Being young and vulnerable I walked into an ongoing relationship

I had changed jobs because the older one was too far to ride the bus to. I was on a ninety day probation and I worked for a woman. The man who owned the company was always coming over to her and she was always going to his office. She was his 'right' hand man, except a woman. One day I walked in on her and him and she was in his arms, he was behind her and had her breasts in his hands massaging her. I backed out and went back to my desk. I had never witnessed an overt sex act.

Before leaving she asked me to come into her office and she closed the door and she told me that she had seen me in the reflection of the window. Some things you have to keep to yourself she told me. He needed to blow off steam and at her age she needed a little man time. Sometimes he reached down between her legs and he would give her an orgasm. I was young so I didn't understand what it was like to be past your shelf time.

She looked at me for a long while before asking me if a man had played with me, if I had had a man rub my pussy like that, grope my tits. Try it, you'll like it and she let me go home.

The ice was broken with her and I let her know that I wasn't interested in men, that I kissed girls, and yes with a girl I had had my breasts groped and my pussy rubbed to an orgasm. In fact, that night after I saw her in his office, my girlfriend had done just that and we had had a great orgasm.

One day, long after I had passed my ninety day probation, she told me that she had talked with the man, the owner, and he was open to showing me what a man could do to a girl. I couldn't to through life not knowing that a girl is made for a man, not another girl. If I was uncomfortable being alone with him, she would be there with me. The talk between her and him was for that night, she had set it up for that night in his office.

It wasn't consensual, I resisted, it was dark outside and I could see our reflections on the windows. She pulled my pants down and stuck her finger in me and told him I was wet enough to go ahead and fuck me. While he fucked me, he was behind me, she held my face in her hands and kissed me, sticking her tongue in my mouth, mouth fucking me with her tongue. She got my shirt open and pushed my bra up and my tits 'danced' for her as she grabbed one and kissed it. He ended while she was sucking hard on my breast, and when he pulled his dick out she pushed me aside to suck him.

She told me that I was now their 'girl' and she expected me to be a 'good' girl about it. She groped me and kissed me, and grabbing my crotch out in the open. When he wanted some action she took me in there with her. He fucked me more often than he fucked her, she liked to watch and get her mouth in afterwards to slurp up his cum out of my vagina. Whatever thoughts I had of a peaceful relationship with my then girlfriend had devolved into being her object of affection and his go to fuck girl.

I worked there from when I was 22 to when I was 40 and he sold the business and retired. At 40 I was past my shelf life and my life was with her. When he sold the business she was 53. She was totally butch by then, and I was her girl partner. He continued to get attention even after he sold the business until he moved to Lake Tahoe, leaving us in Oakland in a real nice townhouse. We see him when he comes down from the mountain, but he's too old now to get more than a grope in. It's been a long time since we had a man in us, and we miss it.

You get used to it, a man's hands and a man fucking you.

By Anonymous

Lesbian CONFESSION

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