As soon as Marie met Sarah after work one day, she couldn’t wait to tell her all about her new relationship with a gorgeous girl she’d met in a book shop. Marie gushed about how Bernadette was just her type, a girly girl, all feminine and pretty. She told Sarah how they’d gone for a drink after meeting at a poetry reading in the local library, and how one thing led to another, and Marie had ended up doing the walk of shame as the early morning buses ran down the quays. A second date had quickly followed, and, before Bernadette left Marie’s apartment to get home in time to shower and change for work, they had agreed that they were going out together.
But while Marie was head over heels in love with Bernadette, she still wasn’t entirely happy. She chewed her bottom lip as she glanced furtively up at Sarah.
“I can’t help it,” she explained to her long-time friend and confidante over drinks in McDaid’s bar. “I mean, I think I’m in love with Bernadette. She’s perfect for me. She’s just my type. She’s petite, feminine and with the most amazing hair. Did I tell you about her hair? How it glints with copper highlights?” Sarah nodded. She’d been here before with Marie. Marie blushed, took a sip of her drink and looked up. “But it’s not enough.”
Sarah just nodded and reached over and grasped Marie’s hand. “I know, babes. It’s all very well being treated like a princess, but sometimes, you just need to be fucked like a whore.”
Marie blushed at Sarah’s crudeness and forthrightness, but also because she was right. Sarah tucked a strand of Marie’s long blonde hair behind her ear. Sarah knew all of Marie’s secrets. Sarah had been there through most of Marie’s dating disasters, and she had been genuinely chuffed when Marie had finally admitted just how smitten she was with Bernadette. However, she also knew that Marie had a darker side that had to be let out to play every now and again.
Sarah knew exactly what Marie craved. Sarah liked pretty femme lesbians. Girls with crew cuts and bomber jackets just didn’t do it for her, and Marie was Sarah’s perfect woman. Marie was the epitome of a lipstick lesbian. Sarah had tried to give Marie what she needed, and Marie had tried to reciprocate. She loved pretty femme girls too, but knew, deep down, what she really wanted was someone to break her. Someone who would just use her without any thought being given to her needs.
“Tell me what you need, Marie?” Sarah whispered as she squeezed Marie’s hand and softly stroked it with her thumb. Marie blushed fire engine red and stared down at the torn crisp packet and the remaining couple of crumbs of cheese and onion crisps scattered on the bar table.
Finally, Marie raised her ice-blue eyes and looked at Sarah.
“I want a big fucking dyke to use me, abuse me, fuck, even piss on me. I want her to use her big fucking girlcock and take me however she wants. I want her to fuck the shit out of me.”
She reached for her gin and tonic and knocked the rest of the drink back into her mouth in one gulp. Sarah nodded, straightened up and slowly looked around the bar.
“Somehow, I don’t think you’ll find what you are looking for in here.” She ran her eyes over Marie’s cerise pink silk blouse and designer business suit. “And I don’t think you are dressed right to get what you want anyway.”
Marie blushed and nodded.
“Will you help me?”
“What about Bernadette?”
“I don’t think it’s her scene,” Marie giggled, and Sarah smiled. She shook her head slowly. “I must be nuts, Marie. If you balls this up with Bernadette, if she doesn’t kill you, I’ll kill you myself.”
“Thank you,” Marie whispered.
Friday night came, and while Sarah rifled through Marie’s wardrobe, Marie sat on the bed, wearing a fluffy white gown and took a sip of white wine. Sarah pulled out a red sundress with little spaghetti straps and held it up.
“This is perfect,” Sarah exclaimed. “Put it on while I find a pendant necklace to go with it.”
“What about underwear?”
Sarah shook her head. “It’ll only get ripped off or ruined or lost. It’ll be easier to not have any on to start with.”
“Oh god, I hope so,” Marie sighed.
Sarah opened Marie’s jewellery box and pulled out one necklace after another before finally deciding on a silver pendant with a stylised whorl. “Put this on, it’ll point straight to your tits.”
Sarah smiled as Marie stood wearing the red dress. The bodice was low enough to show glimpses of Marie’s, in Sarah’s opinion, perfectly sized boobs. The tip of the silver pendant nestled in her cleavage, and Sarah clapped her hands in delight.
“Make up now. Sit!”
Marie instantly complied and sat on the stool as Sarah went over the top, creating strong eyebrows and winged eyeliner before applying the finishing touch with Sarah’s own dark red lipstick.
