My Lesbian Sugar Mama Pt. 06

"It's wonderful having such lovely young ladies in my office," the woman said with a smile. "You're both very welcome here!"

In addition to Lucille and Mrs. Lofton both being members of ABWE (Alliance of Black Women Entrepreneurs), I discovered that they were also both active in the Chamber of Commerce, and also that Mrs. Lofton even held a membership at Lucille's Fitness Center, which I later learned she occasionally used as a venue for picking up pretty college girls when it suited her to bring one back with her to her place.

"Something that you two pretty girls will soon discover about me," she confided, "is that I very much enjoy the company of attractive young women, especially beautiful blonde girls like yourselves who possess delicious young bodies!"

Here, she boldly winked at Kat and myself, causing the two of us to blush, which made Lucille laugh.

"Which is exactly why I brought them here," Lucille explained. "And why I specifically told them you'd appreciate the sexy little schoolgirl skirts that they're wearing. Stand up straight, ladies, and let her get a better look at your legs."

Of course, we immediately did as she asked, with Mrs. Lofton again giving us the once over, undressing our bodies with her eyes. She continued ogling us, the tip of her tongue slowly passing over the top of her bottom lip, almost as if trying to decide which of us to devour first.

"There's a few things you young ladies probably need to know about me," Mrs. Lofton explained, with amusement in her voice. "I don't fit into any of the established molds... first of all, I'm a proud black woman. Secondly, I'm also a successful female business executive. Third, I belong to the Republican Party. And fourth (and most important), I'm a dedicated, unapologetic lesbian who enjoys sharing time with pretty girls . Now... you're not likely to find that combination anywhere else, are you?"

We both shook our heads no. I was immediately impressed with Mrs. Lofton's boldness, and I could already tell that little Kat was in complete awe of her! The older woman then had her secretary bring in refreshments, with her and Lucille continuing to talk, occasionally including Kat and myself in their conversation.

"Kat here is in need of a mentor," Lucille explained. "Perhaps an older woman like yourself who can assist her in the proper direction. You know, someone who will take her under her wing."

"Is that right, Kat?" Mrs. Lofton asked. "Or would you prefer I call you Kathryn?"

Little Kat appeared almost too in awe to answer.

"We call her 'Little Kat,'" Lucille explained. "But you can call her whatever you'd like."

"I believe I'll call her 'Kathryn,' then... and, since you three are already here, I insist on you joining me for dinner after work, say six o'clock at my place?"

We immediately agreed that we'd all love it!

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I could tell right away that Mrs. Lofton was physically attracted to little Kat. The woman also appeared attracted to myself, but came around to understanding that my body already belonged to somebody else. I can only guess that Lucille must have informed her of my ongoing relationship with Mrs. Morgenstern.

The older woman's house was beautiful, and she even employed several servants (a cook and three housemaids). I was somewhat surprised to see that they were all middle aged women, and NOT beautiful young girls running around in sexy French Maid uniforms, as one might expect. I caught Mrs. Lofton's eye, and it was as if she was reading my mind.

"Yes, I'd much rather surround myself with scantily-clad young girls," she pointed out, smiling at me. "But somebody's got to do the actual housework around here, and so I rely on the professionals."

I nodded, understanding. Meanwhile, little Kat was gushing over all of the beautiful furniture, artifacts, and Mrs. Lofton's extensive library of books, along with the artwork on the walls.

"I collect objects of beauty wherever I find them," Mrs. Lofton explained to my pretty friend. "I like bringing home those items that I desire to possess so that I can later enjoy them at my leisure."

It was obvious (to me) that she was referring specifically to little Kat, although I don't think my pretty young friend was aware of herself being labelled a thing of beauty.

"So, if you see something you like, you just get it?" she innocently asked the older woman. "You like possessing beautiful things?"

"Exactly right," Mrs. Lofton answered with an amused smile. I looked over and saw that Lucille was smiling, too. She knew exactly what was being said.

Dinner that evening was a variety of lobster salad which probably would have cost a fortune at any restaurant. It was certainly delicious, and I'm quite certain it only made little Kat more impressed than she already was. During our meal we discussed pretty much everything, including the plans that Kat and I had for our respective futures. Afterwards we all retired to Mrs. Lofton's beautifully-furnished living room where we were served a delicious sweet dessert wine in expensive imported glasses. I was certainly impressed, and I know that little Kat was, as well.

