Date: Sun, 21 Sep 2003 18:15:04 -0700 (PDT) From: Jan Subject: Glasgow Date (Authoritarian oral, anal F/F) Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between women that include oral and anal. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them at your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2003 Jan, All Rights Reserved. Please mail to janmay699@icqmail.com if you have suggestions for future stories. Glasgow Date By Jan Finoa was staring out the window of her office. She should have been reading any number of reports as part of her administrative job but she could not take her mind off meeting Angela after work. They had met in a lesbian chat-room on her computer and she was anxious to see if this person was anything like what she envisioned her to be. She had been looking for pictures on the web and found a chat-room dedicated to lesbians. She started joining into conversations with the women and found that she was not the only woman that had sexual desires that included domination by an older woman. Her search finally yielded an older woman named Angela. The two of them hit it off well and soon she was telling the lady all of her darkest sexual secrets. When she found that Angela lived in nearby Hamilton it sent a thrill through her body. They chatted privately several times and eventually made a date to meet. They had to describe themselves to each other so they could recognize one another. Finoa said that she was a five- foot seven, twenty-four-year-old, blue-eyed blonde and that she would be wearing a blue tam with the white ribbon folded into a white-rose for easy recognition. Angela laughingly described herself as a short little granny with a tongue for sweet young women. She said that she was a sixty-year-old with thinning hair that was still blonde but slowly turning gray. She figured that because of the number of Campbell and Duncan's in the area she said that she would be dressed in the ancient Douglas business suit. Fiona's thoughts turned to the only time she had ever actually had sexual contact with another female. It occurred when her and a girlfriend had spent the night with each other. They were both sixteen at the time and they found it exciting to rub their pussies against each other's while they were under the covers. They didn't get a lot of sleep. Fiona and her friend had very little knowledge about sex. They just found this intimacy to be very stimulating. Fiona did not like males. They were rude beasties that only thought of pleasing themselves with their rough games. She hated them because some boys had raped a friend of hers and it scared her for life. When she came back to reality, a friend was saying goodnight as she was heading for the elevator. Fiona realized that it was quitting time. She closed down her computer and locked up her desk. She put on her coat and headed for the elevator. As she headed for the bus to take her to the pub they had agreed to meet at she put on her light blue tam at a jaunty angle. When at the pub she found a comfortable booth that gave her a view of the entrance. She was extremely excited about meeting this woman that promised to teach her what it was like to have sex with a woman and be a sex slave at the same time. She ordered an ale and settled down to wait for her date. She had to be a little short with a couple of men that wanted to pick her up. Time seemed to drag. Every time the door opened she looked up to survey whomever was entering. There was no mistaking when Angela arrived. She did look like a sweet little old granny. She was tinny and heavyset. The grays, black and hunters green of the Douglas tartan were certainly unmistakable. Angela scanned the room. She saw the girl in the booth motioning for her to join her. The blue tam let her know that she was in the right place. She headed straight for Fiona. She had a warm smile on her face. She reached out with both hands and said, "I can only assume that you are Fiona Dearly!" Fiona returned the smile and stuck out her hand in a greeting that was grasp by both hands. "Yes! You must be Angela!" Angela slipped into the booth. A barmaid was soon there to take her order. She ordered the same thing Fiona was drinking. The started chatting and insuring each other that they looked just like what they pictured. They already knew about each other's families. Angela asked how work had been. Fiona laughed saying that she had not been able to think about anything but meeting her all day. They both chuckled knowing how nervous they had been at the prospect of meeting a woman that she had told their most secret desires too. They had even had indulged in some cyber sexual games where they played out some of their fantasies. They both knew that they better eat something before the ale began to dull their minds. They both wanted to enjoy each other's company to the fullest. They agreed to pay up and find a nice place to have dinner. They didn't want a large, greasy