She handed Marie a pair of hold-up black sheer stockings, and then Sarah reached into the back of Marie’s wardrobe and rummaged until she found what she was looking for. An old pair of Doc Marten boots that Sarah had only ever seen Marie wearing in old photographs. Marie tried to protest, but Sarah silenced her with a raised hand and the old “Talk to the hand, ‘cos the face ain’t listening” routine that they had used on each other for as long as they could remember.
When Marie was dressed, Sarah nodded her approval as Marie did a slow pirouette in her bedroom.
“Perfect,” Sarah agreed, and Marie finally gave a hesitant little smile.
The problem with being a femme in a lesbian bar was that everyone assumed you were the straight girl out to keep your gay friends company. As they walked down the street towards a small bar hidden down a back alleyway near the old railway yards, Sarah reinforced to Marie again and again that she had to make it clear to the butch girls that she was available.
Sarah gave her a hug as they stood outside the bar.
“Aren’t you going to come in with me?” Marie whimpered, but Sarah just shook her head. “No, babes. You have to let them know you are single and available.” Sarah lowered her eyes. “Besides, it’s not my type of place. I’m not looking to be used that way.”
Marie gulped and nodded. Here goes nothing, she thought and pushed open the door.
The bar looked like any other bar in that part of town. Sarah had told Marie it was where a lesbian biker gang hung out. She wasn’t sure if Sarah was serious, but the thought of being used by a gang of girls was definitely up there on Marie’s bucket list.
There were a couple of drinkers perched on barstools and a few more sitting at tables around the walls. Marie did a quick scan and was relieved to see the clientele was exclusively female, though none of them looked dressed up like her. Tee shirts, jeans, bomber jackets, denim jackets and even a leather biker jacket or two seemed to be the dress code.
“Hello, darling,” the woman behind the bar called out. “Can I help you?”
Marie took a few steps forward until she was at the bar. She quickly decided to skip her usual choice of a glass of Pinot Grigio and murmured, “Umm, could I have a whiskey and Coke?”
The woman, who looked to be in her early fifties, raised an eyebrow at a customer further down the bar before she turned and reached for the bottle of Jameson’s and added a dash of Coke from the mixer gun.
Marie went to slide a ten euro note along the counter but a thick calloused hand came down on top of hers and a soft, feminine voice told her that it was taken care of.
Marie turned to look at the woman beside her. She was at least a head taller than Marie and was broad-shouldered. She wore a white T-shirt, which was stretched tight enough to show off the impressive cleavage and frankly enormous boobs. Marie reckoned the woman must weigh twice as much as her. She could feel her knickers getting wet as she gazed into the woman’s eyes.
“Th… th.. thank you,” she finally managed to stutter.
“My pleasure, Princess.” The woman sat down on the empty stool beside Marie.
“I’m Cassidy,” the woman offered. “But most folk call me Cass.”
“I’m.. I’m Marie.”
Cass reached over and stroked Marie’s long blonde hair. Without meaning to, Marie flinched.
“You’re not nervous, are you?” Cass smiled.
Marie just shook her head and reached for the drink. She knocked most of it back in one gulp.
Cass smiled and signalled to the barwoman. “Hey Maggie, I’ll have another Corona and get Princess here another whiskey.”
Marie tried to protest, but Cass just waved her away.
“So, I don’t think we’ve seen you here before. I’m sure we would have remembered you.” Cass laughed and Marie noticed Maggie joining in. “What brings you in here?”
Cass leant in and whispered, “You have a fight with your boyfriend and came into the first bar you saw?”
Marie shook her head. “I’m… I’m not straight,” she whispered, staring into Cass’s dark brown eyes.
“Is that right?”
Cass’s fat finger traced the vein on the back of Marie’s hand. She slowly traced her fingertip up Marie’s arm as Marie struggled not to whimper like a little girl. The goosebumps rose on Marie’s arm as Cass’s finger followed the crook of her elbow.
“Tell me, Princess,” Cass whispered as her finger reached Marie’s armpit and hooked on the strap of her dress, “what are you doing here?”
Marie took a deep breath. Here goes nothing, she thought.
“Looking for someone like you to do whatever they want to me.”
She swallowed and gazed up, watching as Cass’s face broke into the biggest grin.
“You gotta be kidding me, right?”