When it finally came time to leave, I knew that if Mrs. Lofton had intended to lure little Kat into her web like the spider and the fly, she had greatly succeeded. And so, when the older black woman suggested to Lucille that perhaps my pretty little blonde friend remain behind and spend the night with her, little Kat was more than willing to do so. Mrs. Lofton promised to drive the girl back to school the next day, with Lucille readily agreeing to the plan.

"Isn't she amazing, Kenzi?" little Kat whispered to me excitedly as I prepared to leave with Lucille. "She says she's willing to mentor me and even teach me some marketing skills! I can learn so much from this woman!"

Yes, I'm sure she could, Lucille was on board, as well, trusting the pretty blonde girl with her older black female friend. Before leaving, she added her own bit of advice to little Kat.

"I want you to do whatever Mrs. Lofton tells you, understand? This is her house, her rules! She's in complete charge! Are you fine with that?"

Little Kat nodded happily as Lucille and I then took our leave, with her driving me back home.

"Well, that worked out even better than I expected," she murmured as we returned to campus, her hand softly caressing my bare leg as she drove. "You two little hotties certainly made a favorable impression on her."

I wanted to ask her if she thought that Mrs. Lofton intended to fuck little Kat tonight but decided against it. I'd find out soon enough. In the meantime, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feel of Lucille's manicured fingernails gliding up and down my thigh.

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Sure enough, the very next day little Kat asked me if I'd join her for lunch in the school cafeteria. When I met her she was positively beaming.

"Mrs. Lofton is such an amazing woman," she gushed. "She knows so much about everything!"

"Did you spend the night in her bed?" I couldn't help but ask.

Little Kat blushed and I immediately knew that the answer was yes.

"It was amazing, Kenzi... she kissed my body all over... everywhere," she quietly gushed in a low voice. "She took me upstairs soon after you and Lucille left... and began slowly undressing me, without even asking my permission or anything... and then she began kissing me... all over!"

"Did that make you uncomfortable... her just doing whatever she wanted?"

"No, not at all... I mean, you know me... I'm naturally very obedient when it comes to being with older women, and she's definitely comfortable in the more dominant role." She continued: "I knew right from the beginning that she wanted me... and that she was ultimately going to get what she wanted."

"Well... was she at least nice about it?" I had to ask. Mrs. Lofton had come across to me as the demanding type. "Or was she all mean and bossy about it?"

"Oh no, she was definitely nice... she repeatedly told me how beautiful she thought I was while she undressed and kissed me... it was like a slow seduction!"

"Was she at all, you know, kinky?" I felt I had to ask. "Any weird fetishes... besides the dominance & submission thing?"

"Oh, yeah... she admitted to me that she's always been especially attracted to pretty white girls, particularly submissive blonde girls like you and me," before then quietly adding: "she also suggested that she'd like YOU to join us one night, saying that the only thing more enjoyable than possessing one pretty white girl would be to possess two at the same time!"

"Really? She said that?"

"Yeah." Here she looked into me eyes before continuing. "So... would you?"

"Would I what?"

"Spend the night with me and Mrs. Lofton?"

I didn't know how to answer, although the idea certainly struck a chord.

"Oh, I almost forgot," little Kat suddenly exclaimed. "She also wants me to move in with her! She's got at least half-a-dozen guest rooms in that beautiful house of hers, and she says she wants me to leave the dorms and move into one of them!"

"What? You mean free of charge?"

"Well... sort of... I mean, you don't exactly pay rent living at your condo, right? I mean... isn't it owned by Mrs. Morgenstern?"

"That's true," I replied, lowering my eyes. "But let's not forget that I pay my room and board in other ways more pleasing to her..."

My voice drifted off as I suddenly realized what I was saying... that's exactly what little Kat would be doing with Mrs. Lofton. She'd be exchanging her delicious little body to the dominant older black woman in lieu of rent. Kat smiled at me and nodded.

"It's what I want in my life right now," she stated, a very sincere expression crossing her pretty face. "I WANT her to have me."

"So... when do you move it?"

"Tonight... I've already packed!"

