My Path to Marriage: My Sex-Slave Senior is Pregnant

As I mentioned before, my senior is rather arrogant and not very good at speaking; her words often leave people speechless. Before we got together, I flirted with her, repeatedly emphasizing that she didn't like my type—it was very clear, not a polite rejection. Unexpectedly, after I forcefully kissed her, she became infatuated with me. Women are truly amazing creatures; I never imagined this. I originally thought that one kiss would be enough, and that you can't force someone who doesn't like you, unlike her saying she doesn't accept extramarital affairs, so I could keep trying.
As mentioned earlier, the first time we went to a hotel, there was a little incident where she wouldn't let me penetrate her. I thought she regretted it or something, and then she whispered that we weren't using contraception, meaning she wanted to wear a condom. I decisively refused, using the excuse that I didn't like wearing condoms. At that point, her legs were already spread wide in an M-shape; how could I possibly use a condom then? Haha. Naturally, I had a wild time. After that, we'd find opportunities every day at work—during lunch breaks, when we were out running errands—to have sex. My senior classmate really liked me and served me very well. Since it was our first time in a hotel, she licked my feet, so all the foot-licking skills I'd trained my goddess to be less open were used on her. Later, we went to hotels every day. To be honest, firstly, it wasn't very convenient—I needed my ID, and we had to live far from my workplace to avoid being recognized. Secondly, it was expensive; the cost of hotels every day was definitely higher than my daily earnings. So I thought about renting a place. Actually, I should have rented a place when I was with my goddess, but I don't know why I didn't think of it then. Living in the company dormitory was very inconvenient, but my goddess was willing, so we rarely went to hotels. When I mentioned renting a place to my senior classmate, I was afraid she'd be unhappy. But her first reaction was, "You like me so much, you actually want to find a place to stay with me long-term!" Well, there was nothing more to say, so I quickly started looking. Since our workplace is in the suburbs, the surrounding houses are very cheap. Online search was easy, and I quickly found one—a little over 50 square meters, with a floor and a bed, that's all. The price is unbelievable—300 yuan a month! Haha, otherwise, I'd be paying more than 300 yuan a day for hotels. And so, with a monthly rent of 300 yuan, I could bring other men's wives—women I'd spent hundreds of thousands to marry—to my "slave training room" (the name I gave the house) every day to train my senior, my little boss. The bed and blankets in the room were all ordered online by my senior, a voluntary purchase to properly train herself for her master. She said she wanted to contribute to our home. Back then, my mindset wasn't very mature; there were many fun things I hadn't tried with my slave. Given her infatuation with me at the time, I could have fulfilled many of her fantasies, but I wasn't that particularly interested then, so I didn't put in much effort.
When I went to the training room with my senior, basically, I'd go and lie on the bed while she boiled water, then knelt down with a basin to wash my feet. She washed them very carefully and thoroughly. Why? Because I was going to lick them later, and it was a way of taking responsibility for herself. Haha. After washing them, I said I could get into bed, and she'd come up, hold my feet, and start licking them. Step by step, oral sex and other forms of oral sex weren't anything special; many people had given me oral sex before. So I trained her to lick my anus, which became a mandatory part of the training. One time, I had just finished defecating, of course, and wiped my butt. I said, "Come on, slave, lick your master's anus." She looked at me with some hesitation and said, "You just finished." I said, "What's wrong? It's not like you didn't wipe." So I spread my legs, got into position, and said, "I've never served my daughter like this." At the time, her daughter was two years old, and she was breastfeeding; she still had milk. I said, "Your daughter isn't the same as your master's. Hurry up and lick, don't dawdle." She started licking, and while she was licking, I asked, "Does it smell?" She said, "It's okay, a little." I said, "That's perfect. Lick that little bit off, lick it properly." After a round, she was completely wet, probably feeling incredibly horny herself. Naturally, as a reward, I gave her a good fucking. As mentioned before, because she asked me to use contraception the first time, I always asked her, "Are you still using contraception?" "I won't use contraception, I don't like wearing condoms." "No need, Master, do whatever you want. I love Master's big cock, it feels so good, so amazing, I'm moaning." So it's always just sex. A few times, I asked her to take it home, but she was afraid, she always had to shower before going home. She said she felt guilty. Because it's always sex, I never expected the sex slave to actually get pregnant.
When she told me, I was very worried. I said, "Then let's have an abortion." Later, I found out the problem wasn't so simple. Her husband always wanted a second child, and their first child was a girl. If they told their family she was pregnant, things might get complicated, and if they didn't tell, we wouldn't have the same rest and recovery time she would have after an abortion. She told me very seriously, "I want to have the baby." To be honest, I was shocked. If this happens when the child grows up, I'll never escape it. I didn't dare take the risk, but thinking about it, having someone else's wife give birth to my son, that's really fucking exciting. The most important thing is that she's willing to have the baby for me, that's really fucking exciting. But in the end, reason prevailed over desire, and I persuaded her to have an abortion. Damn it, someone else's wife, my wife, wanted to give me a son, and I had to persuade her not to. Haha. Then she went home and had to work a lot with her mother and husband before she finally agreed to have an abortion. The most interesting thing is that while she was recovering from childbirth at home, we arranged to meet at a coffee shop. I went to visit her, and after catching up, we obviously couldn't have sex, but I wanted her to give me oral sex. She said it wouldn't be good if the waiter came in, and I thought she was right. I said, "Then lick my feet." She reluctantly agreed and put her feet on the table opposite her. A married woman, someone else's wife, a pampered wife, in a dimly lit coffee shop, listening to soft music, she held a strong man's feet, took off his socks, and put his toes in her mouth, licking every crevice. She submitted to the man in front of her because this man, less than a month ago, with sperm different from her husband's, had helped her conceive through her special care (internal ejaculation). Although the child wasn't born, this strong man in front of her was her master, her everything.

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