Lesbian submission stories
Read 170 free submission erotic stories on AdultRead
Her brunette pubic hair was neatly trimmed at the sides, but still full enough to give her pussy a sweet feminine look and smell, and she kept both of her entrances clean and tasty, so I finally couldn't resist any longer and started pressing my face between her legs, my tongue lapping at her damp labia. It ran all the way down her arm and covered it in cunt slime, which she seemed to treasure, because after I got dressed again and she straightened her skirt, leaving the vibrator still where it was, she giggled and licked my juices off her fingers as we walked out of the store, smiling at me and waving at the girl by the counter.
I found us a lovely little hotel that even said ‘gay friendly’ on its website; a statement that would normally put me right off but it looked gorgeous and the sample menu was divine. ‘Well, I’ve had it for today and I hope you like what I have selected.’ With that she turned away and went into the bathroom where I heard her pee mainly because she left the door open. ‘Don’t speak, feel.’ Her mouth closed on mine and her hips began to move at a slow pace, gently entering me deeper and deeper before withdrawing and then re-entering, a movement she repeated as she kissed me, her tongue mirroring the actions of her girl cock.
I admired the loveliness of the plum of my acrylic nails against her creamy skin, before I asked, “Are you sure you want to do this tonight?” She raised her gaze to mine, and stared for a moment, soft brown eyes wide as a doe’s, before giving a small but firm nod. I never thought you’d come that quickly.” My leg, tortured already by her silk touch, was further abused by her lovely fingers, stroked by smooth knuckles, then lightly scraped by fingernails as the petting went up, then down. My breathing felt labored, my throat tight, and I didn’t want to look at Sara.
I quietly moved down the bed, checked if my collar was in the right place, took a glance at Mistress, and went to the kitchen to prepare her breakfast. I did as I was told, happy for the approval of my Mistress and knowing that I could trigger her disappointment, and receive punishment, at any time. He knew who my Mistress was, and threatened to tell her that had I disobeyed so I would be punished, if I didn't answer what he was asking and obey him. Then I saw Mistress Serena running, followed by two huge masked men, with perfect modelled muscles in every visible part of their body, and I felt my fear fade a little. This useless slave didn't obey my orders, and she deserves an exemplary punishment!" he told her.
Thinking of all those things, it seemed to her that playing with Alice and Gerald was somehow cheating, even though neither she nor Doris had said anything that might lead to a commitment. Alice and Gerald want me to come over this weekend to play, and I feel like I’d be cheating on you. From the time you set it, until it goes off, you will stand in the kitchen, and you will rub circles on your clit with your right hand while you pinch your nipples with your left. The thought suddenly struck her, as she sniffled to herself, that Doris knew she was not going to be able to rub herself for that long without coming.
I dropped my torso into the lounge but raised my pelvis into her warm wet hand as the tingle that started in my pussy radiated throughout my body in waves of pleasure. She finished cleaning me off her hand and leaned into my face, I felt her breast drag over mine as she brought her lips close to my ear and said, My God, this was it, my beautiful Leah was going to work my pussy out and if she was half as good at that as she was kissing, I was a dead girl. I closed my eyes and started to feel better from the lotion she had applied, probably still look like road kill.
I rubbed and teased myself as close to coming as I dared, feeling the heat build up between my legs until it spread all over my body, little beads of sweat appearing on my forehead, my pussy walls clenching and my clit throbbing, and only when the tell-tale ball of fire formed in my loins did I pull my hand away and try to get my composure back. With that, she went to my left side, Eve to my right, and before I knew what was happening, Linda had pulled up my skirt to expose my naked pubes. “Who would have thought that,” Eve surmised, clearly intending me to listen, “that miss correct Katie would someday turn out such a pissy slut.” She looked at me and I could see an idea forming behind her eyes.
Thus I was stuck with spending the evening with her, that stuck-up bitch Jen, a strange goth called Liz whom I didn’t know at all and had only gotten some glimpses of at school, and to round up things in the worst possible way, Naomi. Jen and Naomi giggled, and Liz whispered something under her voice that sounded suspiciously like “horny slut”, but I couldn’t be sure. She seemed unwilling to follow the order, and I didn’t think she would really do it, but then Liz growled her name, and what I thought was a flicker of fear danced across Jen’s face. But I didn’t want to pick a dare either, I’d probably end up naked like Jen. Or worse.
