Chapter One: My Friend Diane's Story free porn video

This is a story about a friend of mine whom I knew in England. 

Diane was quite a bit older than me. We had met and were introduced by other lesbians at the social club we belonged to. After my discharge from the Service, I wanted to stay in London because of the many friends I’d made there. She had her own two bed room flat, and I was invited to stay there, sharing in the expenses.

We had much in common, we both had very strict upbringings. Whereas I was passive by nature, she had a very assertive personality. We both had our first sexual experiences with older women.

Diane was born into a very wealthy family in 1917, her father was a banker. Both her parents were very strict conservative types, and she was expected to excel in everything she did. Unfortunately as hard as she tried, she could not meet their expectations. She just had average intelligence, and had to struggle to just pass her school exams. Her brothers and sisters seemed to have the brains to excel in school, but not her.

In order to just squeeze through in school, she was made to spent hours doing home work. Even then her marks were just above average. She was subjected to lots of discipline, with spankings and being sent to her room for even the slightest reasons. Obviously he was a disappointment to her parents.

She was a tough lady, by the time she was in her teens was used to the beatings. She said, “I’d been spanked so often that it didn’t bother me anymore, I could take it. In fact there were times I’d deliberately provoke my parents, in order to be sent to my room. There I could lie on my bed and fantasise, and even dreamed of running away. I suppose I had masochistic tendencies,” she told me with a laugh. At least she managed to get her ‘O’ levels in the English education system. Finally her parents accepted the fact that she was not going to make it to university, and allowed her to quit school.

By this time she was sixteen and was expected to find a job. But she had no real skills, other than being able to type at a reasonable rate. Each day she was expected to go job hunting, but in those days in the mid thirties jobs were scarce. She tended to gravitate towards a railway station, where there were lots of shops. Under the main line station was another for the underground system, that Londoners called ‘the Tube’? This is where lots of commuters, travelling between their homes and jobs in the city. This made it seem like a lively place, just like the malls of today.

As well as lots of shops there was no real restaurant there, just a canteen where people could buy refreshment and sandwiches. Also there was a large waiting room, where there was a large fireplace to provide heat on cold days.

She spent lots of time there rather than going home, where she was often subjected to criticism from her family. She particularly enjoyed the rush hour, watching the passengers. So many people mingling about, it seemed to make it a lively place to be. Also too sometimes some man would strike up a conversation with her, and perhaps buy her a sandwich and cup of tea. Of course lots of them would hope she would show some appreciation for their generosity, and invite her to join them somewhere private. She was also often offered money for sex, she declined and managed to hold onto her virginity.

It was there where she met Allyson, the lady who was to have a great deal of influence in her life. It was during rush hour, when the place was a hive of activity. She had a need to use the toilet, and went to the ladies in the station. It was also very busy, with a line up of women waiting to get a stall. One of the stalls did not have a door, it had been ripped off by vandals. Still it was used and while waiting, Diane couldn’t help but look at the lady sitting on the toilet.

For some reason to her it seemed most embarrassing, to see another woman do her business. Yet she couldn’t help but stare at her. The lady was sitting there she said, skirt up around her waist, and her drawers around her knees relieving herself. Diane did not realise she was staring, and when they made eye contact the woman smiled at her. At that she forced herself to look away, and then a few moments later another stall became available. Quickly she got in and closed the door, and was able to drop her own drawers and sit down and relieve herself.

She felt silly being embarrassed at what she saw, but in England using a toilet is a very personal thing. Returning to the station Diane went into the waiting room, where she found a seat near the fireplace. The room was quite full of travellers, where she enjoyed just sitting there and watching others.

She was aware of a woman taking the seat next to her, and the lady said, “Hello,” and made a comment about the weather. Looking round at her, Diane saw it was the woman she had seen using the toilet. She felt awkward and replied in kind, not knowing what else to say.

The lady asked where she was travelling to, she did not seem to be bothered by the fact that Diane had watched her use the toilet. She answered the woman honestly, telling her she wasn’t travelling anywhere, that she just enjoyed the atmosphere.

