Lesbian Locker Room Novels & Stories

I said, rubbing my nose. "We brought you in where it was quieter," Liv said. I looked around. I was in a bedroom, sitting on a couch against the wall, opposite the bed. It was nice and quiet, cool too. It was a good place to sleep. Maybe they would rape me while I was asleep. That would be pleasant, I decided. Did that make me a lesbian? "Are you girls really lesbians?" I asked. "Yes, we are," Liv said, moving closer. I suddenly realized that we were all dressed in nothing but bras and panties.

I squirmed and ran out of the locker room. That was close! I stood at the entrance of the locker room and raise a brow in disbelief as I stared at the sign above. It is tagged 'Male's locker room'. WHY THE FUCK IS THE PAINT AND DESIGN THE SAME? SOMEONE COULD EASILY MISTAKE BOTH OF THEM.

He looked at Jake. "Showers. Five minutes," Braden said. Jake nodded. He finished putting away the last of the clean towels and waited until the last player left. The locker room went quiet. The only sound was the hum of the ventilation system. Jake walked to the showers. They were in the back of the locker room, a big open room with white tile and metal shower heads. There were no doors. No privacy. Just open space where anyone could walk in and see the quarterback getting his dick sucked by a dude.

There was a very large Viking style table similar to Jake’s conference table with 12 chairs but there was room for more. There was a small nook off the kitchen surrounded by windows and a sliding glass door that held a small round table with 6 chairs. No one had spoken but the girls had tears in their eyes. Everyone was just smiling and looking around with the occasional “awesome” or “beautiful”. “Alright now the fun stuff.” She turned to a locked room behind her. She punched in a code into the electronic lock and it sprung open. The room opened to an oasis of a small lap pool, hot tub, and sauna. There were loungers all around the pools and tables as well.

Ha! I just got why the lesbian bar is named the Clam Shell. – Sledge It was Knuckles first night working as a bouncer at the lesbian bar. He stood where the new head bouncer, Sledge, had told him to, and had to admit, it was a good spot to see the majority of the place. The main bar was a large semicircular white granite with multi colored lights flashing against it in rhythm with the music. There were two male and three female bartenders behind the large bar. They all wore leather pants and matching leather vests. The women’s were zipped about halfway while the men’s hung open.

Female slaves were well used at the club. There was a wash basin and a stack of towels in the locker room. Master soaked a towel in some warm water and tenderly wiped Lisa's face and groin of the huge mess, cleaning her as well as he could. We had nothing to wear, we were naked slaves. Master turned in his receipt and received his phone back.

“Yeah, and I still left. But looking at you now, all wet from the shower, I think today is different.” Fear mixed with something hotter in my chest. I tried to push past her but she was still stronger than me, still the same solid stud who used to pin me down in bed like it was nothing. She had me on the wooden bench in the locker room before I could get away. One of her friends held up a phone and started recording. Another girl helped Megan strap the thick pink dildo onto her hips so the strap-on cock stuck out hard and ready. The other girls in the room went quiet and watched. A few of them slid their hands between their legs and started touching themselves while they stared at us.

I quickly open the girls locker room door and slide in as I hear Mark tackle Wren and Mitch cussing them out left and right. As I walk further into the locker room I notice it's almost empty except for 3 girls finishing getting ready . One dirty blonde who was tying up her shoes, a brown haired girl putting her hair up in a messy bun while the third girl, another brunette, was fixing her really large tits in her shirt. "Are you guys done yet we are already late" said the blonde "I'm done just waiting on Rachel to wrangle in her girls" the taller brunette said with a smirk "Oh shut up you two! It's not my fault the girls don't want to cooperate today" the girl who I now know as Rachel says ba

Hearing the noise from the bedroom, Lupe remarked, "Sounds like the warden and your mom are having some fun. We were wondering if you were lonely and wanted some company?" "Yes, I am glad to see both of you. It is weird listening to my mother having sex with the warden." When Jill set her glass on the table, Rose took hold of her hand and placed it on her ample breasts. Lupe guided the girl's other hand to her caramel mounds and Jill felt her frame tingle and flush. The prison guards played with the American girl's tits and pussy until she could stand it no longer and invited them both to her bedroom. Mother and daughter once again experienced the bliss of lesbian sex.

My dating debacles seemed to bring all the women in my life together. Somehow, through no fault of my own, Veronica, Trish, Beck, Stella, and Roxie had all formed an alliance against my sexuality. One would think lesbians would welcome other women into their tribe, encourage them to explore the nether lips, embrace the love of estrogen-not my friends. The more time I spent with them, the closer we all became, which was great, except they'd united in a plight to return me to the heterosexual dating pool. I felt cheated, unwanted. I threatened to call the LGBTQ Human Alliance about their discrimination, to which they all found great humor.