I THOUGHT I WAS A LESBIAN UNTIL MY BOSS FORCED ME TO FUCK HIM by FrameByFrame

I mewled and whimpered as she started flicking and teasing my engorged nub, then suddenly caught my breath and let out a stifled gasp, as I creamed all over her probing fingers.

“Hmmmmm…. holy shit, Miranda…. yeah…. yeah…. oh, my God…. yeah…. aaaaahhhhh…. yeeeaaahhh…. hmmmmm…. hmmmmm…. that feels amazing…. hmmmmm…. keep going…. hmmmmm…”

As I rode Miranda’s fingers to the height of my orgasm, I smiled to myself and thought, “My God, that happened so fast!”

Almost immediately after I climaxed, Miranda also ‘nutted’, and we both rocked our hips a little slower, as we continued teasing each other’s clits…. enjoying the warm, tingly sensations radiating through our bodies for as long as we could make them last. With our eyes closed and our lips still barely touching, we quietly whispered our murmurs of pleasure, and hoped our stifled moans hadn’t woken up any of our friends.

After we both enjoyed our delicious orgasms for a few more minutes, we kissed softly again, then I rolled back over on my side and closed my eyes. Miranda slid up against my back and draped her arm over my side… her hand tucked up under my crop top again…. gently caressing my breasts, as we both drifted off to sleep.

After that night Miranda and I dated for a while…. although ‘dating’ for us was mostly just looking for any opportunity to get our hands on each other’s boobs, and in between each other’s legs. Miranda guided me through the first time I used my mouth to lick her clit to an orgasm, then totally blew my mind when she did the same to me…. holy fuck… it was fantastic! That became my new thing….. I absolutely loved it.

Miranda and I moved on after about two semesters together, and I managed to have two other girlfriends in high school before heading off to college after graduation.

At university I lived on campus and was assigned a roommate to share my dorm room. She was a really nice friend, and we lived together comfortably during my freshman and sophomore years. I hated to see her go when she left school just before our junior year, but then I was assigned another roommate…. Lydia…. who turned out to be an even better roommate. In more ways than one, she was actually a perfect fit for me.

Lydia was a beautiful blonde…. about the same size as me, and with breasts almost as big as mine… I was instantly infatuated. And…. to my great delight…. I discovered that she liked women, too. We seemed drawn to each other right from the start, quickly becoming a couple and spending tons of time together. We did everything together and were basically inseparable…. lounging around naked in our dorm room, playing with each other’s tits and pussies, and driving each other to multiple glorious orgasms whenever we weren’t in class or studying.

One of my favorite things about my relationship with Lydia was that she introduced me to strap-ons, which we incorporated into our love-making just about every time we had sex in our dorm room.

Now, this became my new thing…. I loved it!

As much as I enjoyed getting my nipples sucked, my pussy fingered, and my clit licked and rubbed, I couldn’t get enough of her slamming that strap-on dildo in and out of my cunt…. especially from behind. I had some of my best orgasms on my hands and knees…. with Miranda plowing her strap-on dildo into me from behind, while she squeezed and slapped my heavy tits swinging back and forth beneath me.

After we both graduated, the two of us happily moved in together, sharing a little apartment just outside of Houston. Jobs were scarce at that time, and we struggled to find work… especially at decent wages. We had nearly run through our savings when Lydia landed a job at a cell phone service provider near our apartment. Shortly after that I found work as an accounting assistant at an independent oil producer in the heart of downtown. Our salaries were actually fairly decent, but rent in the city was pretty high, and we sometimes barely made ends meet at the end of the month.

My job as an accounting assistant wasn’t all that interesting, and… to be honest… I wasn’t very good at it. But, for the most part, it was okay… I liked Glenn, my boss, and most of my co-workers. However, most days I just looked forward to making it to quitting time, so I could get home to Lydia, get undressed, and spread my legs for her.

Glenn was several years older than me…. he was a relatively good looking guy, with an nice build…. and he obviously loved looking at my boobs, since he could barely keep his eyes off them whenever we were near each other. Since I was trying to stay in his good graces, I often dressed with that in mind…. thin, silky blouses or cotton tops that showed off my prominent nipple bumps; short skirts that accentuated my legs and ass; and tight fitting dresses or sweaters…. usually bra-less, and always showing plenty of cleavage.

It seemed to work. He flirted with me constantly…. asking me out frequently, and always finding excuses to be around my desk at work. I noted with a smile that he couldn’t seem to help himself… whenever he was nearby, he’d inevitably bump my tits or rub my side boob…. sometimes even casually pressing the bulge in his pants up against me…. either while I sat at my desk or stood at the printer. I couldn’t help but notice, as the lump in his pants was significant and difficult to hide.

I always refused his advances…. but I needed the job, so I kind of encouraged his attention, and didn’t complain about the occasional nudging and touching.

I didn’t hate my job, per se, but I knew I was screwing things up. I’m definitely not a numbers person and, unfortunately, my job was nothing but numbers.

After I’d been working there for about five months, Glenn discovered that I’d been fudging the Treasury Reconciliation Report each month… that was the report that compared amounts due from our customers to the actual cash received by the Treasury department. I could tell he was furious when he came by my desk just before it was time to go home one day, and told me to stop into his office before leaving. I suspected he’d figured out the errors I was making on the monthly report, and I was freaked out for the last part of that day…. I totally expected that, when I left his office after our meeting, I wouldn’t have a job to come to in the morning.

That day I was wearing a flare-bottom mini-skirt, and a thin silk blouse with tiny buttons down the front, tucked in at the waist. As I headed toward Glenn’s office at the end of the day, I nervously unbuttoned two extra buttons on my blouse… exposing even more cleavage than usual. I ‘fluffed’ my boobs for a second and quickly pinched both of my nipples a few times… making them stand up a bit more…. then knocked on Glenn’s office door. He called me in, then told me to close the door behind me and to take a seat.

Glenn had a really nice office…. ornate bookshelves lined one wall, with a big, dark mahogany desk as the centerpiece of the room. Directly in front of his desk were two over-stuffed wing-back chairs, with a matching sofa against the far wall behind them. I’d been in his office many times since I’d begun working for him, but this was the first time I felt a bit of trepidation…. fearing that I was about to be fired.

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