Bi-Sexual Female / 38
I Gravitate To Men That Treat Me Like Shit And Fuck Me
At the time !I still lived at home and had a job in an office setting. The man around us was all over me. Until he trapped me in his office and fucked me. I left his office and went straight to the ladies room, a one person bathroom. My coworker followed me and got in the bathroom with me. She told me she had heard the 'boss' fucking me and wanted to make sure I was OK.
She turned me around facing the mirror, put her hands under my breasts to straighten out my bra and fix my top and then my pants. She told me had fucked her and she wanted to get back at him. Now we were standing face to face and she said what would piss him off more than anything was if he found out we were fucking. She kissed me on the lips and told me since I had gone to work there she wanted to kiss me.
That night I slept with her, she 'couldn't believe she was kissing me'. I couldn't believe it either. The moment of truth was that no matter how she humped me she couldn't 'fuck' me. The next day I went home to change. I told my mother the 'boss' had fucked me. I didn't think sleeping with a girl would sit well with her.
We had our office affair, we let him see small affections, kisses, hand holding, caresses. He got jealous and demanded I behave and he continued to fuck me, but not at the office. I wanted him to fuck me, being treated like 'shit' didn't bother me. But playing around with my coworker was fun too. Kissing her between the legs, no dick or balls, was exciting. We made out, caressed and were loving, she liked blow by blow telling her how, when, where he fucked me.
One day she told me she knew she was a lesbian and she knew I wasn't, that I loved him not her. I didn't love him, but she was right, I wasn't a lesbian like she was. Being his girl Friday, no matter how bad he treated me, was something I needed. I needed him fucking me, I liked it.
That job ended, I met other men who wanted a girl to fuck, and have stayed with my girlfriend these fifteen years. She loves me, and I love her. It's my bad habit that I need a man to treat me like shit.
She turned me around facing the mirror, put her hands under my breasts to straighten out my bra and fix my top and then my pants. She told me had fucked her and she wanted to get back at him. Now we were standing face to face and she said what would piss him off more than anything was if he found out we were fucking. She kissed me on the lips and told me since I had gone to work there she wanted to kiss me.
That night I slept with her, she 'couldn't believe she was kissing me'. I couldn't believe it either. The moment of truth was that no matter how she humped me she couldn't 'fuck' me. The next day I went home to change. I told my mother the 'boss' had fucked me. I didn't think sleeping with a girl would sit well with her.
We had our office affair, we let him see small affections, kisses, hand holding, caresses. He got jealous and demanded I behave and he continued to fuck me, but not at the office. I wanted him to fuck me, being treated like 'shit' didn't bother me. But playing around with my coworker was fun too. Kissing her between the legs, no dick or balls, was exciting. We made out, caressed and were loving, she liked blow by blow telling her how, when, where he fucked me.
One day she told me she knew she was a lesbian and she knew I wasn't, that I loved him not her. I didn't love him, but she was right, I wasn't a lesbian like she was. Being his girl Friday, no matter how bad he treated me, was something I needed. I needed him fucking me, I liked it.
That job ended, I met other men who wanted a girl to fuck, and have stayed with my girlfriend these fifteen years. She loves me, and I love her. It's my bad habit that I need a man to treat me like shit.
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