Taylor Got Caught Paying for Her Lesbian Desires
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19-year-old Arts student Taylor from New Jersey was living her life to the fullest in New York away from her parents, sharing an apartment in the heart of Manhattan and becoming good friends with two other girls who attended the same college. This is the story of how she got caught by one of the friends paying to satisfy her inner lesbian cravings online – a side no one knew Taylor had.
She was an only child with parents who were both successful doctors. They offered to pay for Taylor’s rent and gave an extra allowance for fun and expenses if she passed all her courses with strong grades. The other two girls had a similar arrangement with their parents who were from the Hamptons and Connecticut.
Taylor grew up maturing early and got used to an independent mindset after years of both parents working full-time. For a while she had childcare and nannies, but at some point, they trusted her enough to be home alone. Taylor cherished a fun circle of friends she grew up with who were far more open-minded about life than her parents were and contributed to her taste in music, parties and eventually also sexuality. Although that last one she kept close to the chest.
She carried herself much like Demi Lovato and was proud of the slight resemblance. Unlike her two housemates who many liked to jokingly refer to as the Wilson sisters – a nod to the rich sisters from the movie White Chicks because of the similar blonde hair and accents.
Taylor used her main social accounts for family and all the new friends she made. But she also had a second back up account that she kept private. For her eyes only – where she explored her lesbian side comfortably without the need to share.
Early on she experienced physical attractions for many girls that she saw in movies and online, especially tastefully nude and real amateur girls, but in real life only made friends with those she liked and never quite felt any lingering intimacy that could have suggested love. Taylor was only open to discussing that side of her with girls who wanted to understand and maybe felt the same way, which was mostly online. All her friends dated guys and so did Taylor, but she was much more reserved with them.
Her private account started off as a way to just follow girls and models she fancied. But over time, Taylor’s curiosities got the better of her. She started talking to some of the lesbian models in the DM and once she was old enough subscribed to her favorite models’ R rated premium channels. With the generous allowance from her parents, Taylor found out she could request photos and videos from the models doing all sorts of fun lesbian things her imagination could come up with.
It was Taylor’s way of releasing inner thoughts and narratives she only had with herself. While she was close with her parents and a few childhood friends, her sexual feelings were the only part she felt like she could not discuss with them openly and honestly. Taylor made up for it by stimulating herself – mind, soul, and body.
By the time she moved to New York to study, Taylor only had real life experiences with guys but built a strong private account worthy of following. Over the years, whenever Taylor got herself off to a lesbian video somewhere online, she also found out who the models were and if they had any social accounts. A lot of the models also advertised their own private channels and that is how it snowballed for the curious and highly sexual Taylor.
She put up only a couple of pictures on the private account without her face and with a bit of richness flaunted in the background. In a way that most people could not recognize but showed enough to increase the chances of getting replies in the DM.
As the confidence grew Taylor went from merely watching the models from afar to picking a few at a time to trial their premium content. It was hit and miss sometimes, and Taylor learned to narrow down the models to find those who seemed to truly be into lesbian sex without putting on an act.
In her mind, Taylor knew exactly how to find what she liked to see. But in the DMs, she was shy and never quite sure of what to expect. Like small talk that could lead to sex or absolutely nothing. But that changed when one day a Brazilian model replied, thanked Taylor for showing love and support and suggested to record any special requests through one of the private channels.
Taylor felt intrigued and compelled to try. She decided on an amount to offer the model and found out where she had to donate. Testing the waters, Taylor initially just wrote in the Special Request for the model to film hooking up with a friend. It was quite basic compared to what Taylor later found out she could also request with certain models.
Within a week of making the first request Taylor got what she asked for. The model attached a 28-minute video along with a couple of Kiss and Fire emojis.
For roughly the first half of the video, the model started off by thanking Taylor’s account name and quickly undressed. Another girl walked in from behind the camera wearing sunglasses and joined. They were on a balcony next to a barbecue grill and the model sat back on a white plastic chair; the phone must have been on a nearby table.
