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Women Only
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Bi-Sexual Female / 31
It Surprised Me Too, What All I Do For My Man
Everything changed after my father died. Before that, time seemed to stand still. I was in my second college major. I had a degree in Behavioral Science but I didn't like it and was now studying Fine Arts. Along the way I had picked up a few habits that my father didn't approve of and I hadn't seen him for several years. And then the money stopped.
The rent was due, and I had other bills. I had about 100 when he died. A couple of months went by fast and I was served with an eviction notice. It was only then that I tried to get a job, any job. I got a job as midnight waitress at an all 24 hour diner. I lasted three hours before I was fired and I didn't get paid. I walked back to my apartment, the locks had been changed and I slept under the stairs. My 'goods' were confiscated for back rent.
A neighbor in the unit saw me and I told him what had happened and he allowed me to use his apartment to shower and brush my hair. He loaned me long shirt while my clothes dried. He lifted the shirt to see if I was a 'woman'. He told me I had to gain a few pounds. He let me stay there and he kept me, food and bought me some clothes. He told me if I took care of the apartment, did all the cooking and all the chores, I could stay and finish my degree. I agreed.
He came for me, I suppose that is the best word to use, he came for me and told me that he wanted sex from me. Real sex, not a washboard, hot and steamy and not keep anything from him. When he was done he told me that I needed to gain weight, he wasn't into that look, counting ribs. He put me on a diet. He was a member of a gym and he brought home protein supplements and he took me there to work out. He stood me on a scale and told me that my goal was to gain thirty pounds, he wanted all muscle and he wanted a hot, hot pussy every night.
Over the following two years I gained all of the thirty pounds and ten more because he liked me filled in. I worked out every day and I didn't have an ounce of fat on me. He fucked me two or three times a week and I did everything I could be hot pussy for him. I became a passable blowjob girl and gave him a day or two notice that I was going to have my period, so there wouldn't be any mistakes. During my period I slept in 'my' room. I kept up with the place, completed my chores, I became very efficient at it. Organized and on time. I also became very obsessive with a clean and neat place. And I finished my degree in Fine Arts and graduated from the Art Institute.
I wasn't the same girl, even I recognized that. I saw myself in the mirror, not a rib showing, meaty arms and legs, a strong butt. I was still five foot three inches, but I weighed in at 145 pounds. All muscle, I loved myself that way. I started doing sketches of myself, from posing in the mirror, to some from pictures I took of myself. Nudes but stylized. No porn. I liked the whole female form look, I loved in fact. Right then I was in love with myself, with being a female, with my body, and then him. I imagined my body while he took it for himself, and drew sketches of what I imagined I looked like in the middle of being screwed. I had a very vivid imagination. I kept all my sketches and went back to them to improve them. I didn't show them to him. I told him I didn't want to work all I wanted to do was stay home.
My friends were from the gym, I wasn't allowed to have a male friend, so I had female friends instead. I convinced one of them to let me sketch her and she posed out all the sex positions. I developed a desire for her and we had sex one afternoon, wild and dirty sex. I apologized and she apologized and we agreed that we weren't going down that route. But I told him that night, I told him what I'd done. I showed him some the sketches of her and he told me I had talent enough, but he needed me for himself and he wasn't going to share.
A week later I asked him to marry me, and keep me to himself. I did my part and had a baby and then another one, and we moved out of the apartment where I had lived for five years into a house on a street with large trees. I keep up with the gym, a different gym. My woman friend is in my life, I don't have any male friends. We don't have 'sex', it's something else, but it's physical and intimate and he doesn't like me telling him about it, so I don't. Except sometimes I tell him everything and I get really hot.
The rent was due, and I had other bills. I had about 100 when he died. A couple of months went by fast and I was served with an eviction notice. It was only then that I tried to get a job, any job. I got a job as midnight waitress at an all 24 hour diner. I lasted three hours before I was fired and I didn't get paid. I walked back to my apartment, the locks had been changed and I slept under the stairs. My 'goods' were confiscated for back rent.
A neighbor in the unit saw me and I told him what had happened and he allowed me to use his apartment to shower and brush my hair. He loaned me long shirt while my clothes dried. He lifted the shirt to see if I was a 'woman'. He told me I had to gain a few pounds. He let me stay there and he kept me, food and bought me some clothes. He told me if I took care of the apartment, did all the cooking and all the chores, I could stay and finish my degree. I agreed.
He came for me, I suppose that is the best word to use, he came for me and told me that he wanted sex from me. Real sex, not a washboard, hot and steamy and not keep anything from him. When he was done he told me that I needed to gain weight, he wasn't into that look, counting ribs. He put me on a diet. He was a member of a gym and he brought home protein supplements and he took me there to work out. He stood me on a scale and told me that my goal was to gain thirty pounds, he wanted all muscle and he wanted a hot, hot pussy every night.
Over the following two years I gained all of the thirty pounds and ten more because he liked me filled in. I worked out every day and I didn't have an ounce of fat on me. He fucked me two or three times a week and I did everything I could be hot pussy for him. I became a passable blowjob girl and gave him a day or two notice that I was going to have my period, so there wouldn't be any mistakes. During my period I slept in 'my' room. I kept up with the place, completed my chores, I became very efficient at it. Organized and on time. I also became very obsessive with a clean and neat place. And I finished my degree in Fine Arts and graduated from the Art Institute.
I wasn't the same girl, even I recognized that. I saw myself in the mirror, not a rib showing, meaty arms and legs, a strong butt. I was still five foot three inches, but I weighed in at 145 pounds. All muscle, I loved myself that way. I started doing sketches of myself, from posing in the mirror, to some from pictures I took of myself. Nudes but stylized. No porn. I liked the whole female form look, I loved in fact. Right then I was in love with myself, with being a female, with my body, and then him. I imagined my body while he took it for himself, and drew sketches of what I imagined I looked like in the middle of being screwed. I had a very vivid imagination. I kept all my sketches and went back to them to improve them. I didn't show them to him. I told him I didn't want to work all I wanted to do was stay home.
My friends were from the gym, I wasn't allowed to have a male friend, so I had female friends instead. I convinced one of them to let me sketch her and she posed out all the sex positions. I developed a desire for her and we had sex one afternoon, wild and dirty sex. I apologized and she apologized and we agreed that we weren't going down that route. But I told him that night, I told him what I'd done. I showed him some the sketches of her and he told me I had talent enough, but he needed me for himself and he wasn't going to share.
A week later I asked him to marry me, and keep me to himself. I did my part and had a baby and then another one, and we moved out of the apartment where I had lived for five years into a house on a street with large trees. I keep up with the gym, a different gym. My woman friend is in my life, I don't have any male friends. We don't have 'sex', it's something else, but it's physical and intimate and he doesn't like me telling him about it, so I don't. Except sometimes I tell him everything and I get really hot.
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