My boyfriend of four years just proposed to me last night after a very romantic dinner. Afterward we went back to our apartment and had some great sex. I am truly happy that I will, one day soon, be his wife.
This morning, though, I got a phone call from my boyfriends father. He congratulated me on the engagement, and told me to come over to his house. I did what he said, of course. You see, he and I have been having sex for close to three and a half years. And it's not a normal sexual relationship. He is 100% dominant, and I am 100% submissive. He tells me what to wear when I come over. Tells me what to do. He is usually a kind, polite, and gentle man. But when he fucks me, he is the polar opposite. He treats me like a slut, and I love it.
It all started the summer after I turned 21. My boyfriend and I were over at his dad's house. We were sitting around the pool drinking and swimming the day away. I was in a bikini and they were in normal swim shorts. I have to admit that his dad was pretty good looking for being nearly 50. As the afternoon stretched on I got a good buzz going, but my boyfriend was really drinking too much. At first he got a bit gropey in the pool. His dad pretend not to notice. A bit later he was putting some sunscreen on me and started commenting on my ass and tits to his dad. I told him to knock it off, so he sulked and drank some more. Just before passing out he commented on my blowjob skills. That's when I had had enough and went inside.
A couple minutes later I heard the sliding door open and close. His dad came in and was apologizing for his son. He then said that his son hadn't been wrong when complimenting my body. He admitted to spending half the day checking me out, and the other half trying not to get caught. I blushed a little and thanked him. He then asked if it was true if I gave good head. That's when I really blushed and I couldn't reply. He stepped close and told me that he wanted to find out if it was true.
I started to say no, but when I looked into his eyes I saw an animal lust I had never seen before. I slowly dropped to my knees and pulled his shorts down. He was semi hard and already bigger than his son. He groaned as I sucked him into my mouth. He put his hand on my head and called me a slut. For a second I was offended, but I knew he was right. I sucked like a good slut should until he shot his load in my mouth. He told me to show him his load in my mouth. Which I did. Then he told me to swallow it, which I happily did.
After proving that I gave good head, he sat me down on the couch and pulled my bikini off. He then proceeded to eat me out. Years of practice had made him an expert at eating pussy. His mouth and hands brought me to two very sloppy orgasams. He moved up to kiss me, and I could taste myself on his tongue, and feel ha hard cock between my legs. And as his tongue pushed into my mouth, his cock pushed into my pussy.
He took long slow strokes. Filling me up completely then withdrawing himself entirely. Thinking about an older man fucking me made me cum again and thinking about his being my boyfriends dad caused number four.
We were getting pretty sweaty, so he put me on my hands and knees. My knees were on the edge of the sofa seat and my hands were on the back. His hands were on my hips as he pushed himself back into me. And he began to fuck me like mad. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room. I could feel my breasts swinging and his balls slapping against my clit. I was in ecstasy as I came again and again. He pulled my hair hard, and when my eyes focused I could see my boyfriend still passed out in his chair outside. I then came a final time as my boyfriends dad thrust deep and held himself there as he came inside me.
He pulled out leaving me to collapse to the floor. He went to the kitchen and came back with a couple bottles of Gatorade. He took the caps off and handed me one. I toot it and happily drank it down. When they were gone and we had calmed down, he helped me to my feet and began kissing me. His hands were cold from the Gatorade and they roamed over my back and ass. He asked if what we had done would cause me to break up with his son. I thought that there would be no need to tell him about a one time indiscression, so I said no. He surprised me when he smiled and told me that he. Was glad because he wanted to keep fucking me.
He pulled on his shorts and then helped me retie my bikini. I felt nervous about what had happened and what he wanted to keep doing. But I already knew that I didn't want it to stop either. We went out to the pool and jumped in. We both needed to rinse off the sweat, and all the other proof of what we had done. Then we woke my boyfriend and took him up to his room, and I went home.
My boyfriend remembered very little of what he said, and nothing of his father and I disappearing for a while. I did feel guilty about it until I got the first call from his father. I now consider my relationships with the two men fortunate. I get the love, support, and happiness I need from my boyfriend, and I get the physical sexual gratification I need from his father. His father called me a slut that first time and he still does. I actually like hearing it now. When I'm with him, I am a slut. That's the point of it all. Letting go of my normally good self and doing anything with a wild abandon. Even as far as having group sex with him and other men. I just can't say no.
And as I had sex with him today he kept insisting I do things with my left hand. Fingering my pussy. Stroking him as I sucked his cock. Grabbing my breast as I rode him. When I realized that he was looking at the diamond ring his son gave me, it made me cum extremely hard. And when he called me his future Slut-in-Law I was happy because I knew things weren't going to change. And I don't want them to.