The lady explained she used the underground to go home, and had to change trains for another line. As nature had called, she had come up to use the toilet. She did not say why she came into the waiting room, instead of going back downstairs. Finally she invited Diane to join her for a cup of tea in the canteen, after which she said her goodbye and left to catch her train.

Diane admitted she missed her once she had left, as she found her to be nice and friendly. She made a point to be at the station at rush hour, hoping to see her again. Two days later her wait was not in vain, the lady dropped in again and seeing her came over and said hello.

Over tea and sandwiches they talked again, and now Diane opened up more about why she was there. Allyson was quite sympathetic, and said she might be able to help her get a job. She told Diane she was a supervisor in a large department store, and might be able to get her a job. She went on to say they had quite a turnover of sales people, but it would be a start for her.

Now they arranged to meet again at the railway station each evening, and the next time Allyson brought her an application. She also helped her fill it in, telling her what to say. How she enjoyed people, and hoping to make a career with a major corporation etc...

Well she got the interview with the manager of the store, a man whose name was Mr. Walker. She thought she was after a job as a sales clerk, and was surprised when she was offered a job in the office. Apparently the woman, who did their typing, had given her notice and was quitting. This was a stroke of luck for Diane, as typing was one thing she was not bad at. Also it meant she only worked half day on Saturdays, where as the sales girls had to work till closing at six.

She liked this as it meant working closely with Allyson, who as a supervisor was there to help her settle in. Their friendship grew and they began socialising together, after work on occasion they would sometimes take in a movie. Saturday afternoons they would go shopping together, browsing other ladies shops for clothes. They would try on clothes, look at the latest fashions even though she couldn’t afford to buy much.

Although she occasionally would meet a man who would ask her for a date, Diane usually declined as she was happy to have Allyson for a friend. In those days, the mid to late thirties, sex was not something ladies talked about or took part in. After all society expected ladies to be seen and not heard, and to ‘keep’ themselves for marriage.

The office was on the second floor above the store, and after a few weeks on the job Diane found Mr. Walker to be very demanding. She didn’t mind really, as Allyson was there as a buffer between them. However she did notice that Allyson was very condescending, and felt the manager was rather ignorant towards her on occasion.

She mentioned this to Allyson who just smiled and passed it off, “You know men how they like to think they’re important, that if he wasn’t here the store would just collapse.”

Diane’s intuition told her there was something not right about this, but it was none of her concern really. Only she felt her friend should have been treated with more respect, after all she had been in their employ for almost twelve years.

After work the employees were given just fifteen minutes to leave the store. The supervisors were responsible to ensure each employee under them left in time, and then they were to cash in moneys collected for the day.

Allyson was the senior supervisor, and it was her responsibility to verify the money turned in matched the sales for each department. As a result she was usually the very last person to leave, and lock the store for the day. When she and Diane were to meet after work for any reason, Diane would wait for her in the staff room by the employee’s entrance, and when Allyson she was finished they would leave together.

Mr. Walker seldom visited the staff room, as he would leave by a private door. So there was no reason for him to be aware that anyone would be there after closing hours. That’s when he would be at his most demanding, thinking everyone had gone home. Sometimes Diane could hear him shouting at Allyson, and she in turn would be pleading with him. Other times he would be flirting with her, making comments on her appearance or dress. Never the less she was getting curious, and was starting to pay more attention to what was going on. She would quiz Allyson about it, but she would tell her to just keep quiet so Mr. Walker wasn’t aware that she was still in the building.

Sometimes Diane would hear sort of muffled noises between them, but stayed in the staff room as was expected of her. Most nights it would not even be more than half an hour, and occasionally it would be longer. Then Allyson would collect her and they would leave work together.

Diane’s curiosity got the better of her after a while, once the others had left she would wander over to the stairs. There she would try to listen to what was being said, and usually it was Mr. Walker’s voice and it was not always complementary. One night there were other noises she couldn’t identify, so finally decided to tip toe back upstairs to see what was going on. The office was empty and the door to the manager’s office was open, and that’s where the sounds were coming from.

His secretary’s desk was outside his office door, and silently Diane snuck up there and waited for a moment. The sounds and comments Diane heard were as she put it, “In appropriate.” Peeking around the doorway she soon realised why, Allyson was bent over his desk. Her drawers were down around her feet, and his trousers around his feet as he was engaged in fucking her from behind.

