My Career Derailed, My New Life Thrust Upon Me

I was 37 and a virgin. Love never came my way. I worked in the Financial Reporting section of a Fortune 100. My life was my career. I had a small condo and drove a nice but sensible car. My mother still lived, my father died when I was in high school. I was a wall flower, never attractive, a good student, a teacher's pet. I looked like my father.

A man in his fifties talked to me that day. He kept me from going back to my office. Stand and talk he told me, life is short he told me. I was angry, upset that he was monopolizing my time. It was late in the morning, past eleven. He told me he was visiting the office, he worked in Perth, Australia. He wasn't familiar with the area, so why didn't I take him to lunch.

Whatever took over me I felt pressured into taking him. We went to a small place a couple of blocks away and sat in a booth that overlooked the street. He told me where he worked the downtown was out of the way, the facility was out in the country. He was engaging, he kept my attention, he had been with the company over twenty five years, worked all over the world. He was the VP for the Far East, including China. He was a 'wheel' and I was a 'fender'.

He took me out that night, to return the favor. We went to this nice restaurant and stayed out late. When the night was ending he went with me to my apartment, dropped the cab and went in with me. I had never had a man there at that hour. He ran his hand across my butt in an overly familiar manner. He stood me against the wall and felt up my boobs, before kissing me. With his hand in my crotch he told me that he had never fucked a girl like me, so prim and proper. He grabbed my crotch and kissed me.

I had already surrendered, this was my day and fate had set it up that way. If I kept quiet I was getting lucky and I was going to lose my virginity. I worried about my panties, I hadn't prepared myself for this. My sofa faced the window, he pushed me over so that I had my weight on my hips on the back of the sofa and held myself up with my hands on the cushion. God I was going to be fucked like that staring out the window. My panties came off along with my pants and his finger went into my vagina. He turned it and I felt his penis against my leg, and after a few minutes, maybe just one minute, I don't know really, he 'stuck' his penis in me.

I could see us in the reflection of the window. He kept talking telling me that a woman needs to have the bitch fucked out of her. I kept asking myself why he didn't just shup up and fuck me. He pulled his dick out and poked my butthole. NO I yelled at him. He finished fucking me and held me hard by the hips while he pumped and pumped his sperm in me.

The long and short of it is that I had a baby at thirty eight with an Aussie. A man with white hair and a white beard, tanned from working outside, strong hands and strong hips, a man who felt his rights lay in fucking the bitch out of me, laying his seed in me. Even pregnant he fucked me, he took me to Perth and set me up before marrying me. I 'gave' him two more babies after the first one, the third born when I was forty three years old. All babies were nice and normal and healthy (thank God).

I have learned to live in this country, it's been ten years since I met him. He took retirement last year and moved us to a nice place out in the country. My career ended that day, it was over. Dead and buried. The bitch in me fucked out, and pregnant I followed him to Australia.