“Well, I am here now,” Debbie said. “What do you want from me?”
Patricia approached Debbie and caressed her cheek.
“Right now, I’m so distracted by your body, I’m having a hard time remembering what it was I wanted from you in the first place,” Patricia told her, licking her lips.
“You can’t be serious,” Debbie sneered. “Your husband is running a smear campaign against Lisa Melton, and here you are telling me how much my body is turning you on? What sort of hypocrite are you?”
Patricia dropped her towel. “You don’t like what you see?” she asked Debbie.
Debbie couldn’t lie, Patricia’s body turned her on.
Patricia leaned in for a kiss, and Debbie received it. Despite the obvious difference in body type, Debbie could detect scents and flavors very similar to Madison’s. Doing a mother and daughter was hard to resist, and Debbie gave in to Patricia’s temptation. She would find out what was really going on when she was feeling a little more clear-headed.
They entered the master bedroom, Patricia was undressing Debbie as they walked. Patricia pressed a few buttons on the remote control by the bed and the doors shut, the lights dimmed to a romantic color, and the television turned on. Patricia prepared her trusty vibrator as Debbie took in the softcore porn that was now playing.
“I love women like you,” Patricia told Debbie, pushing her back onto the soft pillows and applying her vibrator to Debbie’s eager clitoris.
“It might seem pretty vanilla, but my little friend here always does the trick for me,” Patricia said, and she began masturbating herself with the vibrator as Debbie watched.
Patricia’s love making was slow and soft, completely different from what Debbie experienced the night before with her daughter Madison. Patricia’s touches were slow, sensual, and deliberate, and always accompanied by the delightful buzz of her vibrator.
Once they were both sufficiently aroused by the mechanical toy, Patricia shut it off, and intertwined her legs with Debbie’s until their pussies were touching. Patricia’s soft wetness felt amazing, and Debbie felt herself melting. She rocked rhythmically against Patricia’s sex until she came. Patricia let Debbie have hers, and then she began grinding back. Before long, the slow and sensual love-making had turned into a highly charged, powerful fuck fest that left both women exhausted. As Patricia twitched out her final orgasm, she burst out in tears.
“What’s wrong?” Debbie asked, alarmed by this sudden change in behavior.
“It’s my husband,” Patricia wailed. “He’s horrible! We only got married in the first place for political reasons, but now he has turned on me and he is blackmailing me.”
Debbie implored her to tell her more.
“He knows that I am gay, and he has been threatening me for several years. He uses this knowledge to get whatever he wants, and since his campaign against Liz Melton started things have gotten even worse. He told me that unless I give him full control of PHM Technology he will will expose me publicly so that the board of trustees will take control of all the company’s assets. Oh, Debbie. I’m so miserable,” Patricia broke down.
Debbie embraced her in a comforting hug, and promised everything would be okay.
“I want him to pay for what he has been doing. It’s wrong. He is a con artist and a hypocrite. I know about all sorts of disgusting things that he is up to. All the young boys…” Patricia grimaced.
“If you want your husband to pay for what he has been doing to you, why did you tip him off? I could have gone to the resort and confronted him and had all the evidence I needed to bring him down.”
“I tipped him off because I have a plan. Something even better than crashing his ‘Bama Boys weekend.”
“Patricia,” Debbie told her, “I want you to return with me to D.C.”
Chapter 14, The Girls are Back in Town
When Harriet saw Patricia Whitehead walk through the door, she was surprised by the woman’s beauty. She had expected Mrs. Whitehead to be a withered old hag, not the stunning woman she saw in front of her.
Debbie caught Harriet up on all she had learned on her visit to Alabama. Harriet promised Patricia that they would work together to take her husband down.
“Of course, you can’t expect that I would let you off so easily,” Harriet told Patricia with a sly smile.
The night’s festivities began with twenty smacks of the paddle on Patricia’s exposed bum. Patricia took the punishment with surprising aplomb, especially considering she was not at all into rough sex like her daughter.
Harriet had a large collection of sex toys, including vibrators that made Patricia’s trusty old friend look like a gag gift. She had an entire trophy case full of dildos of every size, and a wide selection of bondage gear and torture devices that Patricia hoped she would be spared from.
The paddle was put away, and Patricia was handcuffed to a chair and blindfolded. Harriet tickled her gently with a feather boa and then wrapped it around Patricia’s neck. She attached two metal clips to Patricia’s nipples that were connected to electrodes.
Patricia felt a small shock surge though her body and broke out into a cold sweat. A second shock wave pulsed through her body, sending shivers down her spine and generating a tickling sensation throughout her body. Harriet continued with a gentle, low voltage until Harriet’s nipples were hard as rock and her pussy was juicing on the chair beneath her.
Laughing, Harriet cranked up the voltage very high for one powerful last shock. Patricia let out a yelp as if she had been stung by a bee and this only served to fuel Harriet’s laughter.
“You are getting off light,” she told Patricia. “No one messes with my girlfriend without getting at least a taste of my wrath.”