Diane was mesmerised watching as he had one hand on her hips, and slapping her bare bottom with his other. She could clearly hear him slapping her flesh, as he thrust his manhood in and out of her. Allyson in turn was moaning and making ooh and ahh sounds, and wiggling her arse like she was enjoying it.

Diane got aroused watching them, and felt her own pussy get wet with envy. Suddenly he stopped moving and gripped her tight, then a few minutes later pulled out of her. For a few minutes Allyson didn’t move and was still bent over the desk. Diane had a bird’s eye view of her bare arse, the back of her legs and the seams of her stocking that were held up with garters. For some reason it was a sight that intrigued her, more so than watching the manager pull up his trousers and start to button them. At this she crept back downstairs to wait for Allyson in the staff room.

After they left and headed to the theatre, to see the movie they had planned on seeing. Diane was dying to find out what was going on between her friend and their manager. She worried about what her friend would say if she knew she had seen her, would they still be friends?

Diane knew nothing about sex really, there was no such thing as sex education in those days. Sure she had her own feelings, and enjoyed masturbating to relieve them. She could only imagine what it would be like, never even seen a picture of a man’s cock. Now she had at least seen Mr. Walkers arse, but from the angle couldn’t see anything else. She was dying to quiz Allyson about it, but was still too shy to say anything.

After that on other nights after the staff had left, Diane would creep over to the stairs to listen. It wasn’t every night but a couple of nights later, when she heard the tell tale signs again. This time she could hear what Mr. Walker saying, and it wasn’t very nice. He was calling Allyson names, calling her a stupid bitch and a whore etc... She could hear Allyson pleading with him, agreeing she was a trollop and he was too good for her. She said she would do anything to keep her job, and that he was a nice man and she deserved to be treated like dirt.

Kicking off her shoes, Diane crept up the stairs till she could see over the top step. Mr. Walker had her by the hair, and was shaking her and dragged her into his office. Now Diane got up behind the secretary’s desk, and positioned herself so she could see into the room.

Mr. Walker sat in a chair and pulled Allyson over his knees, she in turn struggled as he seemed to hold her firmly with one hand, and with the other lifted up her skirt and pulled down her drawers. Now he spanked her on her bare bum, and not just light smacks but good hard ones. She in turn shrieked, her legs kicking and her arms flailing.

Between her cries she called out to him, promising to be good and how she deserved to be punished. Once he was finished striking her, he stood up suddenly and undid his trouser fly. He dropped his trousers and shorts down, and for the first time Diane saw a man’s organ. She said it stuck out like a pole from a forest of hair.

Reaching down he grabbed Allyson by her hair again, she was sobbing as he made her bend her over his desk. Now it was like Diane saw the last time, as he was shagging her he kept slapping her arse. Once it was over Diane crept back downstairs, hn quietly left for the night.

Diane was troubled by what she saw, she knew that it was a man’s world. Not only that but Mr. Walker was the manager, and the reality was if she didn’t give in to his wants, he would replace her with someone who would. What troubled her about it was, why did he have to be so mean to her? Why did he have to beat her like he did?

The next day Diane didn’t know how to react to Allyson, or what to say. She felt if she said anything to her about what she saw, it would only cause further grief. For her part Allyson seemed to be her old self, carrying out her duties as normal. This didn’t really help Diane, who felt she should say something, some words of comfort or understanding.

Diane’s discomfort was noticed by Allyson, who in turn didn’t understand what was troubling her. She felt whatever it was personal, and felt it better to just let her get over whatever was troubling her. On the Saturday morning, Allyson invited Diane to go shopping with her. It was something they had often done after leaving work, so there was nothing unusual about her request.

Diane agreed to go out with her, although she was still troubled by what she had witnessed. She felt it best to be honest with Allyson, and was willing to offer her what little comfort she could. At least she felt that was better than trying to keep her secret, and pretending all was well.

They went to a cafe to grab some lunch, as it was too far for Diane to go home then get back to go shopping. Diane remained silent and just picked at her food, till Allyson finally asked her what was troubling her. Without looking at her Diane blurted out, “I saw what Mr. Walker did to you last Wednesday.”

