Peer Review, Session One, Recording Three

by Tritium

"Let's do something else." Sam fidgeted in her seat, as she was getting quite uncomfortable.

The woman was surprised by the girl's request. "What did you have in mind?" She set aside her paper work as she considered deviating from the format.

"I've been doing all the talking. Besides getting certain sexual favors from my girlfriend for cooperating, I'm not getting much out of this. Your getting your interview for your study, and a little more." Her tone was not sassy.

"Maybe we should continue this discussion, on the record. Is that ok?" The woman waited for a response. Sam only nodded, which the woman could barely make out. She ultimately started the recorder. "Jane Doe Two, Interview one, Time now nine-twenty PM. Jane, you asked me to do something else. You wanted, If I understand correctly, to ask me questions?"

"Yeah. I have been doing all the talking." She repeated, in a robotic tone. "I'm not getting anything out of this. You are, and more than just material for your study."

"What do you mean?" The woman asked curiously. She knew that she was caught, but did not let that be known in her voice.

"You were touching yourself. I could see when a car passed." The two fell silent for a few minutes. "Did you enjoy my story?" Sam broke the silence, and hoped that the woman would break from her shell.

"I did." She cleared her throat. "I found it quite erotic."

"Did you find any other, um, subject's, interviews erotic?"

"To be honest, most of the interviews I have conducted were boys, or..." She stopped a moment, to consider her words. "...Fake lesbians."

"What do you mean by fake lesbian?"

"Uh, um. Fake lesbians are teen girls who, not through self discovery, but by trend, or to piss off their parents, decided to date another girl." She squirms in her chair a bit. "I mean, there are some girls that are lesbians, and need that kind of free license to explore their own sexuality to discover that they are, indeed, lesbians. But most of these girls are just sluts. They change sex partners and their proclaimed sexual orientation almost monthly."

"I've met some in school. I slept with a lot of them too." She interjected. "But were there any other interviews you found as erotic as mine?"

"I did. It was another Jane Doe. I can't tell you what she told me though." She wanted to tell her though. Thinking of that story made her soak the chair with more of her arousal.

Sam frowned a little to herself. She wanted to hear what made this woman hot, partly so she could pick more interesting stories, and partly for her own gratification. The situation was salvageable to her, though. "How did the story make you feel?"

"I felt perverted. I felt dirty. I feel dirty." She emphasized the last statement. "The story wasn't superficial. There was real passion between Jane and her partner. Some of the story's content really resonated with me, too."

"Can you tell me what that was, without giving the details of the story?" Sam started to get much more interested in the woman. She hoped that it was nothing mundane, nothing that she thought of as 'everyday', pedestrian, things that normal girls do... things that normal lesbian teenage girls, who broadcast their sexuality, do, at least.

The woman paused for a long moment, considering what she was telling a fourteen year old girl, and her colleagues via the recording. "The story featured bestiality and sexual domination."

"Wow." Sam thought for a second. She was sure that the other Jane Doe in question was her girlfriend. She was not about to tell the woman. She was a little disappointed, though. She would not be able to tell that story without giving that little piece of information to the woman. She would hold on to that for now. "Why did that resonate with you?"

"Maybe we should stop the recorder." The woman was getting more uncomfortable with the way the interview had turned.

"Why?"

"I, um, don't want my girlfriend to hear this. She is working on the project and would have access to all the materials."

"Well, you already said there is something that you want to hide from your girlfriend, so you will have to edit the recordings to keep that from her anyways. Why not keep the recording going. And trust me, it's better that your girl know what soaks your panties, even if it is weird. You never know, she might be into it too."

"Are you sure you're only fourteen?" The woman was surprised by how logical the girl was.

"I'm asking the questions now." Sam responded in as menacing a movie-villain voice she could manage, followed by a giggle fit.

"You are fourteen." The woman confirmed this fact to herself, though did say aloud. "I lost my virginity, or I should say, my hymen was broken, by my first girlfriend's golden retriever."

"The next series of questions regard specific sexual encounters..." If the interviewer could see her, she would have seen an evil grin on Sam's face.

"I set myself up for this, didn't I? You want to hear about the sex I had with my girlfriend and her dog?" The woman sounded reluctant, and defeated.

"...In explicit detail." The interviewer saw the silhouette of the girl's hands move to her hips, and slide down her legs. The girl held her arm to the side, showing that she was holding her hot pants, and was thus, bottomless.

