Meet Allison Hastings, a lively young woman living in the City of Winnipeg, Manitoba. The daughter of an Ojibwe First Nations businessman, Alexander Hastings, and of a Jamaican immigrant, Cornelia Cosgrove, Allison is the daughter of two very different worlds. The six-foot-tall, brown-skinned and dark-haired, curvaceous young biracial woman is fiercely proud of her Native American and Afro-Caribbean roots. At the age of twenty-five, Allison has an MBA from the University of Winnipeg and is making her presence felt in the Canadian Prairies business world.
There aren't a lot of women of color selling high-end real estate in the City of Winnipeg, Manitoba, and Allison is leaving her mark on the real estate industry. Allison's bosses at Palatine Realty, one of the biggest real estate firms in Canada, are certainly impressed with her. It's almost as if Allison can hypnotize clients into purchasing properties. This gal is definitely a winner, too bad mother nature forgot to give her a conscience. That's right, Allison is a sociopath. Let us take a walk into Allison's chaotic and messy private life and see what the lovely lady is really all about...
Allison is a sexually adventurous young woman who likes to have her cake and eat it too. Forthrightly bisexual, Allison likes to experiment with the ladies and the fellas, and doesn't believe in settling down. That's too bad because in the lesbian community, women move in with each other on the fly and it's considered the norm. This also leads to messy breakups but whatever, right? Allison lives in a lovely two-bedroom apartment in the pristine Haworth neighborhood of western Winnipeg, and doesn't subscribe to the bullshit that a lot of lesbians and bisexual women put up with when dealing with other women. Find, fornicate and forget, that's how Allison operates...
"Becca, we've been over this, I'm not a lesbian, I'm bisexual, this was just sex, I don't want to be with you," Allison said with a sigh. Becca Rawlings glared angrily at Allison, who sat on the couch, sipping a Pepsi. The butch gal was pacing back and forth and Allison was annoyed. Last night, Becca saw Allison walk out of Harry's Pub in the south end of Winnipeg with a tall, handsome Arab male. Allison ended up going home with the Arab male, Youssef something or other, and hooked up with him. Like a lot of butch women, Becca loses her shit over the thought of a femme hooking up with a man. Allison had seen this shit before and wasn't amused.
"You're one cold bitch," said Becca, and the short-haired, flannel-wearing, heavily tattooed and downright masculine young white woman shook her head in disgust. Allison shrugged, acting as nonchalantly as possible. Of course, Allison's eyes never left Becca because she wasn't about to get roughed up in her own apartment by an unstable bitch. Casual sex does go on among women who love women. Allison doesn't believe in letting women or men have ownership of her pussy, thank you very much. Becca has got to go...
"Becca, you've got sixty seconds to leave my place otherwise I'm calling the cops," Allison said calmly, cell phone in hand. Becca grumbled and for a moment, it looked like she wanted to tangle with Allison. Allison grinned and pulled a taser out of her pocket. A few months ago, Allison bought the taser during a business trip to the City of Buffalo, New York. The taser salesman informed Allison that it could take down even the largest and strongest of men at its highest voltage. Such a weapon ought to work just fine on super-angry masculine broads with jealousy issues.
As far as Allison is concerned, Becca had no say in what she did or whom she did it with. Last night, Allison had fun with Youssef. The tall, dark and handsome Arab dude, a wealthy student from Kuwait, ate Allison's pussy real good before fucking her in every hole. Allison didn't know that Arab dudes had big dicks like that, and Youssef had been a pleasant surprise. The two of them parted ways in the wee hours of the morning. That's when Becca came over, and Allison seriously regretted letting her up. The butch gal had stalker tendencies, for real...
"You're an evil bitch," Becca said, and then she stormed out of Allison's apartment. Relieved, Allison locked the door. The young woman headed to the bathroom and took a long bath. While in the tub, Allison fondled her tits and fingered her pussy. Becca had been a lot of fun before she became super jealous and unstable. Closing her eyes, Allison licked her lips, remembering the fun and wicked things she'd done with Becca. Butch girls can be rough around the edges, but Allison always gets her way...
"I don't normally do this," Becca said, smiling nervously. Allison winked at the butch gal after putting her on her back. Stroking her strap-on dildo, Allison looked at Becca, who seemed so wonderfully vulnerable. The tattooed and short-haired, masculine white chick looked hot, and tough, and Allison wanted to tame her. Femme doesn't always mean soft and submissive, and butch doesn't always mean macho and tough. Allison has strapped a lot of butch girls in her time, and Becca was just another notch on her belt...
