Hi, my public figure is Myra and I really have a story to tell you. I am a immature 25 year old attractive brunette with a cute round smooth butt ! It all started at a coffee workshop where I relax every dayspring before going to work. At the low bar where I usually sit was this onetime man with grey-haired short haircloth and slim neatly trimmed grey whiskers. I could also evidence he was more or less redneck like with a grey haired chest. For some reason or another, I was drawn to him with interest in getting to have sex him. As I got up to pay my tab, I fumbled around to discover my money and discovered I didn't have any and suddenly knocked my hot chocolate on his lap. He quickly let a oath word out and I immediately apologized for spilling burnt umber on him. We introduced ourselves and he told me his public figure was Wendell. He accepted my excuse and paid my tab for me but he said I"owed"him for it. I didn't understand what that meant until he quickly and quietly slipped me a note giving me the address to his mobile home in a trailer commons. A couple of the waitresses warned me that he was a manipulating dirty old man who may want to possess me. I ignored that warning and went off to operate.

As soon as I got off work, however, I immediately went over to his mobile home to see what he meant by"you owe me for this"said to me earlier. He wasted no time grabbling me by the helping hand and result me back to his bedroom. As he still held my hand, he sat down at the base of the bed and lifted my dame up as well as twist down my panties all the way down to my feet. He leaned my over his lap and began to paddle my bare can firmly with his hand and somehow it was so fulfilling to me ! He said,"This is what you get for spilling that coffee on me this morning and this is the way I want you to pay me back for paying your tab !"I then screamed,"OK"and"I didn't mean to disgorge it on you !"After each nose drops, I kept screaming"Ow ow, ow ouch !"I turned my head to the bureau mirror and saw my own bare ass getting redder and redder as he kept smacking me. He ordered me to arch my fanny higher, so I did and he then was spanking me firmly and harder. His hand obviously got tired so he let me back up and told me to conduct off all my dress -- -- - so I did because I was afraid not to. He then made me stand in the street corner butt naked and then I starting crying aloud from the pain in the ass I just got. At that item he slapped my bare freighter with one more than good smack then went into the bathroom to pee. As I was still crying naked with my face in the recession, he walked out of the privy toward me and told me to"shut up and stoop over ”. I knew exactly want to do next so I bent way over and he immediately dropped his trousers and inserted his long close putz into my vagina with a unvoiced humping action. He told me I was his sex slave girl from now on and I better come over to his place whenever he told me to -- -- -I agreed.

To arrive at a foresighted level light, I went over there to his topographic point every time he said to and he would give me a bare fundament thorough spanking with his bare hand and would put his penis in my oral cavity, vagina and butthole whatever he decided to do. Each time he would fill me with a gooey slimy wetness ! ! ! I also had to introduce myself as"Wendell's whore"to everyone we saw or he would give me an extra hard spanking and lock me in a room by myself arse naked for a very long sentence with barely enough food and water to survive and throttle"pit stop"clock time. Quite often, I would walk around with a black eye and/or bruises where he would get rough with me if I didn't conform to his crazy prospect. You know what, those two waitresses were right about him. He IS a dirty old manipulating man who loves sex and to control his better half. Well, as far as I know, I am his only sex partner because other women have probably left him for his extremum mastery and rowdiness. But me, I know I can cover this because never in my life has sex been so exciting and fulfilling by someone who introduces me to new things and I'm forced to enjoy them !

One morning while I was back at my lieu waking up in my own bed, I began to feel forenoon sickness, tenderheartedness of my breasts and cravings for unknown food I've never eaten before. I took an early pregnancy mental testing at habitation and it came out positive. I went down to the women's clinic a few days later, got a more complete mental testing and the results came out the same -- -- -positive ! The clinic stave treated me with stark caution and respect because they sort of sensed that this gestation was unintentional and unavoidable. I could finger the small fry already moving around inside me and my boob becoming tumid and magnanimous. I really want to have this baby and breast feed it until I run out of my final drop-off of milk ! Having this baby will prove to the world, to him and to me as to how very much I really love him ! ( Despite his extreme domination and humiliation ) At that point I knew I really belonged to him now. Wendell is my dear, my hubby, my boyfriend and passkey. Yes, I finally found truthful honey in my spirit !