meal so they agreed that soup and salad with French bread would be ideal. They found a place that had delicious smelling French onion soup with beef stock and carrots in it. The soup was thick and creamy. They had a mixed salad with oil and vinegar. They spread real butter on the warm bread and shared a bottle of red wine with the meal. It was a pleasant meal and they found the company to be as natural as if they had known each other for years. They took their time and enjoyed each other's company. They argued over the bill but finally settled on letting Fiona pay this time with the understanding that Angela could pick up the bill when Fiona visited her. They headed for Fiona's apartment. When they were walking up the stairs Angela placed her hand on Fiona's butt and left it there. They stopped outside her apartment door to give each other a warm kiss. Angela even forced her tongue between Finoa's lips for a taste of her mouth. Inside they closed and locked the door. Angela was anxious to demonstrate her authority over Fiona. She demanded that she address her as Mistress Angela when they were in private from now on. Fiona, "Yes Mistress Angela. Is there anything I can do to please you Mistress?" Angela, "You can start by removing your clothes so that I can inspect your body." Fiona was a little slow in responding. That brought a sharp quick slap across her cheek. The sting set her in motion. She removed her business jacket and tossed it in the direction of the back of a comfortable chair. She pulled the blouse out of her skirt and unbuttoned it. It was not until she started removing the blouse that she felt the string of freshwater pearls. She had to pull the collar of her blouse out from under the pearls. She tossed the blouse at the chair. Angela admired the full firmness of her ample breasts in the fully packed bra. It was a fashionable white bra suitable for work. The shoulder straps were wide enough to support her double D breasts. When Fiona reached behind her back to unhook the bra they fell out of the cups. Fiona tossed the bra and lifted her heavy tits. She rubbed the red marks left behind from the straps and pinched playfully at her nipples. Angela stepped forward and hefted one of Fiona's breasts. She squeezed it like she was testing the ripeness of a tropical melon in a market. She continued to hold her grip on the tit as Fiona unhooked her skirt. When Fiona unzipped the skirt it fell to the floor and she stepped out of it. She was reluctant to bend over to pick it up with Angela still holding her breast. When Angela saw the full figured panties that were stretched tightly over her butt she removed her hand from the breast and slipped it down Fiona's back and into waistband of the panties so that she could feel the orb of Fiona's butt. When she felt that, Fiona bent over and picked up her skirt. While she was bent over the panties were drawn tight, almost trapping Angela's hand. Angela took the opportunity to slip her middle finger between the warm curves. Her finger found the puckered sphincter and toyed with it. Fiona froze when she felt the manicured finger invade her anus. Fiona had never been touched there before. She was not sure she liked that feeling or not. Until this night her sexual experience had been limited to clitoral and vaginal stimulation performed primarily by her practiced right hand. Angela took hold of the waistband of the knickers and ripped them right off Fiona's body in one quick jerk. Fiona hardly had time to grasp what had just happened. When she stood up Angela grabbed her by her mound. Her she was standing just inside her apartment with the woman she had just met and the woman had the middle finger of one hand up her arse and the middle finger of the other hand probing her cunt. She did feel a little foolish being guided to the couch like this. Rather than letting Fiona sit on the couch she made her sit on the glass tea table. Then she told Fiona to undress her. "Yes Mistress Angela!" Fiona felt the cold glass on her buttocks but did not move. She was tall enough that even setting her eyes were at breast eye level with the older woman. She helped her off with the coat. Angela had on a lovely lavender blouse. One that the collar's long tails she could use a scarf or a tie. At the moment they were tied in a knot with the tails hanging in front of her pillow like breasts. She carefully removed the blouse and placed it on the couch next to the jacket. The skirt was next. Angela was standing in front of her in a satin lavender slip. She had to stand to pull it over Angela's head. She sat back down after she discarded the slip. Angela had on a bra that that was stuffed with her large breasts. The cups were warm when Fiona placed her hands on them. She pushed the cups up and over the mounds of flesh and they spilled out and over her belly. Angela unhooked her own bra and tossed it away. She had on pantyhose over her underpants. She also had on practical square