As the model spread her legs, the unknown girl positioned in between and began licking. Taylor’s passion stirred up instantly as she was glued to the video.
The model caressed the girl’s head, talked in Brazilian and moaned softly. When Taylor watched it with headphones in, she heard a distinct munching and gasping for air sound from the girl albeit soft and in the background of the recording.
Halfway through, the girl was instructed something in Brazilian and the model stood up to grab the phone. Taylor saw the girl’s face momentarily with the sunglasses and noticed pretty features, wet lips and an expression that wanted more.
For the second half of the video, the model filmed the girl eating her POV-style. For over 10 minutes Taylor got an uninterrupted first-person view of the girl’s passionate mouth buried between the model’s thick thighs. Like eating a bowl of cereal without a spoon.
The sounds drove Taylor insane with lust. And seeing the girl enjoy the model like that was electrifying. Even when the model began touching herself towards the end, the girl continued the efforts below the hand and kept lapping up inside the slit. By the final minute of the video, Taylor climaxed in bed along to the model’s timing and watched the girl lick the model’s fingers clean afterwards. Then it ended.
Taylor watched it nearly 5 times in that first 24 hours of getting it. She sent happy emojis back to the model and contemplated asking for another Special Request.
Still testing the waters, Taylor wanted to see if she could be more specific with the requests. She donated slightly more the second time and asked the model to find a second girl who also liked to play with the booty.
And once again within a week, Taylor’s newfound excitement got its cravings satisfied with exactly that. Another video – 59 minutes – and filmed the same way as the first. Taylor’s account was thanked, a second girl with sunglasses was introduced along with the same previous girl and they were stood up against a high wall that served like a balcony. Keeping them out of sight from other buildings nearby.
There were empty beer bottles on the nearby table and music played from a small speaker. It looked as if they were in the middle of catching up as friends and decided to record a video. Things looked casual until the model seductively began to dance with both girls. She grabbed each by the crotch and pushed them back up against the balcony wall, even though it made them all giggle the mood quickly intensified.
But the model spun around again and danced with the girls for some time before slowly sitting down on the plastic chair. The girls embraced and started kissing each other, the model opened another beer and watched.
The jeans they all wore were eventually unbuttoned and opened enough for hands to slide in. The girls did it to each other during the kissing, the model did it to excite herself. Not long after Taylor saw the girl from the first video kneel before the second girl and lick on the exposed lower lips, holding the panties down by hand.
After a playful exchange of words in Brazilian between them, the first girl crawled to between the model’s legs and the second girl walked over and stood next to the model’s chair in close range to the face. As the first girl helped slide down the model’s pants enough to be able to lick, the model herself began kissing the second girl on top of the panties.
Taylor soaked it all up, watching as the three girls in the video took turns eating, kissing, touching, and guiding each other to various minor peaks and tense releases. The music continued to play, and the beer continued to flow, and Taylor was boldly touching herself along to the action she paid to see.
They even included Taylor’s booty request, with the remaining five minutes of the video seeing the model stood sideways and both girls licking on either side, front and back.
The intense gratification Taylor felt each time she masturbated to those videos was addictive. She soon found herself daydreaming about various scenarios she would like to see and proactively sought out those models with the same lesbian interests.
The more familiar Taylor became with the premium accounts and DMs, the more she felt confident about asking exactly what she wanted to see. And as she went out most weekends with friends and if she got back home alone tipsy or drunk, she would watch the videos she requested. It became her own private little library, and the alcohol usually inspired more ideas for future videos.
But like a true horny addict, each time she wanted a stronger fix. Her cravings to see something she had not seen before were intense and made her lust in creative ways.
So lustfully creative, Taylor was not even sure sometimes if she would get a reply. But when the models did, the action captured on camera was pure gold. And wild. Like when she offered a considerable amount of money to a Chinese dominatrix, to record herself picking up a girl somewhere in public and to have normal sex with her without the BDSM. Taylor’s most favorite video to date.
