Introduction: Another tale of lesbian seduction with more rough sex, slurs used in the context of rough sex and...well, rough sex. Lots of dom/sub stuff. If you liked chapter one, I think you'll like part two. If you didn't like chapter one, you should probably not read chapter two.
There's a bit of an added wrinkle. The use of "Mommy" and "Daddy" in a sexual sense. There's absolutely NO incest though.
Anyways, here it is...
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Stealing A Newlywed
Lovely Danielle ended up being a lot of fun. Game for whatever, eager to please. Plus, there was just something about a girl with a body that spectacular that got me creative. Sexy photo shoots, filming the two of us go at it...it was fun. I tell you, there's nothing like the unrestrained energy of a woman who finally learns just how great lesbian sex can be. Learning that she can come as many times as she wants in a night? It seemed like every day she was determined to break whatever mark she set the night before.
But all good things. Like I said, I like moving on. It's the conquest for me and while I knew Danielle was so into me and all things gay sex that she wouldn't have had the slightest objection to me fucking another girl, either with her or not, I wanted to stretch my horizons. Plus, things got pretty heated when my friend got back and found out I'd seduced one of her clients, something I'd promised I wouldn't do. So without a permanent place to have Danielle anyway it was time for me to move to my next thing.
Truth is, I know a lot of the lesbian community wouldn't admit it but there's enough women in their 40's, 50's or even 60's who lust after gorgeous young girls in their late teens and early 20's. And for "introducing" Danielle to one of them, I knew I could ask just about any favor.
The lucky woman in question was an old butch friend of mine named Nancy. Nancy ran a travel agency and, when I told her about my dilemma and sent her a nice batch of some of the pictures I'd taken of Danielle, all of a sudden I had a heck of an offer coming my way. An all expenses, first class trip to a gorgeous Caribbean resort. It worked out well for all of us. Nancy got a gorgeous, 24 year old newly won-over femme, Danielle got a rich old Sugar Mama and I was winging my way down to surf and sand.
It soon turned out I hadn't driven that great of a bargain. The tickets I'd gotten were from a cancellation and I soon learned that it was definitely not the busy season. The place was about half-full. That mostly suited me fine, I was there for the sun, drinks and food mainly but I definitely was on the lookout for some talent to bring back to my room. There wasn't much. Old couples mainly, some reasonably OK soccer mom looking types who I filed under "maybe"(although breaking up a family is always more of a hassle than it's worth) and one staff member that looked a little like a thicker version of Rihanna who I definitely thought might do the trick.
Worse still, I was apparently staying next to a honeymooning couple and the walls were thin. Not that it mattered much. The first night they were there all I heard was a few minutes of male grunting and almost no female noises. Imagine my surprise. I made a mental note to look the couple up to see if the young bride was worth my time. After all, after listening to the sad display of sex her husband put on, I owed it to her.
I didn't see them until the next day at dinner. After a nice leisurely day of sun by the beach and pina colada's I decided to check out the Resort's well regarded restaurant. I got a nice table for one and sat down for my meal.
That's when they walked in. The couple. I noticed the guy at first. He was unremarkable, your average frat boy douchebag in a polo and khakis, but pretty clearly tipsy, bumping into chairs on his way to his table. But then, behind him and looking a little embarrassed, was his cute as fuck wife.
She was adorable and yet, adorable in a way that only made her that much sexier. Barely five feet tall with big round doe eyes and shoulder length black hair. With her pale skin and ruby red lips she looked like a sexy little Snow White. If she was a newly-wed I assumed she was in her 20's but she looked barely out of high school. I wanted her right away.
The two sat down, her drunken husband banging his plate loudly as he did and I heard them give their drink order. The husband loudly and rudely ordered two jack and cokes while his wife, in the most adorable little voice I'd ever heard, ordered a glass of white whine.
My attention got diverted, though, when her husband knocked over the pitcher of ice water on their table, sending some of it splashing my way. I couldn't help it, I shot a dirty look his way. I caught the eyes of his sexy little wife for a second as she tried to apologize but the big loud idiot soon got my attention.
"Don't worry about it," he slurred in my direction, "How you doin', bro?"
He looked very pleased with himself. Get it? Because I have short hair, a stocky body and butch features I'm a man. Isn't he funny?
Yeah dude, I thought to myself, I'm definitely going to turn your wife out.
But how? That was the question. I knew that newlyweds on their honeymoon were likely to spend most of their time together and while I've done it before, actually seducing a woman in front of her husband could be tricky. It was something that weighed on my mind all throughout my meal. I hoped he might go to the bathroom so I could say something to her but the guy must have had a bladder of steel because he just kept ordering more and more drinks and talking loudly. Worse still, the pretty young thing actually seemed smitten with him. I guess that made sense them being newlyweds and everything but it would make things a little more complicated.
Or so I thought. Sometimes people ask me why, considering the lousy break we sometimes get, I'm so sure god is a woman. Well it's because of nights like the one I'm about to describe.
I'd decided to work on my plan and some of my frustration by taking a swim in the resort pool at night and then get in a quick steam before bed. The swim went well, I was alone for most of it and able to think about the various ways I would fuck that sweet little black haired beauty but that mainly got me worked up. I thought about hitting the gym but instead decided to just get my steam and get to bed. So I wrapped myself in a towel and got into the sauna.
I was only in there for about ten minutes when my luck took a turn for the fantastic. Who walks in? Little Snow White of course, wearing a modest little bikini that definitely had me looking at her in a new light. She had, on top of the most angelic little face you'd ever find, a banging body. Not super-stacked the way Danielle was but a pair of what looked like D-cups on her barely five foot frame looked incredible. Add in a flat toned stomach and slim hips and I had a whole new reason to want to bang the fuck out of her. The glint of her wedding ring only a reminder of one of the other ones.
She flashed me a melt-your-heart smile and sat down on a towel across from me. I began working on just what I was going to say to her when the little fox beat me to it.
"Sorry about Cole," she said, clearly referring to dinner, "He just got a little tipsy."
"It's fine," I said, desperately wanting her to get bold and loosen her top.
"I think we're in the room next to you," she said with another little smile. I nodded. She proceeded to talk for a little while about their wedding and how in love they were and all the while all I could think about was just how deep my strap-on was going to get into her. How I was going to make her call me "Mommy" when she came all over it. I had to shake myself out of it when I realized she was asking me a question.
"Sorry?" I asked, trying to get the image of my pussy juices soaking her face out of my head.
"I said, you're a doctor, right?" she asked
I paused for a second. I wasn't a Doctor. I barely got a C in high school biology. But then I remembered. The woman whose ticket I'd taken was indeed a Dr. Louise Baker. I don't know how my neighbor would have found out my name but, well, I wasn't too quick to correct her all the same.
"Yup," I nodded, hoping I could fake my way through whatever question she had next.
"So, I was hoping I could ask you a question," she said, looking adorably nervous.
"Of course," I said.
"It's about..." she looked around to make sure nobody was looking. The sauna was empty and there were no noises anywhere. Her voice dropped to a whisper. "...sex".
I perked up. I knew that this would lead somewhere good. In fact, I had an idea of what would come next.
"Go ahead," I said, trying to hide my excitement.
"Well, see, the thing is...is it true that some women just can't have orgasms?" she said, looking nervous.
