Eighteen-year-old Natasha Natoli was a very nasty young lady.

However, calling her a lady was a step or two above what she was. In actuality, she was a bitch.

Moreover, this was before she had ever had sex with anyone other than herself, When Natasha was twelve, she had found the joys of Internet sex. At first, it was just the regular hard-core sites, but as time passed she focused on the lesbian sites. She was learning that she was a dominant lesbian and that she would become one of the foulest ever. In particular, she liked the website lesbianfetishes.com.

A little about Natasha, she was a raven-haired sexpot with a stunning body for a 18-year-old. A 36C chest, sculpted abdomen, long, tan and sexy legs, she looked much older than her 18 years. And her sexual attitude was much older as well.

She eventually was very focused on the tales and photos of domination of older women by teens and young women. She really got off in masturbating herself thinking about a middle-aged woman worshipping her beautiful body and snatch. Moreover, she started to focus on the really nasty stories by Karen in which women used other women as toilets for their piss and shit. The thought of shitting in another, older woman's mouth while the older woman orgasmed from the experience would throw her into an orgasm at every turn. She decided she couldn't wait for something to happen and so she was going to make it happen.

She dutifully researched the nastiest potential lesbian bars in her hometown of San Francisco and settled on one called The Litter Box. An appropriate name, she thought, for what I intend to do there with some of these older cunts. She had already developed a philosophy about the sluts she was about to enslave to her particular brand of perversity.

'I'm going to treat them as worthless pieces of shit, worthless whores who only exist to serve me in any sexual deviation I can think of. I couldn't give a shit about their wishes, desires, hopes or dreams. They'll fall in love with me and I won't care at all. I don't care what happens to them as long as they worship my glorious body and everything that comes out of it.'

Natasha settled on a Friday night, she was secretly hoping to spend the entire weekend abusing some poor older slob of a slut. She made up a story about spending the night with a friend and kissed her mother goodbye. Natasha had a passing thought as her Mom kissed her that she might one day turn her mother into one of her sluts. Her Mom, at 38, was still a good-looking babe and would make a fine addition to a stable of slut whores.

Natasha went to the garage and changed into her 'working' outfit. She wore a micro, vinyl skirt that barely covered her black-haired bush, net stockings held up with garters. She threw on a raincoat over the top and headed for the bus stop. She had lined it up to take the 35 bus that stopped a block from the lesbo bar. She had read, she thought as she rode the bus, that the nastiest, most perverted lesbos in the Bay Area frequented the bar, looking for a femme-domme scene to spice up their lives.

By the time the bus stopped, she realized her panties were soaked from her juicing in her overheated twat. She got off the bus and walked toward the bar, full of confidence even though it wasn't even legal for her to enter. She stepped into a small alleyway and ripped off the raincoat made of light plastic and stowed it in her purse. She also removed her panties, thinking, 'I won't be needing these in there and they are soaked.'

Natasha boldly moved through the front door, half-expecting to be carded and thrown out, but her makeup, body and outfit pretty much fooled everyone. The diesel dyke bartender/part owner had one passing thought of carding the young beauty, but then thought 'What the hell, she's the kind of pussy that draws these older whores in here. I'll just let it go and face any consequences.'

Getting by the first test, Natasha walked to the bar, hiked her boot up on the rung of a bar stool and ordered a gin and tonic. The bull dyke bartender put the drink down and said 'Welcome sweetie, you're new here aren't you?'. Natasha didn't blink as she said 'Yes, it's my first time here, but I hope to become a regular. I understand some of the most worthless piece of shit whores come in here for action. If you know any that want the total perversity experience, send them my way, I can dish it out.' The bull dyke, whose name was Nell, was hit pretty hard by the ferocity of the young tart's language, but she had heard worse, not very often though.

'Well,' Nell said, 'there are some gals who come in here looking for that type of treatment. In fact, Alice Burns over there is one of them.' Natasha followed Nell's gaze to find it led to a dirty-blonde-haired women in her mid forties and who still held up pretty well. Nell caught Alice's eye and crooked a finger toward her. Alice came over in a bit of a hurry.

Up close, Natasha could see that Alice had been around the block, but her makeup still allowed her pretty face to show through. Alice looked like she was carrying an extra 19-20 pounds, but other than that was a fairly decent looker.

As Alice arrived, Nell said, 'Hey Alice sweetie, meet Natasha. I think she's got the stuff you want.' Alice coolly appraised the gorgeous young hottie and said, 'Pleased to meet you Natasha.' While those niceties were going on, Natasha was lighting up a menthol long cigarette and she inhaled and then blew the smoke directly into Alice's face.

Alice said, 'Thank you mistress.'

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