I was all of 23, with a new degree and my first real job. At work this older woman took an interest in me and we became work friends. She was always there for me and helped me get settled in.

One evening, it was after 5, we were alone in the restroom and she opened her shirt to show me her breasts. She asked me if I liked them, if I wanted to touch them, not to be afraid, to tell her the truth, she had always been proud of her breasts, that she thought I was pretty and from the first day she saw me she wanted to hold me between her breasts. She grabbed my head and pulled me into her breasts and kept trying to put a nipple into my mouth.

She was so much stronger than I was, and she started to push me down until I fell to my knees and she pulled my face up between her legs and kept telling me to 'make mamma happy'.

When she finally let me go, she told me she wanted me to let her eat my pussy. That she was really good and she had lots of experience and she really loved to get a new fresh pussy and she was going to get me off.

I had moved back against the wall and she was all over me and she was feeling me up and she managed to kiss my mouth and she told me that my pussy was hers and she wanted it all.

I spent the night thinking about how I was going to report this to HR, but the next morning before I could get to HR, she came into my cubicle and sat down and she told me she was there to remind me that it was her pussy and she wanted it and she showed me her tongue. I didn't go to HR.

After work, as I was leaving she was waiting beside my car and she told me I was going home with her. She led me by the hand to her car and when we got into her apartment she pushed me onto the bed and pushed her face between my legs and took off my pants and panties and proceeded to eat me until I had an orgasm.

The hardest thing I have ever done in my life was eating her afterwards.

We went to eat at this area restaurant and she introduced me to a woman friend who came by as her girlfriend, and no she wasn't going to share.

I got pulled deep into this lesbian community, most of her friends were butch like herself, and many had girlfriends like me. How many were reluctant girlfriends I don't know, but I couldn't ever get over the idea that these girls were being used like me. But like me they never left, they were always the girlfriend and stayed with the woman who brought them.

It took five years before I got enough nerve to break it off and leave. I went back home. But it isn't easy, when she calls me I always answer and I feel guilty for leaving her. I know my days are counted, before I return. I just never thought I was going to be what I am.

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