This is a work of fiction. It should not be taken as a guide for your real life activities and I take no responsibility for your actions.
All rights protected under the Berne Convention, all similarity to persons living or dead is solely coincidental and unintentional.
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PROLOGUE
Would you allow a beautiful stranger to seduce, blackmail and ruin your life all for the promise of sex?
Are you willing to accept the fact that by giving in to your sexual curiosity and reading these accounts of perversity you may already be in danger?
Then dare to explore the perverted tales of the men and woman who have fallen victim to their own sexual desires.
Experience first hand the tragic story of John Fields. A poor lonely little man who's only mistake was to attract the attention of two gorgeous and irresistible Mean Girls.
Watch as he becomes caught in their web of blackmail, perversion and sexual domination.
Mean Girls is the story of two very beautiful lesbian lovers who will stop at nothing to seek their revenge on a male dominated world.
Read about the red headed vixen, Ms. Buffy the ruthless dominatrix who will use every device, drug and technique to destroy her targets manhood and reduce him to a sniveling loser.
"John watched in horror as Ms. Buffy encased his cock in the evil device. Bitter tears began to well up in his eyes as the full impact of what was being done to him became shockingly clear.
Everything had methodically been taken away from him even the use of his cock and by the sinister look on Buffy's face she was enjoying every minute of it. "
Bask in the sheer ecstasy of the tall blond and cruel Ms. Tiffany as she seduces you then drains your bank accounts and perverts your soul leaving you broke and impotent.
"Yes, this is Mrs. John Fields and I need to place a security lock on both my husband's checking accounts and credit cards. Yes, I'll hold." Tiffany said with confidence as she rifled through John's desk collecting his financial records.
Are you brave enough to explore how deep your lurid curiosity really goes?
Then read on...
Mean Girls...A thrilling new short story of perverted lesbian domination and forbidden sex!
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Mean Girls
Part One: Chapter One.
By Spicewriter55
Two women wrestled for dominance in the dark. Buffy, quickly gained advantage over her younger lover and straddled Tiffany's chest trapping her arms against the sweat soaked sheets. Tiffany countered with several violent moves trying to buck the full figured redhead off her. But Buffy had prepared for this and leaned in close, passionately smothering her lover with moist kisses and nipping down her slender sensitive neck.
"That's not fair." Tiffany moaned into the moon lit room.
Buffy slowly nibbled her way to Tiffany's mouth and slipped her tongue past her parted lips, muffling her protests. The taller athletic blond was reluctant to stop struggling at first, but soon surrendered to Buffy's white hot passion.
Sensing her surrender, Buffy slid back down Tiffany's slim torso releasing her arms but still holding her squirming body between her strong thighs. She pushed Tiffany just a little further towards the edge of ecstasy by fondling her peach sized breasts while kissing her.
The helpless blond mewed and moaned like a trapped animal as Buffy teased her areola with her sharp nails then squeezed her nipples between thumb and forefinger pulling and twisting the sensitive rubbery flesh.
"Ohhh...Mmmm..."Tiffany moaned into Buffy's mouth.
"Not yet, my love,the night is still young." The sultry red head whispered as she abruptly broke off her kiss and sat back up.
Buffy gazed down at her willing captive and watched her facial expression in the moon light quickly change from wild abandon to painful urgency.
"No...No...What are you doing." She begged. "Don't stop now."
Buffy reached forward and cruelly clamped one hand around Tiffany's neck cutting off her protests then snaked her other hand behind her back and lightly tickled Tiffany's firm tummy with her red nails, purposely teasing every inch of her torso slowly moving her hand further down to the top of her vulva.
Buffy slid her hand over Tiffany's smooth mound and onto where her clit was hiding and began a series of long leisurely strokes. She could sense her lover's excitement begin to build once again as her breathing became more labored.
"That's it, baby, I've got you now, just let yourself go." Buffy whispered.
Tiffany's pussy became more sensitive by the minute as Buffy separated her swollen lips and aggressively plunged her fingers in, capturing her clit.
"That's it...Aaah...YES!...Please don't stop." Tiffany pleaded in the dimly lit room.
The young blonde began to move her hips up and down as Buffy pressed harder now, while increasing her grip on Tiffany's neck severely restricting her air intake.
