Hailey and I truly loved each other. She was my best friend. Our shared experience, as Bitches, to the Sisterhood, created a strong bond between us. Over the next year we lived together. We raised my boys, worked out in the morning, keeping toned bodies, and went to our jobs afterward. We went to cafes and restaurants together, and had nice outings, with the boys on weekends. We built a true life together as a family.
We wore our plates all day, but removed them just about every night for sex. The sex was always fun, but it lacked the intensity, that serving the Sisters had. Twice a month, we visited Raven and Lacey. Raven always used our visits, to spice up her life with something "different," as she would say.
Raven loved, having Hailey and I pleasure, both her wrinkly pussy, and herniated asshole together, at the same time. She would stand in the center of the room, with Hailey and I seated. in front and behind her, on the floor. Our lips would be locked on to her nasty holes. Our hands grabbing at her huge ripples of cellulite on her humongous ass and super thick thighs. One of our faces, lodged between her fat ass cheeks, the other in her big gash of a cunt. She always made Lacey watch.
After bringing her to multiple orgasms, Raven loved whipping us with the tawse, and making us drink her piss. We loved the degradation. Hailey and I always had the best sex, at home, after having served Raven.
We tried whipping each other with Big Jade's old tawse. Neither of us liked hurting the other. We pissed on each other, and drank each other's piss. We tied each other up, in compromising positions and inserted huge dildoes into each other's pussy and ass. Nothing we tried, satiated that craving, for domination that the Sisters used to supply.
Hailey and I discussed it endlessly. We both knew that we needed a strong, strict, older woman to serve. We needed a Mistress to punish us, give us the cellulite, direction, pain and humiliation that we so craved. We also knew, that we truly loved each other deeply. We wanted to remain together. We would try to find such a Mistress together, to serve and share with each other.
To make our dream come true, we started visiting the local dyke bar and posting adds online. We would take turns, going to the bar alone, with the other staying home to watch the boys.
Both Hailey and I had made a few fruitless visits to the dyke bar, over the past month. I was on my fourth visit to the bar on a Friday evening after work. It was still early and the place was not crowded. I sat at the bar watching the door nursing a beer when I saw her.
She wore dirty denim. She was probably five-eleven, and weighed at least three hundred solid pounds. Her face was weathered and her grey hair was short. She had to be late fifties to early sixties in age. She strode in with confidence and ordered a Coors Banquet in a loud booming voice.
She got her beer and chugged it down ordering a second, which she now sipped.
"I like your choice of beer." I said out loud, holding my own Coors Banquet up, in a kind of salute.
"What's a soccer mom like you doing here?" She asked, in a gruff voice.
"Just trying to meet a woman like you." I replied without skipping a beat.
"You could never handle a woman like me!" She exclaimed, and took a long draw from her beer.
"What If I were to tag team you with a friend?" I asked.
She coughed in surprise spilling some of the beer down her chin. Then she walked over to me.
"You better not be fucking with me." She threatened.
"On the contrary." I replied, "I know you could make a pretzel out of me. That is why I would need the help of my wife to keep a woman like you satisfied."
This woman was as street smart as she was tough. She could feel me oogling at the sight of her.
"Go on, explain yourself." She commanded, "A lot of lipstick lesbians have tried me, and none of them last very long."
She sat on the stool next to mine. I went on to explain to her how Hailey and I were widowed from our late mistresses, who she reminded me so much of.
I learned that everyone called her "Butch" in the oilfield where she worked. Many years ago, all the male workers called her that in jest, but she took on the name, and lived in it, with honor. Today she had just finished a two-day shift, and stopped at the bar, before going home.
We talked for half an hour and Butch asked, "How do I know that you are not wasting my time?"
"Well, why don't you come home with me, meet my wife, and test us out?" I asked.
"No, I got a better idea, Sweetheart." She stated, as she got up and grabbed my arm pulling me off my stool.
My heart was beating and Butch dragged me to the restroom. Once in she continued dragging me to the large handicap stall, where she pushed me into the corner and locked the stall.
"If you can handle this without running off, I want to meet your wife." She stated, as she took of her work boot and Wrangler jeans from just one leg.
She left her jeans wrapped around her other foot on the floor, and lifted her naked leg up onto the toilet. She had a massive forest of hairs, on her crotch escaping out the sides of her worn white granny panties. Her legs were not shaven, and were as hairy as any man's.
I just stood watching in fascination.
"Just what I thought." She grunted, "You soccer moms, all the same. None of you are willing to tackle this cunt!"
With that she pulled her panties to the side and I could see her matted bush in all its glory. I could smell the sweat from her labors and was turned on beyond belief.
Without missing a beat, I got down on my knees, in front of that toilet and buried my face in that mother of all cunts. It smelled of sweat and piss. I inhaled loudly and deeply enjoying the rich aroma of a real woman to the fullest.
"Holy shit!" Butch exclaimed, "You might have a spine after all."
I grabbed her firm fat ass with both hands and pulled my face into her snatch for all I was worth. I needed this! I didn't even bother parting her matted fur. I just pushed it into the folds, as I stuck my tongue out.
