Chasing Him Until I Caught Him

I am 29 now, but when I was 24 I fell hard for a man I met at work. He was then in his early forties and very successful. Very masculine. Very assertive. He held the room when he walked in and lesser men bowed to him. From the first time I was in a room with him I dreamed of being taken by him.

My dreams were always rough sex, torn clothes, slapped around into submission, fucked up the ass first before getting his full load up my uterus. I dreamt of being pregnant, I dreamt of fixing dinner. I wore clothes I knew called attention. I sat beside him in meetings and I stirred his coffee. I went all out to become his work wife. And many times I wore dresses and went commando when I went to his office. I bent over his desk and asked him if he liked what he was looking at. Little did I know then that men like to discover, they don't like it splayed out like that.

I sucked his dick under his desk. I let him get his hand up under my shirt. I bent over and let him peel my panties down to fuck me. Anything that was required to be his 'woman' at work. In short I threw myself at him, and he picked me up and fucked me for his pleasure.

But the years passed by and I was his work wife, his fuck, his cock sucker girl. But nothing more than that. I hatched a plan all by myself. I went off birth control and made sure he fucked me during my fertile days. But nothing, absolutely nothing. I found out he had had himself snipped in college. No babies coming from him. All that work and I wasn't ever going to get a baby from him.

I was angry but I was in love with him too. I talked to him about getting a reversal to get me pregnant. He laughed, like that was going to work. Well it worked, and now I have my bouncing baby boy to prove it. Now I have to convince him to marry me for real. I'm tired of being just his work wife.