It had a surreal and obscene quality to it, unlike others Taylor grew accustomed to. The real-life implications were not for the light-hearted.
47 minutes long, the video started off innocently with the dominatrix filming the sights of a large city in the daytime from the back of a limousine car. Not quite the long stretch kind but big enough to be separated from the driver.
After about 5 minutes of driving along a main road the car turned into a side street and slowly drove into an area full of restaurants. Moments later, it pulled over nearby a back lane. The dominatrix focused the recording on a group of 3 Chinese girls across the street who were talking with each other outside of a restaurant.
They looked like friends and students, with backpacks and stylish appearances wearing jeans and jackets and medium long dark hair. One of them stopped talking and looked over at the car curiously. The dominatrix rolled down the window and gestured for the girl to approach. The girl did not hesitate and excused herself from the conversation.
Without saying anything to each other, the girl anxiously opened the car’s door and joined the dominatrix inside. Taylor heard the first few words being muttered, most likely a hello of some kind.
The girl knelt on the luxurious floor of the car in front of the dominatrix. She put her backpack to the side and her phone in the pocket with pretty and submissive eyes that melted Taylor’s passion. All it took was just 60 seconds from saying goodbye to her friends and getting in the car of a dominatrix to immediately assuming a role and kissing up the inner legs of the dominatrix towards the crotch under a leather skirt.
And the 30 minutes that followed were filled with some of the most incredible love for licking the lower lips Taylor had ever seen. The girl remained in the same position the entire time, yet there was never a dull moment. There was a certain skill and passion in the shameless display of excitement for drinking from the furry cup and the girl displayed it effortlessly.
What started off as kisses and smooches turned into gentle munching, a fierce tongue lapping and ended on a festive eating and slurping on the entire area that even Taylor herself felt tingling through the screen and into her headphones.
The only short breaks the girl took were to gasp for air. Most of the time was spent having a mouthful of the dominatrix. The car continued to drive, probably instructed to keep circling the block or cruise around.
It seemed odd to Taylor the licking continued even when there was only 5 minutes left in the video. Suddenly the dominatrix introduced a plot twist.
She grabbed the girl’s cheeks and lifted her face up from the slit. The girl was breathing heavier with glossy lips and an anxious expression. Only a couple of words were spoken when the car pulled over.
The girl seemed to thank the dominatrix, grabbed the backpack, checked she had her phone, and opened the door to leave. As quickly as she got in, she got out. Leaving the dominatrix in the back seat with her legs spread, wet and sticky.
As the car drove off again, the dominatrix fingered herself for the remainder of the video. Taylor was unsure whether she had an orgasm or not, the video faded out without any climax.
The first time she watched it, Taylor was left stunned, freaked out and more intrigued than horny. But it soon became her favorite, her go-to fantasy when she had to use her imagination to get off. It created strong urges that she used to elevate her addictive cravings once more. Venturing in the world of sexting as a means of further getting to know those models she clicked with.
As soon as Taylor began to have urges to be in some of the fantasies herself, the next step was to figure out how. Saying the intention out loud first helped Taylor to warm up to the idea of trying it.
Gradually, Taylor’s DMs got more direct, intimate, and playful. She did not just want to be taken seriously as a sexy customer; she wanted the models to appreciate her friendliness in a way that was better than who they normally dealt with. Like a special friend from afar who appreciated the game.
Taylor was proud to have a very open minded interest in the models she found. She followed and contacted a wide variety of girls of different backgrounds and from as young as around 20 to very beautiful mature women well into their 40s and 50s. From skinny, tall, and photogenic girls to curvy, smaller, or bigger girls full of natural beauty. Being able to message each other in English was the only practical requirement Taylor had, otherwise it would be hopeless.