Allyson was stunned by this confession, and just stared at her. Not knowing what to say glanced around the room, relieved to see that there was no one within earshot. She kept quiet for a few minutes, not knowing how to reply.

Diane went on to say something, but Allyson shushed her whispering, “This is not to place to speak of these things.”

“Why did he have to be so mean to you?”

“I told you this is not the place to talk about what happened,” she said rather angrily. “If you must know come with me.” And at that she got up and after paying the bill, left the cafe with Diane following her.

Diane was sorry for what she’d said, she hadn’t meant to be critical. She just wanted her friend to know she would be there for her, that she could be trusted to keep her secret.

Allyson didn’t live far from where they were, just a short ride on the tube. Less than half an hour later, they were in her house. Nothing was said in the meantime, once inside Allyson hung up their coats, and then got the fire lit and went and sat next to Diane on her sofa.

“What did you see?” Allyson asked.

Diane told her everything, how she had seen them before. And how she watched and listened, and then crept up to watch what Mr. Walker did to her. She felt scared not knowing how her friend would react, but felt it was better to tell her everything.

Allyson took her hand and held it as she went on. “It was not as bad as you think, it’s like a game we play. He pretends to be upset with me for some reason, and I in turn plead and beg him in order to keep my job.”

“But the way he struck you, not once but lots of times. I could tell from the smacks they were really hard ones, and I saw your bum was red after he bent you over his desk.”

“Yes and I loved every one of them,” Allyson said with a smile. “I love a good spanking, the pain turns to pleasure for me,”

“It does?” Diane said astonished.

“Yes it’s like I enter another world, a world where the pain turns to bliss. It excites Mr. Walker too, that way we both enjoy really a good shagging.”

Diane couldn’t think of what to say, she just sat there stunned by her confession. In a way what she heard kind of excited her, she was glad to hear her friend was not really being abused. “Do you love him,” she blurted out.

“Good heavens no,” Allyson said with a smile, “After all he’s the boss. If I didn’t cater to him he’d get rid of me, and give my job to somebody who would.”

“So you give in to him to keep your job,” Diane said sounding astonished.

“You’re just entering the workforce dear,” Allyson said again with a smile. “You will learn soon enough it’s a man’s world, and better to live in it and get what you can out of it.”

They talked some more and the fire was burning brightly, giving a nice warmth to the room. Both women were now relaxed, and Diane felt better after hearing her friends explanation. Allyson was still holding her hand, by now she had felt her relax.

Still holding her hand, Allyson placed her other arm around Diane’s shoulders giving her a hug. Now their faces were just inches apart as she whispered, “I’m glad you care, I love you and will not keep any secrets from you.”

Diane was thrilled to hear that, feelings that were buried deep inside her suddenly seemed to surface. She just looked into her friends eyes, she saw they were shining with happiness. Instinctively she placed an arm around Allyson’s shoulders, “I have feelings for you too,” she whispered back.

Now Allyson place her cheek alongside Diane’s as she hugged her, Diane felt her breath on her ear and hugged her back. Suddenly it was like flood gates had opened, and they kissed one another. Not the kiss between friends, but the meaningful kisses lovers give one another. They kept it up for quite some time, long passionate tongue searching kisses.

Allyson brought her hand round to caress her breast, the touch electrified her, bringing her body alive in response. Diane wanted more, and was happy to have her friend take the lead.

Diane had often thought about when the time would come, when she would let herself give in to her sexual feelings. She had assumed it would be with a man, not another woman. She couldn’t help herself, it just felt so good. Her body came alive with passion, she felt the wetness grow between her legs. Now Allyson had her hand on her breast, she let out a slight moan and moved her body to better accommodate her searching hand.

Reading her body signals, Allyson began undoing the buttons on Diane’s blouse. They kept kissing hungrily as she now began to stroke her bare throat and upper breasts. In one movement Diane leaned back on the cushions, as Allyson leaned down to kiss her lovely tits. She licked and stroked them with her tongue, over and around her mounds. Diane placed a hand behind her head and whispered, “Please.”

