Bi-Sexual Female / 39
I was raised in East Texas. Anyone raised in East Texas knows that is the Bible Belt and Baptist country. Everything you did or wanted to do that was fun was frowned upon. Fun meant going to church. If you needed to have fun during the week, then there was church on Wednesday, and youth activities of all sorts. If you saw someone with a short dress and wanted a short dress your mother gave you a talking to. If you saw someone in a two piece you got a talking to. From the time I was 10 onwards no one saw me naked. Not even a doctor because I wouldn't go.
I turned 33, I was a practicing CPA by then. I was deep into my church, my whole social life was my church. One lady at work asked to speak with me about a project, but because it was close to noon she suggested we go to the sandwich shop in the basement. After the business there was a tiny bit of chitchat. She mentioned that Marlene, a coworker, had gotten lucky the other night. I asked how so? It went totally over my head.
He said that she had gotten picked up at Alfred's, a wine bar, and was taken home and she had really been worked over. I sat there, truly not understanding, had she been beaten up? No the lady said, she had not been beaten up, she had been fucked up one side and down the other. Luck like that didn't happen that often, especially at Alfred's since it was a wine bar and most of the men were well in their fifties and sixties.
I must have looked at her in shock. I had never heard a woman refer to another woman as having been 'fucked'. You used better language, you talked about her being together, or being married. But never 'fucked'. The problem for me right then was that I did a sinful thing, I asked her how she knew. She told me that Marlene had told her, it had been her best fuck in a long time. My only question to her was if she went to Alfred's? She said yes, somewhat emphatically, she went there when she wanted to get laid.
That night I didn't sleep. That night I was up at two a.m. on the internet looking at websites, I found one that had videos of women being fucked. I watched until five thirty when my alarm went off. I got hooked, if she got fucked and she had snot running out of her nose, I would send my finger in as deep as it would go. If she got stomped on, or tied down, or a whip was used, I could not stop watching. If she was used to pee on, whether it was by a man or woman, I liked that even better. I marked the videos so I could go back and watch them over and over again, crying on her knees while she got peed on her face and forced to open her mouth and swallow.
I went to Alfred's, nothing happened. I read about this other bar, downtown, it was more of a blue collar bar. I went there, a girl in the restroom spit on me and asked me what I was doing there. I told her I wanted to get laid and I didn't wipe the spit off my face. She grabbed my mouth to force it open and she spit in my mouth.
I started to go there, that woman was there and she would stick her finger in my ass or grab my breast. She would kiss me at the bar. She would take me into the restroom where I would kneel and she would drop spit in my mouth. I asked her if I go into the stall with her, I would lick her clean. I licked her but couldn't stop. Once I started licking her I just couldn't stop. That night she took me home with her.
She worked as a security guard at an electrical substation. She said her name was Mary, but I was to call her Ma'am. She found a large dildo and told me to spread my legs, she inserted the dildo into me and told me to open my mouth and she spit in my mouth. She peed on me while I was on my knees on the kitchen floor. She got me collar and a leash from a pet store. She took me out but made me wear a plug in my ass. She had me get tattooed. My work suffered and I was let go, so I moved in with her. It was six months from the day that I had spoken with that lady from work.
It was another year before she gave me to friend of hers and he fucked me up one side and down the other. I got a job working at this music store, I had several tattoos by then, my hair was cut short, I had a new collar that I wore all day until she came to pick me up and put my leash on. I lived with her for four years, her boyfriend was given all rights to me. Slowly I started to get tired of being spit on and pissed on, I still allowed it but it wasn't the same. One day I took off my colar and left without leaving a note or telling her where I was going.
I live on the East coast now, and work as a bookkeeper for a trucking repair shop. I am the foreman's woman, he has strong hands and a mean way of fucking me. It feels good to be fucked like that. I told him that I had left my church because people were so conservative, but I have never told him about my life with Mary. What for, that is in the past, all I do now is suck his prick after he pees. I like to the taste of his pee, those few drops that are left. He likes me sucking him too.