"It will cost you another smoke." The woman took a cigarette out of the girl's pack, which was still on the table, and lit it. "I was sixteen, and my girlfriend was seventeen." She cleared her throat, leaned back. She took the girl's recent disrobing as permission to touch herself openly, at least for this portion of the interview. She lowered her hand and started to softly stroke her slit. "The dog was three. It was late August, and I had already graduated... I finished school early. She was going to be going back to school in a few weeks, and I was going off to college soon after that. We were spending the month together at my parent's cabin. Mom didn't want to let us stay in the cabin alone, but dad insisted that it would be fine.

"My dad didn't understand what a lesbian is. He still doesn't, really. The concept of same-sex partners escapes him. He isn't a bad man, and he is not the type to judge people on things that are as outwardly trivial as who has sex with whom. He just didn't understand. Mom did understand, and while she didn't ever tell me she had a problem with me being gay, I think she hoped it was a phase, and I would marry a nice boy.

"It was three days till we had to go home. We were girly-tomboys, if that makes sense. We would put on a lot of makeup, wear the latest fashions, dress to the fad of the day, and we would go fishing, and hiking, and she would go hunting. Up until then, we had been enjoying the outdoors during the day, and enjoying each other's bodies at night. She never let the dog into the cabin until that day. She kept her dogs outside most of the time, only letting them in if it was storming out. That morning, a cold front blew in and brought heavy thunder showers with it.

"The cabin had electricity, but we didn't have a TV, and we didn't bring our computers, so we were bored. We had sex after breakfast, nothing too out of the ordinary for us. She tied me to the bed, put my panties in my mouth, and used a strap on dildo to fuck my ass. When she wanted to cum, she took the panties out of my mouth and straddled my face, so I could lick her to orgasm. She would then press a vibrator to my clit, or occasionally lick me to orgasm. We did this, and similar things a few times a day that summer, but that day we committed ourselves to only taking breaks from sex for food."

"Sounds like a fun day..." Sam interjected. She was rubbing herself softly for the first few minutes of the woman's story, but by the time she interrupted, she had pushed her fingers into her cunt, and was steadily fucking herself.

The woman was pinching her clit lightly as she told her story. "It was a fun day." She sighs softly to herself. "For lunch, she had me sit in her lap, and feed her. When she let me eat, she had me on all fours, on the floor, eating from her dog's bowl. That's when he... the dog... took an interest in me. He pushed his snout against my pussy and sniffed at it. He poked me a few times. She didn't have a problem with her dog and I, until I moaned.

"She pulled my head from the bowl by my hair and put it in her lap. My face was pressed against her pussy. She said that I was hers, and I would only moan when she said I could. We had that kind of relationship. I wouldn't have had it any other way. She was my mistress. She told me to please her, and I did. I used my tongue, and pressed it into her hole, my nose was pressed against her clit, which let me stimulate her by shaking my head a little. She ground her pussy against my face aggressively, which made it harder to make her cum, but I think that was the idea. She gave a few commands to her dog apparently, but I wasn't really paying attention to those. I was shocked when I felt his paws on my inner thighs. His cock slammed into me.

"It hurt, but it was the kind of pain that she gave me, a pain that felt good. He wasn't inside me very long. He thrust inside me for only a minute or two before he came. She took much longer to get off. She instructed the dog to fuck me several more times before she took pity, held still, and allowed me to make her cum.

"When we were in school, she liked to watch me pleasure other people. She would have me go down on other girls, and occasionally, if she felt particularly dirty or if she wanted to punish me, she would have me blow a boy. That night she had me pleasure her dog. She held my head in place for the dog to thrust into my mouth. When the dog came again, his cock ballooned at his base. She made sure my mouth was over that bulge when he came. I felt dirty, and perverted. I wasn't humiliated. But most of all I felt intense love for her.

"When we were in bed, or in private, I was hers. I belonged to her. She could do with me, whatever she desired. She never wasted that right. Every time she used me, I loved her more." She sniffles a little. "Outside, it was different. We were equals. In the school halls between classes we would treat each other like we would anyone else. Nothing said or done ever carried over to when we were in private, in that she would never punish me for things I said when we were normal. We kept in touch when we went on to our separate schools, and I still talk to her from time to time. None of my relationships since then have been dominant-submissive."

Sam let out a soft grunt, followed by a low groan. It wasn't loud enough to disturb the woman, but it did indicate to both that Sam had cum.

"I am glad you enjoyed my story. But if you want more, you will have to agree to more sessions. I'm limiting them to one per session"

"You're mean." Sam mumbles to herself a little. "...Fine. I will do more interviews." She sighs. "Can we take another break?" The woman does not respond verbally, she simply turns the recorder off.