Various Smut Stories...

[Tawse]

The following are various stories I've written throughout my journey down a very winding road... It is not PC. It is not Vanilla. In some cases, it is not safe and sometimes not even practically doable... You may or may not think it's well written, but I hope you do find it hot.


Did I mention it's not PC or Vanilla? Seriously - it's not. Turn away now all who would be scarred by BDSM.. Heavy BDSM. Butch on Butch... Butch on Femme... Femme on Butch...



Ok - don't say I didn't warn you...


First offering:

Respect

I was tired of watching the channels flick by. I had been unsuccessfully surfing for something to watch, for probably half an hour. I looked around the apartment, and a general sense of nauseous came over me. I needed to get out of there, cabin fever was hitting hard.

It was almost midnight, which meant the bar should be packed. I made up my mind to head to the bar and shoot some pool. I changed into appropriate dyke wear, jeans and a T-shirt, and headed on my way.

When I pulled into the parking lot of the bar, I noticed a police cruiser. I didn’t pay it much attention because it was typical for lesbian bars to have security on a Friday night, to protect the clients from both themselves and potential bashers. I gave my keys to the valet and went inside.

I was right; the place was packed with women, and the occasional male. The music was blasting; the bass hitting your chest as if it was demanding you come and dance. Couples melded into one on the dance floor; their individual sweat mixing together making the skin on their bodies glisten in the light. It was intoxicating to say the least.

I got a drink from the bar and watched the hypnotic movements of the dancers for awhile before finally heading into the back. You can tell instantly when you are in the pool section of a club. Smoke hangs in the air so thick you would swear the bar had a fog machine, the music is typically more rock orientated, and the women look like they could make a bear plea for mercy. I fit right in.

I noticed the cop was back here, which was typical. The pool women tended to get drunk and fight. I looked at the cop, and she looked back at me, letting me know she was not going to be intimidated. I shook my head and went to the back bar and got another drink. All the tables were being used, and I wasn’t in the mood to fight for one, so I just sat at the bar, drank, and watched the games being played. It wasn’t long before the alcohol had gone through me and nature was calling.

I went to the bathroom in the back of the club. For the most part only the regular pool shooters even knew the bathroom existed, if you want to call it a bathroom. It looked like a closet someone had installed a toilet and small sink into. The door didn’t even lock, but there wasn’t much traffic in the nook it was nestled in, so privacy wasn’t really an issue.

I was zipping up, when the door pushed in slightly. “Someone’s in here” I said. Then the door pushed open all the way, before I knew it, my face was being pressed into the wall by a very strong forearm.

“What the hell are you doing?” I asked, trying not to let the fear sound in my voice.

“Don’t make another noise” The woman said. I could smell spearmint on her breath. “I saw you staring at me out there. You got something against cops?”

“No ma’am” I stammered, but I felt familiar warmth growing in my loin area. God, what a time to get turned on.

She pressed me harder into the wall and positioned a leg between my legs pushing her thigh into my crotch. “Didn’t I tell you not to make another noise? I think you don’t have any respect for cops” She hissed, putting emphases on the last sentence by grinding her knee into my now moist crotch. She shifted her position momentarily, and then I heard a familiar clicking noise. I found that I no longer had any spit in my mouth, my heart was racing, and my damn crotch was soaked.

“I’m going to let you go now, when I do, you will put your hands behind your back. You will not face me, and you will not say a word. Do you understand what I’m saying to you?” She whispered into my ear.

I nodded in agreement. She let me go and blood rushed back into the right side of my face, I saw spots, but I did just as she demanded. I felt the cold steel of the handcuffs wrap around both of my wrists, and lock into place.

Then her hands were reaching around me, undoing my jeans, and pushing them down to my ankles. It was at this time I really regretted having not worn underwear.

“You’re nothing but a slut are you? I bet all you dykes are like this.” She growled upon seeing my nudity.

A leather clad hand reached under my shirt, and twisted my nipples. A whimper escaped my mouth. Then the hand was gone. I heard some rustling behind me. I wished I could see what she was doing, but I wasn’t about to move, I was in no position to challenge her. She pulled my shirt up from behind me, and I felt the sharp edge of a blade as she cut my bra in several places, and then pulled the pieces off my body.

“How big and butch are you now. You aren’t anything but a common bitch. I oughta fuck you right here, make you my bitch. You would like that wouldn’t you?” She asked and ran a gloved hand over my now saturated pussy. She then brought that glove up to my mouth and forced a finger inside of my mouth.

“Suck on it, those are your juices, taste how much you want me to fuck you.” She hissed and as if to motivate me, she leveled the blade against a nipple. I sucked on my own juices, tasted the way my juice mixed with the taste of the leather on her hand. It did nothing but make my knees weak with the need to have her fuck me.

She pulled her finger out of my mouth, and pushed me, so I was bending over the toilet, I stared at the water rippling inside of it. I heard her as she undid her belt and pants, wondering what in the hell she was going to do now.

She pushed three fingers inside of me, and I almost fell down with the sensation. She pushed them in as far as they would go, and then pulled them out, only to do it again. Then she wrapped her other arm around me, and much to my horror, she had the knife in that hand. She pressed it against my nipples, making them grow tight with the coldness of the blade. She then withdrew her fingers.

I felt something press against my pussy, something a lot bigger then her hands. I held down the urge to scream as she forced it inside me, that damn cop was packing more then heat on that night. Once the head of it was in, she was ruthless. Slamming it deep inside of me. My knees went weak, and the only thing holding me up was the toilet. Pain exploded from my nipple, the knife had cut it when I slipped.

I pulled myself up enough to be off of the blade. She pulled out and slammed into me again, the fullness I was experiencing was intense. She didn’t have any care for me, she just kept thrusting into me, seeming to go in deeper and deeper with each thrust. I felt the familiar beginnings of an orgasm building within. I didn’t want her to make me cum. I didn’t want to give her that power. I was fighting it down. Trying not to give in to the sensation.

She must have sensed me fighting the urge, she dropped her hand with the knife down to my pussy. She positioned the blade against my clit, and pressed on it slightly while thrusting into me even deeper.

My world went black. I could no longer see the bathroom we were in. I couldn’t hear the music coming from the poolroom. I could just feel her deep inside of me, and the blade pushing against my clit. My body exploded. My mind shut down. My juices flowed freely down my legs as all the muscles in my body contracted at once. And then I passed out.

When I awoke, the cop wasn’t there anymore. My pants were on and my shirt pulled down. My pussy was sore, and my breast very tender. I gathered up my strength, and left the bar, just wanting to be at home, in my bed. Not wanting anyone to know what had just happened.

I was asleep when my lover got home that evening. She climbed into bed, and snuggled up behind me.
“How was work?” I asked.
“It was good.” she answered. “I got to put some bad guys in jail.” This was her standard answer.
I rolled over and gave her a kiss goodnight. I could still smell spearmint on her breath.