1. Sam and Tilly In the Beginning


    Date: 9/6/2015, Categories: True Story, Lesbian, Violence, Author: 90lbsofDynamite, Rating: 61.1, Source: sexstories.com

    sitting alone a young woman appeared to be chasing off one guy after guy. Petite, pretty, and dressed to the nines. It was obvious she was a whore. The men that talked to her must be unwilling meet her price. Then a well-dressed older man walked up to her and started talking. He stood there with this lusty gawking expression as he watched her. The girl, for she was barely more than that, would shake her head. Undaunted he would make a new proposal. Slamming down the drink Sam walked back to the table. She placed the beer on the table. Gripping the man's wrist she pulled him toward her. “The lady isn’t interested.” He started to complain, but something about her look frightened him. Perhaps it was her cold blue eyes, or the short man’s style haircut she sported, or perhaps the powerful muscles, or conceivably all of it combined to frighten him. He moved away grumbling about lesbos. “I was in a negotiation,” her anger was apparent. The black girl laid her eyes on Sam for the first time. Her heart missed a beat. All those things that frightened men attracted her. Sam sat down next to her and wrapped her arm around the smaller more feminine woman. “Negotiations are over for the night,” Sam smiled without waiting lowered her face and kissed the girl. Soft and tender their lips met. Something passed between them. When they broke apart, the younger girl sat speechless her mind whirling. Sam raised her index finger as the waitress approached then pointed her thumb to the black ...
    girl. “Now don’t you look just like ninety pounds of dynamite? I’m Samantha but I go by Sam, and you are?” “I go by Tilly, and I’m more like black powder,” she looked around the room no one gave them so much as a glance. “I appreciate the attention but I need to make some money or my Pimp will pound on me.” The waitress returned with a glass of ice and a clear liquid. “Vodka Tonic,” the waitress told them she ten whispered in Sam’s ear, “I think she is underage.” Sam extended a ten dollar bill and told her to keep the change. “Mind your own business,” Samantha told her, she then turned her attention to Tilly. “I’ll give you whatever you need to give him,” Sam said rubbing the arm of the smaller woman in a tender embrace. “Even better than that I’ll be your pimp and you can keep your money.” Turning she took Tilly’s face in her hands and again kissed her. Tilly leaned into her felt her strength. The girl warped her arms around Sam. When they, at last, broke apart she looked up at the taller, stronger, woman. “You’re big and strong, but he is bigger, stronger and meaner. It just can’t be done,” the dejected black girl told her. “I’ll be doing what he says for a long time I think.” “Bullshit, I can take him. Why don’t you finish the drink and take me to him?” it took Sam several minutes to convince her. Wrapping her arms around the woman Tilly felt the rumbled from the powerful motor through her body. She clutched the woman struggling with a small fear that they would crash. The ...
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