If not for the wig, she would have never wound up in a bar’s back room with three bull dykes.
“Oh wow,” I thought to myself as I adjusted the wig on my head. When I went into the wig salon, I had only been looking for a small hairpiece, but then I spotted this long, blonde, curly wig sitting on a Styrofoam head. I had to try it on! The hair hung down to my waist in rich, luscious, golden curls. My own hair is black, medium length, and very fine, so as I looked in the mirror, I felt like I’d become a totally new person!
“Oh my,” the saleslady said to me. “You look very lovely. It suits your complexion perfectly and sets off your beautiful blue eyes!”
“Okay, okay,” I said, grinning back at her reflection in the mirror as she stood behind me with a big smile knowing she’d made a sale. “I’ll take it! I feel so…so…decadent!” I giggled a little crazily. Even after learning the wig would cost me $200, I still giggled.
I left the shop with the wig on. I never wanted to take it off! As I drove away, I kept looking in the rearview mirror at myself. Wow! What a difference this made! I really was a new woman!
Several blocks from the salon, I spotted a bar. Though it was only 2:30 in the afternoon, I decided, “What the hell, I can have a drink. It’s the new me, and she can do anything she wants. She can have a drink at 2:30 on a Saturday afternoon if she wants.” I giggled again, a wild giggle I’d never heard come out of my mouth before. Locking my car, I strolled into the dimly lit bar.
I immediately got looks from the three guys sitting at the bar. Glancing at them, I caught their nods of appreciation of the tall, lithe woman with the incredible hair. I’m sure my 38-inch tits in a low-buttoned shirt caught their attention as well.
My pussy tingled as I sat down a few feet away.
The bartender, a woman and a bull dyke from the looks of her, winked at me and asked what I wanted. Ordering a whiskey sour, I looked around the bar, realizing I didn’t even know the name of the place. The plastic sign outside the door was partially broken out.
I sat there sipping my drink feeling incredibly sexy and…well, reckless. I even winked back at the bartender!
After serving a couple of other patrons, she approached me and leaned on her elbows about a foot away from my face. “Care to go in the back room for a little action?”
“Excuse me?” I asked almost choking on my drink.
“You heard me. You look like you want it, and I can certainly give it to ya, Blondie. Why else are you here in the afternoon?” She winked at me again. Her short black hair was spiked in front, and her body was definitely compact and on the bulky side. She could have been a truck driver! I’d been with a girl once in college, but that had been 15 years ago! Though it had only been experimentation, she was a great fuck! In my thirties now and never married, I’ve had plenty of boyfriends though none at the moment. And I’d never repeated my bi fling. Now my pussy started to spasm at the thought of the bartender eating me, and I smiled. Today was my day to cut loose!
“Okay…maybe that does sound like a good idea. Now what’s in the back?”
“Come on and you’ll see. Hey George! Watch the front, will ya?” she hollered over at one of the three guys at the bar.
I followed the dyke to the back. The guys licked their lips and made little kissy noises at me as I passed by. I couldn’t help but whisper to them, “Eat your hearts out.”
Who was this person I’d become?
I followed the bartender to the back hall, where she opened a door and held it for me. I entered to find three other dykey types dressed in jeans and white T-shirts sitting at a small table, playing cards. They looked up at me and whistled.
The door shut behind me. The tall blonde with the mean tattoos on her biceps started to unbutton my shirt. The shorter brunette unzipped my jeans. In what felt like a dream, I was suddenly stripped naked and now was covered only by my new hair. My hard nipples poked through the long blonde curls. My clit was swelling and poking coyly through the sparse black hair on my pouty lower lips!
“She’s a dream. Thanks, Madge,” the tattooed blonde said lustily. She backed me up and gently pushed me down onto a small cot. Another dark blonde dyke with short, spiky hair grabbed my ankles and spread them apart. When she let go I kept my thighs wide open, legs dangling over the side of the small cot. I was so hot! I wanted them to ravish me.
I closed my eyes and let them take me. I felt several hands running up and down my legs and thighs, brushing close to my pussy, then backing off. I felt hot breath on my pussy and waited for a tongue. I was disappointed when nobody licked me. Fingers tweaked my nipples, hands hefted my full breasts, and fingers stroked all over my skin, but nobody touched my pussy.
I began to moan, thrusting my hips, spreading my thighs wider, wanting, begging for someone to touch my aching pussy, slip a finger in there and fuck me, lick me. I wanted that wonderful experience I’d had back in college. I moaned in want. The brunette kissed me on the lips, stifling my moans. Suddenly I felt a finger brush up my slit and linger on my gaping hot hole. I thrust down on it, trying to push it farther inside.
I heard a low chuckle. “Take it easy, baby. Let us play with you for a while. That’s what it’s all about, you know.”
“She has such beautiful hair,” said the brunette as she caressed my face and long curls. They acted as though I was not even aware of them. Like I was a toy to be used. And I loved it! I was anonymous in my new hair, at the hands of these dykes. I’d never felt so free.
“Fuck me,” I whispered. I felt my pussy-lips being stretched open wider by urgent fingers. Hot breath blew over my quivering clit-bud. Then I felt the gentle lash of a tongue. I jerked my hips lustily. “Yessss,” I moaned. The tongue lazily slid over and over my sensitive clit, generating delight. Oh no, I didn’t want to come yet!
