Michelle and I met innocently enough. I was working as a counter person in an auto parts store and she came in for a new gas cap for her car. Apparently some gas station attendant added another to his collection. I can't say it was love at first sight, but probably at least lust at first sight. She was definitely hot. I was in my late 20's and she was a shapely student of 21. I asked her out hoping in the back of my mind that I could get more out of her than a ten-dollar sale. She accepted my invitation and things took off from there. Her stunning good looks, long blonde hair and hazel eyes had me captivated. Oh, and did I mention she was hot looking?
Things progressed somewhat rapidly in our relationship despite my nagging feeling she was a bit out of my league. She told me she had moved to New Jersey to be near New York City. She was attending college but she also had ambitions to become a model and actress. She certainly had the looks for it. Her personal finances prevented her from actually living in the City, so she settled for a convenient commute. She told me her family lived in a wealthy suburb of Boston, but they really preferred she did not live in the city proper. I guess that not giving her a big enough allowance to live in the City was their way of insulating her from the bad influences of the Big Apple. Instead she just had to deal with the bad influence of me.
Going out with Michelle was a refreshing change for me. Despite her wealthy upbringing, she was a remarkably down to earth person. She had a zest for life that was positively contagious. She loved to experiment and try new things, whether a new restaurant or a new sex position. She also had a major submissive side in bed, which was a bit new to me. I had dated other women who enjoyed the occasional experiment with being tied to the bedposts, but Michelle needed it on a regular basis. This was something I was not used to, but I managed to step up to the plate. She also became extremely excited at anything that even hinted at sex in public. Something as simple as sex on the beach at night or even leaving the window open while we did the deed got her in a frenzy. Apparently anything that even hinted at danger drove this girl wild. Perhaps it was my wild side that appealed to this girl from the other side of the tracks, but whatever it was, I certainly was not complaining. Her excitement was contagious and watching her in her heightened state was a turn-on I was getting quite used to. I was enjoying every minute.
As time went on my relationship with Michelle only got stronger. Weeks turned to months and soon it was a year. We got along like we were made for each other. Perhaps we were. I got along with her friends from school and she was the envy of my drinking buddies. It seemed inevitable that we should elevate the status of this relationship. Shortly after a year of meeting Michelle, I asked her to marry me. She accepted and quite gladly I might add. We were both in states of seemingly unending bliss. All was perfect. Except for one thing. I had yet to meet her parents.
Her parents were vaguely aware of my existence but that was about it as far as I knew. They were old money Boston types and whatever they had envisioned for their daughter certainly did not include an auto parts guy from New Jersey. A doctor or a lawyer maybe, but an auto parts guy, no. I once had the dubious pleasure of talking to her mother on the phone and the chill I got over the phone lines could have frozen the glaciers in their path. I had visions of her father cleaning a double barrel twelve-gauge shotgun as I walked into the room. To say I did not look forward to meeting them was a definite understatement. I looked forward to visiting them about as much as I would look forward to a root canal without novocaine. But it was inevitable and since I was marrying their daughter there was no way out.
When the day came we loaded our bags into the trunk of my old BMW 2002 and headed north towards Concord, Massachusetts. We laughed and joked the whole way and even joked about having sex in her parent's house. It was apparently a very large home, which I expected, but how large still came as quite a shock. When we did pull up into the large circular driveway, I saw what had to be the largest house I had ever seen. If I had seen something larger, it was in a movie.
We were greeted by servants who helped us with our bags. Immediately I was uneasy about the whole situation. I was clearly out of my element. I felt like getting back in the car and heading for the nearest bar. Once inside I was introduced to her parents. They were every bit as uptight and stiff as I had expected. Her mother was a bit more at ease, but her father never took his eyes off me as if I was a curiosity at a circus sideshow tent. After being shown our room, we joined our hosts for cocktails in the spacious living room. Michelle had changed into a lovely blue dress and was looking quite irresistible. Dinner would not be for another two hours. The time would drag. At least food would take my mind off my ordeal somewhat.
Dinnertime arrived and we were seated in a beautifully appointed dining room. We sat at the large table, Michelle immediately to my right, as the servants brought out the food. Our appetizer consisted of a very generous shrimp cocktail as the servants kept our wineglasses full. As the wine flowed, our hosts became more frank in their conversation.
"You know my daughter is used to the finer things in life." Her dad said frankly.
I thought I was not going to be able to take another comment like that. I had visions of how her dad would look knocked out cold on the floor.
The main course of prime rib and mashed patatoes soon followed. The prime rib was delicious and practically melted in your mouth.
"Tell me," her father began, "How do you expect to make my daughter happy on your modest salary?"
I could not believe what I just heard. I arose from my seat. My anger took control. I turned to Michelle and tore her dress down the front. I then grabbed the dress and literally ripped it off her. I tied her to the chair with the dress as her mother gasped in horror. I opened my pants and pulled out my throbbing hard-on and stuck it in Michelle's mouth as I grabbed her by her hair. After alternately thrusting my cock into her mouth and working her head up and down I felt like I was ready to explode. I took my cock out of her mouth and shot my load onto Michelle's dinner plate.
"The patatoes need salt baby." I said sharply.
I picked up her fork and spoon-fed her a couple of mouthfuls. I then turned to her mother with a pile of mashed patatoes and cum on a fork and asked,
"Do you want some? Or do you want some of this?" I asked as I grabbed my cock.
I then turned to her father and said frankly, "By the way sir, I happen to make your daughter very happy."
Michelle and I stayed at a hotel that night and ate at a local diner. It was a shame as the prime rib was really good.
Michelle and I have been together happily ever since.
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