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Women Only
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Bi-Sexual Female / 54
The Lunch Ladies
After high school I was hired as a junior clerk in the purchasing department of a large company. I was one of six women, there were three men clerks and there was the manager, a man in his fifties. The women all had lunch together in the kitchen and them men went out to lunch with vendors. Fridays the men went to the Black Stallion, a strip joint, and the women went to the Grotto's, an Italian place. Week in and week out, that was the way it was.
Among the women none of us ever voiced a desire to go out with vendors, to talk sports and politics. We liked our lunch, we talked kids and first grade teachers. Sometimes we talked about more intimate things, like fertility and periods. But mostly we talked family, and recipes and cub scouts and taking care of grandma. We never talked sex.
Who started it we don't know. It could have been one of the men. But the idea came that one Friday the girls would go to the Black Stallion and the men would go to Grotto's. Going to the Black Stallion sent shivers through us, no one had ever been to a place like that before. But the manager assured us that he had arranged it so the management was expecting us and we would be respected. They sat us around the runway, and the girls on stage leaned forward so that we could get a good look at them, and they squatted with their legs wide apart. And we had to slip money into their g-strings. And they let us touch, something that was not allowed for the men. We could touch their boobs, fake or not, and touch them between their legs.
This one girl slipped off her g-string before crouching, opened her legs wide and let us get a real good look. She took my finger and inserted into her vagina, 'see honey, I'm just like you'. After the floor show we were moved to a table setting where we were served the Friday lunch, a sirloin stake with mashed potatoes, and the girls served us topless, rubbing their boobs across our backs, holding our heads into their cleavage. Turning our heads and holding our faces between their boobs. We were allowed to touch, and kiss a nipple and touch them between their legs. There were kisses too, a girl leaning over and kissing us on the lips. 'See honey, we are just like you'.
One girl put a card down my bra, with her name and phone number and a note that the first one was free, if I wanted to make love. She came back around and whispered in my ear 'I eat pussy, I'll send you around the moon, I'll make you cum so hard'. She picked me out, to put her arm around me, to pull me into her boobs. She took my hands so I could feel her up, and see that there wasn't anything fake there, all natural. And she whispered in my ear that she wanted to make love. That she was serious, she wanted to make love with me.
Before we left she put a piece of paper on the table with a pen and told me to write down my name and number and she would call me, and she kissed me on the lips. And gave me a hug.
When she called she told me she only did girls. No man had ever had sex with her, she promised. She was strictly into girls and when she saw me walk in she fell in love. She would be nice but to go out with her and she would show me that she really was in love. She did eat pussy, like she said, and she did send me into orbit like she promised me at lunch. She kissed me and held my face between her boobs, and let me kiss on her nipples and feel her up inside. She let me eat pussy, but mostly we just kissed and used our hands, unless we got to the point that we just had to eat pussy and force another orgasm. I won't say I fell in love that first time, but I was soon in love and that's all I could think of, and that she was dancing naked in front of the men that I worked for on Friday at lunch.
The ladies I worked with were all quiet about it. No one asked the obvious. No one talked about it. Not until Maggie said that was one way to make sure you never got pregnant. They talked about husbands and boyfriends, and more than once they mentioned that having a man between their legs was what it was all about. And getting their ass pregnant. 'Honey, are you sure of what you're doing? She's a whore, a whore. And she can't get you pregnant'.
I was given to a man in operations. His goal was to get me pregnant. It was a supervised thing. Before he came in the room, and after he left, and I was examined to make sure he had left his droppings in me. To make sure it was repeated three times that week. The goal was for me to be pregnant before Thanksgiving. And after I was pregnant, proved to him that I could and would have children, then and only then did he agree to marry me. It was his second marriage, he had an ex who lived in Mississippi. On the day I got married I was twenty and he was forty two, and already had three children. 'There really isn't any choice, is there? we can't standby and let you ruin your life'.
Among the women none of us ever voiced a desire to go out with vendors, to talk sports and politics. We liked our lunch, we talked kids and first grade teachers. Sometimes we talked about more intimate things, like fertility and periods. But mostly we talked family, and recipes and cub scouts and taking care of grandma. We never talked sex.
Who started it we don't know. It could have been one of the men. But the idea came that one Friday the girls would go to the Black Stallion and the men would go to Grotto's. Going to the Black Stallion sent shivers through us, no one had ever been to a place like that before. But the manager assured us that he had arranged it so the management was expecting us and we would be respected. They sat us around the runway, and the girls on stage leaned forward so that we could get a good look at them, and they squatted with their legs wide apart. And we had to slip money into their g-strings. And they let us touch, something that was not allowed for the men. We could touch their boobs, fake or not, and touch them between their legs.
This one girl slipped off her g-string before crouching, opened her legs wide and let us get a real good look. She took my finger and inserted into her vagina, 'see honey, I'm just like you'. After the floor show we were moved to a table setting where we were served the Friday lunch, a sirloin stake with mashed potatoes, and the girls served us topless, rubbing their boobs across our backs, holding our heads into their cleavage. Turning our heads and holding our faces between their boobs. We were allowed to touch, and kiss a nipple and touch them between their legs. There were kisses too, a girl leaning over and kissing us on the lips. 'See honey, we are just like you'.
One girl put a card down my bra, with her name and phone number and a note that the first one was free, if I wanted to make love. She came back around and whispered in my ear 'I eat pussy, I'll send you around the moon, I'll make you cum so hard'. She picked me out, to put her arm around me, to pull me into her boobs. She took my hands so I could feel her up, and see that there wasn't anything fake there, all natural. And she whispered in my ear that she wanted to make love. That she was serious, she wanted to make love with me.
Before we left she put a piece of paper on the table with a pen and told me to write down my name and number and she would call me, and she kissed me on the lips. And gave me a hug.
When she called she told me she only did girls. No man had ever had sex with her, she promised. She was strictly into girls and when she saw me walk in she fell in love. She would be nice but to go out with her and she would show me that she really was in love. She did eat pussy, like she said, and she did send me into orbit like she promised me at lunch. She kissed me and held my face between her boobs, and let me kiss on her nipples and feel her up inside. She let me eat pussy, but mostly we just kissed and used our hands, unless we got to the point that we just had to eat pussy and force another orgasm. I won't say I fell in love that first time, but I was soon in love and that's all I could think of, and that she was dancing naked in front of the men that I worked for on Friday at lunch.
The ladies I worked with were all quiet about it. No one asked the obvious. No one talked about it. Not until Maggie said that was one way to make sure you never got pregnant. They talked about husbands and boyfriends, and more than once they mentioned that having a man between their legs was what it was all about. And getting their ass pregnant. 'Honey, are you sure of what you're doing? She's a whore, a whore. And she can't get you pregnant'.
I was given to a man in operations. His goal was to get me pregnant. It was a supervised thing. Before he came in the room, and after he left, and I was examined to make sure he had left his droppings in me. To make sure it was repeated three times that week. The goal was for me to be pregnant before Thanksgiving. And after I was pregnant, proved to him that I could and would have children, then and only then did he agree to marry me. It was his second marriage, he had an ex who lived in Mississippi. On the day I got married I was twenty and he was forty two, and already had three children. 'There really isn't any choice, is there? we can't standby and let you ruin your life'.
