But I Am A Lesbian! (Filthy Education Series) Read online

  BUT I AM A LESBIAN!

  Filthy Education Series

  Sophie Sin

  Smashwords Edition

  Copyright 2015 Lunatic Ink Publishing

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  Table of Contents:

  Introduction

  But I Am A Lesbian

  Bonus: A Night Of Expectation

  Find More Books

  Sophie's Book Note

  This is a standalone short story and is a part of the More Than One Man Series of books. It contains a happy ending.

  Book Store Note: All characters are depicted as over 23 years of age and specifically mentioned as over 20. Note that this is a military academy and indicates all characters whose age is not specifically mentioned are of age for military service (over 20 in the most countries).

  Introduction

  Well, three books in at this point and finally that hot lesbian that so viciously tamed the cock starved, as Sophie often mentions in the first book, Ms. Green returns to get her fill of... ah, oddly enough, cock. A rather nasty romp with the gardener. You'll love it. No one is truly 100% lesbian after all.

  Also, as we like adding value where we can, this book contains A Night Of Expectation, a sexy story of finding what is important in life on a day that seems as if it will go on forever. Romance erotica with kink.

  Thank you for reading Sophie Sin's work.

  Much appreciation,

  Kenneth Guthrie

  Editor & Publisher

  Lunatic Ink Publishing

  BUT I AM A LESBIAN!

  His greasy eyes make me feel much like a bird trapped in cage.

  Unfortunately for him, I am a hawk not some worthless sparrow.

  The man, his name is Harry, I don't care to know his last name, is the gardener at the military academy where I, most importantly, am a person of great importance, Andrea Hen, Head of the School Council, perfect student with grades the envy of all, and perfect – perfectly beautiful, perfect in mind and body and perfect (plain old perfection nothing less than such). He, on the other hand, is male. To me, male means scum and this particular example of scum is worse than most.

  “Morning.”

  Even his voice is lewd and deformed. The man's limp does not disgust me so much as a man looking at my perfection and daring to think that he might be able to reach such a level as to touch me with those filthy old bent hands.

  I say nothing.

  I walk on.

  People like me do not talk to our lessers.

  Walking the halls, on my way to important affairs, I stop to speak to the deliciously young and inexperienced, Ms. Green. A few nights ago I taught her quite firmly that female attention can bring great pleasure – more so than some wimpy male, such as the one that she was fucking prior to my finding her on her return. The woman is short and small of breasts and has an ass that makes me wish to stick my finger deep into it to hear her moan in pleasure at my advances.

  “You will come to me soon,” I say. “Then we will do more of what was done before and you will say nothing of it.”

  Her words in return are not important. The blush of her cheeks tells a tale of obedience to come. I look upon her for some time before deciding that my operative, a big breasted nerdy well-trained fellow council member named Emma with skills that have given me great pleasure on many occasions, can do the base domination that will be required to bring Ms. Green to a level where a proper domination will be possible.

  I stop in at her room on the way to my important affair.

  “You have company?”

  One flawless long leg crosses another as I sit upon a stool at the side of the bunk where Emma has her work cut out for her licking the sweet little shaven pussy of her roommate, a woman who also has long legs and currently has a look of absolute ecstasy on her face.

  “Ma...mu-ma-me?”

  “What do I want?” I translate from the slurping going on in front of me. “You know Ms. Green?”

  Nodding, slurping, licking. My pussy is getting wet, but I don't show it. If I wasn't busy then I would perhaps join them. I have yet to taste the roommate's pussy, only through lack of time and more than my share of pussies to be tasted on a weekly basis, but I'm definitely starting to warm to the concept of putting my tongue deep in her cunt.

  I shift. Actually, I wonder about her ass. Would it be earthy or dully fleshy flavored?

  Shifting, I decide that my affairs are more important than an affair.

  “We had a little encounter that I would like for you to expand upon at the soonest opportunity. She will need some strict training, but I believe if we can separate her from her love of cock, the young woman could be quite useful.”

  “Ma—mmuuuu?”

  “Yes, attractive. Toned ass, small tits, brunette-blond, about as tall as you. Her pussy tastes of man.”

  “Mmmmm?”

  “Well, that's your job, isn't it? Perhaps you could start with your fingers and then what else might turn her from her obsession with cock to an obsession with cunt.”

  I stand.

  “You'll do it? I don't want to have to discipline you.”

  Emma's eyes roll upwards. She really doesn't care about my 'punishments'. I like that about her. Her resistance is futile but desired.

  “Good.”

  Reaching down, I pop three fingers in the roommate's cunt, push on the spot just inwards that will no doubt cause a flow of warmth to spread upwards form her clit to stomach, enjoying her moans and groans in the process and how her stomach pushes upwards as her spine arches in that direction, and then suck every speck of juice from my fingers.

  “A beginning,” I advise her to Emma's amusement.

  I leave. There is nothing left to be done here.