Marie just shook her head. “No, it’s no joke.”
Cass gently slid the thin strap of the sundress off Marie’s shoulder and grinned even more when she realised Marie wasn’t wearing a bra. She reached over and slid the other strap down as well. It was only the swell of Marie’s tits that held the dress in place now, and Cass gazed into Marie’s eyes as she trailed her finger down the pendant chain and then hooked her finger in the bodice of the dress. She ever so slowly tugged the material down over Marie’s tits until they popped free.
Marie’s nipples were rock hard already with excitement, and the rush of cool air made them grow even more. Cass rolled Marie’s left nipple between her finger and thumb. Marie closed her eyes and moaned softly. She couldn’t believe she was sitting in a bar with her tits out, getting groped by a butch lesbian biker. If she’d been wearing any, her panties would have been soaked at the thought. As it was, she squeezed her thighs together and whimpered when Cass gave an exploratory tug.
“Mmmm, it seems like Princess here is looking for a bit of rough,” Cass informed Maggie and the other girls in the bar who had stopped what they were doing to watch what was going on.
Cass placed a hand on each boob and pawed them both as Marie sat, ramrod straight on the stool. Her heart was beating so fast, she was sure Cass could feel it. Suddenly, Cass stood up and tugged hard on both Marie’s nipples at the same time. She was pulled forward off the stool and almost fell over, but managed to steady herself in time. As she stood with her tits out, the dress slithered down and hung around her hips like a belt.
Cass stepped backwards, tugging on Marie’s tits and forcing Marie to follow her. She walked Marie away from the bar, and it was only when Cass bumped the side of the pool table that she stopped.
She released Marie’s tits and slid her hand down her front and over her crotch, emphasising the large package she wore as her fingers moved over the bulge.
“Is this what you’re looking for, Princess?”
Marie licked her lips, and despite the rational part of her brain screaming at her to leave, she grinned and nodded. “Yes,” she managed to whisper.
“Good girl,” Cass whispered back and placed her hand on the top of Marie’s head.
Instantly, Marie dropped down on her knees. She didn’t care that the carpet was filthy. She didn’t allow herself to think about what she was kneeling on. Instead, she focused on the bulge in Cass’s jeans. She reached out and grasped the thick leather belt and unbuckled it, letting the belt hang open. She tried to unbutton the top button, but Cass’s belly hung over the waistband, and she had to slide her fingers underneath to reach it. Finally, she managed to pop the top button. Her eyes flicked up to check everything was ok, and when Cass smiled and nodded, Marie breathed a sigh of relief and her fingers quickly unbuttoned the remaining buttons on Cass’s 501s.
As Marie pushed the denims down Cass’s thighs, the feeldoe she was wearing sprang free and almost hit Marie in the face. Marie swallowed nervously as she ran her fingers along the impressive length. It was thick too. She couldn’t get her fingers to wrap around its girth.
“That’s it, Princess, show Daddy how much you like her cock.”
Marie ran her tongue along the length. It smelt and tasted of sweat and a hint of stale cum. Cass wrapped her fingers in Marie’s hair, and Marie gave another soft, low moan.
“Suck it, Princess. Make it nice and wet, so I don’t have to dry fuck you.”
That’s not going to be an issue, Marie thought as her pussy gave another involuntary squeeze, forcing more pussy juice to dribble down her inner thigh.
She spat on Cass’s cock and rubbed the saliva along its length with her lips. Then, she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the head. She gazed up, her mouth like a surprised O as she took the first inch. Cass whispered that she was a good girl and pressed gently on the back of her head.
Marie swallowed more, sliding her mouth back and forth along the shaft. Each time, she got a bit more into her mouth, feeling it press against the back of her mouth. She tried not to gag, but when Cass pushed on her head, and the cock hit the back of her throat, she couldn’t help it. She coughed and spluttered and had to pull herself off it.
“Come on, Princess. I know you can do better than that.”
Marie stared up at her through watery eyes. Cass had a grin on her face that said she was going to fuck Marie’s throat, whatever happened. Marie took a deep breath and swallowed the girlcock again. Cass thrust her hips out this time, forcing more of the cock into Marie’s mouth. Marie suppressed her gag reflex and whimpered as the cock started to slide down her throat. Cass held Marie’s head with both hands. She looped her fingers through handfuls of Marie’s long blonde hair and held it like reins, controlling the speed of her thrusts and the position of Marie’s head.