"Just relax, sweetie," Allison said, and she thrust the dildo into Becca's pussy. Groaning, Becca lay there, her lips trembling as Allison began to fuck her. Smiling, Allison grabbed Becca's legs and raised them in the air while fucking her with the strap-on dildo. At first, Becca tried to tough it out but when Allison fucked her with deep, passionate strokes, she began to scream. Allison grinned, relishing Becca's passionate screams as she fucked her with the dildo. This was the ultimate act of transgression among lesbians and bisexual women. Femme fucks butch, and it happens a lot more often than most realize...
After finishing her bath, Allison got dressed and headed down to Tremont Avenue, to meet with Keith Santoro, an old college buddy of hers. It was her day off and the young businesswoman didn't have much to do. Keith was a total queen and always had the juiciest gossip. Last night, Keith told Allison he had some major news to share. Allison showed up, wearing a black leather jacket over a red tank top and black jeans. The biracial beauty always looks fly. Got to keep the ladies and the fellas on their toes, that's how it's done...
"My boyfriend Brad is so dreamy, he used to be with this girl named Heather before we met, but now he's all about me, he could be the one," said Keith Santoro. Allison leaned back in her chair and sipped her latte while nodding at Keith, her erstwhile gay best friend. The short, pale-skinned and purple-haired, effeminate little man couldn't stop gushing about his latest conquest. Like a lot of gay men in the big city, Keith falls in lust with another man at least once a week, and that's not an exaggeration. Knowing this all too well, Allison took Keith's claim of having found the one with a grain of salt.
"Hmm, show me this mystery man," Allison said, and Keith grinned, then showed her his cellphone. Allison took a good look at Brad, Keith's latest conquest. The guy was not what Allison expected at all. Brad was tall, dark-skinned and very masculine. In fact, if Allison saw Brad walking down the street by himself, she would have thought he was straight and probably entertained the idea of flirting with him. Typically, Keith went after others like himself. Brad was cut from a different cloth...
"Dreamy, isn't he?" Keith said, and Allison nodded, then handed him back his phone. The two friends bantered, and then a few minutes later, a third party joined them. Allison's heart skipped a beat as she recognized the newcomer as the man from the picture. The tall, handsome black man smiled and gave Keith a peck on the lips, then sat down. Keith basically wrapped himself around Brad, who smiled. When Brad and Allison made eye contact, he looked at her a moment too long...
"Hello, Allison, I'm Brad Sanford, Keith here has told me a lot about you," Brad said in a deep masculine voice as he shook her hand. Allison grinned and nodded. Keith fawned over Brad the way female fans used to fawn over NSYNC and the Backstreet Boys back in the day. Allison frowned briefly as she assessed Brad. The guy did not register as gay at all. Allison has met masculine gay men before and their lack of interest in women was a dead giveaway. Brad might be sleeping with Keith, but he still liked women.
"Keith has told me a lot about you too, Brad, you're one handsome man," Allison said, and Brad nodded gently while Keith high-fived Allison. The three of them bantered for a bit, and then Brad excused himself to go order something. As he got up, both Allison and Keith checked out his fine ass. Brad ordered a coffee and a sandwich, and the barista, a plump blonde woman, smiled pleasantly at him. As Brad waited on the side for his order, two young women wearing tank tops and yoga pants walked in. Brad checked out both girls butts and grinned appreciatively. Allison noticed this, but Keith didn't...
"Allison, Brad has got the dick of death, he's got like nine inches and fucked my ass so good I cried," Keith said, as flamboyantly as he could. Allison nodded at Keith, and thought about Brad and that thick dick of his. Brad sure looked like he was packing and had a good body on him too. Keith is a size queen and chases men with really big dicks, another thing that he and Allison had in common. Allison filed that bit of knowledge away for future use, and discreetly questioned Keith about Brad. One doesn't have to prod a queen too much to get them to spill the tea...
"Hmm, so you got with Brad after he left his ex-girlfriend Heather? Tell me more," Allison said innocently, and Keith nodded. Leaning in his chair, Keith regaled Allison with the tale of how he got with Brad. Apparently, Brad, a native of Kingston, Jamaica, moved to Winnipeg a few years ago. After getting his degree from the University of Manitoba, Brad was engaged to a pretty Trinidadian lady named Heather, but he was also fucking some men on the side. Keith happened to be one of those men, and like a truly malicious queen, he wrecked Brad and Heather's relationship...