Patricia relaxed as she felt Harriet remove the clamps from her nipples. She was about to relieve a sigh of relief when she felt her chair being knocked back as Harriet kicked her over. She hit the ground with a thud, hurting her head.
Harriet gave her a moment to recuperate, and then commanded her to open her mouth. Patricia felt a warm stream of hot urine on her tongue, and began to scream, spraying urine all over her face.
“Alright,” Harriet told Patricia when she was finished urinating, “you’ve had enough punishment. Now it is time for some love.”
Patricia was ordered to eat out Harriet and Debbie until they came, something she did willingly and with pleasure. She fingered herself as she covered her face in the women’s hot juices, enjoying every drop.
When she was finished, Harriet smacked her around with a long rubbery black dong before fucking her with it until she came.
The three women fell asleep content, their desire extinguished for the time being.
Patricia slumbered with a smile on her face. She felt free for the first time in her life, and she trusted that Harriet and Debbie would help her. It was time to end Thomas J. Whitehead the Third’s reign of terror once and for all.
Chapter 15, The Big Pay Back
Governor Whitehead had just finished making his statements. He re-iterated the same old slander he had been spouting the entire campaign and was met with his standard round of applause. Now it was Lisa Melton’s turn to speak.
Melton gave an impassioned speech during which she defended her integrity as a human being and promised that she was not a pervert or a pedophile. She spoke about the importance of basic human rights for all people, and how it was unethical to discriminate against people based on what they may or may not do in the bedroom. Her speech was met with a smattering of muffled applause.
“In conclusion,” Melton said with a huge grin, “I want to show some photographs of my own.”
The governor flashed her a look of panicked concern.
“I think you will enjoy these,” Melton told the audience.
The first image was graphic - Governor Whitehead was fucking a handsome, buff young man from behind.
“This photo was provided to us by one of Governor Whitehead’s favorite escorts. The gove
rnor has paid him a hefty sum of money over the years, but he didn’t pay him enough to keep him quiet.”
A hushed murmur rippled through the crowd. Governor Whitehead’s face turned bright red and he looked like he was moments away from a heart attack.
The next picture showed the governor and two men decked out in black leather bondage gear. They were all making out.
“Stop, stop it!” Governor Whitehead screamed.
“Just one last photo,” Melton promised.
The final image showed the governor gazing longingly into the eyes of a fourteen year old boy scout.
The governor let out a loud scream, begging for the pictures to be pulled.
It was too late. The crowd was disgusted. Things would never be the same for Governor Whitehead again.
“Who’s the pervert now?” Lisa taunted.
Chapter 16, A New Day
Back at Harriet’s mansion the girls were spread out on the bed watching the big screen TV. Harriet, Debbie, Patricia, and her daughter Madison were watching the news in their nighties, sharing a bottle of champagne and some light snacks.
“Shhh,” Harriet hushed the women who were giggling among themselves, and Madison was tossing peanuts at her mother’s head, much to Harriet’s dismay.
Everyone settled down when they saw that the commercials were ending and the newscast about the election came on the screen.
“It is a historic moment in Alabama history,” the reported narrated. “The openly gay Lisa Melton ran against the incumbent Thomas J. Whitehead for the position of governor and she won by a landslide. After a landmark final debate during which Governor Melton exposed Whitehead’s homosexuality, Alabama’s gay citizens turned out in record numbers to vote Governor Melton into office.”
The women clapped from the bed and toasted their champagne glasses.
“Governor Melton is exceedingly popular among the citizens,” the reported continued, “and we have collected hundreds of interviews from a large segment of the population. From firemen to police officers, school teachers, and garbage collectors, everyone is coming out to show their support for their new gay governor.”
A thirty minute segment was played during which select snippets from the interviews were showcased. The women watched, chiming in with comments and cheers.
“And she couldn’t have done it without you,” Debbie told Harriet with admiration.
The girls enjoyed a final sleepover, a sexy slumber party filled with booze, toys, and lots of smiles.
The next morning, Debbie was leaving Harriet’s mansion and preparing to return to life as normal until the next mission. Her BMW was pulled up front, and she was putting her belongings inside.
Patricia Whitehead stood behind her, watching intently.
Debbie turned around to give her a hug goodbye. As they were embracing, Patricia asked her if she would like to have a travel companion.
With a sweet smile, Debbie informed her, “Mrs. Whitehead, I ride alone dear.”
The End.
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The Saudi Lesbian
By Olivia Hampshire
Billion Dollar Pussy
“Good luck to you both,” the dealer said.
Debbie Brown puckered her luscious red lips and blew a good luck kiss to the dice Billy Ann was holding in her clenched fist. A large crowd of onlookers had gathered around the craps table to watch the game. Even amongst all of the wealth and beauty in the curious swarm, the two women stood out for their superior elegance. Debbie was wearing a tight, sequined ruby dress that clung to her tall, hourglass figure with tenacity. She stood even taller than usual in a pair of high-heeled jet black Louboutins. The red bottoms accented the color of her dress, and the beautiful natural red of her long hair, which was presently styled in loose, flowing curls. Around her neck was an expensive choker-style necklace strung with Tahitian black pearls. Billy Ann was dressed in a meticulously tailored Armani suit. It draped off her small frame gracefully, and coupled with her shortly cropped locks it gave her the appearance of a sharply dressed, wealthy young man. It was only on closer inspection that one could see her femininity: the porcelain skin, high cheekbones, pouty lips, and carefully applied make-up. Her nails were perfectly manicured in a cherry red lacquer.