I grunted. I wasn’t in control of my body. My slim hips jerked in rhythm with those delicious tongue strokes. Then the dyke slipped her tongue inside and fucked me with it. In and out, that little muscle worked while her finger gently, teasingly, caressed my clit. Then the tongue went back to stroking that little button, and I knew I couldn’t hold on much longer.
The brunette and the spiky blonde were busily sucking my tits and caressing my quivering belly. “Ooh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah,” I chanted over and over as the orgasm built to a crescendo. I let out a small scream as the flames of pleasure seared my insides all the way up and down my spine, curling my toes.
“Oh! Oh! Please stop. Enough!” I begged as the pleasure grew to more than I could bear. The three dykes finally stood to look down at me gasping with my legs spread, pussy glistening with juices on the satisfied loose lips, and my new hair a tangled, fanned-out, sexy spectacle.
“We aren’t done with you yet, Blondie,” said the tall blonde.
Madge had been watching all this action from over in the corner. She had stripped and had a huge, flesh-colored dildo strapped around her ample waist.
I held my breath, wondering if I would be able to take such a large apparatus. I started to close my thighs, but Brunette held them firmly apart “She looks wet enough,” she said to no one in particular. I relaxed my thighs and waited for the fucking to begin.
Madge stepped over and knelt between my knees. She rubbed my pussy with two fingers, swirling them about on my clit, making me groan as the pleasure once again began to tingle throughout me Then she smeared my slickness over the head of the plastic dick. “Get on your knees,” she directed. I quickly complied, positioning myself with my ass in the air. The dyke’s fingers started dabbling at my dangling, engorged clit.
I started to hump my hips in rhythm. “Mmmm, feels good,” I whispered. I spread my knees as wide as the cot would allow, while the fingers delicately tickled and dipped into my open hole. I thrust my pussy toward the fingers, feeling my lower lips swell in desire.
The juicy sounds emanating from their churning, titillating fingers on my sensitive parts made me even hotter. My clit was tingling and throbbing now with the need to come. I moaned and thrust my pussy back and forth, feeling warm juices ooze rapidly down my spread thighs.
“She is so hot,” hissed one dyke. “Let me lick her.”
I felt a tongue lap at me from underneath. My thighs quivered uncontrollably.
“Open her hole wider,” said another voice. “Look at that hot, sweet meat! Yum.” Those words turned me on even more.
Then I felt Madge kneel closer to my ass and press her hard dick into my eager hole. It slid right in with little resistance. Gripping my hips, she thrust forward. I took most of the dildo. She fucked me real well, rotating her hips and then thrusting fast, then slow. Fingers continued caressing my clitty; I knew I’d be coming in moments.
Ohhh, the sensation spread through my hips. My clit was really throbbing with the need of release. The thick dick thrusting in and out was too much. I bit down on my hand as another pleasurable scream tore from my throat.
Madge held my hips tightly and pumped away as the little tickler button on the apparatus brought her to her own pleasure.
“Yeah, baby,” she moaned as the other women stroked and kissed her large, swaying breasts. Her thrusts slowed and finally stopped altogether. I hung my head in exhaustion, then felt the slick, hard dick slip out of my juice-slicked lips.
When I got my strength back, the dykes brought me towels to wipe myself off and helped me get dressed. I was a bit wobbly when I stood up. “Thank you so much for this…this pleasure. It was incredible! But what about you all?” I looked at the three dykes standing before me. Madge seemed to be the only one who had gotten off besides me.
“We love to please. That’s what we do here,” the tattooed blonde said with a leer. “We own this place, and it’s a very unique club. That’s the way it is. See ya.” Then I was gently turned and sort of pushed right out the door to follow the now-dressed Madge.
I followed her out to the bar room and once again got leered at by George and the two other guys. But the leers, I decided, had not been meant as sexual come-ons—the guys, I decided on closer inspection, were all gay!
I noticed that someone else had come in while I was in back. An attractive girl sat alone at a small table near the empty dance floor. She was sipping a drink, and her face was partially hidden by luscious, red-colored hair tumbling down her back. I somehow guessed she too was wearing a wig. She had on a tight, short, black leather skirt and a tank top, which barely concealed her small tits.
“What is this place?” I finally asked Madge.
“It’s Pandora’s Playpen,” she replied, in a voice that implied I was dumb for not knowing. “It’s a lesbian bar for women. Women come here to get themselves, ah, ‘taken care of.’ We’re very well known in the gay community. I thought that was why you showed up looking so hot.”
“No, I didn’t know. I stopped here on a whim. But believe me. I’ll be back!” I turned to leave.
“What’s your name honey?”
“Sally,” I lied as I walked to the front door.
“Long, tall Sally. Hmmm, suits you.” Madge smiled and gave me a little wave of good-bye. “Long-haired Sally. We’ll see ya around soon.”
Well, I stopped wearing the wig when I went back to work Monday. In reality I’m an executive secretary at a prominent oil company, and my name is Alyssa. However, I do wear my wig for my frequent return visits to Pandora’s. There I’m still “Sally.” I’m finding I like “Long Tall Sally”…a lot. She’s a real fun gal!