"Have you told those two lesbian girls in your hall, Maya and Deena, that you're leaving?"

"Yes, I most certainly did," she laughed, her expression brightening. "I told them I was moving in with a wealthy black woman to become her plaything!"

"And how did they react to that?"

"They didn't. They just stood there staring. They didn't believe me. I loved it!"

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The following week, I received an invitation from little Kat to join her at Mrs. Lofton's. Apparently, the two women had already established a loving and caring older/younger relationship with one another. My friend informed me that she had successfully allowed herself to become the 'property' of the dominant older black woman, to the mutual satisfaction of both!

"Remember when we first met her, and she said something to Lucille about her birthday being next week?" little Kat asked me over the phone. "Well, she wasn't making that up! It's this Friday, and I want to do something special for her!"

"Like what?" I inquired. "Do you mean like a birthday party?"

"Sort of," she laughed. "But I'm going to need you to be here to make it happen!"

Of course I agreed to assist her in any way I could, and she quickly explained to me over the phone what she had in mind. I was impressed.

And so, that Friday afternoon I took a cab to Mrs. Lofton's (I don't own a car, remember?) where little Kat greeted me at the door.

"Come in," she said, the excitement evident in her voice. "She'll be home in a little over an hour! We've got to get ready!"

Little Kat had discovered a long forgotten rubber stamp and ink pad in the back of one of the older woman's desk drawers that printed the words: "Property of Beverly Lofton" in block letters, the entire stamp approximately four-inches wide. The older woman had apparently ordered it several years ago to mark boxes where she kept her personal correspondence and receipts, but had long since forgotten its existence. My pretty blonde friend had found it and now planned to use it this very night!

"Use it how?" I inquired.

Little Kat smiled her wicked little smile before responding.

"I want you to carefully stamp it on my butt," she giggled. "I'm going to present my naked body to Mrs. Lofton as my birthday present for her!"

"Oh my," I gasped. "That sounds deliciously kinky!"

"I know," she gushed, excitedly. "Do you think she'll like it?"

I nodded. I was absolutely certain that the older black woman would LOVE it!

Anyway, Kat & I then both quickly showered together in Mrs. Lofton's beautifully-furnished bathroom. After drying one another off we rubbed scented lotion onto eachother's skin. Although we both enjoyed touching & caressing one another's bodies, in this instance we weren't doing it for fun, but in preparation for what lay ahead. (But it was still fun!)

I had also brought over my silver ankle bracelets along with the silver collar & leash that Mrs. Morgenstern had purchased for me not so very long ago. I'd also brought along the pair of silver handcuffs that Camile had left at my place following her last visit. With the silver cuffs and ankle bracelets in place, my pretty friend would look the part of a beautiful captive slavegirl, and I must admit that the whole thing appeared incredibly erotic to me.

We decided to handcuff little Kat's wrists to Mrs. Lofton's bedpost, with the girl lying completely nude on her stomach with the words "Property of Beverly Lofton" prominently stamped on her sexy little ass. Kat also thought it might be exciting if she was gagged, as well, but we decided instead that it would be more erotic if her mouth was free to whimper and beg for her mistress's mercy. Kat agreed that Mrs. Lofton would probably enjoy that much more!

I was there just in case Kat needed to be released, and also to carefully stamp her curvy little butt: 'Property of Beverly Lofton,' which I did with cinnamon-flavored red ink. And I would also be the one escorting the lady of the house to her bedroom where her beautiful young birthday present would be waiting for her. I wore my sexy French Maid lingerie for the occasion, as we both knew that Mrs. Lofton would no doubt also enjoy having the services of a scantily-clad-maid for the evening.

The older woman arrived home punctually at six o'clock, with my greeting her at the door, in order to tell her that her birthday present was upstairs, and that I would take her to it. She was pleasantly surprised to see me.

"I don't remember hiring a gorgeous new French maid," she happily exclaimed. "But I'm glad I did! Here... let me look at you!"

She then held me at arm's length to inspect my body before then ordering me to do a slow turn for her.

"Do I meet with your approval?" I couldn't help but ask.

"Yes, you most certainly do," she replied, with a leer. "Just look at those long legs... and delicious ass!"

