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My First Experience Was With A Sex Master And I'm His Sex Doll

It's hard enough to talk about sex, much less write about it. I mean about me having sex. My desires, what I want done to me. Basically I was the little girl in the house and everyone loved me. I have an older cousin, who is a lot older, and when I was preschool he sat me down on his dick and I got him inside of me. No way it went 'in', but it got in a little. Believe me it leaves an impression.

I was already a college student when this guy stuck me like a hog, ran his dick in me in one swoosh, until he was balls to the wall and fucked me until he left his sperm in me. I was not expecting anything like that, not then and not ever. I was used to being held and babied, not fucked like some two cent whore at the county fair. This man, he was so much bigger than I am, he was big and strong enough to life me up high so he could lick my pussy. He wanted me to wrap my legs around his neck. He let me down, holding me down, over the back of the arm chair, and stuck his nose between my butt cheeks, licking my anus. I had to let him kiss my mouth afterwards.

He kept me all night, caught under his arm in his smelly bed with dirty sheets. No way he would let me put anything on, he wanted to see me naked. He held both of my wrists over my head while he sucked on my tits. He ran his finger up my vagina and later ran his tongue right in afterwards, while he fingered my anus. I refused to suck his dick, he slapped my face with it, and put it against my mouth but I managed to keep my teeth clenched. I got butt fucked the next morning before getting a shower.

I never got my center of gravity back. He owned my ass, he owned me. He likes watching me fold his undershorts. He likes watching me cook and serving him. He likes watching me clean the toilet. He did his job, which was to fuck me, and I had to do my job which was cleaning his toilet.

No one has to tell you that when you are young and foolish in college a man can take advantage of you. You learn sex the hard way. Sooner or later you grab his dick in your hand and kiss his dick and lick it. Sooner or later you get on your knees and he finishes in your face with your mouth open. I can't say whether it is worse to have him fucking me in the ass, or cleaning his toilet. Both are bad from that point. But both are same thing, you do what he wants to please him.

I won't go on because I'm a sex doll and he's a sex master.

  • I'm Gay But I Had To Have My First Time, This Is My Confession

    This is my confession about confronting my gay side. I was not gay then, or at least I had no idea. I was working a summer job at a furniture resale shop owned by a gay man. Everyone knew he was gay. He was nice enough, but he had a habit of touching me. Touching my rear when I walked by and poking at my crotch when he was facing me. Many times while he was talking to me and touching me I thought about what it would be like to be kissed by him. I wanted to be kissed, that's the thing. And I know he could feel that.

    I had to clean the apartment I was living in before turning it in and I didn't have a vacuum. He offered me a vacuum but I had to stop by and get it. At his house, he lived alone and he had paraphernalia of gay men, you know what everyone needs, a sculpture of an erect penis. He told me to hold it, not that way, grab it like you want to grab a dick. Then here, let me grab your dick and see if you like it.

    My pants were down around my ankles and he had my dick in his hand and he offered to kiss me. He knew already that's what I wanted, but he asked anyway. He undid his pants and let them fall to his ankles, here you hold my dick and I'll hold your dick and we'll kiss. It wasn't long before we were both totally naked on his round bed with mirrors on the wall and the ceiling. I love watching myself fucking a cute boy, what do you think? I watched myself being fucked, from the front, the sides, up on the ceiling, and when I turned my head around from the back wall.

    After he fucked me he offered to put a mirror under me the next time, that way I could watch his dick going in and out of me. He liked naked, always naked, always sucking dick or holding dick, or on my knees over the mirror under me while he fucked me. He also liked to kiss me, as in some men don't like to kiss, he liked to kiss and I loved it. I loved being kissed, whether or not it led to sex later. Just the feeling of being kissed was my favorite.

    Others I'm sure have different stories about how they became queer and learned the ways of queer men. Some I'm sure got fucked in a bar, or over the railing at a beach house. But very few of them became queer kissing away with a man who loved to kiss with him.

    I Found Me A Husband, Or He Found Me, Or Something Like That

    I went to work at a male dominated company. The women that worked there were all back office. I worked in the accounting department, which was 100% women. Starting with our boss, who was 35 at the time, and had a girlfriend. There were eight of us, ranging in age from twenty to fifty.

    One day I took some papers to the man in the corner office for his signature. He asked me if I was married, and why not? What's the matter with you? No, don't tell me, you another lesbian? And then, Shit! Why don't you bend over and I'll knock you up. I didn't 'bend' over and he didn't 'knock me up'. But he was frustrated with us, and me in particular. He called us the lesbian sisterhood, also, worthless bitches.

    He kept on my case and one day he told me he was taking me to lunch and he was going to take advantage of me. I asked him just what was he going to do and he said 'well get your ass pregnant, that's what I'm going to do'. I went with him, we had a nice lunch and on the way back to the office we stopped at a motel and I followed him into a room he had rented. 'Pull down the bed and take off everything, I want everything, all of it, tits and ass and c**t'. I wasn't some totally innocent girl, I was thirty two and had been with more than one lesbian lover. It is just that I had never gotten naked for a man, much less one intent on getting me pregnant.

    But I did what I was told, because he told me to. I took all of my clothes off and folded them nicely and laid them on the dresser. I pulled the bed down, and laid back with my head on a pillow and my legs wide open. He wanted c**t, well he got c**t. He hadn't given me notice, so I was completely unshaven, and anyone messing around with a Latina knows, Latina's are hairy. He looked at me, and took off his clothes and he stood at the foot of the bed, his dick staring at me. 'I want a baby by Christmas'. He fucked me. Not just that afternoon, he fucked me several times the following days, got as much sperm in me as he could. Each time I opened my legs for him, and I took all the sperm he could give me.