  The male has surprised me.

  “Andrea, you think that you can hide from me forever.”

  It sounds like a question, but it's not.

  “Fuck you, cripple.”

  He chuckles and yanks my head back by my long jet black hair. His tongue running full and filthy up the front of my neck makes me shiver in disgust.

  “Ahhh? You don't remember that I still have it?”

  I say nothing.

  “You'll do what I told you to do, you posh slut.”

  Harry's scar, a long nasty cut that runs up the left side of his face over the eye, creases as his lips curl up in an ugly smile.

  “I will see you in the tool shed at 8pm. If I don't then they'll all get to see it.”

  I growl in distaste and spit on the concrete at the edge of the school building where I am. That bastard has me on film doing things with a young woman that weren't entirely consensual at the beginning. It means nothing that the multiple times she screamed YES, YES, YES more than invalidate any claim he might have. However, the first 2 minutes is all that he needs to make life difficult for me (The accusation wouldn't stand, but the exposing of my little game would be quite unpleasant in that it might ruin my perfect record of good behavior.) I didn't work the last 3 years since I joined this military academy at 20 to have some moronic male ruin my reputation. I'd rather do what he wants me too and hate myself for it later.

  “Fucking male.”

  The disgust in my voice is strong.

  The tool shed is on the westmost side of the compound next to the training gym where I have spent more than my fair share sitting on the exercise bikes and climbing the ropes under the instruction of our gym instructors. Today it looks cold and lonely under the gray cast sky
above that seems so perfectly to match my mood.

  This filthy man... This would be the tenth time that we have gone through this whole black mailee and blackmailer situation and it is becoming tiresome.

  I momentarily consider cutting off the offending item, but decide that Harry, for all the nuisance that he is, has some uses (One being his ability to turn a blind eye on certain occasions.)

  Coming to the door, I smooth down my uniform, which consists of a green jacket with the academy's insignia stitched on it above my name, a shortish pleat skirt of green and gray colors which match the dull tone of the jacket and the usual medium green knee high socks and army polish leather shoes. It looks like a school uniform but it's not. This is what the army felt was appropriate from their number one preparatory school for women of over 20 years and who am I to complain when, in exchange, I get a free trip to any university that pleases me tuition free (not that I care being of good breeding and of money) with, most importantly, guaranteed acceptance.

  I remind myself of this as I step inside and find, to my rage, that the idiot male has not turned up. If he makes me wait long... Well, something will be taking a trip down the toilet and he WILL be missing it.

  “Did you wait?”

  So you were watching. It does not surprise me that he is careful. This idiot male probably thinks that I will one day report him and use his appearance at the shed as a way to send him packing. If he knew how much my reputation mattered to me then he would have no fears.

  “No, now, what is it that you want from me this time?”

  Harry limps in, sets down his tool bag on the single clear bench that occupies the middle of the rather tidy work area and smiles.

  “Today, I want to do something rather crude. You do like crude from what I have seen.”

  “If you have been watching me again...”

  “I'm always watching,” he says, meeting my eyes, “and I think that you secretly enjoy it.”

  “Shut your mouth.”

  “Make me.”

  My fists clench, but he has the power in this situation and I don't care to beat him senseless just yet.

  “This is a very, very big dildo.”

  He brings out the large black item and shows me it. I admire the size. Ms. Green might enjoy having something this big stuffed in her cunt. Perhaps next time I will...

  “Stop fantasizing about fucking other girls and come here.”

  The filthy male pats the bench and I do as I always do and obey.

  Sitting on the bench, he has me open my legs, lie down and be still. The soft fabric of my white panties being pulled down to my thighs tickles my skin. I feel a wetness and look up to see him carefully pouring lubricant around my pussy and thighs.

  Closing my eyes, I imagine him as a woman and do well in doing so. Soon, I'm wet as I always am when this man touches me – for all my lesbian desires, I am not fool enough to think that a man cannot arouse me with his body, even this one.

  I quietly wait as his fingers work around my pussy lips and he places the dildo's huge rounded surface to the mouth of my pussy. Despite myself, when Emma... I mean Harry... pushes that thing inside just a little, I cry out with enough force to shake the bench. My finger nails rip at the wood, leaving long scratch marks.

  “Good---” he groans.

  I open an eye to see him jerking that thing of his. As usual it is huge – bigger than the dildo, which is of the large black cock size.

  “Be quiet,” I beg.

  As much as I don't like to admit this, Harry understands our 'relationship' better than I give him credit for. He gives me the chance to think of this as a woman doing her work on me and the filthy fucker gets to stab his cock into my perfect little pussy – the tightness of which has been sufficient to make him cum 9 times out of 10 in the under 2 minute 'light weight' range of things. This toy might actually be his attempt at pleasing me a little more. I wonder, for about as long as it takes for half a length of fine quality rubber to stab into my cunt, if he is actually trying to ensure my pleasure. It would be out of character for him and for me.

