Lesbian Stories

Mary was depressed. Out of high school for three months now and not one decent job offer. She was getting desperate!!! Her parents were on her back and she couldn’t blame them, underfoot all day and just generally in her mom’s way. As she scanned the want ads for the 23rd time her eye caught sight of an ad she must have missed. It read, “Older widowed lady needs live in female for general household duties and companionship. Will pay top dollar to the right person! Start right away. Call Mrs. Bradford at 555-1212.” Mary reread the ad several times trying to decide if she even wanted to get into domestic work. As hard up as she was, the words “top dollar” made her pick up the phone and dial the listed number. A minute later she had an appointment to meet Mrs. Bradford tomorrow afternoon at 3:00 o’clock, and while she wasn’t exactly looking forward to it, Mary really needed to get something going, and how hard could domestic work be?

At exactly three p.m. Mary was knocking on the big front door at the address Mrs. Bradford had given her over the phone the day before. The house was huge–almost a mansion! This might turn out to be more work than she had bargained for! Just then the door swung open and Mary was introducing herself to Mrs. Bradford and her friend Cora Hilliard. Both women looked to be in their early sixties but Mary was never very good at guessing people’s ages. Mary sat down in an overstuffed easy chair in the dimly lit parlor while the two ladies sat opposite her on a long sofa. After giving her vital information–age, education, work history, etc., Zoe Bradford explained what her duties would be if she took the job. In addition to general cleaning, she would be required to make the meals, grocery shop, and generally run the basic household on a day to day basis. Most of her evenings would be free and she would have Saturday afternoon and all day Sunday off and of course her room and board would be free and she would pretty much have the run of the house.
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Terri crammed her way onto into the third car of the Englewood-Howard subway line on her way to the Loop for work, and while it was only 7:00AM, the car was already packed like a can of sardines. After about a month of subway rides, Terri would get fed up and take her car to work, but that usually only lasted a day or two because of the horrible traffic and expensive Loop parking rates. The El was considerably faster and cheaper, if not more convenient than driving a car. On this Wednesday it seemed that it was packed tighter than normal as Terri was pressed between a well dressed business man and a mid forties woman who smelled of Chanel No. 5.

The car rocked back and forth as the train made it’s way from the far north side on its way down town, and having made the same trip thousands of times, Terri kind of put her mind in neutral and just swayed with motion of the car. She was gazing out the window at the passing apartment buildings, and hardly noticed Miss Chanel No. 5 starting to breathe a little harder and more shallowly, and only when she felt the woman stiffen against her did she realize that something was up. Now looking the woman in the eyes, she could see that she was in some sort of discomfort. “Are you all right,” asked Terri? The woman just nodded her head and gulped down a breath of air. For the next several stops Terri watched to see that the lady was going to be okay as her cheeks now flushed a bright red! Terri felt the woman grinding herself into her and while trying to hide her short gasps of air, Terri couldn’t believe it, but she thought that the woman looked to be having an orgasm right on the train! She became more convinced when the woman’s body suddenly went limp and her breathing returned to normal, after which she gave Terri a weak smile and then looked away.
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Frannie was in a state of euphoria! Last night Kenny “popped the old question”! They were getting married! She couldn’t wait to tell Kim, her best friend since grade school. They had both wondered if Kenny would ever get the nerve to go through with it, and well finally it happened! He had been so sweet, just like in the movies he fumbled with and engagement ring and stumbled with his question! It was all Frannie could do to keep from asking her for him. When he finally did get it straight Frannie threw her arms around his neck and practically screamed “Yes!” The best though was yet to come as Kenny then did what he did best–give her the fucking of her life! Kenny had many good qualities such as a good job, good looks, a nice personality, and even a nice car, but what he really had that made Frannie melt was that huge piece of meat that hung between those hard thighs! Kenny was hung like a fucking horse, and boy did he know how to use it! Frannie could remember the first time she had really seen that big pecker. She was a senior and Kenny a year older. They had made out a lot of times before and Kenny had sucked on Frannie’s ample chest a ton of times, but this, however, was the first time that Kenny had pulled out his prick for her to play with. Even at nineteen Kenny’s cock was at least eight inches long, and Frannie immediately fell in love with that big love muscle, and from then on she considered it hers and hers alone!
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Robin was lost in thought as she rode the Clark St. bus on her way to her job as a junior trader at the Board of Trade in downtown Chicago. Having only graduated from the U of I three months ago, she felt very lucky indeed to have landed such a good job in such a short period of time. If she kept her nose to the grindstone and worked hard, Robin was sure that not only would this job provide the mental challenge she needed, but also the kind of money most folks only dreamed of. As the bus swayed to and fro as it passed over the Chicago River Bridge, Robin thought that the only real problem she had since moving to The Big Windy was the lack of any real social life. By now she had hoped to have made some close friends but it just hadn’t worked out that way with the heavy workload she was carrying.
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