Truly A Little Bisexual Slut Girl

Both my parents were PhDs. In Physics and Biology. I grew up around academics, and was homeschooled except for my last two years in high school. When it came time to University I was accepted at McGill. My mother got cancer and she treated it with holistic medicine and she died six months later. My father remarried to a woman at his work, a regular secretary type. I was totally pushed out by her, she brought her kids in and I was kept away at University.

I suppose I needed to be loved and I gave myself away to anyone with a dick between their legs. I was 'easy' and I sucked to completion and offered myself up for doggie sex. I didn't make very good grades and I went on probation. After a year I wasn't asked to return. I had to go to a mundane college. I kept up my habit, I was a full time cock sucker and my pussy was always wet. A psychology major, female, told me that I had a sex addiction, because of being rejected by my father for that woman he married.

She told me that one way to get over it was to try pussy myself. I laughed and she was serious and she pulled up her legs and opened them and told me 'try it'. She peeled off her panties and her wide open bush stared back at me. Not pretty, don't get me wrong, seeing it like that, and seeing her asshole wasn't my idea of something romantic. But she held her pussy open and told me to try it, Open my mouth, hold my breath and stick my nose in her pussy. I did what she asked and after a while she went into an orgasm.

It wasn't a proud moment. It was pretty disgusting really. Flicking her ass with my tongue was the worst, it tasted bad and the idea that she pooped there made it worse. She pushed me on my back and told me to let her get to my pussy and she ate me. She did like it, and she did it, and when he tongue flicked across my clit I liked it. I had an orgasm. I didn't like giving but I did like receiving.

She kept me away from guys and she kept me eating pussy. Sort of to show her that I was willing to obey her. I got pretty good at it, giving her orgasms, and when she spread her legs for me to lick I gave in with pleasure. She kept eating me and licking me. It was really all about pleasing her, the pussy part was just a distraction. If licked her pussy then I was breaking my addiction to men. When she licked me it was to show me that she approved of me. Or something like that. I don't really understand the whole psychology about it.

Within six months I was totally involved with her and I wasn't letting guys fuck me and I hadn't sucked a guy off. She was a hard driver and I started to make grades again and I got a degree in Communications. I went to work as a secretary and I was on the lookout for a girl to have sex with . I met this girl at work, she was a bit of a butch girl, a gym rat. But intelligent and she worked in marketing. We had wide open sex, anything she wanted or I wanted, we did it. She told me that one man at work used to fuck her, and he had fucked her in the ass and that was the last straw for her. She went butch and started dating girls.

I worked with men, mostly all the big jobs were men and the little jobs were women. Fairly typical. This man told me that women at work weren't worth the time invested in them. Women had no business in the office. Women were designed for bearing children. I heard through another woman at work that the CEO had said that they would never promote a woman into management. In other words, a great place for women to work. However, the women were pretty happy there, and there were more than one female couple, including me. We had our own little world, one where men didn't matter.

That man, the one that told me that women were designed for bearing babies, asked me to go with him to a convention to handle all the set up and presentations. I was given an allowance to buy a new dress and shoes and to do hair and makeup. He knocked on my room after everyone went back to their room and said he needed to find out something. If I was really a lesbian. He didn't leave any leaf unturned and by the time he was done I had visions of all those men that I had blown and let screw me. I told him he was my first, to protect his feelings. And I had to tell my girlfriend what I had done.