That time I thought I was in a serious lesbian relationship at 17, but was wrong.
Part 1
So in my teens I learned that Buddha had the right idea, and living off of the charity of strangers was more fun of a lifestyle choice than working a 9-5 in an office (which I had also done for comparison). I was living out of a backpack, hitchhiking around the west coast and anywhere freight trains were going, I had just spent 2 weeks doing “Trimmy Momma” work in Mendocino and so I arrived in San Francisco with a grip of frosty clippings to barter with. I started panhandling the adults in their suits around the civic center, and trading pre-rolled joints to people who thought to hit up the dreddy chick in the tie dye. This one woman, a stunningly beautiful cougar broad wearing a tailored Men’s Armani, with professionally dyed and styled hair, and great big fake titties, and flawless makeup, asked me what I was planning to do with the rest of my day, “you’re looking at it” I told her.
“Well, I have some business in the city hall, but if you’re still here, would you wanna go out with me later? A friend’s band is playing in the Mission tonight, and I have a guest room you can spend the night in”
“Sounds great!” She told me her name was Jen and got my name. And after she finished her business she drove over to where I was still sitting in the little convertible BMW she owned. When I got in I suddenly felt her eyes on me, and for some reason I just knew we were gonna get naked together. She asked me what size clothes I wore and told me I needed some clean clothes, so she took me to the fashion mall and had some “shoppers” pick out some dresses and sexy panties for me. While I was in the change room dressing and undressing she kept peeking in, and after I caught her for about the 12th time I heard her give the shopper a long list of things to fetch for her, then I heard the doors latch click to my change space, and Jen slipped inside the tiny enclosure, pulling off her jacket and hanging it and her purse on a wall hook.
“Let’s see you” she said, grabbing the very bottom of the skirt of the dress I was in, then peeling it upwards like a spent condom, over my head and off of my body.
Now I was hippie dirty, I hadn’t had a shower in at least a week, and it was summertime. “I must smell” I whispered meekly.
Jen took in a deep breath through her nose, first around my neck, then my armpits, as she raised my arms above my head, then she somehow gripped both my wrists in one of her hands and against the wall behind me, kicking my legs apart and sucking and biting my nipples, while her other hand worked magic in my panties. I started to shake and moan through pursed lips, and she shushed me, kissing me hard, then pulling up her shirt and feeding a perfect 880 cc fake titty with perpendicular barbells through the nipple right into my mouth. I suckled like an eager baby.
“Misses Jen! I got the other dresses for you”
“Great!”Jen said, she let go of my wrists and with a hand on the back of my head, pushing my face hard into her breast, indicating that I should be doing what I’m doing more aggressively. I obliged, while running my hands over her lonely breast, and perfectly rounded ass.
“I put them on the door, ok? Ok. I be back in 10 minutes”
“Perfect!” Said Jen, as she weaved a long skinny leg under one of mine and then half lifted me off the ground like that when she braced that foot on the tiny bench in the room. She teased me through my sopping wet panties, then brought that hand to her face and took another deep whiff. “You smell delicious” she said to me. “How do you feel about bondage?” She asked me.
“I can’t wait to try it” I said.
“For reals?”
“Absolutely!” I said, “I wanna be slapped, and tied up and go into public with sexy secrets under my clothes and—“ “okay, well…” she pulled a small ball of rope out from her purse, then dug out a few more bits of metal. “You wanna start with some rope tricks?” She asked me while unraveling the rope.
“Absolutely!” I said, literally feeling the juices rolling down my thigh, “and some nip-clips?” She had already started to twist down the vice like nipple adornment. Next she tied 3 macrame knots right against each other in the length of rope, then ran the rope around my waist, and through my legs, she collected the drips of pussy juice from the inside of my thighs using her fingertips, then licked them. Then she stood up and told me to turn around and bend over, she tied the ropes so the knots were tight against my clit, and then I felt her pull the rope to one side and pull my ass cheeks apart, then lick long hard laps against my ass hole, then tongue fuck my fart box, and then suddenly something smooth and cold and metal popped inside of me, suddenly filling a part of me.
“Turn around and Stand up straight,” she said. She tied some knots, then ran a loop of this around my neck and back down my back tying to the loop on the anal hook she’d just installed inside my ass. I was tied in such a way that I had to sit and stand totally erect upright. Spine straight. This drove me wild.
Years later I would have a slew of relationships with various strippers who would tell me that no matter what chemicals I’d consume, the most intoxicated they’d ever seen me was when I was lust drunk, and that was because I was a Capricorn and mercury was doing a thing. Sure, why not, I guess.
“Arms up” Jen said, and pulled a freshly purchased mini dress over my head and down to an inch passed my butt cheeks. Then she pulled me to her by grabbing the tightly tied ropes through the material of the dress. She ran fingers over my pinched nipples. I responded. Jen purchased a half dozen tiny dresses and pairs of panties. We went to her friends show.
We stood on the dancefloor together and Jen gently pinched my nipples, still in their metal traps, getting more and more sensitive as the night carried on, my pussy continued to drip too.
“Can we sit for a moment?” I asked.
“Sure” she said, “come with me” she led me into a hallway to the clubs office space, where several couches were, a long with a couple of punk rock kids I knew from the scene and an older, attractive man I didn’t know. They greeted each other warmly then he kicked out everybody else. Now it was just the three of us, “this is my old boss Dariusz,” then Jen locked the door to the office and peeled my dress up above my titties, licking one of my very sensitive nipples, she said “Dariusz, this is Polly, and she’s interested in BDSM.” She said slipping a hand between my thighs and finding more drips on them, “and I think she likes it!” She sat on a couch pulling me by the ropes into her lap, pinning my legs open with her own legs, she slapped my thigh and then with me all splayed out like this she said “what do you think?”
“Well, let’s see,” he kneeled down and I could feel his hot breath against my quivering cunt, the ropes got pulled to one side and a finger rubs my clit hard but slow until my legs start to shake, and my pussy gleeks a little. “And with that we’re off!” Jen announces, replacing the knotted rope and pulling my dress back down, giving my nips another tiny tweek through the dress. And she gives her guy friend a quick peck on the lips and says, “you know where to find me.” He says the same, then stops her, “are you going to the gala next week? She’d have a blast” Dariusz said gesturing at me, “plus you’re getting awarded”…
***this is getting too long I’ll finish it tomorrow.***