The Cuckquean Ch. 02 - Butch Desires - Sex Stories

The Cuckquean Ch. 02 - Butch Desires

... guided them towards Jemima's home. However, as they rode, Leslie delved her fingers through Jemima's soft bush every chance she got.

Arriving at Jemima's house and pulling into the driveway, Leslie kicked the stand out and gaped. "Jaysus, woman!" Leslie exclaimed, her eyes wandering over the massive two-story building. "Just how rich a bitch are you?"

"Does it matter?" Jemima challenged.

"Not when you're sitting on my face," Leslie riposted.

"Here in the driveway?" Jemima coquettishly asked. "The neighbours will talk."

"Perhaps not," Leslie agreed as she took and pinched Jemima's puffy nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. "But I think you should kneel and give me some head out here." Forcing Jemima to her knees by squeezing her nipples and pulling her down, Leslie grabbed the back of Jemima's head and pushed it against her crotch. "Suck, bitch," she demanded.

Smiling, Jemima knelt and eagerly unbuckled Leslie's belt before undoing her fly and pulling her jeans down. Jemima gasped when a 'cock' sprang through Leslie's boxer's fly and hit her pouting lips. With her hands shaking, Jemima pulled Leslie's boxers down, exposing a thick, 6-inch rubber cock, its double end inserted through Leslie's thick, hairy bush and into her cunt.

"I said, 'suck, bitch'," Leslie snarled as she tried to force Jemima's head onto her 'cock'.

Jemima leant back and smiled up at the bullish woman standing over her. "Leslie the lezzy, I am subservient to my husband, ...

... Cillian. No other. I'll happily suck your cock, your manly tits, and anything else you want me to suck, but do not try to act as my Master. Am I clear?"

Leslie lowered her eyes and answered, "Yes, Mistress."

Jemima sighed and said, "Leslie, nor do I wish to be your Mistress. I want you to be what you are—a butch lesbian that loves taking the masculine role. I want you to be my man for the night. If we're both satisfied with how the night goes, in the morning, we can discuss how long you stay. Okay?"

"I get it," Leslie grinned. "Now, suck, my little knob gobbler."

Jemima chuckled as she held Leslie's 'cock' and guided it into her mouth. Surprising her masculine-looking lady lover, Jemima gleefully swallowed it all in one swift gulp.

'Wow!' An impressed Leslie thought. 'This will be a fun night.' She placed her hand on Jemima's head and face fucked her, checking to see if Jem would choke. She didn't! "Let's take this upstairs," Leslie panted.

"Do you think you can carry me?" Jemima jokingly asked. "I'll let you take me in the bottom if you can."

Jemima watched Leslie pull her pants up and redo her buckle. Then she gasped as Leslie effortlessly picked her up in a bridal carry and walked up the stairs to Jemima's front door. 'Oops,' she thought. 'That backfired! Still,' she added to the thought, 'maybe she'll weaken before we reach my bedroom.'

Leslie paused at the door to allow Jemima to open it and then followed her prompts to carry the gorgeous Indian woman ...