He was more than twice my age, a family friend, a father figure - someone I loved and trusted, someone who cared for me. Ironically, I don't think he has any recollection of the experience because he was drunk out of his mind and we've never spoken about it since.

Almost ten years ago, I went to meet him after a dinner out with my friends, he'd been partying at the office and needed a ride home. He was very drunk, it smelt of champagne and cigarettes. Immediately he commented on the way I was dressed - a satin slip dress, black, knee length, with spaghetti straps. I wasn't wearing anything under and the A/C made my nipples hard and poke through.

He kept asking me if I liked people looking at my body, asking if I was aroused because my nipples were hard. I was embarrassed and tried to ignore him, but he kept asking so I denied it. He laughed and asked if I was wet, he said he could see that I was aroused. Again I denied it. Prove it. He said.

I kept arguing he was wrong, he kept telling me to prove it, daring me. Eventually I gave in. I turned away and lifted the skirt of my dress, he told me to bend over so he could see. I was dripping. He laughed, called me a liar, and spanked me which only made me wetter.

He kept asking me why I was so wet, asking who I was fucking. He didn't believe that I was a virgin. His knuckles were running along my slit and I felt his finger pressed against my asshole, he asked if I was a virgin because I took it there instead. I kept telling him that I was a virgin, that my girlfriend and I didn't do that.

He sat me on his lap, pulled the straps of my dress down and started playing with my tits, his other hand moving between my legs as he quizzed me on how and where my girlfriend touched me. When I came, he pushed his finger inside my ass, then pulled it out and sucked it. Then he started to tease my clit again, I was dripping wet, I wasn't looking when he slid the first finger in. It didn't take long before I was orgasming again.

He repositioned me so my back was leaning against his chest and he unbuckled - look what you did. He lifted me so that his cock was between my legs, and he started moving his hips rubbing it between my lips. I could see it dripping precum, I could see it throbbing. It didn't slide in as easy as his finger, he was huge. He bounced me on his cock like a toy. It didn't take him long, he finished on the floor.

And that was how I figured out I wasn't a lesbian.