The best kind of lesbian is one like you, who'll bring her friend to a 'threesome' and then just hold her down/keep her compliant while she gets introduced to cock.
Watching her whimper and feeling her squirm against you as you keep her pinned (as if she could fight him off anyway), telling her it'll be ok, good girls are MEANT to cum like this.
Knowing a true dyke breaking takes time, and you'll be bringing her back here until you don't need to drag her by the hair.
Watching him finish inside her and not even bother with you, except to wipe himself clean on your skin. Tonight is about breaking this bitch, you're only still here for clean-up. He's already had his way with you enough to know you're a lesbian in name only.
All in all, I praise you for being one of the few dykes with value beyond the fun of fixing them, good girl. -SD
As per my usual custom, I've held onto this ask for a while before posting because oh my goodness... It's so hot. Thank you so much for this.
It's a special sort of value to bring to the table, being able to lure in more fresh faces. The perfect girls are a specific type of nervous, too afraid to put themselves out there for men but so, so very curious. Their eyes linger just a second too long on him, a morbid fascination. Nothing like the softness she's used to craving, a different sort of hunger altogether. It's scary, I understand. That's where I come in with some gentle coaxing, wouldn't it be interesting to try it? I'll be right there. He does like to watch. She doesn't have to do anything with him, of course. I know him so well, and he's just so trustworthy. I'm just being an honest friend, by sharing.
It's true enough at first. I make it very good, get her absolutely dripping in preparation for what will surely be a stretch either way. It's the only time I touch a girl nowadays - in service to men. It is so very fun to watch it dawn on her, to see the struggle begin. Poor baby. She doesn't know what she wants, and I'm quick to remind her that this is what she really wanted. This is what she's made for, and her body knows it. Eventually, she's exhausted enough from fighting to seek comfort where she can, and I'm right there. A guiding light in this darkness.
That's when the worst part starts. When it starts to feel good, and she's crying with shame as her body betrays her.
It's the perfect vision for him to fill her up with. Another specific humiliation that will stick with her. Meanwhile, I am thrilled to be of service, even if it's just as a cockwipe, thanking him eagerly. It hardly gets any acknowledgement. I'm far past his preferred type, freshly broken and shaking with tears. She'll still be his favourite for weeks now, as I bring her back again and again, until she's begging you for it. It's a service I'm happy to provide for even a scrap of attention <3