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Lesbian Stories
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Lesbian Female / 35
A Man Stepped In And Got Me Pregnant
I was a Senior Manager with my job. I am a confirmed lesbian. It's not about walking around with lesbian on your forehead, but I was and everyone knew it. I was 30 and I had just ended a five year relationship with my partner, over her cheating. It was a divorce, without the papers. Including splitting the assets and coparenting our furry boy Max, I was steaming still and not in the mood for much.
My boss, Mr. Fix it, came to my condo to look at my air conditioner. He found some part not working, went to Home Depot and had my air conditioner working. I thanked him and he touched my face and "sure thing sweety, Daddy's here to keep you out of trouble". It hit me wrong and I called him out for demeaning me and making fun of the fact that I am woman. He grabbed me, from behind, grabbing me by my breasts and wrestling me to the ground. I'm a big girl and he had to work hard to immobilize me with his knee in the small of my back.
Laying his chest and upper body weight on my back he reached under me and got my pants unbuttoned and zipped down and started to push his hand down my front. I managed to throw him off, but he was back on me, except now he was in a better position to work my pants down. I yelled to no one, I did not want to be r**ed, but no one came. He got my pants off one leg and worked me over on my back and bit my ear lobe and got his pants down and he got his penis in me, all the way in and he could stroke it in and out. With his hands on my breasts he held himself up to look down at me and asked me over and over if I liked my Daddy fucking me.
When he went into ejaculation mode I missed the clues and by the time I figured it out he had ejaculated in me. He got off of me and looked down at me and told me that is the way he wanted me, with my legs spread open.
Something told me that suing him or accusing him of r**e or sexual harassment was going to come back to haunt me. I knew laying there under him that I was pregnant. I knew more than one lesbian that got pregnant the same way, sperm can live in you for several days and you can release more than one egg when you're forced to ovulate, forced male sex triggers you to get pregnant. The most I was able to say is that he was on the hook for child support and I expected him to support his child at his standard of living.
Eight weeks and the pregnancy was confirmed by ultrasound, Twelve weeks and I was past the critical weeks for a miscarriage. Fifteen weeks and I had a monthly schedule with my Obstetrician. I asked him for money to buy maternity wear. He insisted on having sex with me in bed. He stands over me when he is done, I lay with my legs open and my breasts exposed so he can see me the way he wants me.
I could not see what he found attractive in me. Five ten and 195 pounds, thick legs and arms, and belly fat that competed with his. I have always had a nice face, and now I was forced to wear makeup. I cut my hair short because I was over heated during my pregnancy. I had a butterfly tattoo on my shoulder and he had his initials tattooed into the wings. My condo was small and he had me work with a realtor for a three bedroom unit. He insisted on referring to himself as Daddy and would only answer to Daddy when I wanted something. That included while he was having sex. I had to call him Daddy. With my daughter in hand it became easier, I call him Daddy instead of Tom and refer to him as Daddy to my friends and family. They think it's because he is the Daddy of my daughter, but it's his way of keeping me in my place.
I gave up on fighting the role I've had to adopt. My daughter needs me being Mom and that's how he wants it. When he is in the mood I lay with my legs open and hold breasts for him. I ask him if Daddy wants to make love to Mommy. I call him Daddy while he makes love to me, I refer to myself as Mommy. One day my daughter is going to ask me questions and all I can tell her is that Daddy wants Mommy.
My boss, Mr. Fix it, came to my condo to look at my air conditioner. He found some part not working, went to Home Depot and had my air conditioner working. I thanked him and he touched my face and "sure thing sweety, Daddy's here to keep you out of trouble". It hit me wrong and I called him out for demeaning me and making fun of the fact that I am woman. He grabbed me, from behind, grabbing me by my breasts and wrestling me to the ground. I'm a big girl and he had to work hard to immobilize me with his knee in the small of my back.
Laying his chest and upper body weight on my back he reached under me and got my pants unbuttoned and zipped down and started to push his hand down my front. I managed to throw him off, but he was back on me, except now he was in a better position to work my pants down. I yelled to no one, I did not want to be r**ed, but no one came. He got my pants off one leg and worked me over on my back and bit my ear lobe and got his pants down and he got his penis in me, all the way in and he could stroke it in and out. With his hands on my breasts he held himself up to look down at me and asked me over and over if I liked my Daddy fucking me.
When he went into ejaculation mode I missed the clues and by the time I figured it out he had ejaculated in me. He got off of me and looked down at me and told me that is the way he wanted me, with my legs spread open.
Something told me that suing him or accusing him of r**e or sexual harassment was going to come back to haunt me. I knew laying there under him that I was pregnant. I knew more than one lesbian that got pregnant the same way, sperm can live in you for several days and you can release more than one egg when you're forced to ovulate, forced male sex triggers you to get pregnant. The most I was able to say is that he was on the hook for child support and I expected him to support his child at his standard of living.
Eight weeks and the pregnancy was confirmed by ultrasound, Twelve weeks and I was past the critical weeks for a miscarriage. Fifteen weeks and I had a monthly schedule with my Obstetrician. I asked him for money to buy maternity wear. He insisted on having sex with me in bed. He stands over me when he is done, I lay with my legs open and my breasts exposed so he can see me the way he wants me.
I could not see what he found attractive in me. Five ten and 195 pounds, thick legs and arms, and belly fat that competed with his. I have always had a nice face, and now I was forced to wear makeup. I cut my hair short because I was over heated during my pregnancy. I had a butterfly tattoo on my shoulder and he had his initials tattooed into the wings. My condo was small and he had me work with a realtor for a three bedroom unit. He insisted on referring to himself as Daddy and would only answer to Daddy when I wanted something. That included while he was having sex. I had to call him Daddy. With my daughter in hand it became easier, I call him Daddy instead of Tom and refer to him as Daddy to my friends and family. They think it's because he is the Daddy of my daughter, but it's his way of keeping me in my place.
I gave up on fighting the role I've had to adopt. My daughter needs me being Mom and that's how he wants it. When he is in the mood I lay with my legs open and hold breasts for him. I ask him if Daddy wants to make love to Mommy. I call him Daddy while he makes love to me, I refer to myself as Mommy. One day my daughter is going to ask me questions and all I can tell her is that Daddy wants Mommy.
