He Wanted Me, He Got Me, Now He Has To Keep Me

Our company volunteered to help with habitat for humanity. We met at the construction site, I wore short short jeans, a sleeveless tank top and sneakers. My boss who worships me had never seen me out of the office. He was embarrassed for me, insisted I go inside and not expose myself to the other workmates. He was very serious, cover up or go home.

Inside was hot, it was humid, I stayed out of site as much as I could. But nature knows what it's doing, sweaty, top stuck to my boobs, wet sweat down my ass crack, my hair, my arm pits, I looked 'terrible'.

He wanted me out of there, he pushed and I pushed back until he had me by the waist carrying me to his car. I pouted, refused to put my seatbelt on, forcing him to buckle me in. He wasn't able to avoid touching my boobs. He couldn't take his eyes off my crotch. Nature was hard at work. I made him carry me into my apartment.

I slipped my shorts down, stripped my top off, off with my bra. Sweaty, in panties I asked what was he going to do. He stared at me, stared. I slipped my panties off, "well? do something" and I laid back on my bed, opened my legs and told him to show me why I had to obey him.

He got real manly, pinned me down, fucked me, finished inside me. Now he had to marry me.

I told him, I wanted the ring, the party, the gown, the church, the band, a house. I didn't come cheap. He's a pussy cat around me, the Tom Cat fucked out of him. He wanted me, worshipped me, but owning me is going to be the most expensive thing he's ever bought.