Desperate Pathetic "Dyke"

Your legs are all shaky even before he’s ruined your pussy and he pushes your thighs open to slip his hand between them, fingers sliding through wet folds. You let him touch you, you let him rub his tip over your needy cunt

I’m a lesbian. I’m a lesbian. I’m a lesbian.

But no matter how much you repeat those words over and over in your head. You clench around his him and cream on his thick cock.

“I love dick! I love dick! I love dick!” that’s better.

The words slip out of your lips so easily, chanted like a prayer as he continued fucking your sloppy pussy.

Well, half of it.

For one thing you'd fallen out of the top very quickly, so you weren't really 'wearing' it as much as you just had it on your body. As for the bottoms?

Well...

He had taken the bottom half off and shoved them into your mouth a good few minutes ago. He'd made sure you'd soaked through them first, though - a big, girly wet spot he'd made by holding you in place and rubbing and teasing for what had felt like hours (but really had been an embarrassingly short time). Once he'd done with that off they'd come and in they went.

You let him do it. You'd let him do anything by then. You thought you'd have let him do anything before, but it was then that you knew you'd let him do anything. Whatever he wanted, it didn't matter. You were there for him. You understood it then. It made sense. It clicked.

Which is why you rolled over for him, spread your legs. He didn't need to hold your wrists together with one hand while he guided himself into you with the other, but he wanted to, so you did it for him, put them together so he could do it. It was for him, and so you did it, and you felt happy knowing he was happy.

And then you felt him inside you, and something else clicked.

This was it. This was what you were for. Filled so perfectly, like nothing else in the world. You'd imagined it, sure. Lots. Daily, really, and you'd thought you'd prepared yourself for the moment when it finally happened. You weren't ready. It was like nothing else, nothing you could have imagined. It was your place to be here, filled with him. It was your purpose.

I went over to his place and we pretty much got down to business immediately, he pulled me in and groped my ass and told me to get on my knees for him

he asked if I was ready for him to make me a woman and i said yes, I undid his jeans and pulled out his cock, it was even bigger than I expected based on the pictures he sent me. as soon as I saw it I couldn't resist touching it, and as soon as I touched it I couldn't resist putting it in my mouth. it tasted pretty much exactly how I expected tbh, not bad or good, just like skin. but it felt so thick and heavy in my mouth, he told me to go as far down as I could and I took it almost all the way to the base. he told me to use my other hand to touch myself and then put his hand on the back of my head and fucked my throat until I gagged on it a couple times, then stopped me because I was about to make him cum. he said I was really good at it and he was surprised I hadn't been sucking cock my whole life. I was already totally cockdrunk

he led me to his couch (we never even made it to the bedroom lol) and told me to bend over for him. I was wearing a sundress and he told me to keep it on so he'd really feel like he was fucking a girl. I obeyed and felt him settle on the couch behind me and pull down the lace panties I bought just for him. I was already so wet just from sucking his cock. he rubbed the tip up and down my cunt for a few seconds, asked me if I was ready to lose my virginity, and when I said yes he started to push in. I felt the stretch immediately and couldn't stop myself from moaning. I'm naturally tight so it took a couple tries to get me loose enough for him to fit, but once it did, I felt my cunt just open up around him. it felt so fucking good, I've taken dildos bigger than him but I'd still never felt so filled up in my life, it was so hard and warm and thick and throbbing and it felt like it fit my cunt perfectly. I felt him bottom out in me and knew my gold star was gone forever. he didn't waste any time, he started fucking me hard and fast right away. I was moaning embarrassingly loud, I haven't sounded that much like a girl in years. I could feel the tip of his cock ramming my cervix with every thrust, I think my eyes rolled back into my head at one point. he also kept saying I had an amazing ass and spanked it a few times

After a while he pulled out and made me suck his cock again, then he put me on my back so I could watch his cock pumping in and out of me. the sight of a man on top of me using my pussy was one of the hottest things I've ever seen. It made me feel so used and degraded. he was calling me a good girl the whole time. then he came in me raw 😵‍💫 I felt his cum flood my cunt and some of it leaked out of me onto the couch, it was so much better than getting fucked with a strap

he didn't last as long as I would have liked but I'll take that as a compliment lol. either way I very much enjoyed it and I don't think that will be the last time I take cock

It's just roleplay, but you think of men as your girlfriend fucks you.

It isn't a kink. You're a straight girl. You always have been.

Oh, don't worry, sweetheart. I was the same.

A confused, angry little dyke feminist. I kept my gold star. I thought I'd marry a woman, but I was fixed.

Only a year ago I was living with a woman.

My daddy fixed me. Now I'm owned and collared. I live with a man, I left my job to become his housewife.

All my friends and family know.

I thought it was a kink, too. That it was the shame of wanting to serve men that made me so wet.

You are a straight girl. It's inevitable. I know it's scary. Be brave for mother. Take a deep breathe, empty your head and repeat after me:

You start to piece it together when I mention hating shellfish, and you say everybody loves shellfish, and I agree, apologizing for being confused. Obviously, I love shellfish because everyone does.

We talk about my job, and I say I'm enjoying it. You admit that you believed I wasn't qualified for it. Suddenly, I agree. I'm actually in over my head, and I should really look into a job more suited to my abilities.

You're finally catching on, and you ask about my relationship. I say I'm happy with my girlfriend, and you tell me girls don't belong together. I don't even blink, agreeing that the relationship doesn't make sense. Two girls? You Remind Me that I was just fooling around and practicing, and I thank you for clearing that up, because I was confused.

You point out that I'm confused a lot because I am not that smart. I agree, because obviously I'm pretty dumb, ignoring any of my education. I even started acting more dumb because I was probably trying too hard to overcompensate.

Thankfully, you make it clear that as my boyfriend and owner, you can handle the smart decisions, like what job I work best at.