I THOUGHT I WAS A LESBIAN UNTIL MY BOSS FORCED ME TO FUCK HIM by FrameByFrame
Dive into an unforgettable journey of passion and desire in this captivating gay sex story. Explore the raw emotions and steamy encounters that unfold between two unforgettable characters, igniting a connection that transcends boundaries. Get ready to experience a world where love knows no limits!
I always thought of myself as a lesbian. I knew I liked girls in high school, and had girlfriends all the way through college. While living with my college girlfriend, I ended up getting fucked by my boss to keep my job, and I realized I’m actually bi… I fell in love with his cock.
I knew I was into girls from a pretty young age. I was infatuated early on with several beautiful actresses and storybook heroines, which eventually developed into real-life crushes on a few of my teenage girl friends. As we entered high school, and I started having sexual fantasies, I always found myself masturbating to images in my mind of sexy women or my most recent obsession from school.
In my teenage years I was an attractive brunette, with green eyes and a pretty smile…. and I developed relatively early, so I had big, 34D breasts by the time I was a freshman in high school, along with a narrow waist and curvy hips. I got plenty of attention from the guys in school…. which I actually quite enjoyed…. but my focus was always on the pretty girls in my friend group. I let the guys get away with grabbing my ass, or copping a feel on occasion…. I didn’t really mind it that much…. but my attention was mostly drawn to my circle of girlfriends, and how to get into their panties. Whenever we had sleepovers, I found myself checking out their boobs, nipples, and crotches… since we usually wore next to nothing during these little soirées, which really suited me perfectly.
One day in late summer just before my sophomore year in high school my friend, Miranda, had about eight of her girlfriends over to spend the night for her birthday. We were all in panties and tank tops, t-shirts, or camisoles…. no bras…. so tits were jiggling and bouncing, nipples were poking through our tops, and our panties were small and tight… some of us were even wearing g-strings or t-backs.
Like me, Miranda had developed early, and she had beautiful C-cup breasts that I found myself eyeing constantly. Her boobs weren’t as big as mine, but they jiggled around almost as much as mine did, and I couldn’t help but notice her perky nipples poking through the silk camisole she was wearing that night at her party. She happened to be my favorite crush at the time, so I checked her out surreptitiously several times over the course of the evening.
I had on tiny bikini panties and a thin, cotton crop-top with a picture of our school mascot on the front. It was pretty short on me… especially given the size of my tits, which it barely covered… but I loved how my breasts felt in that top… totally unfettered, and swaying gently beneath the soft material…. occasionally popping out beneath the bottom of the shirt, where others might catch a glimpse of my nipples and wobbly boob flesh. It made me feel sexy… and was actually kind of arousing… as the group of us horsed around and ate way too much junk food. Of course, seeing the other bouncing tits and tight asses of my friends was also a major treat.
Up to that point, I’d never actually had a “girlfriend”, although several of us in my friend group had ‘toyed’ with kissing each other and even had occasional fondling sessions. None-the-less, I enjoyed these little sleep overs because it gave me a chance to appreciate everybody’s budding tits and sexy butts, while getting more time to ogle Miranda’s nearly naked lady bits. I was pretty sure that Miranda knew I had a crush on her, but so far, we’d only been really good friends.
At Miranda’s house that night, the group of us were sprawled all over her parents’ game room…. playing video games, gossiping, experimenting with make-up, and eating a lot of pizza and chips. We had sleeping bags and blankets spread all over the carpet…. the idea being that, when it was time to go to sleep, we would all just crash right there on the floor.
Sometime in the early morning hours, all of us finally began to yawn and settle down to go to sleep, so I crawled into a corner of the room and pulled a light blanket over me. I smiled to myself when I felt Miranda climb under my blanket and cuddle up next to me on the floor. We whispered and giggled for a little while… trying to make as little noise as possible. Then, after a big yawn, I turned on my side, facing away from her, and started to close my eyes.
I hadn’t quite fallen asleep yet when my eyes popped open in surprise, as Miranda sidled up behind me… the front of her body pressed up against my back. I could feel her silk camisole on my skin, and the tips of her hard nipples pushing firmly into my back. Then she draped an arm over my side, and reached up under my crop top from behind to cup one of my boobs with her hand…. softly caressing the flesh, and occasionally tweaking my stiff nipple.
I was a bit startled…. but ecstatic……..and, my God, her hand on my tit felt amazing!
I could feel my pussy getting moist as I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations radiating from my nipples to my clit, while Miranda continued squeezing and fondling my sensitive breasts. Still lying on my side, I worked hard to stifle my moans of pleasure, while pressing my ass cheeks back against her crotch…. rocking my hips slightly to let her know how much I was enjoying what she was doing.
After relishing Miranda’s attention to my tits for a few minutes, I turned over, so that we were lying on our sides facing each other. It was my first full-on sexual interaction with someone, so I felt a bit awkward, but we spent a few minutes fondling each other’s breasts and tenderly pinching each other’s nipples. We gently kissed… even used our tongues… and moaned quietly… trying desperately not to make too much noise.
I wasn’t sure what to do, so I just tried to think about what I liked when I fingered myself or gave myself an orgasm by rubbing my clit.
We both spread our legs slightly and slipped our fingers into each other’s vaginas… sliding inquisitive fingers in and out of our extremely wet pussies. I was in a bit of a daze, but was totally enthralled with Miranda’s hand between my legs, and the feeling of my own fingers plunging in and out of her drenched vagina.
After finger-blasting Miranda’s wet cunt for a while…. I moved my hand slightly, found her throbbing clitoris, and began to rub tight circles around the tip, as she rocked her hips and whimpered softly against my cheek.
With our eyes closed, and our lips still lightly touching, she murmured quietly into my mouth, “Oh, yeah…. just like that…. damn, Wendy…. that feels sooooo fucking good…. yeah, right there…. right there…. holy fuck…. yeah, keep going…”
As she gently ground her hips into my massaging hand, she moved her own fingers up a little from where they were inside my pussy until she found my clitoris… then began doing the same thing to me.