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Diane and Rose
by Roscoe (address withheld)
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Diane's cleaning girl takes charge. (Fdom/F, FF, 1st-
lesbian-expr)
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It had been 2 months since Diane Carter had hired the
new cleaning company, but she hadn't yet felt
comfortable around the 24 year old girl they had been
sending. Diane considered herself a refined upper-
middle class woman. She was in good shape for a 37 year
old 5'4" woman. She'd been told that she resembled
Scarlett Johanssen.
The cleaning girl seemed to be the exact opposite.
Diane thought that Rose was pretty in a rough, biker
sort of way. She had a tattoo on each arm, her long
dark hair seemed a little dirty, and she always wore a
tight t-shirt and jeans that rode low on her hips. When
Diane first met Rose and saw the ring that pierced her
lower lip and the tongue stud, she felt a little
intimidated. But she did a good job cleaning the house
each week, so Diane wasn't complaining.
On this morning Diane had let Rose in and had told her
she was going to take a shower before going shopping.
After her shower, Diane had wrapped a towel around her
and was drying her hair when the door opened slowly and
Rose peeked in. Startled, Diane jumped and said, "Rose,
you scared the hell out of me. Have you ever heard of
knocking?"
"Sorry, Mrs. Carter, I did knock but I guess you didn't
hear me over the hair dryer."
"Next time try to have a little class and wait before
you come into my bathroom," said Diane, regretting her
statement almost immediately.
"Hey listen, lady. I said I did knock, and I do have
class. Maybe I don't have as much money as your little
blonde ass, but I've got plenty of class," said Rose as
her anger started to build.
Sensing this, Diane began to backpedal. "Ok, fine. I
didn't mean anything by it. What did you want, anyway?"
"I was just going to ask where the vacuum was. And
maybe you didn't mean anything by it, but you said it.
The truth comes out. Now I know how you feel." "You're
really just an uppity bitch, aren't you?"
Diane now felt a little nervous, a little threatened by
the younger, taller, obviously stronger girl. And here
she is standing with just a towel around her while Rose
was a few feet away in her usual tight t-shirt, jeans
and work boots. Diane said, "Look Rose, I'm sorry.
Please just go and let me finish."
But the pressure of having to clean all these "rich"
people's homes for next to no money had now built up in
Rose. She stepped closer to Diane, who backed up until
she was against the bathroom wall. Rose looked down at
the woman, who suddenly seemed very small.
Rose put her hands on the wall alongside Diane, leaned
close to her face and said, "You're the kind of woman
that needs to be taken down a peg or two, and I think
I'm the person that's gonna do it. Whaddya say, Mrs.
Carter? You want I should teach you a few things about
being nice to me?"
"Please just go and we'll act as if this never
happened."
Rose ran her fingers through Diane's damp hair, leaned
forward and took a deep breath of it's clean smell.
Diane tried to push her away, but Rose quickly grabbed
her wrists and pulled her arms down. Rose said, "You
smell good, Mrs. Carter. Nice and clean. I'll bet your
husband enjoys being with you, feeling that soft skin
of yours underneath him. And I'll bet there's a sexy
bitch under that uppity attitude of yours. Isn't that
right, Mrs. Carter?"
Diane couldn't believe what was happening. She now
struggled to break free, but Rose was unbelievably
strong. Rose leaned further into Diane. Diane turned
away as Rose's lips grazed over her cheek, then down
her neck. Diane turned her head back and forth, but
couldn't escape the soft kisses.
"Please stop. Don't do this."
Rose's body now pressed into Diane's as the kisses
became stronger. Rose sensed the struggles of the woman
subside. She continued her kissing, eventually reaching
Diane's soft lips. With Diane still whispering to stop,
Rose began to kiss those lips, running her studded
tongue over the older woman's mouth, gently at first
and then with more passion.
Now Rose felt Diane's body relax. As she continued to
kiss the woman, she released her arms and undid the
knot holding the towel, which now dropped to the floor.
Her fingers rolled Diane's nipples and she pulled back
to see Diane's eyes now closed. Rose said "You want me,
don't you Mrs. Carter?"
"Yes."
"Then take my clothes off" said Rose to the now
trembling woman.
Diane undid Rose's belt and pulled the younger woman's
jeans down her legs. She knelt to untie and remove each
work boot. With Diane's help Rose stepped out of her
jeans. Diane started to stand but Rose gently pushed
her back down and said "Pull my panties down."
Diane did as she was told and Rose stepped out of her
panties.
Rose then said, "Kiss me there."
Diane again did as she was told, leaning forward into
the thick black hairs. She kissed, then licked, then
sucked.
Rose's first orgasm came quick that day. Afterward, she
took the blonde woman by the hand and led her to her
own bed. Diane, who had never been with a woman,
couldn't believe the intensity of the feeling. She let
Rose have her way and experienced the strongest orgasm
of her life upon feeling Rose's studded tongue between
her legs. For 3 hours Rose taught Diane many pleasures
and Diane was the willing student.
Now when Rose comes to clean, Diane meets her at the
door. Clean and wet and wrapped in her towel.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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