I was especially intrigued by stories of an inexperienced girl meeting for the first time, perhaps at a party or at a work place, a confidant lady who just seemed to have a sense of presence about her; a lady who instinctively influenced others with just a gesture, or a look, or a suggestion; a lady who could seduce whomever she wanted, whenever she wanted, with just a smile. She looked up at me, her smile never dimming, leaned closer to me and softly said, "I was just wanting to know if you were wearing stockings, too. She took my face in her palms and pulled it down close to hers, looked in my eyes, then so softly kissed me on the lips.
I picked up discarded stockings and suspender belt and walked back through to the bedroom where I found Lana partly dressed and wearing the knickers I had bought for her which looked delicious on her. I stepped back and she entered followed by Sophie who was almost as tall as Lana and Lyn and who wore a dress similar to mine – calf length with small sleeves although hers buttoned from neck to hem while mine had no buttons. I followed Sophie back to the kitchen where Lyn and Lana were kissing in a very unsisterly manner. We ate supper, a delicious casserole of beef and then retired once again to the sitting room, this time with me sharing a sofa with Lana and Lyn and Sophie sharing another in the large, high-ceilinged room.
Sophie kissed me again and this time her tongue came deep into me and her hand caressed first my breasts and then slid under my skirt. I looked up and watched as Sophie stood and walked out of the room, returning a few moments later with a small black bag in her hand. Sophie came and stood on my left, her arms stretched out to touch both twins and she kissed my face. The voice to my left said, ‘She understands, Lana, of course she does.’ I was, at that moment, looking at the twin to my right and watched as her face broke into a wide smile. Sophie moved to Lana and pulled her nightdress gently away from her left breast.
"Looks like you need to use your tongue to mop the floor," I said, "since my friend has grown very attached to your cleaning tools." She showed no reaction and so I got up on my feet, my wet dress clinging tightly to my tits as I stepped right in front of her. "Then Novella will give you what you need." I turned the girl over until she sat in the puddle on the floor, her legs spread wide towards the librarian, who knelt down on her knees, carefully moving the mop behind her so it would stay up her butt, but not get pushed in any further. I reached for the broom and handed it over to Novella, who looked at me puzzled, but soon understood and carefully tried to push the stick into the girl's hungry cunt, licking her all the way.
She patted my butt, then strolled out of our tiny kitchen, and I couldn’t help but watch her, that perfectly round ass moving under her shorts, her long legs that I’d kill for, and yes, her feet, too. God it felt like her eyes were seeing right through me, seeing down deep inside, seeing shit I didn’t even know about and there was no where to run and hide. In the kitchen, watching the popcorn in the microwave and cleaning up the peanut butter, I had plenty of time to think, the little voice back, telling me to run away, to find somewhere else to live, asking me over and over what the hell I was doing.
"No, Miss Cathy, I sure wouldn't." Lola's smile seemed aimed at Amy, who felt uneasy in her presence. "One of the things I teach girls is how to avoid women like Brenda." Even as Cathy spoke, Brenda was parting her legs, and from Amy's position, affording a view of her panties. Cathy smiled. "Let's see, you are red-faced, staring at her, and your nipples threaten to rip a hole in your top. The elevator opened - straight into Cathy's suite. Amy's first impressions were that it was huge, opulent, a bank of windows facing the city skyline, which twinkled in the dusk. Cathy touched her chin, looking at her. "I doubt it is only your nipples that are excited. Cathy looked hard at her, taking her finger and placing them under Amy's nose.
Sandy moaned helplessly above her as Laurel licked and suckled her aching flesh, her tongue responding to Sandy’s garbled cries and the urgent pressing of her pelvis into her mouth by increasing the pressure of it against her clit. Sandy’s eyes widened at the glint in Laurel’s eyes as she walked around the side of their bed and bent over to whisper once more into Sandy’s ear, “You look beautiful like this, I think I’ll leave you gagged and bound to our bed for as long as I please…” Sandy gasped and pulled futilely at her restraints as Laurel stepped back, her hands trailing down the length of her trembling body as she sauntered away and left Sandy unsure and aching for more…
I stood up as defiantly as I could and looked her straight in the eye and firmly said, "I am the cavalry, and you're going to back off of Cheryl immediately or I'll..." I placed the bra on Mistress Jill's desk with my panties. I stood there in my heels with my nipples clamped by the hanger, waiting to see what Mistress Jill was intending to do with me next, when the phone on her desk rang. Mistress Jill then returned to her office and picked up my skirt, blazer, blouse and bra, and threw them in her lower desk drawer. Mistress Jill closed the door, but left it open enough that I could see her desk and the chair in front of it.
