Little Darlings part two

by drinkitbitch from an idea by Marie LeClare

Jan had been living two lives. During the daytime she was a good worker at the mall security office, wearing only conservative clothes that hid the curves beneath, and driving an older Taurus car. With her hair pulled back in a bun and wearing no makeup her modest appearance wouldn’t suggest that underneath that facade was a completely different person.

The different person would appear after the sun went down and Jan became a rich debutante lesbian, driving her sporty BMW convertible, and dancing until dawn with many young attractive lesbian women at the local lesbian nightclub.

The only problem was that Jan was neither rich nor a debutante and couldn’t carry on her lifestyle without more money, and Jan had contrived a way to get a regular supply. She used the talents of another lesbian friend of hers, a molecular scientist from Berkeley, to devise various drugs they used in their enterprise.

The first thing she needed was a way to subdue the young girls she entrapped via her authority as a security officer. That one was easy, because her accomplice, Prof. Lillian Gash, had been working on an Exstacy/opiod drug for quite a while in order to seduce young girls and have her way with them, something for which she had a profound fetish.
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Little Darlings part one

by drinkitbitch from an idea by Marie LeClare

Berkeley, California, home of the University of California – the home of 14 year old Mari and 16 year old Marie.

As they rode their bikes to the mall, Mari said to Marie “I didn’t wear any panties”, with a big assed smile. “No way”, Marie said, a little shocked.

“Way”, Mari replied. “I’m going to flash the guys.”

As they giggled their way to the mall, Jan, the 50ish something security guard was making her rounds. Jan liked it there because she liked seeing the young girls who she adored. Fantasizing what she would do to them in the office, and there wasn’t much work to do at the mall. Being in such a safe and secure neighborhood.

After Marie, who was 1 year older, had returned from the restroom, she announced, “I took my panties off too and stuffed them in my bag”.

As Mari sat there, at the table with her legs parted, she started to talk sex with Marie, who was starting to get hot. “Feel my pussy”, Marie said, “it’s wet”. As Mari reached over to touch Marie’s pussy, she said, “feel me too”.
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Head Nurse

by Marie LeClare

As some of y’all know I’ve been experiencing health problems for the past few years and have had to spend some time in the hospital.

So it should come as no shock that I was back in the hospital again, but fortunately I had a couple of nurses as friends, sistas if you will, because we’re lesbians.

Although my bud Gina wasn’t working my floor I got to see her every day and asked how I could send an e-mail to my girlfriend so she wouldn’t worry, and Gina said she would do what she could.

It had to be 3 in the morning when Gina ducked into my room to see if I was sleeping, which I wasn’t, and she told me I could use the nurses lounge while her and a friend had some fun.

I couldn’t think who Gina had the hots for because the only nurse on duty was the head nurse Ruth, who I thought was a real bitch. She was about 50, with short gray hair, an athletic figure, and never seemed to smile. Boy was I wrong.
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Leather Love

by Marie LeClare

Getting out of the shower I could hear the roar of her Harley Hog pulling up outside. Poosi was home and when she rode that hog she got mean, I mean, real mean. I loved riding the bitch seat holding on to her and the smell of the leather almost drove me crazy. It’s a good thing I had shaved and douched with her favorite flavor, strawberry. She had been out all night, and had probably been at the motorcycle club she hung out at and picked up some other bitch. I could tell if I smell pussy on her, what she had been doing.

The door burst opened and Poosi stood there with her leather chaps and the rest of her gear on, and I couldn’t stay mad, at least not while my pussy was leaking. She always made me ! hot. She had that look on her face that said, don’t even ask cunt.

Melting I asked, “Where have you been?”

Poosi didn’t even look up as she threw her jacket on the chair. “I waited up for you all night long and was worried about you. You’ve been with another bitch haven’t you?”
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Lady Cop and the Porno Queen

by Marie LeClare

I don’t know why they called me the porno queen, but that’s how the publicity read from the studio with my new video “Where the Girls Are,” and I had to visit some of the adult stores in England to sign autographs.

This was not like the opening of a major movie studio’s movie with all the news media. It was just I visiting the stores to meet customers and sign autographs.

So as I climbed aboard the big silver tube to fly to England I hoped I might meet somebody for some fun like I had on a previous trips, but no such luck, and I was bored stiff.

Having confused the hours I arrived at the adult store early just as the clerk was tidying up for the start of her day, and knocked on the door.

When she opened the door she was so excited that she almost couldn’t speak, saying “Oh my it’s you, I mean you’re early, we’re not open yet, please come in, I don’t have the tea on yet.”
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Lady Mail Carrier

by Marie LeClare

When Heather Weatherby started teaching some 25 years ago, she wanted to get married and raise a couple of kids of her own, but after the years passed and she realized she didn’t want a man, but a woman, those hopes dimmed. Was it really 25 years, she thought to herself as she sat on her front porch after cleaning her house for the umpteenth time since retiring.

She had enjoyed her few experiences with other women at college but as the years passed she began to realize that perhaps she would never meet her life’s partner.

Just then the lady who delivers the mail, whom Heather had never seen before because she was at school, walked up her front walk and said, “Just looks like bills this time I’m afraid Mrs. Weatherby,” with a smile.

“It’s Miss Weatherby, and I’ve never been that lucky or unlucky to get married, but you can call me Heather”, she said with a slight chuckle, as she invited her eyes to take the scenic route of her mail carrier.

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Kitten With a Whip

by Marie LeClare

SPANK! SPANK!

The words appeared on the instant message that I sent her, and I could tell from the response that she wanted more. So we had agreed to meet when I was expected to be in her hometown, and I told her not to be late, and to present herself to me naked.

I waited patiently for her arrival at the Four Seasons Hotel, but she was late. I remembered what we had chatted about on the Internet, and looked at the adult toys I had brought with me on the trip.

The knock on the door was so faint I almost missed it but as I opened the door I was greeted by the prettiest brunette, with the deepest dimples.

I had dressed appropriately in a leather mini skirt, with thigh high boots.

I looked at her and said “If you do not present yourself to me naked I will not acknowledge you,” and with that I closed the door, to the sounds of her protests that it was so public.
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