    Once pregnant I was his office favorite. He made no bones about getting me pregnant. I told my coworkers he was of service to me, I wanted to be pregnant and he fell for it. His story to his male friends, and my story to my female lesbian coworkers were different. In his story he made it happen, in my story I suckered him into it. But either way, I had the baby before Christmas. A boy he wanted named Alton, after his father. He took 'responsibility' and the baby got his last name, and I got child support and 'spousal' support, with benefits. I don't know how often he fucked me, but if memory serves me right, it was a lot and all the time. I did keep myself 'groomed' down there, and went to the spa once in a while to get totally waxed and offer him up a bald pussy.

    After a year he married me, so that I would get pregnant again for the second one. And that's my story, how I bagged a man with money, a man who wanted me pregnant and keeping house for him, in a house in the suburbs and driving a Suburban. My friends at work called me his favorite, and more than one said I had never truly been a lesbian. Well I was, and am. A leopard can't change it's spots. It's just that I have a husband who fucks me. He has a thing for Latina women, and he picked me out of the pack to get me pregnant.

  • Gay From The Very Beginning

    In my junior high years a doctor moved in next door and they had a same age adopted son Allen. He was tall for his age, and he was very aggressive. My mother said it was because he had been in foster homes before he was adopted. We were in his room at his house, I was on his bed reading a comic book, and he got on my back and started humping me. He humped me until he ejaculated. He asked me if I liked that.

    He undid his pants, his pants and underwear were wet, and so was his penis. He asked me suck him and lick him. It wasn't a blowjob, but close to it. After that I regularly sucked him, played with his penis, and I let him get on my back to use me to masturbate. It wasn't long, and I had my pants down and his naked penis rubbed up and down in my butt crack, he released his semen onto my back, and then I sucked him. One day when I went to his house he showed me a jar of face cream, and he put some on his finger and stuck his finger in me, as far as it would go. After rubbing the cream on his penis, he penetrated me and finished inside of me. I suppose that is the day that I officially became gay.

    Later in high school I worked in the afternoon at this furniture store downtown. The owner was gay, flamboyant is what my mother called him. He liked to kiss me, but he was also a bottom so sex was primarily oral and lots of making out and jerking off and blowjobs. When I had sex with him I wanted to feel him on my back, but as I said he was also a bottom so we didn't go that way. No, not until he introduced me to a man that worked at the bank, who had asked him about me. I got a full grown man on my back, and a full grown dick in my ass. And I was in heaven.

    Those early days are great memories, both because I was young and learning, and because it was a more innocent time. Today gay sex is out, and gays are marching on the street. I don't like that and stay away from it. For me, gay sex is personal, with a man who feels that way. I'm a whole lot older and my lover is a retired police officer, who discovered his gay side later in life. I enjoy his attention, when he presses himself on me, when he slips his dick in me. As has been my habit from my earliest days of gay sex, I dutifully clean and suck his penis after sex.

    Getting My Mouth Filled With Cum

    My cock gets so hard when I have a big cock in my mouth I probably had 30 different cocks cum in my mouth and I hope I have at least 30 more I love swallowing there cum

  • I Once Had A Woman Lover Now I Have A Man

    I had a fully supported life, all the way through college and beyond. I needed for nothing, I got what I wanted, when I wanted. After graduation I moved to be away from the influence of my family, to try new things, make my own mistakes. I settled into a lesbian relationship with a woman I met and played the housekeeping role. I liked it, liked having her as the dominant person in my life, liked being the one to keep house and prepare the meals. But one day she said 'get out' and she moved another girl in.

    I went home after that, to decompress. Because I had lived with this woman for several years my family was aware of my choice in partner. My town isn't what you might call a fertile ground for meeting other women. I met this one and that one but the chemistry just wasn't there. I got a job working for a woman, who happened to be a lesbian, but sixty years old. She identified with me and mothered me. But one day a man came in and I had to help him. He was condescending, assertive, he liked me on the spot. He asked me out, first to dinner, and then to other things. I went, not because he was a man, but because I couldn't say no.

    When he wanted sex with me I wasn't able to say no. Like peeling an onion, he took one thing off at a time, until he had me fully naked and then he showed me who was boss. I got up and fixed the bed, for me to sleep in. I cleaned up the bathroom in the morning because I have a thing about messy bathrooms. I fixed breakfast for him and set the table. I bent over the table after breakfast and waited for him to complete what he had started but had not been able to finish. I went home with a billion sperm in me, swimming through my cervix, up into my uterus and fallopian tubes searching for an egg to fertilize.

    I fertilized easily and was in seventh heaven with my pregnancy. My mother asked me what happened, wasn't I a lesbian. Yes, I am, but right now I need a man to boss me around for a while.

    I am one of those women who needs a strong assertive man to be with. To grow a baby and present him with a son. To change my name for, to keep his home and be fertile for. I may be a lesbian and going through some form of rebound attachment, or I may not be a lesbian and I got straightened out by him. Either way, right now I'm making babies and keeping house. I want every man he knows to be jealous because their wives aren't as capable as me, or pay as much attention to their husband like I do to mine. I can get pregnant just by spreading my legs, I'm a fertile woman that's for sure.