1. Sam and Tilly In the Beginning


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

    rose up, Sam kicked his ribs, then again, and again. The snapping and popping sound rang out as bones broke. Standing over him as he gasped for air, Sam knew he was done, the awful sucking sounds of his pain as he tried to breathe filled Sam with joy. For good measure kicked him again hard. “Get the fuck out of my town,” she then kicked his broken ribs again. “Be gone by midnight tonight or,” she lowered the register of her voice to nearly a growl, “I’ll fucking kill you. You are done here you got your ass kicked by a girl.” Sam left him with one hundred dollars and his pink and purple pimpmobile. He didn’t stop at an emergency room until he got to Tulsa. When the doctor asked what happened, he said he had fallen down a flight of stairs. Under his breath the doctor commented, “Stairs with a with fast fist and feet is my guess,” to his nurse. Sam told the girls they were free to work the streets and keep their money. She would keep as close an eye on them as she could but had her own job. The whores told her they would give her ten percent of their money if she would watch over them. A quick calculation told Sam she would be many dollars ahead with ten percent of fifteen whores money. She would dance part time and take care of the whores full time. Sam had a problem, she didn’t want Tilly to work the street, but how to tell her? For that night, it didn’t matter. The went the girls and Sam and Tilly cruised up down the boulevard making sure the girls were safe. Tilly talking ...
    to Sam and telling her about the other women. At three am she order the women to go home. Tilly and Sam followed them to their respective motels, apartments, and abandoned houses. The two women went to Tilly’s apartment. When they entered Tilly turned on a lot of lights then sat on the couch. Sam switched most of the lights off and set next Tilly. “Well,” Till fiddled with the hem of her dress. Sam put her finger to Tilly’s mouth. “Time to talk after,” she kissed her as her hands roamed over the black girls body. Tilly’s response was instant, her body moved to the woman and their hand clutched, stimulated and explored each others bodies. Clothing peeled off by one another hung from a limb here or dangled from the arm of the sofa there. Hungry mouths moved over a neck, breasts, tummies, and then lower, lower still. Fingers press inside followed by caresses with lips and deep thrust with tongues. Instinctive passion led Tilly on what to do and when. Having never done this before there was a slight awkwardness, still she knew what to do to a woman to make her feel good. She knew would make her feel good so did that to Sam. Sam having more awareness, certainly knew what Tilly needed. An intuitive dance ensued as the women alternated between kissing each others mouths to concentrating on other lips. Hips moved in a rhythmic synchronicity of lustful, passionate desire. The two were fitted together in a natural way as though designed one for the other. Their heads between each others ...
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