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Women Only
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Straight Female / 67
Swept Away In A Flood Of Emotions,
I got my certification and had to attend continuing education. I was 27 and I was on my first out of town trip to Las Vegas. At lunch the first day I found a seat at a table and a man sat beside me. Older. He talked to me, even though I tried to shut it down. I was never into men talking to me, or anything else either. He touched my hand and he touched my thigh, I got up to leave and he told me to 'sit down' the speaker was talking.
I don't know how many times I had to move his hand off my thigh, or wrestle my hand away from him. I tried staring him down but that didn't work either. I just suffered. No one else noticed of if they did didn't care what was happening to me. When the lunch was over there was about a half hour before the first after lunch session and he told me he wanted to go for a short walk before the session started. I told him I couldn't, and I had to use the ladies' room. He waited for me.
I never made it to the first afternoon session. He took me around the adjoining mall and talked and talked and talked. He asked me my room number. He literally patted my behind. I won't say how many times he took my the shoulders. When we got back to the hotel he suggested we go brush our teeth. At my room he walked in with me. Now I had a man in my room. I asked him what he was doing there and he told me he thought he would fuck me. I told him he would have to r**e me. He looked at me, if that's what you want, it was ok with him.
I barely had a chance to turn down the bed before he was fucking me. Taking my virginity. Sticking his dirty dick in me. Breathing down my neck like a rabid dog. Gripping me, immobilizing me. I had never been fucked and I didn't know what men really did. When he stiffened up and started to pump all his semen in me, I got scared. I kept hitting him on the face and shoulders not to get me pregnant. But it was all too late.
He got up and used toothpaste with his finger and washed out his mouth and came back to the bed and sat down beside me. He put the palm of his hand over my pussy, and started to rub the palm of his thumb over my clitoris. He leaned over and sucked hard on my nipple and I went into a seizure. The first real orgasm I ever had. I seized up, I got a cramp in my foot, I couldn't focus, his hand rubbing me and still sucking on my nipple. I lay there, very aware as to just how vulnerable I was, probably going to get pregnant, and this man was leaning over me, owning me, telling me that is what he wanted from me, to be all woman.
When I left Las Vegas I was married. The second day conferences I sat with him in everything, with this wedding band on my finger that he had bought at the 'chapel' where we got married. My head was spinning, I was one hundred percent positive that he had gotten me pregnant. Now I was legally married to him.
We lived in different cities. That weekend he moved me to his place and his kitchen. He told me what side of the bed I slept on, he watched me wash dishes. That's what he wanted, me and women's work, folding his laundry. He reveled in it, watching me do laundry, sweep the kitchen, wash dishes. I got bigger and bigger. And bigger. I grew so big I couldn't believe it. He bought a house a month before the baby came. By then I had a new name and a whole new identity. All those women touching my belly. This man snoring beside me. One day I was single thinking of places to go and have fun and the next I was married and pregnant to a man I didn't know.
That was then this is now. I'm 67 and have had a good life, washing and cooking. He wanted a family and I had five children. I learned how to cook out of necessity. It took a while to being Mrs. to my kid's teachers. I worked part time and raised my children. I didn't go back to work full time till I was 35 at a small tax firm, I'm still there doing tax returns. I did keep up my license but never did go off to some conference, no sir, my husband either went with me or kept me in town for my continuing education.
I don't know how many times I had to move his hand off my thigh, or wrestle my hand away from him. I tried staring him down but that didn't work either. I just suffered. No one else noticed of if they did didn't care what was happening to me. When the lunch was over there was about a half hour before the first after lunch session and he told me he wanted to go for a short walk before the session started. I told him I couldn't, and I had to use the ladies' room. He waited for me.
I never made it to the first afternoon session. He took me around the adjoining mall and talked and talked and talked. He asked me my room number. He literally patted my behind. I won't say how many times he took my the shoulders. When we got back to the hotel he suggested we go brush our teeth. At my room he walked in with me. Now I had a man in my room. I asked him what he was doing there and he told me he thought he would fuck me. I told him he would have to r**e me. He looked at me, if that's what you want, it was ok with him.
I barely had a chance to turn down the bed before he was fucking me. Taking my virginity. Sticking his dirty dick in me. Breathing down my neck like a rabid dog. Gripping me, immobilizing me. I had never been fucked and I didn't know what men really did. When he stiffened up and started to pump all his semen in me, I got scared. I kept hitting him on the face and shoulders not to get me pregnant. But it was all too late.
He got up and used toothpaste with his finger and washed out his mouth and came back to the bed and sat down beside me. He put the palm of his hand over my pussy, and started to rub the palm of his thumb over my clitoris. He leaned over and sucked hard on my nipple and I went into a seizure. The first real orgasm I ever had. I seized up, I got a cramp in my foot, I couldn't focus, his hand rubbing me and still sucking on my nipple. I lay there, very aware as to just how vulnerable I was, probably going to get pregnant, and this man was leaning over me, owning me, telling me that is what he wanted from me, to be all woman.
When I left Las Vegas I was married. The second day conferences I sat with him in everything, with this wedding band on my finger that he had bought at the 'chapel' where we got married. My head was spinning, I was one hundred percent positive that he had gotten me pregnant. Now I was legally married to him.
We lived in different cities. That weekend he moved me to his place and his kitchen. He told me what side of the bed I slept on, he watched me wash dishes. That's what he wanted, me and women's work, folding his laundry. He reveled in it, watching me do laundry, sweep the kitchen, wash dishes. I got bigger and bigger. And bigger. I grew so big I couldn't believe it. He bought a house a month before the baby came. By then I had a new name and a whole new identity. All those women touching my belly. This man snoring beside me. One day I was single thinking of places to go and have fun and the next I was married and pregnant to a man I didn't know.
That was then this is now. I'm 67 and have had a good life, washing and cooking. He wanted a family and I had five children. I learned how to cook out of necessity. It took a while to being Mrs. to my kid's teachers. I worked part time and raised my children. I didn't go back to work full time till I was 35 at a small tax firm, I'm still there doing tax returns. I did keep up my license but never did go off to some conference, no sir, my husband either went with me or kept me in town for my continuing education.
