Straight Female / 27
I Was A Late Bloomer
Let me set the stage. I had never had a boyfriend and didn't want one. I worked at a large company, all of the managers and so on were men and the women had support jobs. I was fine with that, I was close to my manager and I never wanted to have his job. One day he got upset with me, and called me out. It is the first time I cried, really cried because my feelings were hurt. I wasn't ok until he put his arm around me and held me to him and told me he 'loved' me and was disappointed in me that day, I clung to him with my arms and wouldn't let go. We stood there for a long time with our arms around each other, my face leaning against his chest listening to his heart. When we finally separated I held my face up for him to kiss and with that I went back to my workstation.
I had never been in love or had any desire for being with a man. I started to masturbate after that, when he held me I could feel his penis against me and I wanted to feel that again. I was beyond myself and one day late I was in his office with the door closed and I reached for him and hugged him and told him I loved him. He held me gently and told me I was a 'good girl' and he loved me too. But his love and my love weren't the same type. I didn't let go, I slipped down to my knees and pushed my head into his crotch grabbing hard onto his legs. He talked to me but I didn't hear what he said, I was biting his dick in his pants. I wasn't leaving until I had his dick in my mouth. I gave him a complete blowjob and he came in my mouth. All I wanted then was for him to fuck me.
I was so wet and I couldn't hold back, I got my pants off and laid up against his desk for him to fuck me. He told me I didn't know what I was doing. Maybe not but his dick was hard again and he fucked me and didn't stop. I ended up with an orgasm with my legs around his waist and his dick inside of me. It came on me and I wasn't prepared for it. He had to finish fucking me even if I was done.
Sure, later I was embarrassed and I apologized to him, and I didn't now what I had done. You can't do that and things stay the same. Now he could fuck me, grab me, kiss me. Now he could push me back and pull off my pants. Now he could put me on the couch and eat me out. Now he could demand things from me. Now he called me things, possessive things. Now I kept myself for him. I was too young for all that, I was 22 and he was 38 and he expected me to be all woman for him. I was too young, I was still just learning how to be a girlfriend.
These episodes of being so horny I had to have sex came and went, but when they came nothing stopped me. I needed him to be all man with me and fuck me until my eyes were crossed and my pussy was raw. I didn't want to hear my name, I wanted him to call me possessive names, make he all his. Being called a little bitch didn't bother me, I was his little bitch.
Things got out of hand and he had to ask me to resign and work somewhere else. I could still expect him at night after work but we couldn't work together any more. I hated that, not seeing him all day. By the time I saw him at night a couple of days a week I was moody and hurt. I knew he wasn't seeing another girl but what if he did? What would I do? I know how I was immature, without experience in the man and woman world. I still wanted to be his girlfriend, but he wanted me to be a mature woman.
A friend, an older woman I know from growing up, told me that he had a lot of experience and he was my first experience, so I needed to understand. He needed sex with me, but he didn't need it like that. A man has sex one way, but he wasn't a college student. I had to change, adapt to him, be that woman he was looking for or he was going to walk away. Mark her words.
In the end that's what happened, He broke my heart and left me for another woman, a woman not a girl. One that was willing to do the woman things for him. I stayed in love with him for several years, it took a long time for me to mature out of it. By the time I did I was ready to be that woman for him, but he had a woman then and I had to give up.
I still hurt for him, my first love and I remember those days of sex with him. I was such a late bloomer, at 22 I was 16 when it came to sexual appetite. And the man I fell for was an older man and the last thing he needed was a sex crazed girl on his hands.
I had never been in love or had any desire for being with a man. I started to masturbate after that, when he held me I could feel his penis against me and I wanted to feel that again. I was beyond myself and one day late I was in his office with the door closed and I reached for him and hugged him and told him I loved him. He held me gently and told me I was a 'good girl' and he loved me too. But his love and my love weren't the same type. I didn't let go, I slipped down to my knees and pushed my head into his crotch grabbing hard onto his legs. He talked to me but I didn't hear what he said, I was biting his dick in his pants. I wasn't leaving until I had his dick in my mouth. I gave him a complete blowjob and he came in my mouth. All I wanted then was for him to fuck me.
I was so wet and I couldn't hold back, I got my pants off and laid up against his desk for him to fuck me. He told me I didn't know what I was doing. Maybe not but his dick was hard again and he fucked me and didn't stop. I ended up with an orgasm with my legs around his waist and his dick inside of me. It came on me and I wasn't prepared for it. He had to finish fucking me even if I was done.
Sure, later I was embarrassed and I apologized to him, and I didn't now what I had done. You can't do that and things stay the same. Now he could fuck me, grab me, kiss me. Now he could push me back and pull off my pants. Now he could put me on the couch and eat me out. Now he could demand things from me. Now he called me things, possessive things. Now I kept myself for him. I was too young for all that, I was 22 and he was 38 and he expected me to be all woman for him. I was too young, I was still just learning how to be a girlfriend.
These episodes of being so horny I had to have sex came and went, but when they came nothing stopped me. I needed him to be all man with me and fuck me until my eyes were crossed and my pussy was raw. I didn't want to hear my name, I wanted him to call me possessive names, make he all his. Being called a little bitch didn't bother me, I was his little bitch.
Things got out of hand and he had to ask me to resign and work somewhere else. I could still expect him at night after work but we couldn't work together any more. I hated that, not seeing him all day. By the time I saw him at night a couple of days a week I was moody and hurt. I knew he wasn't seeing another girl but what if he did? What would I do? I know how I was immature, without experience in the man and woman world. I still wanted to be his girlfriend, but he wanted me to be a mature woman.
A friend, an older woman I know from growing up, told me that he had a lot of experience and he was my first experience, so I needed to understand. He needed sex with me, but he didn't need it like that. A man has sex one way, but he wasn't a college student. I had to change, adapt to him, be that woman he was looking for or he was going to walk away. Mark her words.
In the end that's what happened, He broke my heart and left me for another woman, a woman not a girl. One that was willing to do the woman things for him. I stayed in love with him for several years, it took a long time for me to mature out of it. By the time I did I was ready to be that woman for him, but he had a woman then and I had to give up.
I still hurt for him, my first love and I remember those days of sex with him. I was such a late bloomer, at 22 I was 16 when it came to sexual appetite. And the man I fell for was an older man and the last thing he needed was a sex crazed girl on his hands.
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