But I Am A Lesbian! (Filthy Education Series)

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

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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.