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Women Only
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Straight Female / 35
A Neighbor Situation Drove Him To Look After Me
This may trigger some people.
I'm tall, blonde and blue eyed. I have a decent body. I worked in an HR capacity for a medium sized business. This happened to me back in 2016, at the time I was 26 years old and trying to make ends meet. I was working for a salary with benefits but I had to give my mother 800 a month for her rent. I had dated a bit, but between working two jobs before I got hired at the corporation, and living with my mother, I really didn't date. So, with my job that paid more, I moved out into a one bedroom in a not so nice complex.
At the complex, down the hall from me, lived a couple of black guys. They kept hitting on me and asking me if I had a girlfriend I could bring to the party. I will say this up front, I had no interest in them. None. The idea of one of the fucking me scared the hell out of me. I was paranoid perhaps, but out of some need for reassurance I told my boss about them.
He went all defensive. No N is going to touch you. Never let a N fuck you. You keep that pussy clean, never let a B dick in you. He was so over the top about it and I asked him if he was prohibiting me from seeing them. "Your damn right I am, you are reserved property". So with that I told them that I didn't have permission to date. It served my purpose.
But he was already hot and bothered and decided that he wasn't going to leave me there, and he moved me out over the weekend. And set me up in his apartment. I went along completely, he was so focused on protecting me. I had a man now that looked after me, so I had to pay attention to him and keep my nose clean. I got some rules laid down about living with him, like I couldn't go out with out his permission, I had my duties in the kitchen and he wanted me to be the one that took care of the household. I didn't have a rent obligation, or utilities.
The second night I was there he told me that it wasn't working for him, I was right there and he wanted me beside him. He gave me the choice of which side I would sleep on. And don't come to bed with anything on that he couldn't take off in an emergency. No panties was better. He had a lot of pent up desire and he didn't know when he would feel that he had evened up. So, no panties.
No one had ever wanted me, much less gotten on top of me. He got a full measure and released all his manhood in me. By the end of the first week I didn't wear anything when I went to bed, what was the sense in wearing anything, he was going to tear if off anyway. I heard later from a good friend, I was having my honeymoon and didn't know it. He gave me complete license to take over all the household, which I wanted to do. I wanted to show him I was a good housewife, not only in bed with him, but taking care of the table and the vacuuming.
I lasted six weeks before we eloped and I showed up at work with a ring on my finger. It had never crossed my mind really, but I was quick to get my name changed. I looked at him and he was my husband, and I was determined that when he looked at me he saw his housewife. By housewife, I didn't want to work at all, I wanted to stay home and be kept. Except that I had to come up with my mother's rent. That's the only reason I kept working.
26 is not a bad age to start having children, I had baby fever come over me, and I made sure I could get pregnant. He was surprised, but not disappointed and he let me get pregnant a couple of more times. We moved out of the apartment after I had the first one, and by the time the lockdowns came we were living in a house with a front and back yard, and my mother moved in to help me.
Of course the children are all out of preschool and my mother still lives with us, and he goes to work and I'm a stay at home housewife. He's happy, he is always happy, the noise of the children is music to his ears and he gets along with my mother (all the stress of money is gone away from her). I do wear panties to bed now, and let him take them off if he wants to, but I have them to put back on because the kids barge in in the morning.
I'm tall, blonde and blue eyed. I have a decent body. I worked in an HR capacity for a medium sized business. This happened to me back in 2016, at the time I was 26 years old and trying to make ends meet. I was working for a salary with benefits but I had to give my mother 800 a month for her rent. I had dated a bit, but between working two jobs before I got hired at the corporation, and living with my mother, I really didn't date. So, with my job that paid more, I moved out into a one bedroom in a not so nice complex.
At the complex, down the hall from me, lived a couple of black guys. They kept hitting on me and asking me if I had a girlfriend I could bring to the party. I will say this up front, I had no interest in them. None. The idea of one of the fucking me scared the hell out of me. I was paranoid perhaps, but out of some need for reassurance I told my boss about them.
He went all defensive. No N is going to touch you. Never let a N fuck you. You keep that pussy clean, never let a B dick in you. He was so over the top about it and I asked him if he was prohibiting me from seeing them. "Your damn right I am, you are reserved property". So with that I told them that I didn't have permission to date. It served my purpose.
But he was already hot and bothered and decided that he wasn't going to leave me there, and he moved me out over the weekend. And set me up in his apartment. I went along completely, he was so focused on protecting me. I had a man now that looked after me, so I had to pay attention to him and keep my nose clean. I got some rules laid down about living with him, like I couldn't go out with out his permission, I had my duties in the kitchen and he wanted me to be the one that took care of the household. I didn't have a rent obligation, or utilities.
The second night I was there he told me that it wasn't working for him, I was right there and he wanted me beside him. He gave me the choice of which side I would sleep on. And don't come to bed with anything on that he couldn't take off in an emergency. No panties was better. He had a lot of pent up desire and he didn't know when he would feel that he had evened up. So, no panties.
No one had ever wanted me, much less gotten on top of me. He got a full measure and released all his manhood in me. By the end of the first week I didn't wear anything when I went to bed, what was the sense in wearing anything, he was going to tear if off anyway. I heard later from a good friend, I was having my honeymoon and didn't know it. He gave me complete license to take over all the household, which I wanted to do. I wanted to show him I was a good housewife, not only in bed with him, but taking care of the table and the vacuuming.
I lasted six weeks before we eloped and I showed up at work with a ring on my finger. It had never crossed my mind really, but I was quick to get my name changed. I looked at him and he was my husband, and I was determined that when he looked at me he saw his housewife. By housewife, I didn't want to work at all, I wanted to stay home and be kept. Except that I had to come up with my mother's rent. That's the only reason I kept working.
26 is not a bad age to start having children, I had baby fever come over me, and I made sure I could get pregnant. He was surprised, but not disappointed and he let me get pregnant a couple of more times. We moved out of the apartment after I had the first one, and by the time the lockdowns came we were living in a house with a front and back yard, and my mother moved in to help me.
Of course the children are all out of preschool and my mother still lives with us, and he goes to work and I'm a stay at home housewife. He's happy, he is always happy, the noise of the children is music to his ears and he gets along with my mother (all the stress of money is gone away from her). I do wear panties to bed now, and let him take them off if he wants to, but I have them to put back on because the kids barge in in the morning.
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