I'm Alyssa and I have been dating my boyfriend Mike for five years and he finally proposed to me at his parents house yesterday. It was about damn time too. I was starting to wonder if he ever would. I was starting to think he wasn't really interested in me and that he was just dating me for my body and the sex. He isn't really that good of a looking guy. He is average height, a little on the chubby side, average features. But he is smart, makes me laugh, treats me right, and he isn't bad in bed despite only being 5 inches fully erect.
I, however, have always been a knockout. I have long slightly curly raven black hair, a gorgeous face with full polity lips, long firm legs and a firm tight ass from years of volleyball, but my best attribute are by far my 32F tits that defy gravity. Packing all that onto a 5'2" 125 pound frame, makes countless men and boys come unhinged. I have never cheated on my boyfriend. I have had plenty of chances, but I have never been that type of girl. Before him though, I slept with 15 men. Everyone from 3 high school teachers, 4 cops, the high school football coach of my schools biggest rival, a few random friends, two black college linebackers, and my college phys ed teacher. All of them numerous times, and the two linebackers at the same time. I gave it all up for my boyfriend though because of the way he made me feel, and I thought I would never be with another man until the night I was engaged.
My boyfriends parents are pretty nice people. Well, his mom is anyway. His dad, Mark Sr., has never said much to me. His mom, Gloria, is the sweetest woman but she is huge and not at all attractive. She is a stay at home mom so she doesn't get out much.
His dad on the other hand is quiet and gives off this too good for anyone vibe. He is, however, one of the most handsome men I have ever met. He has a body that is a cross between the Rock and Jason Statham. The Rock's muscles with Statham's complexion, height, and lightly shaved head. He comes by his muscles from years of construction work; the company for which he now runs. I sometimes wonder how my boyfriend's mom ended up with him. If I had met him out somewhere before I met my boyfriend I definitely would have tried to jump his bones. He is too much of a weirdo for me though with the way he never talks to me and the way he makes me feel uncomfortable when he looks at me.
Anyways, I had no idea my boyfriend was going to propose to me. I later found out he had been saving for one of the biggest rings in the store because he said that's the only way he could fit enough of his heart into it. He got right down on his knee after supper and proposed right there at the dinner table.
His mom hugged me with tears in her eyes, nearly engulfing me in her enormous folds. His dad didn't really say much. He just kind of gave me a little look and continued drinking his scotch as the rest of us excitedly talked and celebrated.
After a while, things settled down and my fiancé, his mom, and I were still in the kitchen putting things away and making tiny plans for the wedding. His dad had moved off to another part of the house right after the proposal, and we hadn't seen him since. My boyfriend got a serious look on his face an asked if he could have a moment alone with his mom. I smiled and nodded as I gave him a peck on the lips and moved out to the living room and turned on the tv.
I just sat there flipping through random channels for a couple minutes until I heard a cry of pain from my fiancé's mom and I dashed back to the kitchen to see that she had cut her finger on a knife as she was cleaning it in the sink. It was a really deep cut clear to the bone from what I briefly saw. I didn't look much because blood makes me super queasy. My boyfriend, knowing this, wrapped her finger in a towel and said he would take her to the emergency room and that he would let me know how she was as soon as he could.
A couple minutes after they were out the door, I was still sitting at the kitchen table still in a bit of shock. I finally thought I should probably tell her husband about her cutting herself, which immediately triggered a flash back of her finger, and sent me running for the nearest bathroom. I barely made it to the bathroom across from his parent's room and slammed the door when I started to gag. Luckily I managed to force the horrifying sight of blood out of my mind and not throw up.
I took a couple of deep breaths and swallowed some water from the sink just to settle my stomach and walked out the door to find my fiancé's dad. I nearly ran right into him as he was standing just outside the bathroom door with a little smirking glower on his face. You wouldn't think someone could pull that off but he definitely did.
"Why are you slamming my doors?" he asked me with a hint of calm menace as he leered down at me.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. Your wife cut her finger on a knife as she was cleaning and blood makes me queasy. I thought I was going to throw up so I came running in here so I wouldn't make a mess. Mark took Gloria to the emergency room, but it looked pretty bad you might want to go there too." The whole time I was talking, he started to smile a little, and it really started to make me uncomfortable. It was making me uncomfortable because I had never been so close to him before and the way he was looking at me was making me wet!
He just kind of kept staring at me, looking me up and down as the seconds dragged on before he finally spoke.
"Gloria is always hurting herself and it always takes hours at the emergency room this time of night. I've been to enough of those visits. Junior can handle this one. You're really going to marry my son huh. Can't believe it took that little pecker head this long to ask with that body you have. Kid won't ever do any better. I don't suppose he told you I had to bet him to talk to you that day at the gym when you two met. All he would do is drool and I told him if he didn't go over and talk to you that I would and that I would have you out in my car riding my dick in five minutes."
I was completely shocked and completely turned on at the same time. I have always been quick to fall for an assertive man with a superior attitude, but I wasn't going to let him get me. I had a fiancé now! I tried not to let my arousal show or come out in my voice as I responded.
"You shouldn't talk about your wife like that. She is a really great woman and loves you dearly. You should go to her while she is hurt. And I don't care how Mark and I met! We still met and its the best thing to ever happen to me! And there is no way you could have had me riding your dick in five minutes." I would like to think that last part was true but as I stood there I wasn't so sure. He looked like a predator that knew he was going to feast.
"You're right. She is a nice woman, and she does love me dearly. I love her in my own way but not enough. I'm only with her cause I got her pregnant with Mark. And honey, I can see right now that you want me already. You would have been sucking and fucking my cock in LESS than five minutes. I can guarantee you will be tonight too. We're only at the minute and a half."
"You're an asshole. I wouldn't touch you with my worst enemy's mouth or pussy. And I definitely won't be sucking or fucking your dick tonight. I can guarantee it, because I love Mark!"
Why wasn't I running from him? I was turned on that's why. He was reawakening the old me, the one that would give into the cock lust. I knew I had to get out of there quick before I lost self control.
I moved to go around him, but he just blocked my path again and smiled a huge triumphant grin. I tried not to look at him, so I was glancing everywhere. I made the mistake of looking down, and I saw a rather large bulge in his jeans. I quickly jerked my head up, but he just laughed at me a little bit and moved in closer to me, backing me against the wall.
He bent down and put his face next to my ear, and I got a whiff of his after shave, sending my pussy into overdrive and hardening my nipples to their maximum. He softly whispered into my ear blowing hot air all over it and sending tremors through my body.
"I can change your mind. You need a real man to fuck you. Not my small dicked son. And your nipples have only gotten harder this entire time." He then leaned down a little more and lightly licked my jaw before softly kissing my neck and ending with a small bite just above my shoulder.
This sent tremors through my body, and I let out an uncontrollable moan of pleasure and lust.