I have not been back to East Texas, or to church, I don't think what I look like now will allow me in the door. I often think about sending my ex minister a note, I Got Lucky.
I turned 33, I was a practicing CPA by then. I was deep into my church, my whole social life was my church. One lady at work asked to speak with me about a project, but because it was close to noon she suggested we go to the sandwich shop in the basement. After the business there was a tiny bit of chitchat. She mentioned that Marlene, a coworker, had gotten lucky the other night. I asked how so? It went totally over my head.
He said that she had gotten picked up at Alfred's, a wine bar, and was taken home and she had really been worked over. I sat there, truly not understanding, had she been beaten up? No the lady said, she had not been beaten up, she had been fucked up one side and down the other. Luck like that didn't happen that often, especially at Alfred's since it was a wine bar and most of the men were well in their fifties and sixties.
I must have looked at her in shock. I had never heard a woman refer to another woman as having been 'fucked'. You used better language, you talked about her being together, or being married. But never 'fucked'. The problem for me right then was that I did a sinful thing, I asked her how she knew. She told me that Marlene had told her, it had been her best fuck in a long time. My only question to her was if she went to Alfred's? She said yes, somewhat emphatically, she went there when she wanted to get laid.
That night I didn't sleep. That night I was up at two a.m. on the internet looking at websites, I found one that had videos of women being fucked. I watched until five thirty when my alarm went off. I got hooked, if she got fucked and she had snot running out of her nose, I would send my finger in as deep as it would go. If she got stomped on, or tied down, or a whip was used, I could not stop watching. If she was used to pee on, whether it was by a man or woman, I liked that even better. I marked the videos so I could go back and watch them over and over again, crying on her knees while she got peed on her face and forced to open her mouth and swallow.
I went to Alfred's, nothing happened. I read about this other bar, downtown, it was more of a blue collar bar. I went there, a girl in the restroom spit on me and asked me what I was doing there. I told her I wanted to get laid and I didn't wipe the spit off my face. She grabbed my mouth to force it open and she spit in my mouth.
I started to go there, that woman was there and she would stick her finger in my ass or grab my breast. She would kiss me at the bar. She would take me into the restroom where I would kneel and she would drop spit in my mouth. I asked her if I go into the stall with her, I would lick her clean. I licked her but couldn't stop. Once I started licking her I just couldn't stop. That night she took me home with her.
She worked as a security guard at an electrical substation. She said her name was Mary, but I was to call her Ma'am. She found a large dildo and told me to spread my legs, she inserted the dildo into me and told me to open my mouth and she spit in my mouth. She peed on me while I was on my knees on the kitchen floor. She got me collar and a leash from a pet store. She took me out but made me wear a plug in my ass. She had me get tattooed. My work suffered and I was let go, so I moved in with her. It was six months from the day that I had spoken with that lady from work.
It was another year before she gave me to friend of hers and he fucked me up one side and down the other. I got a job working at this music store, I had several tattoos by then, my hair was cut short, I had a new collar that I wore all day until she came to pick me up and put my leash on. I lived with her for four years, her boyfriend was given all rights to me. Slowly I started to get tired of being spit on and pissed on, I still allowed it but it wasn't the same. One day I took off my colar and left without leaving a note or telling her where I was going.
I live on the East coast now, and work as a bookkeeper for a trucking repair shop. I am the foreman's woman, he has strong hands and a mean way of fucking me. It feels good to be fucked like that. I told him that I had left my church because people were so conservative, but I have never told him about my life with Mary. What for, that is in the past, all I do now is suck his prick after he pees. I like to the taste of his pee, those few drops that are left. He likes me sucking him too.
I have not been back to East Texas, or to church, I don't think what I look like now will allow me in the door. I often think about sending my ex minister a note, I Got Lucky.
- That's Juicy! 24
- Remove It! 0