heeled lace up shoes. Fiona had to bend over to unlace the shoes and take them off. The hose had to be rolled down and Angela had to step out of them one leg at a time. This action brought Fiona's face close to the woman's crotch and she was able to detect the faint aroma of sex in the air. Fiona reached out ran her hand over the warm satin knickers and marveled at her own boldness. "Stop mucking around and take them off, slave!" Fiona placed both hands on her hips and ran her finger under the waistband and pulled them down slowly. She wanted to savor the sight of the woman's pubis as it was exposed to her eyes. The skin was smooth and a little chubby. Her pubic hair was a little sparse but it was still blonde in colour. Fiona's face was close to her cunt as she bent over to pull the knickers down. She smelled her odor and her mouth watered knowing she was soon going to taste the pussy of her first woman. Angela stepped out of her panties. When Fiona tossed them onto the couch Angela thrust her pelvis into Fiona's face. Fiona placed her hands on Angela's butt and pulled her even closer so that she could savor the flavor of her first pussy. She found it so exciting that she could feel her own pussy tingle just like when she and her girlfriend had rubbed cunts together. Angela was getting excited too. Her desire to dominate this young woman was as great as her need to have sex with her. She pushed Fiona backwards until she was laying on her back on the thick glass. She walked around the table and squatted with her head facing her body so that she could abuse the girl's nipples to make her do what she demanded. Fiona did not need inducement to suck this mature pussy. But Angela demanded that she use her tongue to lap her clitoris and probe her cunt. When she did not show the proper skill she twisted she gripped the girl's nipples and twisted them roughly. The resulting pain induced and encouraged Fiona to increase her speed and pressure. When Fiona was working at her best at pleasing her mistress, Angela thrust her hips forward. The act moved her butt forward enough so that her asshole was first resting over Fiona's nose. Then she squatted down enough to drive Fiona's nose up her ass. Her flesh being pressed down so much was smothering Fiona. Angela did not lift up until she could see that Fiona was struggling to breathe. When Fiona settled down Angela moved forward enough that she was squatting over Fiona's mouth where she sat on her mouth and told her to stick her tongue up her ass. Fiona complied with the demand and tongue fucked Angela's ass. She found it so exciting to feel the wet flesh that was smothering her. Angela was so stimulated that she was about to climax. She fell forward giving Fiona a chance to breathe. As she started to climax she covered Fiona's pussy with her mouth and screamed into her cunt. She licked Fiona's cunt and then bit on the clit until she squealed in a climax. It happened so quickly that she let go with a stream of piss that arced up splashed on the glass tabletop. Angela quickly covered Fiona's cunt with her mouth to catch what was left. Angela slid up Fiona's body. She placed her mouth over Fiona's and when Fiona opened to accept the kiss her mouth was filled with her own warm pee. She found that she could swallow it. Fiona spent the rest of the evening waiting on Angela hand and foot. Whenever Angels felt like it she would demand that Fiona kneel in front of her and suck her pussy. She took a great delight in rubbing her arsehole all over Fiona's face and making Fiona lick and tongue fuck that nasty hole. She made Fiona give her a bath and dry her body. When Fiona asked permission to use the toilet Angela refused. Fiona was in a lot of distress and dancing from one foot to the other before Angela allowed her to sit in the toilet. The result was a load and sudden splash that filled the bathroom with the stench of her bowel movement. When she was finished Angela would not let her wipe her bum. When she stood up she felt the cold runny fecal material run down the backs of her legs. Angela was only allowed to bath after she was leaving dirty footprints on the tile bathroom floor. She left the room for Fiona to clean up. She didn't want to smell the shit. Fiona cleaned herself and the room before she followed her mistress. When she returned to the living room Angela was relining on the couch smoking a cigarette. She motioned for Fiona to come to her and she kissed her on the mouth while she slipped a finger into Fiona's cunt. She skillfully fingered her slave until she made her cum while standing by the couch. Angela dressed and gave Fiona one last kiss and slipped her business card in her hand. She told her to give her a call if she wanted to come to her home for another date. Fiona stood in the door totally naked regretting that Angela was leaving. I hope you enjoyed the story and have a story you would like told please send your mail to janmay699@icqmail.com