Straight Female / 32
Two Can Play The Same Game, But He Won And Has Me Where He Wants Me
I don' know how or why it came over me. I was no longer in college, I was working and a lot of people were married. A couple of coworkers had gotten engaged, and we had bridal parties for them. Another one was pregnant. Over a period of about three weeks I went from not caring to a deep seated fear that I wasn't getting married and I would never have children. I told my boss about it and she told me it was natural, one day you grow up and realize that bullshit walks and it was time to get serious.
At 29 I had a smaller pool from which to pick. Everyone older is married, or divorced and most have children. I had to compete for their attention. My boss, she is in her forties, told me there was another formula, and it worked. Think hard now, she told me. Is there a married man who likes you? One who wants you between the sheets. You can steal him, new baby, new house, new wife, it's an old formula and it works pretty well.
She worked her side of the deal and convinced him that I was one little push away from opening my legs for him. Just a push, maybe he should just grab my ass and not let go. She told me to wear something that when he peeled it off he would keep as a prize. When he grabbed my ass go with the flow, if he kisses me, or grabs one of my tits, just go with the flow, let him know he is only one little step away from getting you naked.
Talking about it, planning it, sounded like it would work. But making it happen was another thing, he did not grab my ass. Then grab his dick and don't let go, get down on your knees and take him whole, show him you are more than willing. I told her she had to be kidding, she told me that going hunting meant I had to go for the kill. And go for him, he's available she assured me, his wife was a thing of the past, married her out of an obligation. She knew. Get him to fuck you and don't let go, get pregnant and he will fall like a domino.
It happened, I mean it came to a head in a restaurant after hours. I sat beside him made sure I was close to him, cleaned up his plate and place setting, got my hand on his thigh and grabbed his dick under the table. He put me in a headlock and told me that if he wanted to fuck me he would. I hated being talked at like that, with that one of voice. Of the way out, I was standing waiting for my car at the valet, he grabbed my ass, I mean grabbed it. I'm following you, let's see what you're made of.
It wasn't pleasant. Not pleasant at all. It was an assault, a direct frontal assault. He left but not before I gave him the code to the gate of the apartments and promised to have another key made for him. I got the message, I was off the market. My mentor at work was proud of me, now get pregnant she told me. Once you have him by the throat don't let go, get pregnant and fast before he changes his mind. Laying there, with my legs open, knowing full well that he was going to get me pregnant was the most difficult thing I had ever done in my life,
The pregnancy was normal, day by day, month by month. He acknowledged he had knocked me up, told his buddies at work that I was a decent fuck. He came to the baby shower, he patted me on the ass in front of my coworkers. After all right then I belonged to him and he made sure they knew it. The baby's birth was normal, everything was just normal. I went to my mother's for three weeks, and when I got back to my apartment I took off another nine weeks. He bought the baby furniture, and some of it was hand me downs from his kids with his wife. He saw me regularly, came over at lunch. I had to prepared something for him, and I got my ass grabbed, my tits grabbed, my mouth kissed and my pussy fucked. All in the matter of his lunch hour.
I went back to work, I had a baby sitter who took care of infants, and I got pregnant again six months later. This time he grabbed me and held me down, forced my legs open and inserted himself in me even when I told him if he did I would get pregnant. Nail her and knock her up, that was his game. If you nail her and stick her with three or four kids they can't run far, you own them. He played me, and I was pregnant for a second time. My mentor told me that sometimes you have to be happy with the dinner you're served. He wants me pregnant again, that's a good sign. Give him those babies, the more the merrier. Don't hold back, go for the gold, lock him down to you.
Then what? It's his hand, how is he going to play it?
At 29 I had a smaller pool from which to pick. Everyone older is married, or divorced and most have children. I had to compete for their attention. My boss, she is in her forties, told me there was another formula, and it worked. Think hard now, she told me. Is there a married man who likes you? One who wants you between the sheets. You can steal him, new baby, new house, new wife, it's an old formula and it works pretty well.
She worked her side of the deal and convinced him that I was one little push away from opening my legs for him. Just a push, maybe he should just grab my ass and not let go. She told me to wear something that when he peeled it off he would keep as a prize. When he grabbed my ass go with the flow, if he kisses me, or grabs one of my tits, just go with the flow, let him know he is only one little step away from getting you naked.
Talking about it, planning it, sounded like it would work. But making it happen was another thing, he did not grab my ass. Then grab his dick and don't let go, get down on your knees and take him whole, show him you are more than willing. I told her she had to be kidding, she told me that going hunting meant I had to go for the kill. And go for him, he's available she assured me, his wife was a thing of the past, married her out of an obligation. She knew. Get him to fuck you and don't let go, get pregnant and he will fall like a domino.
It happened, I mean it came to a head in a restaurant after hours. I sat beside him made sure I was close to him, cleaned up his plate and place setting, got my hand on his thigh and grabbed his dick under the table. He put me in a headlock and told me that if he wanted to fuck me he would. I hated being talked at like that, with that one of voice. Of the way out, I was standing waiting for my car at the valet, he grabbed my ass, I mean grabbed it. I'm following you, let's see what you're made of.
It wasn't pleasant. Not pleasant at all. It was an assault, a direct frontal assault. He left but not before I gave him the code to the gate of the apartments and promised to have another key made for him. I got the message, I was off the market. My mentor at work was proud of me, now get pregnant she told me. Once you have him by the throat don't let go, get pregnant and fast before he changes his mind. Laying there, with my legs open, knowing full well that he was going to get me pregnant was the most difficult thing I had ever done in my life,
The pregnancy was normal, day by day, month by month. He acknowledged he had knocked me up, told his buddies at work that I was a decent fuck. He came to the baby shower, he patted me on the ass in front of my coworkers. After all right then I belonged to him and he made sure they knew it. The baby's birth was normal, everything was just normal. I went to my mother's for three weeks, and when I got back to my apartment I took off another nine weeks. He bought the baby furniture, and some of it was hand me downs from his kids with his wife. He saw me regularly, came over at lunch. I had to prepared something for him, and I got my ass grabbed, my tits grabbed, my mouth kissed and my pussy fucked. All in the matter of his lunch hour.
I went back to work, I had a baby sitter who took care of infants, and I got pregnant again six months later. This time he grabbed me and held me down, forced my legs open and inserted himself in me even when I told him if he did I would get pregnant. Nail her and knock her up, that was his game. If you nail her and stick her with three or four kids they can't run far, you own them. He played me, and I was pregnant for a second time. My mentor told me that sometimes you have to be happy with the dinner you're served. He wants me pregnant again, that's a good sign. Give him those babies, the more the merrier. Don't hold back, go for the gold, lock him down to you.
Then what? It's his hand, how is he going to play it?
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