CATHLEEN (diary of a lesbian hooker of the 1930s). - Sex Stories

CATHLEEN (diary of a lesbian hooker of the 1930s).

... floor completely naked. I was much stronger than Diane and had no trouble pinning her down. I held her arms down with my knees and straddled her tits. The men were yelling obscenities and wanted me to do all kinds of nasty things to her. I noticed that a few of them had pulled down their suspenders and trousers and were holding their hard cock in their hand. I moved forward on Diane and pushed my hairy cunt in her face. From where they were sitting, the men had a good view of Diane licking my cunt lips and fucking my crack with her nose. I groaned as I came in her face. I let her loose and waited for her sitting on my ass on the carpet. She didn’t seem too pleased, her face and part of her hair covered in cunt juice. “You fucking bitch, you creamed in my face”, she yelled I opened my legs in a large V and invited her to do the same. “Yeah…oh yeah…scissor….scissor”, yelled some of the men We slipped on our ass on the soft carpet and met in the scissoring position, as the men had suggested. I could feel her shaved cunt on my pubic patch. “Shave next time, dyke”, she screamed I grabbed her hair, more roughly this time, and she grabbed my red locks, as we began to bump cunts. I could see she was excited and near orgasm. She liked the rough stuff. I let go of her hair and grabbed her small tits, digging my nails in the soft skin. “ARRRGHHHHHHHH…”, she screamed, embellishing my move and her pain. All the men had lost their pants by now and were openly masturbating as they watched ...

... us. Diane and I spit in each other’s face as we continued our mock fight. I have a pretty large clit and I was plowing her crack with it. I knew that if I touched her clit with mine she would explode. I found out she was more experienced that I thought and we controlled our act by exchanging eye signals. The point was not to cum too quickly and to let the men cum first. While three of the men were a few feet from us, Harry and one of the guests slipped inside the bathroom and half-closed the door. Diane and I had moved one leg up over the other’s shoulder and cunts were flattened against each other. We could have kissed, we were so close. When we saw the men had all squirted, we nodded and moved our hips in unison and blasted our squirts inside each other’s love canal. We untangled slowly and caught our breath. We met Harry and his friend as they emerged from the bathroom. They both seemed satisfied. Diane and I washed up with what was available. I watched her pee and could have made it a two-some (she invited) but I wanted to leave the hotel as soon as possible. Harry and I left the room while the men had put their pants back on and were pouring each other a glass of bourbon. They hardly noticed we had gone. Back in the car, Harry gave me a few pieces of tissue so I could attend to the scratch mark on my cheek and a few on my tits. “You like her”, he asked “Yeah…She’s right..I should shave for our next time”, I laughed “You did ok ?”, I whispered “Yeah…it was fine….we know ...