
                         (wife, cheating, impregnation)

                                   Sex Slave
                                     Boomer
                                  May 19, 1997

      My name is Lesley, I'm a twenty-eight-year-old woman who is considered by
most of those around me to be attractive. I've been married for seven years to
a wonderful man named John. We have a good life and with the exception of good
sex my husband is able to provide everything I need.

      It's not that our sex life is non-existent, it's just that I'm more
highly sexed than John. About once a week he'll fuck me for about five minutes,
cumming in a condom before disengaging himself from me and then before I know
it he's snoring peacefully, leaving me to finish my own self manually.

      Due to a promotion within his company we relocated to San Diego
approximately six years ago where I met Allan who is John's boss. Allan isn't
particularly attractive. He's fifty-four-years-old and has been married for
thirty-years.

      I didn't like him at all, he's balding with bad teeth and a massive pot
belly. Couple that with the fact that from the get-go he had begun coming on to
me. Although I'd tell John that Allan was hitting on me but he'd just laugh
saying my imagination was over active. As you would expect, it was a fairly
intimidating situation with him being my husband's boss.

      Six months after we'd moved to San Diego we were attending a company
party where my husband got absolutely smashed. Around 1 a.m. it was Allan who
offered to drive us home since I don't drive and John was as good as asleep.
Allan's wife had left earlier because she had to work the next day. Even
thought I had no desire whatsoever to be anywhere around this pig there was
nothing I could do.

      Let me tell you right now, I don't drink so I was in full in control of
my facilities. During the drive home to Chula Vista I sat in the front with
Allan while my husband snored in the back seat. Allan reached over and placed
his hand on my thigh as he drove but I removed it and told him that it wasn't
going to happen. He merely laughed and continued persisting. After awhile I
gave up trying and left his hand there hoping we'd be home soon. Once there, he
helped get my husband up to the bedroom. Keen to get him out of the house
Immediately showed him to the door.

      He wouldn't leave telling me that the very least I could do was make him
a coffee. Although I didn't want to I also didn't want any problems for my
husband at work so I went to the kitchen to heat the water.

      While standing there Allan came up behind me and the next thing I knew
his arms where around me. I felt nauseous as I felt his big belly pressed
against my back and smelt his putrid breath. I tried to get away from him but
he held me tight. Telling me that my husband only has a job because he allows
it, he managed to make me stop struggling. I couldn't believe that he would be
coerce me in this manner.

      "You wouldn't dare," I whispered. "Yes I would," he replied. Either you
give me what I want or he's out and you can say good-bye to this pretty house
too.

      He didn't seem to care I had begun crying. Sensing my lost will I felt
his hand travel up my dress and then his fingers stroking my panty covered
pubes.

      "Agh" he said, "I see you understand." He chuckled softly as his fingers
moved my panties aside to begin massaging my clitoris. Involuntarily I began
humping against his assault. Then his finger entered me. My moans served to
renew his snide chuckles. "Awh, you do want it don't you bitch?" I didn't
reply. Telling me to come into the living room he removed his hands from my
panties. Like a zombie I followed. I couldn't believe this was actually
happening.

      In the living room, he sat on the sofa telling me to stand before him. I
did. Then he told me to strip. I couldn't believe it so he repeated the
command, this time more forcibly. I was so embarrassed, I stripped slowly as
per his direction until finally I stood naked before his lecherous gaze. He
told me to spread my legs and masturbate for him.

      Even though, it was the most difficult thing I'd ever done I slowly began
masturbating for his enjoyment. There I was standing with my legs apart,
completely nude before one of the most repulsive men I could have imagined
playing with myself. It was so degrading. He watched while laughing and telling
me to concentrate upon my clit before standing and removing his clothes. He
looked even more disgusting nude. His penis three inch erect penis looked odd
sticking up from beneath his extended belly.

      Hell, he looked pregnant. Suck me he ordered. I don't even like to give
my husband head so I hesitated, so he grabbed my head and thrust my mouth down
on his tiny organ. Because there was no gentleness in his action it was
fortunate he was so small and without any effort I found myself deep throating
his organ. My lips were against his pubic hairs and I could smell the horrible
unclean musky smell of his scrotum. Roughly he moved my head fucking my mouth
up and down upon his cock while telling me that "my husband was fortunate to
have married to such an accomplished cocksucker." This continued for only a
couple of minutes before he removed my head saying "he was now ready to fuck me
good."

      Although I tried to him he had to use a condom since I was allergic to
the pill. He just laughed saying he never used condoms and that it sounded like
a personal problem.  The only way he fucked was bare back."

      When I told him, "he wasn't gonna have me then." He grew very angry
reminding me that he had the ability to destroy everything my husband and I had
worked so hard for before laying down on the floor ordering me to mount him.

      To this day I still can't believe what I did next. Like a zombie I moved
over his putrid little cock and slid my pussy down until he was fully sheathed
within me.

      "Now fuck me bitch," he ordered as I began to moving up and down upon his
cock while he simply laid there with his hands behind his head telling me what
a great fuck I was. He could have cared less about my tears. He didn't help at
all, just kept telling me that "it was my job to service him." God, I hated
this man. It didn't take too long his face began to contort and I heard him
saying me "he was gonna blast his sperm deep into 'his' bitch!" His body
stiffen as his toes pointed straight out while he strained for release.

      He must have sensed I wanted to get off him before he came and at the
last minute he reached up and pulling my pussy down hard upon his sack as he
grunted and spasmed in orgasm. I almost wretched at the thought of his sperm
entering my womb. The mere thought of my eggs being exposed to his vile seed
made me ill. As soon as I was able I pulled myself from him. He was laughing as
I looked down to see his sperm leaking from my hole, my husband's hole. "What
have I done I cried? What if I'm pregnant you asshole?

      "I hope you are," laughed Allan, it's always been a fantasy of mine to
knock up some sexy young bitch letting her husband take the credit. I was still
crying when I noticed the flash of the camera. I looked up to see Allan
standing above me with a Polaroid camera. He had taken several pictures of me,
obviously with his sperm dripping from my abused hole. "What the fuck?" I
asked. "Give me those." I leapt to my feet being very aware of his sperm
dripping down my legs. "No way bitch," laughed Allan dressing. These will be my
insurance policy, I'll be getting more of your cunt bitch or else you loving
husband will be getting these in the mail. I moved to hit him but he easily
fended me off before he finished dressed and finally leaving.

      As he left he looked over his shoulder he told me that "he'd give me a
call when he had need my cunt or mouth again," and laughed again.

      As I said, that was six years ago. I did get pregnant from that first
encounter with the pig. Nine months later I gave birth to his son. My husband
thinks it's his child and I can't possibly ever tell him the truth. Over the
next 5 years I gave birth to three other children all fathered by Allan, two
girls and another boy. I hate that man, but it's true that once you start a lie
you must continue it.

      Mean while Allan takes me whenever and wherever he wants. Sometimes
calling me into his office at work. He gets a thrill out of fucking me knowing
that my husband is in the next room. He tells me that he "wants me to have at
least two more children." He says "he gets a kick out of fucking me when I'm
distended and large as the result of his seed." For my part I don't believe
it's possible to ever have a child with my husband due to the fact the physical
differences between his child verus Allan's may expose my infidelity. I'm lost.

                                 *************

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