I THOUGHT I WAS A LESBIAN UNTIL MY BOSS FORCED ME TO FUCK HIM - Sex Stories

I THOUGHT I WAS A LESBIAN UNTIL MY BOSS FORCED ME TO FUCK HIM

... infatuated. And.... to my great delight.... I discovered that she liked women, too. We seemed drawn to each other right from the start, quickly becoming a couple and spending tons of time together. We did everything together and were basically inseparable.... lounging around naked in our dorm room, playing with each other’s tits and pussies, and driving each other to multiple glorious orgasms whenever we weren’t in class or studying.

One of my favorite things about my relationship with Lydia was that she introduced me to strap-ons, which we incorporated into our love-making just about every time we had sex in our dorm room.

Now, this became my new thing.... I loved it!

As much as I enjoyed getting my nipples sucked, my pussy fingered, and my clit licked and rubbed, I couldn’t get enough of her slamming that strap-on dildo in and out of my cunt.... especially from behind. I had some of my best orgasms on my hands and knees.... with Miranda plowing her strap-on dildo into me from behind, while she squeezed and slapped my heavy tits swinging back and forth beneath me.

After we both graduated, the two of us happily moved in together, sharing a little apartment just outside of Houston. Jobs were scarce at that time, and we struggled to find work... especially at decent wages. We had nearly run through our savings when Lydia landed a job at a cell phone service provider near our apartment. Shortly after that I found work as an accounting assistant at an independent ...

... oil producer in the heart of downtown. Our salaries were actually fairly decent, but rent in the city was pretty high, and we sometimes barely made ends meet at the end of the month.

My job as an accounting assistant wasn’t all that interesting, and... to be honest... I wasn’t very good at it. But, for the most part, it was okay... I liked Glenn, my boss, and most of my co-workers. However, most days I just looked forward to making it to quitting time, so I could get home to Lydia, get undressed, and spread my legs for her.

Glenn was several years older than me.... he was a relatively good looking guy, with an nice build.... and he obviously loved looking at my boobs, since he could barely keep his eyes off them whenever we were near each other. Since I was trying to stay in his good graces, I often dressed with that in mind.... thin, silky blouses or cotton tops that showed off my prominent nipple bumps; short skirts that accentuated my legs and ass; and tight fitting dresses or sweaters.... usually bra-less, and always showing plenty of cleavage.

It seemed to work. He flirted with me constantly.... asking me out frequently, and always finding excuses to be around my desk at work. I noted with a smile that he couldn’t seem to help himself... whenever he was nearby, he’d inevitably bump my tits or rub my side boob.... sometimes even casually pressing the bulge in his pants up against me.... either while I sat at my desk or stood at the printer. I couldn’t help but ...