They were certainly a hot pair, and they were on a winning streak.
Unbeknownst to the crowd, neither woman had much interest in gambling or care for money. They were fishing for information, seeking out gossip and whispers from the elite crowds that gathered around the high-stakes tables of some of the world’s most glamorous casinos.
The two had been sent to Las Vegas by their boss Harriet, one of the richest lesbians in the world and head of an international, all-female spy ring. Debbie Brown was one of Harriet’s favorite employees, and, although she usually worked alone, this time she had been paired up with Harriet’s young Director for Technology. The pair had been assigned to locate the richest woman in the world, and they were on a reconnaissance mission in Vegas. Certainly, there were worse ways to spend a mission than gambling to one’s heart’s content and enjoying all the luxurious fineries of posh Vegas living. Debbie had no complaints.
Debbie and Billy Ann had an “all bets” going, and they only had to roll a two and they would win everything. If they rolled a seven, it was all over.
Billy Ann let the dice go, and the crowd held their breath.
“Snake eyes!” the dealer announced, and a loud round of applause burst out from the crowd of onlookers. Debbie and Billy Ann had won it all.
Tiring of the casino floors, and feeling a bit deflated after hours of fruitless effort with no leads, Billy Ann suggested that they call it a night. Still feeling wound up, Debbie requested that they head to “Spread Me,” the most lavish dance bar in Vegas.
The two returned to their suite to change clothing. Being the more voluptuous of the two, Debbie opted for a slinky cut-out dress that revealed her ample cleavage. It had two slits running up the side so high that her ass-cheeks showed every time she took a step. She opted for a small pink G-string and a more comfortable pair of strappy black sandals to dance in. She put her hair up in a high ponytail, cinched with a large black satin ribbon.
Billy Ann opted for a dress that was better suited to her more boyish frame. She selected a dress that looked quite tame from the front. It had a tight white V-neck top and a short ruffled red skirt bottom. It looked like something a lithe dancer might wear. From the back it was much edgier. The skirt wound all the way around back, but the top did not. It was held to her chest by two skimpy strings that crossed her smooth, muscular back in the shape on an X. She wore red ballerina-style shoes with a short wedge heel and a pearl necklace to complete the outfit. She looked like a gymnast or even an Olympic figure skater with her small, lithe body and her provocative outfit.
The girls shared a quick shot of liquor to loosen them up and then they were off to Spread Me.
When they got to the club, they found it was popping. There was a huge line outside the doors, full of desperate women of all ages who would do anything to spend an hour or two inside the walls of one of Vegas’s finest dance bars.
Debbie and Billy Ann walked to the front of the line, and they were quickly admitted. The bouncer could see these were a whole different breed of woman, the kind of girls that would certainly enhance the clubs image. He slipped them passes for a table in the VIP section.
Inside of the dance club it was dark, with bright neon colors everywhere. There was a steady thump of bass, and girls were dancing everywhere. Spread Me had its own topless dancers stationed at various poles throughout the club. They wer
e recognizable by their ridiculously long, thick black hair, their ample augmented breasts with pierced nipples, and the tight boy-cut spandex shorts they wore that read “Spread Me” across the ass cheeks.
Debbie and Billy Ann are led to a special VIP booth with plush leather seating and an expensive bottle of champagne chilling in an ice bucket. One of the Spread Me girls approaches their table and pops open the champagne bottle while holding it between her legs. Debbie and Billy Ann hold out their glasses, and the girl maneuvers to fill them, the champagne appearing to pour out from between her legs. The girl removes the bottle and sits down between Debbie and Billy Ann, who clink their glasses together in a quick toast before downing them. Enjoying the entertainment at Spread Me, Billy Ann and Debbie begin to fondle the girl’s massive silicone titties, bouncing them up and down in their hands, enjoying the feeling in the palms of their hands. The girl appears to be enjoying the attention, and she lets out a small moan as Billy Ann tweaks her nipple piercing. Before long all three women are making out, and the Spread Me girl is grinding in Debbie’s lap. The champagne is flowing and the music and lighting is elevating Billy Ann and Debbie to another level when their ménage session is interrupted by the sound of a throat clearing.
“Excuse me,” a beautiful Middle Eastern woman says.
She has a whole group of girls standing behind her, all with incredible bodies and all dressed in the same provocative outfit, but each in a different color. All the girls have on a see-through mesh bikini top, a G-string thong, and a short mesh skirt. Their high heels match the color of their dress. Each girl has a gold chain around her stomach that matches the gold bangles in her ears, and all except for the one who has just spoken to Debbie and Billy Ann have a sheer cloth covering their mouths, like a sexy genie in a fantasy film.
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