The Cuckquean Ch. 02 - Butch Desires - Sex Stories

The Cuckquean Ch. 02 - Butch Desires

... to further rub her parents' faces in her disobedience, Jemima had married a white man, a Roman Catholic white man to boot.

To punish her, Jemima's father, Arjun, kicked her out of the inner family. Although her beloved older brother, Jaspirit, and her mother, Waheeda, ignored Arjun's edict and regularly made time to see her, Jemima could no longer attend family gatherings and events. Cillian's love for her and his steadfast support of her had allowed Jemima to come to terms with her banishment.

It was the night after Cillian had stared down her father that Jemima had first brought a young slut home for her husband to share. Two things happened that night: 1. Jemima realised she couldn't live without regular woman-on-woman sex. And 2. She loved watching her husband's big, thick cock splitting open some pretty, young slut's cunt, especially if she (Jemima) was bound and helpless when Cillian did it. From that night on, Jemima often went hunting, looking for a fresh, legal-aged, bisexual woman to take home to her husband. Jemima hardly ever missed her prey.

On a Friday night, depending on customers, The Fox doesn't close until after one a.m. Just before midnight and dressed to the nines in a Phoenix Rising Coloured Rhaine Midi-Cowl Bodycon dress, Jemima slid gracefully out of her Uber, opened the door and strutted into The Fox. The patrons at the door momentarily stopped talking as an exquisite piece of loveliness glided past them, her hips swinging sexily above her ...

... black 7-inch heels and with a pencil straight seam running up her stocking's length.

Striding confidently to the bar, Jemima waited for Leslie the Lezzie, the butch lesbian barkeep, to notice her. Leslie, who'd often fantasised about Jemima returning but hadn't the courage to call the beautiful Indian woman, almost dropped the schooners she carried when her eyes hit Jemima. Unawarely, Leslie's tongue reached out to touch her suddenly dry lips.

Jemima smiled at one of the men sitting on a stool at the bar. Bamboozled by Jemima's elegant beauty, the man quickly stood and offered her his seat. Thanking him with a soft touch on his flushed cheek, Jemima gracefully slid her shapely rear onto the stool, purposefully allowing her ass to touch the man's groin as she did.

"Co-co-could I buy you a drink?" The man stammered.

Turning her liquid-brown eyes onto the young man, Jemima flashed her massive diamond engagement and wedding rings to the man and replied, "I would, but I don't think hubby would approve, do you?"

"Ahh, probably not," the man regretfully agreed before turning to his mates.

"Jaysus!" The man's avowed bachelor friend muttered. "Even I'd give up dicks for a chance at that!"

Jemima, who had heard the 'not so whispered' comment, smiled at the pair and sultrily said, "And it'd be worth it, too."

Jemima turned her attention back to the bar. Leslie, ignoring other patrons who had waited for longer, handed Jemima an expresso martini before returning her ...