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Women Only
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Straight Female / 30
My Daddy Figure, My Baby's Father
Well it wasn't only me. We, by that I mean several of us twenty something women who worked at a company in various positions that all reported up to Mr. Blinkin. Mr. Blinkin, or Joe, was the ultimate Daddy to us. I wasn't alone, we all talked very intimate feelings with him, and if we needed to go home early we were open about our period. I had never heard at that time about bra shopping and being fitted. Mr. Blinkin took me to Sacks Fifth Ave for my first fitting. Oh yeah, what an experience.
I tripped on the stairs and sprained my ankle. Mr. Blinkin picked me up in his arms and carried me to reception to sit me down and examine me, on his knees looking straight up my dress and orange panties. He explained he averted his eyes, and saw nothing.
I was out with him, waiting to cross a street and he put his hand on my shoulder to guide me, as we walked his hand went down my back and across my bottom. I'm relating these things because us 'girls' all saw him as our Daddy, and we all had our share of intimate experiences.
The time came when I had to be frank with him and let him know that I would only consider having his babies. I was quite frank actually, I told him I wanted four babies, and I wanted my babies' father to walk the girls down the idle, and be there for the boys when they finished college. I was ready, old enough, and fertile. I could start 'now' and be done by the time I was thirty.
Engaging in sex was all or nothing for me. My commitment was unwavering, if boys could go to war, us girls could surely become mothers. He listened to me, caressed my face gently, told me I was his favorite, but I needed to sleep on it. Such decisions are not to be taken lightly. And motherhood was for grownup women.
I tripped on the stairs and sprained my ankle. Mr. Blinkin picked me up in his arms and carried me to reception to sit me down and examine me, on his knees looking straight up my dress and orange panties. He explained he averted his eyes, and saw nothing.
I was out with him, waiting to cross a street and he put his hand on my shoulder to guide me, as we walked his hand went down my back and across my bottom. I'm relating these things because us 'girls' all saw him as our Daddy, and we all had our share of intimate experiences.
The time came when I had to be frank with him and let him know that I would only consider having his babies. I was quite frank actually, I told him I wanted four babies, and I wanted my babies' father to walk the girls down the idle, and be there for the boys when they finished college. I was ready, old enough, and fertile. I could start 'now' and be done by the time I was thirty.
Engaging in sex was all or nothing for me. My commitment was unwavering, if boys could go to war, us girls could surely become mothers. He listened to me, caressed my face gently, told me I was his favorite, but I needed to sleep on it. Such decisions are not to be taken lightly. And motherhood was for grownup women.
