Straight Female / 29
My first professional job got me involved as the junior assistant on a team reviewing an acquisition. The 'old man' was the Exec VP of BD and he was bound and determined to make this acquisition happen. From the beginning I noticed some changes to some of the documents, that were not in track changes. I brought them to his attention, and we discovered that one of the members on our team was fixing things that helped the other side.
After that I was a permanent member of his staff. One late night, we were getting ready for a presentation the next day, I told him about a trip I was planning with some friends, and he told me flat out that I shouldn't go. I was tired, and I answered him, I said thank you but he wasn't my father and I could take care of myself. He answered that he took care of me and as far as he was concerned he was my daddy and that I wasn't going and that was that. I sat silently, I didn't answer. He stood up and told me to come over to him, that he was going to fuck me and we were going to get all this out of the way. It wasn't only the words, it was the way he looked at me, I went over and let him undress me and he had me lean over the conference room table and he fucked me.
After that evening, whenever we traveled, although we always rented two rooms, I slept with him. A year later he helped me buy a town house. He programmed his car so that he could enter the complex, and open my garage. He came and went as he pleased, some nights he spent all night with me, other nights he came by for dinner and if I wasn't indisposed, we had sex.
A girl from work got married and we both went, separately, but he was seated beside the dance floor and he asked me to dance for him. He took me out to his car to fuck me. I never resisted, if he wanted to fuck me I let him. As I walked back across the parking lot, I knew he was watching me. I knew he liked to watch how I walked, he liked to see me from behind. I felt self conscious, I was in a dress that all of a sudden was too tight and clinged to me. I could feel his eyes on my butt. I could feel him fucking me, how he held me when he did, I relived the fucking in the car, I could still feel his penis in me. I went into the ladies room and sat in stall and cried.
One of the girls told him I was in the restroom, and he walked in and told the other women to leave, that he wanted to talk to her. When he called me I opened the door and let him talk to me. That night he came over and spent the night with me, had sex with me again and asked me to give him oral sex in the morning to show him that I loved him. He told me I was his woman and that was that, life was just what it was, that I was his woman, and that I had come along later and that I wasn't going to get married, but there was no mistaking that I was his woman.
I know that I am his woman, I know that he isn't going to divorce his wife. I grew up in a small Christian community, where you got married and had a family. I went off to college and took a job in the big city for a big company. I make more money than any of my siblings, but they have families and kids. I belong to a man, a successful man, I am his woman but not his wife. I haven't asked him if I can have kids. Up till now that wasn't important, but I am going to turn 30 and I would at least like to have a couple of kids.
I don't think I am a wimp for being his woman. That is just how it is. He wanted me to be his and I am. It is just that, no more than that. You can't pick who you belong to.
After that I was a permanent member of his staff. One late night, we were getting ready for a presentation the next day, I told him about a trip I was planning with some friends, and he told me flat out that I shouldn't go. I was tired, and I answered him, I said thank you but he wasn't my father and I could take care of myself. He answered that he took care of me and as far as he was concerned he was my daddy and that I wasn't going and that was that. I sat silently, I didn't answer. He stood up and told me to come over to him, that he was going to fuck me and we were going to get all this out of the way. It wasn't only the words, it was the way he looked at me, I went over and let him undress me and he had me lean over the conference room table and he fucked me.
After that evening, whenever we traveled, although we always rented two rooms, I slept with him. A year later he helped me buy a town house. He programmed his car so that he could enter the complex, and open my garage. He came and went as he pleased, some nights he spent all night with me, other nights he came by for dinner and if I wasn't indisposed, we had sex.
A girl from work got married and we both went, separately, but he was seated beside the dance floor and he asked me to dance for him. He took me out to his car to fuck me. I never resisted, if he wanted to fuck me I let him. As I walked back across the parking lot, I knew he was watching me. I knew he liked to watch how I walked, he liked to see me from behind. I felt self conscious, I was in a dress that all of a sudden was too tight and clinged to me. I could feel his eyes on my butt. I could feel him fucking me, how he held me when he did, I relived the fucking in the car, I could still feel his penis in me. I went into the ladies room and sat in stall and cried.
One of the girls told him I was in the restroom, and he walked in and told the other women to leave, that he wanted to talk to her. When he called me I opened the door and let him talk to me. That night he came over and spent the night with me, had sex with me again and asked me to give him oral sex in the morning to show him that I loved him. He told me I was his woman and that was that, life was just what it was, that I was his woman, and that I had come along later and that I wasn't going to get married, but there was no mistaking that I was his woman.
I know that I am his woman, I know that he isn't going to divorce his wife. I grew up in a small Christian community, where you got married and had a family. I went off to college and took a job in the big city for a big company. I make more money than any of my siblings, but they have families and kids. I belong to a man, a successful man, I am his woman but not his wife. I haven't asked him if I can have kids. Up till now that wasn't important, but I am going to turn 30 and I would at least like to have a couple of kids.
I don't think I am a wimp for being his woman. That is just how it is. He wanted me to be his and I am. It is just that, no more than that. You can't pick who you belong to.
