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Women Only
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Bi-Sexual Female / 37
I Am What Is Called A Common Law Wife, With A Child By Him
I have a ten year old daughter, I have a part time job, always home when my daughter is home from school. I'm a careful mother.
I got my daughter in a negotiation. At least to me I remember it as a negotiation. I worked for this man, closely, and he asked me to stay late with him to finish this package that had to be out by courier the next morning. It was a lot of work and we finished around midnight, all signed, sealed for delivery. I picked up the conference room, and was in kitchen washing the mugs and dishes, and he walked in and shoved me against the sink, with his hand on my tits.
He leaned in on me and said he wanted my pussy. Then he corrected himself and said he wanted me to offer him my pussy. I told him that I didn't swing that way. He replied that giving up my pussy wasn't optional. I was already feeling a bit uneasy, he was more than just groping my tits, and he had me pressed hard against the kitchen counter, pushing my forcing my clit up and down as he humped on me. It came out without thinking, I would only give him my pussy if he gave me a baby.
He said "deal", and let me turn around into his arms. I kept my hands on his chest to push him away from me and I followed up with that he had to support me, I couldn't support a baby on my own. He said I was getting another bite at the apple, but okay, he would support me but there were going to have to be conditions.
We left the office and went to my apartment, my roommate was sleeping and he took his prize without further asking. He didn't even take my shirt off until after he had finished. We sat around, wrapped in the sheets as we discussed my cycle. He wanted an immediate result, he wasn't going to play footsie. I told him that there was more than a good chance that right then I could get pregnant. He told me that we had to have a follow up to ensure that I had enough in me.
Talking about babies, pregnancies, and what happens with other women, is nothing like when you're looking into the eyes of the man that's getting you pregnant. I say he succeeded in getting me pregnant. My life was changed forever.
He made me sign a support agreement, this happened over the following weeks after I was confirmed pregnant. It had provisions, one that I would stay home and breast feed, and not go to work again until the 'child' was in first grade. He would provide adequate housing, and a stipend for living expenses. A car, schooling, vacations, a good mother bonus. We agreed that if it was a boy he could choose the name, if it was a girl, it was my choice. I worked until I delivered.
I have a girl, and I named her Marie. The house I live in is very adequate for the two of us, and I work part time with him, but I am first charged with caring for her. He is her Daddy, he is very involved with her. She knows he is her Daddy and she had older siblings. I have had a couple of intense crushes, but I feel guilty and I have not followed up with them. He continues to get my pussy. And everything else with it.
We don't use baby daddy or baby momma. It is always father or Daddy and mother or Mommy. I can't really remember what exactly the support agreement says, when he says he takes care of me and his daughter, he is takes care of us. He started a 529 as soon as she was born, and he has a fully funded 401K for me (I never stopped being an employee). I have never lacked for money.
So, the second byte of the apple was necessary to ensure our future. But the price to pay, was giving him me, along with my pussy.
P.S. Once my daughter was in day school, I started using his name, same as my daughters, and her teachers call me Mrs.
I got my daughter in a negotiation. At least to me I remember it as a negotiation. I worked for this man, closely, and he asked me to stay late with him to finish this package that had to be out by courier the next morning. It was a lot of work and we finished around midnight, all signed, sealed for delivery. I picked up the conference room, and was in kitchen washing the mugs and dishes, and he walked in and shoved me against the sink, with his hand on my tits.
He leaned in on me and said he wanted my pussy. Then he corrected himself and said he wanted me to offer him my pussy. I told him that I didn't swing that way. He replied that giving up my pussy wasn't optional. I was already feeling a bit uneasy, he was more than just groping my tits, and he had me pressed hard against the kitchen counter, pushing my forcing my clit up and down as he humped on me. It came out without thinking, I would only give him my pussy if he gave me a baby.
He said "deal", and let me turn around into his arms. I kept my hands on his chest to push him away from me and I followed up with that he had to support me, I couldn't support a baby on my own. He said I was getting another bite at the apple, but okay, he would support me but there were going to have to be conditions.
We left the office and went to my apartment, my roommate was sleeping and he took his prize without further asking. He didn't even take my shirt off until after he had finished. We sat around, wrapped in the sheets as we discussed my cycle. He wanted an immediate result, he wasn't going to play footsie. I told him that there was more than a good chance that right then I could get pregnant. He told me that we had to have a follow up to ensure that I had enough in me.
Talking about babies, pregnancies, and what happens with other women, is nothing like when you're looking into the eyes of the man that's getting you pregnant. I say he succeeded in getting me pregnant. My life was changed forever.
He made me sign a support agreement, this happened over the following weeks after I was confirmed pregnant. It had provisions, one that I would stay home and breast feed, and not go to work again until the 'child' was in first grade. He would provide adequate housing, and a stipend for living expenses. A car, schooling, vacations, a good mother bonus. We agreed that if it was a boy he could choose the name, if it was a girl, it was my choice. I worked until I delivered.
I have a girl, and I named her Marie. The house I live in is very adequate for the two of us, and I work part time with him, but I am first charged with caring for her. He is her Daddy, he is very involved with her. She knows he is her Daddy and she had older siblings. I have had a couple of intense crushes, but I feel guilty and I have not followed up with them. He continues to get my pussy. And everything else with it.
We don't use baby daddy or baby momma. It is always father or Daddy and mother or Mommy. I can't really remember what exactly the support agreement says, when he says he takes care of me and his daughter, he is takes care of us. He started a 529 as soon as she was born, and he has a fully funded 401K for me (I never stopped being an employee). I have never lacked for money.
So, the second byte of the apple was necessary to ensure our future. But the price to pay, was giving him me, along with my pussy.
P.S. Once my daughter was in day school, I started using his name, same as my daughters, and her teachers call me Mrs.