The domineering redhead knew how much pressure to apply to her submissive lover and watched her face in the moon light as it turned several shades of red until she was close to passing out.
Tiffany began to shiver as her first orgasm exploded; she grabbed Buffy's wrist with both hands and held her death grip to her neck and stared into Buffy's eyes with that look she knew all to well.
Buffy didn't stop, she continued to apply pressure to both Tiffany's slender neck and slippery clit. Her second orgasm came faster and more violently, shaking her body.
Both were soaked with sweat as their intense lovemaking continued. Tiffany came a third time, though not as powerful as the first two. She pushed Buffy's arm from her neck and took a deep breath.
Buffy sat up and took a cigarette from the nightstand and lit it then moved to lay back next to her lover. Both were silent for a long while and then Tiffany asked, stealing a drag from Buffy's cigarette, "Do you think he heard us?"
Buffy got up on one elbow and looked through the smoky cloud at her lover.
"I hope so. It would make things so much more interesting if he could somehow still get an erection after all the things we've done to him."
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John Fields had finally found something cheaper than internet porn he thought. For a week now he'd been secretly peering through his living room curtains at two of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen.
Their back patio was just a few yards from his living room window making it impossible not to notice them as they lounged around dressed in the skimpiest of swim suits.
Each day as he peered through his curtains the free show got a little more titillating slowly drawing him in until one day his lurid curiosity gave way to a full blown obsession. It had even gotten so bad that he rummaged through their garbage one night just to find out their names, and to his amazement laying there amongst the coffee grounds and cigarette butts were two expired pass ports, one for Ms. Buffy Nelson and the other for Ms. Tiffany Bristol, complete with their pictures.
He didn't exactly remember when, maybe it was the afternoon the tall blond Tiffany had decided to walk around topless that had pushed him over the edge. But the site of those jutting firm petite breasts was too much to ignore and he soon begin abusing himself to distraction.
Then late one night while doing his laundry both women walked in to the laundry room and immediately his life changed.
Tiffany, the tall athletic blond, her peach sized breasts tantalizingly hiding behind a thin white tank top, introduced herself first, asking if John had lived there very long and if he had ever complained to the landlord about how thin the curtains were.
"Um...No," John stuttered barely able to hide his shame.
"Really," she said as she circled behind him stopping next to his dirty laundry basket and taking great interest in his soiled underwear. "I'll bet that's never been a problem for you." she said to no one in particular.
"Wh...What are you doing," John nervously asked.
"Looks like you've been a naughty boy," she said as she fished out a pair of cum stained shorts and dangled them in his face.
The full figured red head he knew as Buffy from her pass port stood in front of the door blocking the exit, and wagged her red manicured index finger in his direction.
John's insides felt like warm melting butter in her presence, she was everything he had ever fantasized about; with full pouting red lips and nails to match her dominatrix inspired makeup made every inch of his small body quiver.
Her hungry coal black eyes penetrated deep into his soul and she made no attempt to hide her obvious disgust at what she saw.
"Isn't it sad that some perverts get there jollies from spying on their neighbors," Buffy said, "I guess you'd have to be some sort of a sick fuck to get off on that."
Suddenly John felt like there was no air in the room and as they stood in the cramped space of the laundry John became aware of how quickly they had maneuvered him between their gorgeous bodies, making it impossible for him to escape.
As the room became filled with the musk of their intoxicating perfume both young women began to work their seductive magic on their frightened little peeping Tom.
"So, John. . .or should I call you Tom, have any plans for later?" Buffy asked in a sultry voice as she traced her red nails along his bare arm.
John tried to step out from between them but was stopped dead in his tracks when both women grabbed his arms and pulled him back.
"Where you going Tom?" Tiffany hissed. "Don't you want to play with us?"
"My...My names not Tom its John and I have to finish my laundry." He meekly answered.
Tiffany leaned in closer and snaked her left arm across his lower back and deftly pulled his cell phone from his pocket before he could react.
"Oh, I'm sorry Tom, your right, look how late it is," She faked surprise, as she waived the cell at his surprised face then stuffed it into the pocket of her tight leather pants, quickly joining Buffy at the exit.
"But, my phone." John exclaimed.
"Don't worry Tom," Tiffany cooed, "You'll get it back soon enough." She laughed as both women disappeared up the stairs.
"My names not Tom...It...Its...John," he yelled after them.
