Finding My True Love But Not Without A Side Trip Through Hell

As an unapologetic lesbian I found myself broke and homeless after an accident and a breakup. I lived with a friend, God bless her, but it was uncomfortable as I couldn't help with the bills. She said never mind, never mind, but I did mind. She is the lover of a man who keeps her. She's his sugar baby really, and he is her sugar DADDY.

On one occasion she invited me to join them, but she was sure to tell me that no lesbian stuff with her, it was awkward kissing with me. That meant straight sex with him. Of course it was his idea. I had been frozen out of any physical or intimate contact for way too long and I got in bed with them, he did his thing putting me under, and after he let me go I was turned to her and she let me kiss her. I told her she owed me.

Well over the next several months, one baby step at a time, she allowed me to kiss her and to bring her in close, tit to tit and nose to nose. I got my hands on her tits and in her pants until she just threw caution to the winds and opened her legs wide for me. After that she claimed that I was turning her into a lesbian. Her boyfriend sensed the shift in her and told her that it was the fastest way for her to be on her own.

He dumped her for a new model with fake tits and a fake smile. That left us both in looking for low paying jobs and having to move out of his apartment. I got a job working sales at a boutique art store and she got a job working reception at a Chiropractor. He learned about our situation and after meeting me offered to pick up where he prior Sugar Daddy had left off, but on the condition it was a two for one for him. And all the way round, he liked watching women make love.

It was nasty, demeaning, he had sex with one of us or both of us, but his kink was watching us make love. Like live porn. He had ideas and we acted them out for him. Never had I felt so cheap, but it paid the rent and he loaned us a car. During the year that this Daddy relationship lasted I got fucked so often I didn't know what to do with my vagina. Was it for his dick, or her lips?

Fortunately it ended. We decided to move, get out of the whole scene. We moved back close to home, and through my high school contacts I got a bookkeeper job and she got a job as a receptionist for a family doctor. No DADDY thing anymore. It was just us two, for the first time ever, only we made love. My vagina was happy, my clit was happy, my tits were happy. Same for her. If I turned her as she says, or broke her inhibitions doesn't really matter. Not anymore.