Feeling her urgency Allyson popped Diane’s tits out of her Basque, she was now free to suck and tease her rock hard nipples. Diane’s hands were running up and around her lovers back, she wanted to do more but it was too awkward. Happy to have Allyson make love to her, she pressed her legs apart.

Allyson was experienced and in no rush, she knew the importance of making love slowly. Encouraged by Diane’s moans and whisperings of love, she continued to kiss and suck her rock hard nipples. Now she moved a hand down to pull up the hem of Diane’s skirt, and placed it on her knee. She felt the smoothness of her nylons, then moving up found the edge of her drawers. She caressed her thigh up and down slowly, each time getting closer to the valley between her legs.

Diane was now gripping her tight and whispering, “Please.” Allyson pleased by the signals Diane was giving off, continued to take her time. At last her hand reached as far up her leg as it would go, and she felt the wetness in the crotch of her drawers. Her fingers felt her labia’s through the materials, and lightly she traced them up and down.

Suddenly Diane gripped her tight and let out a cry, Allyson stopped all movement for a moment. She felt Diane stiffen, and moved her head to kiss her lips. She gave her a few moments to let her enjoy her orgasm. Once she felt Diane relax, she broke it off and looked into her eyes. What she saw was pure pleasure, the happiness reflected in her eyes.

She was pleased at Diane’s reaction, over the past few months she had fallen in love with her. Now she was thrilled to be able to please her sexually. She knew Diane was a virgin, and had been concerned as to how she might have reacted to her advances. She felt pleased Diane had seen her with Mr. Walker, as it had opened the door to their love making.

These were fleeting thoughts Allyson had for a few moments, and now happy continued making love to her. She felt her pussy again through her juice soaked drawers, now bolder as she pressed the material into her crack.

Diane for her part had never felt such pleasure before, as often as she’d masturbated almost every day. Now not only was her orgasm more powerful, but the added pleasure of having someone she loved doing it to her. She now lifted one leg and placed it over Allyson’s back, loving the feelings her exploring hand produced. She just wished it was on her bare cunt, and not through her drawers. Within a few minutes her lover brought her to the peak again, and felt the surge of pleasure again that her fingers had induced.

Once it subsided Allyson sat up, Diane ran her hand over Allyson’s breasts. Smiling at one another there was no need for words as they communicated with their eyes. Allyson herself was more than ready to receive some pleasure, and read Diane’s willingness to continue.

Getting off the sofa she took Diane’s hand and said, “Come.’ Diane got up and still holding hands, Allyson led her to her bedroom. There she removed Diane’s blouse altogether, followed by her skirt. Now Allyson turned her back to Diane and said, “Unzip me.” Nervous and excited Diane reached for Allyson’s zipper, and after undoing her dress helped her out of it.

Allyson was thrilled to find her partner now willing to go further. Next she removed Diane’s drawers, and took a moment to note her stockings were held up with rubber bands. Amused at how she noticed little things like that. She stood facing Diane now, as if to see what she would do. Diane saw Allyson was wearing much prettier drawers than hers, the material was much smoother and the leg openings were trimmed with lace. Timidly reached out and pulled them down, only they were caught around Allyson’s feet.

Allyson lifted a leg trying to free it, and Diane for a moment wasn’t sure what to do. She got down on one knee, and Allyson placed a hand on top of Diane’s head to steady herself. She removed her foot, then she lifted her other leg so Diane could repeat the process.

Now for the first time Diane saw a close up of her pussy. The lips were open and it was shining from her juices, framed by her corset and its garter straps. Looking up into Allyson’s eyes, she saw the pleasure shining there. Allyson helped her up, and then turned her around to unzip her Basque and remove it.

She in turn reached for the zipper on Allyson’s corset and undid it, then dropped to one knee to undo the garter straps. Now she removed the corset, and they could look at one another’ bodies. Each was thrilled by what they saw, they both had well developed physics. Diane’s eighteen year old body had firm breasts, slim hips and nicely curved hips. Allyson perhaps about ten years older, was perhaps a few pounds heavier, still it was in proportion. Each was pleased with what they saw in each other.

Now Allyson reached for Diane, and pulling her to her they embraced. Pressing their tits against one another, they loved running their hands over each other’s nakedness. They moved onto the bed, lying on their sides as they continued to explore each other’s bodies.