  I wait as more and more is inserted. The stench of his cock is disgusting. I lick my lips and imagine a wet and leaking cunt over my wide open throat. Instead, he bends my head back over the bench, reaching over the table to force the dildo in and out in long deep strokes that send blazes of pleasurable hell fire through my lower thighs, as he puts his junk in my mouth.

  “Your balls need a clean.”

  They are shaven, tidy and perfect, but no one is more perfect than me and no one desires perfection more than I. It is the principal of the thing.

  My blackmailer groans and slows his hand. I open one eye, glare at him, look downward suggestively, and he man's up for a good few minutes to really shove that pussy smasher of a black cock down the throat of my cunt near enough to touch on all the points that a woman would want to be touched – even by a foul dicked bastard like this.

  Soon the cock is removed, both of them, and I am told to stand. He wraps my short uniform skirt up at the waist band and runs his calloused fingers over my ass.

  “Just get on with it,” I urge with only a small amount of desire slipping into my voice.

  “Bitch...”

  I am impaled from the rear and don't mind mentioning that it feels rather good.

  “Your cock is tiny,” I say as I think, If he pushes that in any further my pussy is going to break. Obviously, my thoughts and words are not in alignment.

  Smack.

  SMACK.

  SMACK!

  The attack of his palm and five fingers on the perfect round of my butt is refreshing. I am rarely dominated – mostly because anyone that would dare would get it 1000% in return. This feels absolutely lovely, like going to the spa with mother around Christmas and getting those lovely Euro girls that work there to lick my cunt as I am massaged by the less pretty mistress of the place.

  “Ahhhh---” I bite my lip. I must not remember these things. They are making me weak. Heating me up. Making this cock feel too good and loosening both sets of lips significantly.

  “YOU FUCK!” I cry.

  Harry stuffs four fingers in my mouth and I suck on them to stop the screams. He is sweating. The man's bad leg is not strong. Soon he will reach his limit.

  “I...”

  My hand comes up.

  “Do not speak, dirty male.”

  I turn, push his huge cock up into my pussy from the front, stretching the lips until they are red and flush, and throw my perfect slim arms around his neck.

  “If you even breathe on me, Garden Whore, I will make you pay 10-fold.”

  Harry turns his head with a smile. We both know how this goes. I will never ever admit that I could take the video from him if I wanted to with assistance from my favorite computer genius Misa Tomotaka, a naughty Jap with a fetish for being fingered while eating cream puffs. And he could let me off, having had his fill and then some of my perfect pussy, and have some of the other women that I know he has similar evidence on but does not attempt to blackmail for whatever reason. Our motivations, my love for the quality and thick and stiff edge of his horse cock, and his desire to stick it in what is probably the best pussy he (and most other men in existence) could ever hope to find, are less relevant that that we keep up the charade of our arrangement. The only cock that I allow entrance to my pussy is his. I would die from embarrassment just saying those words to him.

  “Fucking bitch,” he whines.

  I hammer him harder and experience what I have been waiting for. A hard, long orgasm that fulfills me almost as much as if it came from a woman's wet tongue. Then he, too, cums, squirting his juices inside.

  After some panting, in our moments of recovery, he points to my soaked pussy and says, “You let me cum inside.”

  The look of glee in his eyes makes me physically ill.

  “It was an error in timing. Nothing more.”

  We stare at each other.

  “You will give me that v
ideo one day,” I growl with one fist clenched at my side.

  “Sure, baby. Think what you want.”

  Pulling up my panties and pulling down my skirt to prune and primp to a more lengthy hang, I stride purposefully to the door of this sex stinking shed.

  “Never say good morning to me in public again. Our situation must remain hidden. You will obey.”

  “Okay. I'm sorr---” He closes his mouth.

  “You will also be quiet.”

  I leave after my command is given. This filthy man. I hate him so much and, worse, I hate that I love the cock he is attached to enough to come back for more, like some little love struck fool – if one can fall in love with an appendage.

  Stomping off to the dorm to find a shower, I make my decision to visit Ms. Green tonight for some training. That little whore was taking cock when I caught her. We shall see if she can take a fat black rubber cock as I did today. That should cure me... I mean her... of my cock frenzy. Damn it! HER – her – cock frenzy.

  That's how the story goes, anyway.

  A Night Of Expectation

  Simple Fantasies Series 7 Book 2

  Forever to return to the same day, one man struggles to find an out but finds something more profound in the arms of a woman instead.

  THE END

  Blue, crystal clear water is the picture postcard backdrop to my expectation.

  In front of me the sun is slowly sliding down below the horizon. It murmurs of sweet tidings to the land that it kisses in the last moments of its hazy orange, red and yellow sleepiness. My world passes from day to night in one glorious flash of white light. It flashes over me like a tidal wave, pushing me backwards, the mushroom cloud of a nuclear explosion right all that remains in what was once a man's vision. This is the end of the world and it was beautiful.