"And of course kitties love to lick and lap," Kim smiled, "so your new task is to find a senior, they are all wearing beige stockings, and you are to bring them to orgasm with your tongue. More shame flooded through me as Jamie was right on both accusations, but I tore my eyes from the scene and searched for my own leg to hump, my pussy now eager for the attention. The sister patted her legs where she was sitting and said, in a voice like she was talking to a real puppy, "Come here, puppy, come to Mama." I heard laughter in the room, but instead of humiliation, I felt a rush of bliss, just my wet pussy resting on her stocking-clad leg had me acting like a complete bitch in heat.
Somehow I had developed a fixation on what I couldn’t have, and lonely days of trying to make time go by at the mall had turned into regular excursions into clothes shops and lingerie stores where I would eye and touch the garments and dream of being just as womanly as the other customers. When the fingers were right in front of my mouth, my lips parted on their own volition and - for the first time in my life - I tasted my own juices. Her other hand extended towards my pulsing pussy, and then two fingers slowly pushed their way inside me. Her movements grew in intensity and speed, and every time her fingers buried themselves so deep inside me, ripples of pleasure traveled up my tummy.
Miss Cath was a medium-sized brunette in a white tee-shirt (which, Belle noted, showed off her boobs to some advantage) and a short tennis skirt, which performed the same function for her legs. "Fine," said Belle, her breasts swaying as she walked to the opulent-looking shower room, which seemed more like a suite, with benches, hoses and goodness knows what else. "Let Bertha take the strain, Belle, she will take care of all your needs." Cath was smiling. "Your ass needs cleaning too, my dear." Cath explained, as Belle felt the nozzle of the enema machine enter her asshole. Suddenly, Belle felt Bertha's hands wiping her ass as though she was a little girl. As she pressed the girl-cock in, Belle moaned, or at least, that's what it sounded like, Cath thought.
I must've looked a little lost, as a stewardess asked me right away: "Can I help?" I explain that the bathrooms in the other sections are all occupied and I was just looking for a free one. When I let her go, she closes the door behind her while I gently run my fingers through her hair and whisper into her ear: "I need to pee." My piss soaks her white blouse and at first it looks like she's about to run, but then the submissive in her comes back and she opens her mouth and lets the pee run inside. The rest of the flight I keep wondering if she's got any dry clothes to change into or needs to continue working soaked in my juices.
Amy couldn’t help but giggle through the ball gag as Tracy started sucking on her right nipple, lathering it in saliva. Looking further downwards, Tracy enjoyed the sight of Amy’s tight, wet butthole wrapped around the base of the butt plug. Amy tried to pull herself away but Tracy was too fast, engulfing Amy’s lips with her mouth. Tracy’s got the craziest BDSM fetish, thought Amy, as she felt the cool metal sliding across her urethral walls, the thickness of the metal filling and stretching her delicate urethra. Amy wrapped her legs around Tracy as she started grinding her pussy on top of Amy’s. After a few moments, Tracy leaned forward until her upper body was resting directly on Amy’s, and they started kissing passionately.
Please write back if you're interested." Attached was a picture of a pair of pink, wet pussy lips spread wide, while on the thighs next to them someone wrote "for Kat" with the date of the email. I leaned back and lifted up my legs, my fingers frantically running hard and fast across my pubes, rubbing my poor clit with both hands until it felt glowing hot. Since I've already started playing with electronics, I reached for the mouse, opening the other two pictures she'd sent before inserting it into my wet fuckhole, replacing the remote. It was Helga, kneeling on the floor, the bottle still sticking out between her legs, opening her mouth obediently as she looks up at the camera.
The mother looked at the saleswoman who had just watched the whole thing and said, "I will pay for Mistress Carla's outfit." She then took her daughter and went into the changing room. Carla dropped her skirt, laughed and said, "Don't worry June, play your cards right and you will get the privilege of eating my pussy, like your daughter often does, but you need to earn it." My mother coming back to her senses with the reference to her daughter, looked at me, again embarrassed. Do not tell my mother I know." Carla finished getting dressed and said, "Thanks for the orgasm you slut." She went to the door and turned back, "You should be ashamed of yourself, fucking your daughter's best friend." Then Carla walked out.
In the soft light of the bedroom her pale hair contrasted with the blue of her hooded eyes and her lips curled into a smile. Generous I may be but at that moment I could feel my love button rubbing from between my lips on the soft silk of my knickers and I knew I could cum at the merest of intimate stimulus, words even, never mind touch. Slowly she moved so that her arm left my neck and she lowered her head to my belly and now her tongue did slip from between her lips and left a damp trail across me, around my navel and the cool of her tongue felt like the heat of a candle, so did it burn me.