Sloppy gluck gluck gluck sounds began to fill the room as Cass fucked Marie’s face. Tears ran down Marie’s cheeks, smudging the thick black eyeliner Sarah had applied. The sight of the mascara-stained face drove Cass on, forcing the girlcock in deeper with every thrust. Finally, she pulled out, leaving Marie wheezing and gasping for breath whilst also coughing and spluttering.
Cass tugged on Marie’s hair, forcing her to scramble to her feet. Before she knew what was happening, Cass had pressed Marie’s head down so she was lying face down on the pool table. Her tits were pressed into the green baize, and Marie felt a cool breeze on her hot, wet pussy when Cass flipped the dress up to expose her bare ass.
“No bra and no knickers. You really are asking for it, aren’t you, princess?”
“Yes Daddy,” Marie whimpered.
“Fuck,” she yelped as her right ass cheek exploded in pain. The echo of the hand spank ricocheted around the room. Cass kicked Marie’s ankle, signalling for her to spread her legs wider. Whimpering, Marie complied.
Cass squeezed Marie’s ass cheeks, spreading them apart with her meaty hands. Then Marie felt Cass’s cock sliding inside her. She knew it was thick, but she still wasn’t prepared as it stretched her walls. She felt Cass press her weight down on her. Cass’s stomach spread over her ass as she pushed the girlcock inside her. Marie stared ahead. She could see some of the other bikers gathering around, watching as Cass fucked Marie like a bitch in heat.
Marie’s head spun as Cass slammed into her again and again and again. A steady stream of invectives flowed from Cass’s mouth as she told Marie that she was nothing but a dirty little bitch and a cum hungry whore and a dirty little cum slut fucktoy.
Cass gripped Marie’s hair like reins as she rode her, telling her she was a fucking whore as her hips slapped against Marie’s ass. It was all too much. Marie’s fingers clawed at the green baize on the pool table as her orgasm built inside her. With a low mournful scream, she came all over Cass’s cock. Cass just laughed and carried on fucking her, calling her a cum whore as she spasmed, impaled on the butch woman’s feeldoe.
Cass pulled out and turned her over onto her back. Two other girls grabbed a leg each and spread her wide open. Cass leant in and dragged her tongue through Marie’s still spasming slit.
“Mmm, a taste of honey,” Cass sighed. Then she positioned herself and pressed her doe back into Marie while gazing straight into her eyes. Marie lay there, watching through lidded eyes. Cass had a cruel sneer on her face as she fucked Marie’s tight little pussy. Her thighs were slick with her cum, and still Cass carried on, pounding her over and over. The other girls reached over and pawed at her tits. She felt objectified as these bitch dykes used her like a plaything. One girl pulled her nipple, stretching it until it pinged back. They all giggled as Marie yelped.
Through a fog of lust, Marie saw Cass’s face contort. The butch woman threw her head back and howled and spasmed as she orgasmed, her Feeldoe buried deep inside Marie’s abused pussy.
Cass pulled out and stood, her chest heaving as she gazed down at Marie lying spreadeagled on the table. She pulled the feeldoe out with a squelching pop and handed it to one of the girls, who smiled as she lapped greedily, slurping up first Cass’s then Marie’s juices.
Cass climbed onto the table and straddled Marie’s face. The other girls started playing with Marie’s pussy, rubbing her clit and fingering her as Cass lowered her sweaty pussy down on Marie’s face. She had a full bush of coarse dark curls, and she ground her pussy into Marie’s face. Marie felt the curls rubbing her skin, knowing she would have a beard rash tomorrow, but at this stage, she was beyond caring. She stuck her tongue out and greedily lapped and licked at Cass’s sweaty, gorgeous-tasting cunt. Her hands reached for Cass’s ass and squeezed the fleshy mounds as she thrust her tongue inside her. Cass ground her pussy into Marie’s face, riding her and using her while the other girls shoved their fingers inside Marie’s pussy and ass.
She felt such a whore as all three holes were used at once. She could hardly breathe as Cass’s puffy pussy lips mashed against her mouth and nose. All she could see and breathe was Cass’s cunt. She licked, sucked, wallowed and came again as the girls fucked both her holes. Cass gripped her hair and rode her face, arching her back and howling as she came a second time, this time, all over Marie’s face.