And much like the gratification from watching the requested videos, sexting when done right was also powerful in seducing the mind to go along with something raunchy. Every time Taylor wanted to outdo herself, to be wittier, cleverer, more suggestive, funnier, or appropriately direct. Every time Taylor read what they wrote back it sharpened her replies until it flowed out of her naturally.
But chasing the gratification eventually got Taylor into trouble. As careful as she always was, it could happen to even the best at it. She would learn the hard way why it pays to be extra careful when making an exception for something during a normal routine. Overlooking a minor detail would be easy and a costly mistake.
On one particularly cold and rainy Friday night after exams, her flatmates still wanted to go out, but Taylor decided to stay in. The party could wait, she felt more like comfort food and a movie on the couch.
Normally their nights out were late till well after midnight, which gave Taylor the TV freedom to watch even a second or third movie if she really wanted to settle in.
Her night truly began hugging the ‘Wilson sisters’ goodbye at the door and wishing them a fun night out. She shut the door gently, grabbed her laptop from a nightstand and tip-toed back to the couch. It was time for relaxation.
Taylor brought the laptop because it was easier to type on than her phone. She developed a habit of running multiple sexy conversations in the DMs and that particular day she had been riffing back and forth with a curvy Canadian model who held a sexual tension in the conversation worthy of drooling over.
It became harder to focus on the movie the more they sexted about what each was supposedly doing to themselves on the couch. Eventually Taylor switched to the first funny show she saw in the list on TV and focused more attention towards her arousal.
She could go for over an hour in a constant state of horny without once touching herself. All other senses would be stimulated before she would get physical. Such sexual build-up and release came with a high sense of desire, self-control, creativity, and craftsmanship in imagination.
It usually peaked when an image or thought sparked a sensationally guilty feeling of pleasure more so than any other in the lead up before. The Canadian model accomplished that task for Taylor, when she surprised her with a free short clip during their conversation that was like a mic drop at the end of a performance.
In the clip, the model with phone-in-hand walked over to a laundry basket and explained it was from her flatmate and how she loved the smell from the bodily odors. It was only 2 minutes long, but in no time the model took one of the panties from the basket, ran over to a nearby bed, jumped on it and turned around on her back.
"She wore these all night, her smell is still in there oh my god" – The model giggled.
With one hand she still held the phone, with the other she placed the inside of the panties on her face. The model began to inhale and moan and opened her mouth slightly to let her tongue taste the fabric. The phone shook slightly, suggesting the model also touched herself to it until the video ended. Short, sweet and a brand-new scenario added to Taylor’s sapphic fantasies.
Taylor thanked the model for the amazing video and re-watched it at least 10 more times in a row. It caught her off guard, how someone as horny as her could like the smell of worn panties that much. The passion for the scent of women was visible in the models’ eyes and Taylor was hooked in.
But one of the other great perks from such devotion to self-love were the very strong orgasms. Those came with their own sets of challenges – such as temporary headaches, the need to clean up afterwards and a general loss of energy.
And perhaps even worst of all – the need to cover up any evidence.
That was one of the worst mistakes in life Taylor ever had to learn from.
She lost track of time, and when she opened her eyes again from the power nap one of the ‘Wilson sisters’ was sitting beside her on the couch watching the panties video on the laptop. Taylor forgot to close it and lock the screen, regret instantly sunk in as she realized she got caught.
She had no idea what time it was and could not gauge how her flatmate reacted. But she knew she had to wake up and face the truth.
"Oh my god I didn’t know you came home, I’m so sorry, that was not meant to be there… How embarrassing, I feel mortified" – Taylor panicked and managed to shut the laptop.
The flatmate had a bewildered look on her face. She did not appear to be disgusted or worried but at the same time not too happy either. She stared intriguingly at how Taylor reacted and tried to make sense of the situation.
"Please don’t freak out, I just fell asleep watching TV and that was there as a joke from a friend" – Taylor continued, trying to clear up the mess.
