There's A Lesbian Part Of Me, But Deep Down Inside I'm His Girlfriend

I am bigger than the average girl. Five ten and 165 pounds. I work out and keep myself tight and in shape. I'm what can be called 'solid'. I don't like men at the gym. I'm actually attracted to smarts, not brawn. My boss is an example, all brains. When he comes after me, sexually, he is hot to get some and I'm hot to give it to him.

There was a woman at the gym who wanted to do a pictorial, a calendar of women who worked out. All nude, but pictured so you can't see anything. I participated and got April as my month. All the girls looked great, the thing is I saw them all naked. So much meat, so much pussy, so many tits. I went crazy. I wanted pussy after that.

The girl who I went down on is a Hispanic, dark hair, dark eyes, bit nipples, solid, tight ass, and totally shaved pussy. We got along fine, that is we had sex and enjoyed it. I had never made out so madly as I did with her. We went out one night, just walking and walked by an open tattoo parlor. When we walked out I had her name tattooed on my inner wrist and she had my name tattooed on her inner wrist. We celebrated with an all nighter.

At work my boss noticed that I was not available and called me out on it. He wanted sex but I had to tell him that I discovered something, I really did like having sex with a girl. He told me that if that was the case, he wanted me to present her to him, he was going to have sex with her too. She agreed and I stood leaning against the wall, totally naked, while he had sex with her. When he was ready, I got down on my hands and knees and let him fuck me like the little bitch that I had become.

I work out every day. So does my girlfriend. He is our guiding light, the one with all the answers. Sometimes I don't want to share her, but that's the price I pay for having a girlfriend. He's can't beat us up, he's not strong enough, but he can fuck us. I suppose that deep down inside I'm his girlfriend.