Cass climbed off, leaving Marie lying in a puddle of juices. She yelped with shock as she felt something thick and hard pressing into her pussy. She lifted her head and saw a blonde girl forcing the handle of a pool cue into her pussy. The crosshatch grip of the handle rubbed against her already raw pussy walls, and the rubber base bumped against her cervix.
“That’s Cass’s bitch,” one of the girls giggled as she leaned down and bit Marie’s left nipple. Marie arched her back and howled as the blonde bitch forced the end of the pool cue in deeper. “I don’t think she likes you,” giggled the other girl, sucking and biting Marie’s other nipple.
“That’s enough, Flynn,” Cass barked, and, with a scowl, the blonde pulled the pool cue out of Marie and dropped it with a clatter to the floor. The other two girls also stood up, giggling as they headed back to their drinks.
Marie rolled onto her side. Everything hurt; her pussy, her tits, even her face where Cass’s curls had rubbed the skin raw. She slowly slid off the table and stood up, pulling the straps of her dress up in an attempt to look halfway decent. She could feel Cass’s cum drying on her face. She could feel her own cum drying on her thighs. She knew, even without looking in a mirror, that she looked like a cum slut.
“Where are you going?” Cass asked, taking her by the arm and leading her over to a table where the two women who had fucked her earlier, along with the little blonde bitch, Flynn, were sitting. As they approached, the women unfastened their jeans and pushed them down their legs. Flynn just pulled her short skirt up higher.
Cass pushed Marie down onto her knees. “Crawl under there and show some appreciation for them using you like a fucktoy.”
Marie took a deep breath and crawled under the table. Three pussies waiting for her. The air was thick with lust and sex. As she crawled towards the first girl, a hand came down and gripped her hair. She flinched. She was dragged close to the woman’s curls.
“Eat it, bitch,” was snarled from above, and Marie obediently pressed her tongue against the wet slit and began to lick. She heard murmurs of pleasure in between the sounds of a card game and realised they were playing poker as she knelt under the table.
She slurped her tongue through the sweaty folds, tasting the woman’s flavours. She pushed her tongue inside her and ground her nose into the clit, french kissing the pussy as the woman squirmed on her face.
“Hey, you’ve had it for ages,” another voice cried out, and she felt her hair being grabbed and her face tugged towards the second pussy.
This one had been shaved, though not in a while, and the short stubbly hairs were rough on Marie’s face. She pushed her tongue in immediately, wanting to make them happy, wanting to show them she was a good girl.
She grabbed the woman’s ass with her hands and pulled her onto her tongue. Marie swirled her tongue deep inside the woman’s pussy, licking her wet velvet walls and, closing her eyes, savouring the flavour on her tongue.
This was what she craved. To be used like a toy, servicing these women while they played cards. These women didn’t care about her, about her needs. All they wanted was some little slut to get them off. Marie pushed two fingers inside the tight, wet pussy as she wrapped her lips around the clit and suckled it into her mouth. The woman above her arched her back and moaned what a dirty bitch Marie was. Once they had orgasmed, she crawled to the third girl. She knew this was Flynn as the short denim skirt was pulled up to reveal a cute, neat little pussy with a landing strip of dark brown curls. I knew she was a bottle blonde, Marie thought as I leaned in to slurp yet another pussy.
Flynn reached down and gripped Marie’s hair and pulled hard, making Marie yelp under the table. Flynn pressed her pussy into Marie’s face and unleashed a flood of rancid yellow piss as she emptied her bladder over Marie’s face. Marie slurped and licked and tried to swallow as much as she could. Flynn’s pee ran down her chin and over her tits, marking her, staining her with the scent of Flynn’s pee. Finally, the stream slowed and stopped, and Flynn pushed Marie’s face away.
Cass laughed and told her she could fuck off now. Marie crawled out and, as she stood, saw the four women return to their cards, studiously ignoring her as she pulled up her soaked dress.
She squelched her way over to the bar and gingerly reached down and picked up her bag. She walked slowly towards the door, wondering if anyone else in the bar was going to take a turn with her too. She made it outside and was relieved to see Sarah appear and take her hand. Somehow, Sarah got her home and into the bath. Sarah handed her a cup of tea as Marie sat in the bath and hugged her knees.
Sarah had asked her if it had been worth it. At the time, Marie hadn’t been in a position to answer her, but as she looked at the bite mark already bruising on her tit, she knew the answer was yes, definitely. It had definitely been worth it.