While speaking, her right hand came to rest on my behind which she squeezed affectionately while she continued her examination of me with her eyes. "And where is that luscious little pixie-assistant of mine, whom I assume is responsible for your being here?"

"Follow me, mistress," I said, slowly making my way upstairs towards her bedroom. She followed closely behind. I could tell without even looking that her eyes were glued to my gently swaying derriere the entire way. "Your present is in this room," I announced, opening the door to her bedroom and stepping aside as she walked through.

And there she was, delicious little Kat, completely nude, lying face down and ass-up on the woman's large bed. The pretty blonde had chosen to act the part of a frightened captive, with her wrists handcuffed to the bedpost while she pretended to struggle to free herself from her bonds. Even from the door you could see something red stamped on her right ass cheek. Mrs. Lofton halted at the sight of the girl while a wide and satisfied smirk forming on her face.

"So this is my birthday present?" she quietly asked, the amusement evident in her voice. "It would seem that somebody has delivered a delicious young slave-girl for me to play with and enjoy... how very nice!"

"Please... please let me go," cried little Kat in mock alarm. "I don't belong here. I was kidnapped by slavers who took me from my home and brought me here!"

"There, there," Mrs. Lofton laughed, soothingly. "There's nothing to be afraid of. You're under my care now, and I'll treat you kindly!"

At this point little Kat broke character and giggled.

"Do you like what you see, mistress?" she coyly asked the older black woman. "Does my body please you?"

"Yes, it most certainly does," Mrs. Lofton answered, as she removed her shoes and dress before then climbing up onto the bed to approach the naked girl, her hand sliding up Kat's bare leg to rest on the pretty blonde's beautiful ass, where the phrase 'Property of Beverly Lofton' was clearly visible. "Wherever did you find my old stamp?"

Meanwhile, her hands continued exploring little Kat's awesome curvy rump, with her index finger tracing a line around the red stamp mark on the girl's lovely ass cheek. She planted a quick kiss there.

"I definitely enjoy seeing my name featured prominently on the naked behind of a beautiful girl," she murmured, planting another kiss there. "It's like you're offering me your ultimate submission, isn't it?"

While Kat began to respond to her observation, the older woman leaned down and began planting several long and luxurious kisses all over my pretty friend's perfect little butt. Kat immediately stopped talking and moaned softly, arching her back somewhat to offer more of her sweet little derriere to Mrs. Lofton's affectionate and prolonged passionate bout of ass-worship.

"I completely belong to you, mistress," the pretty girl cried out, over and over. If there's one thing I knew about my cute little blonde friend, it's that she especially loves being on the receiving end of getting her hot little tushy repeatedly smooched, and Mrs. Lofton was clearly enjoying her role in doing the kissing. My presence in the room was clearly forgotten as little Kat's curvy butt was completely devoured by the older woman's insatiable and demanding mouth.

"You taste like cinnamon," Mrs. Lofton laughingly remarked, before then turning to me and ordering me to bring her a warm wet wash cloth. "Hurry, girl - I've got red ink on my face!"

She then returned her attention to kissing little Kat's upturned butt. The older woman's arms were by now wrapped tightly around the pretty girl's thighs as she pressed her face against Kat's hot little behind.

"Wiggle this sexy ass for me," Mrs. Lofton commanded, with little Kat doing her best to comply. But it apparently wasn't good enough for her dominant mistress, as the older woman then began playfully and sensually slapping little Kat's curvy butt as a form of erotic punishment. "Slower... and sexier... we're not in a race here!"

Kat cried out piteously, but I knew that it was just for show as she wasn't experiencing any actual distress. Again and again Mrs. Lofton laughingly spanked the girl's delicious little behind between loving kisses, before then eventually deciding on something different.

"Where did I put my strap-on?" she mused aloud, before then rummaging through her bedside nightstand, where she soon found it atop some periodicals. The black woman then laughed and removed some more of her clothing, including her blouse, throwing it on the floor.

"Be a good girl and pick that up," she said, referring to myself, "and fold it over that chair."

I did as she asked while she used the next couple of minutes to adjust her strap-on and tighten it around her lower abdomen. "Time now to fuck my beautiful young slavegirl birthday present!"

"Please no, mistress," cried little Kat in mock-fear. "Don't fuck me... I promise I'll be good... I'll do anything you ask!"