Allyson broke off and leaned over gently pushing Diane onto her back. Now on her knees she was free to pleasure Diane with both hands, and to see the pleasure in her eyes. With such light strokes of her fingertips, Allyson worked the magic from her neck down to her waist. Her hands pleased her tits, her nipples were rock hard and she wanted Allyson to touch them.

Allyson deliberately made her wait, knowing the effect her teasing was having on her. Then she finally leaned down and placed her lips over a nipple, and gently nibbled on it with her teeth. Diane arched her back and pressed her tits together. Now Allyson licked, sucked and nibbled on them, first one then the other. Diane placed her hands on her lovers head, as if to direct her from one tit to the other.

Diane was writhing and moaning, then suddenly let out a cry that announced her orgasm. Allyson gave her a moment to enjoy the feelings flooding through her body. She could see the love and pleasure in her eyes, and it excited her to know she was pleasing her lover.

Diane felt it was her turn to please her lover, but Allyson wasn’t finished. Now she moved to kneel between Diane’s legs, and then with her hands on either side of her again gave her a long French kiss. Breaking off she moved to kiss her neck, then began licking her way down. Diane was amazed as she watched her, she licked each tit and continued on to reach her belly button.

Moving her knees down so she could lie down, Allyson made eye contact with Diane. Now she moved her hands under her thighs, holding her by the waist as she licked and teased the belly button. After a few moments, she continued to lick down into her pubic hair. Diane was holding Allyson’s head, until she felt her tongue touch her clit. Unable to control her emotions, Diane let out a cry of pleasure.

Allyson with her arms under Diane’s thighs placed her hands on her tummy. Diane in turn placed her hands under her own knees, lifting up to present her pussy to Allyson’s searching tongue. Allyson ran her tongue over her labia’s, pressing it between them to taste her juices. Diane’s cries of pleasure were egging Allyson on to do more. She licked and sucked her pussy, even nibbling on her clit at times. The orgasms flowed out one after another, until finally Allyson stopped and got up.

Crawling up beside her, Allyson now took her lover in her arms. Nothing was said as they looked into each other’s eyes, smiling and hugging one another.

After they rested, Diane now felt confident enough to take the initiative, and began French kissing Allyson. Knowing how Allyson had pleasured her, she began to give her much needed joy.

Afterwards Diane had to get up to go home, by this time it was after five o’clock and her mother would be expecting her home for supper. Once she was dressed and had her coat on, they stood inside Allyson’s door for a few minutes.

“Thank you,” Allyson said smiling, “I hope you enjoyed yourself.”

“Oh I did I did,” Diane answered her, “You gave me such incredible feelings I never knew was possible. Perhaps you can teach me how to love you more?”

Pleased with her response, Allyson took her hand and kissed it. Now smiling and looking into her eyes said, “I will every chance I get.”

On impulse Diane asked, “Can I come by tomorrow?”

“Of course,” Allyson replied, “I’ll be home all day.”

With that Diane left to go home, on the underground train she reminisced about her experiences. She recalled how her body had come alive and amazed at her reactions as a result. “If only she had a cock” she mused. Now she felt more than ready to explore sex with a man. If it was that good with a woman she mused, it must be that much more satisfying with a man she thought.

She couldn’t help but grin to herself, and looked at other female passengers. She wondered if any of them had experienced sex with another woman. Were the single women still virgins? After all this was the mid thirties, it was a society thing in those days. Men could sow their wild oats, but women were supposed to save themselves for marriage. Women who gave into their feelings before marriage, were considered tramps or trollops and looked down upon. Pity those who were unfortunate enough to get pregnant, as it could not be hidden.

She had a boyfriend at the time too, a man just a couple of years older than herself. Of course he often tried to feel her body parts when they were smooching, but so far she had managed to hold him off. Yes she felt the urges to let him get under her clothes, but for some reason didn’t feel it was right just yet.

Perhaps it was because her parents knew him, and they were friends with his family as well. Diane had so many questions she wanted to discuss with Allyson, she could hardly wait for the next day so they could be together again. Little did Diane realise she had taken the first steps in becoming a sexaholic.