"When I got home the screen was open in the messages, you fell asleep typing a reply to the girl who sent you that panties video, I came to check on you after you didn’t reply and glanced at it…" - Taylor’s flatmate softly explained and paused her sentence.
"Oh no, I think I may get sick, I’m so sorry, I know it looks wild but, I, I can explain, it’s nothing serious" – Taylor nervously interjected, still in denial about what part of it she had to explain.
"Look, porn is porn and I know most watch it, I do too. No surprises there, I even heard about girls liking lesbian porn so that’s fine but, whatever premium channel that is, I mean, you are a super freak" – The flatmate spoke and burst in anxious laughter.
"You talked about a lot of stuff that suggested you want to get involved with it; you actually seem to love pussy more than guys" – She further explained.
Hearing the words so casually from her friend shook Taylor. She never considered having to explain that side of her to anyone. Worst of all, she never even had words for herself that perfectly explained why she was interested in everything she did through that second account.
She always chalked it up to: Does anyone really know why they like what they like? There are so many categories of activities people would consider doing who is anyone to judge? So what, the tastes can range from very mild up to super wild? There is something for everyone, just like musical tastes range from R&B to heavy metal so does food range from sweet to spicy.
But while that may soothe Taylor herself in the afterglows of private orgasms, it does not help her flatmate to better understand.
"Look… Ok" – Taylor paused and finally caved.
"It’s not something I can explain to myself either, but I do it from time to time, and only online though, I can definitely say I never had any real life experiences, or urges for that matter" – Taylor pleaded with honesty for some kind of forgiveness.
"So, you’ve never stayed at home previously and while we’re away smelled our dirty panties?" The ‘Wilson sister’ sarcastically asked.
"Oh no, no, of course not! What?! That was a funny video sent last night in our conversation, I never look that sort of thing up, don’t worry" – Taylor laughed and downplayed the implication.
"Good, because that would be weird… I don’t know why I felt the urge to have to say that" – The flatmate joked, a bit more relaxed but still with a sarcastic undertone.
The girls laughed and let a moment of silence pass by.
"Yeah, so now you know" – Taylor cautiously followed up.
"Your whole life or just recently?" The flatmate asked curiously.
"The interest in…? Well, honestly, for a while but not my entire life" – Taylor explained with the freedom of needing to since the information was out.
"Anyone else know?" Taylor’s flatmate continued.
"No, would be great to keep it that way" – Taylor replied and gave her friend a lingering look of importance. Stressing the need to forget the whole thing happened.
Another silent moment went by, Taylor anxiously waited for her friend to say something again.
"Well, if we’re going to keep it a secret… I came to college and made a pact with myself to find at least one secret lesbian fling even if I didn’t like it. They say all girls should try it once in college, right? And as we just found out, you have been fantasizing about doing some of these lesbian things so… We can help each other out" – The ‘Wilson sister’ awkwardly suggested.
"Are you being serious?" Taylor quickly asked. Still worried, but also slightly turned on by the idea of secrecy and exploration.
"Why not? You don’t find me attractive? You touched yourself last night to some stranger smelling dirty panties from a laundry basket, at least I’m offering something cleaner" – The flatmate joked again.
"What exactly are you offering?" Taylor quipped, surprising herself with the suggestive retort.
The situation seemed diffused and the girls were on good terms again. Taylor’s tension quickly turned into arousal without showing too much of it.
"Ok well, I have been dancing most of the night but, otherwise I’m clean, and our other sister is staying at a guy’s house, we’ll see her tomorrow" – The flatmate suggested.
"But you won’t tell anyone? What if we like it?" Taylor managed to ask, feeling the heat simultaneously.
"Then we’ll do it again. And if we don’t, we won’t" – The flatmate confidently interjected and gave Taylor a look of nervous approval.
"I guess, ok… So, what do you want to do?" Taylor spoke shy and reserved, leaving the ball in her friend’s court.
"I don’t know, let’s see, maybe you can check if you like my panties?" The flatmate suggested.
"The ones you’re wearing now?" Taylor blurted out surprised.
"Yeah, start there and if you like it, do whatever else you want to do" – And as she said it, the flatmate stood up and turned facing Taylor.
She lifted her dress up to around the waist and gently rubbed on herself with one hand. Taylor froze but stared intently.
"I don’t mind shy, but just do it already, please" – The flatmate ordered.
Taylor felt jolted from her shy laughter and abruptly knelt in front of the couch and her friend. She instinctively pressed her nose and mouth on the fabric of the panties and inhaled. Then she did it a few more times, processing her first time experiencing the scent of another woman up close.
Taylor traced the V line around the edges of her friend’s panties and knew exactly how much tongue to let out without completely licking it. Just to tease, as if she had already done it before.
"How is it?" The flatmate suddenly asked.
"Very interesting, actually not bad at all, like a sour candy, I definitely want more" – Taylor said while happily planting kisses on top of the panties. The excitement inside her quickly lit up a craving for more stimuli.
"Maybe I should sit down here, take them off for me" – The flatmate ordered again.
Taylor pulled on the panties and one leg at a time took them off and gave them back to her friend.
The flatmate balled the panties in a fist and sat back in the couch with the legs spread. She looked at Taylor and anticipated more. Taylor followed her instincts again and crawled to a position in between the thighs of the ‘Wilson sister’.
Only that time, Taylor was not facing the fabric of panties but rather the inside of two beautifully juicy lips, a pink slit in between them and a small sweet little bulge in the top. The heavenly aroma that emitted from the wet lips triggered a blind craving in Taylor she never knew she had until that moment.
She dug into it like a person with an appetite. She faked it till she made it and then ate it.
Taylor used her hands to balance on the flatmate’s legs. Her face was right in the middle, soaking up all the crotch juice she could have for free while it lasted.
She felt the syrupy texture with each lick, with a taste she could not precisely put in words. It felt instinctive and familiar though, even with the first initial cringeworthy feelings of making contact there was affinity towards having it.
Taylor envisioned each girl she watched in the videos, how they did it, what mood they set and what the outcome looked like. Her brain analysed her first-time situation but not as strongly as it normally did. 40% of her thoughts were humming to a tightening of her friend’s muscles and the other 60% was looking for different tongue strokes and pressure points within the juicy lips.
"Oh my god, I don’t believe you about the first time, keep eating it like that and I will come" – The flatmate moaned her words with the eyes closed.
Without a single hesitation and with the utmost skill, Taylor instinctively moved one hand closer to the wet slit below her mouth and expertly slipped a finger inside. It motioned the right way on the spongy knob and made her friend curl up in the seat.
What she did not see she felt, the creamy coating that her fingers stuck to flowed out. Taylor closed her eyes, balanced herself again with both hands and lapped up the slit however many last times she could. She felt it was coming to an end. It was so wrong, in all the right ways. It was so salty, in all the sweetest ways.
Moments later, the flatmate’s hands gently pushed her away.
"Wow, that was intense, and great" – The ‘Wilson sister’ said slightly out of breath.
"Yeah" – Taylor replied, smiling back with a naturally happy expression.
The flatmate one more time playfully held the panties by Taylor’s face, inciting a quick reaction, then got dressed. And as if nothing happened, things went back to normal.
"No one can know, and let’s not think about this often, but maybe again sometime" – The flatmate suggested. Taylor agreed, it was a fun thing that happened but unplanned and unnecessary to include a commitment.
The night went by with both checking up on messages in the phone, the episodes resuming on TV and a comfortable silence between the girls.
The experience did not keep Taylor away completely from her second account, but she did reduce the amount of time she spent on it. Real life occurrences became a possibility after that night, and it kept Taylor’s imagination busy in new ways.
Were there more times Taylor hooked up with her flatmate? Most definitely, and she has agreed to provide us with a Follow Up story.
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