Go

You are really not interested in watching another man have sex with Amy but from the sparkle in her eyes, you know she wants you to go, and you can't bring yourself not to give her something that she wants. So with the singular thought, 'Well, it best to just rip off the bandaid,' you say, "Ok, I'll go."

She is so excited that she jumps into you while shouting, "REALLY!" You are so caught off guard that you stumble back and fall onto the bed.

Like a hungry animal, her painted nails begin to claw at your pants buckles.

In a flash, she has your pants off and is sitting on your naked cock while starting to work on her pants. Just as quick, she has her naked-shaven pussy lips sitting on top of your shaft.

She quickly kisses you as her hands reach down between you and pulls your cock head towards her slit. Only then do you realize that she is about to put you in raw, something that you have never been able to do before this moment. "Amy, ahah ... condom!?"

Amy smiles down at you and says, "Do you promise to try to get along with my dad?" To which you knob yes as her finger toy with your cock, allowing her to continue, "Then no more condoms, we are getting married after all." Before sliding her wet pussy all the way down your shaft. She road you cowgirl style, only jumping off your rod at the last possible moment, allowing your fountain of cum to land on both your and her chest, coating her cleavage with a nice thin white layer of sperm.

She kept you utterly sexually exhausted, and balls empty until it was time to leave. You have never had more sex in a week in your life although none of your cum ever went inside of her, but that was abnormal because, before Wednesday, you always had to wear a condom.

Amy called her father the moment you both got in the car, leaving you listening to only half of the conversation

Amy "Yeah, we just left."... "Yes, he is with me."... "Dad, please give him a chance. I am sure that you will like him if you get to know him." Before she turned to you and said, "Dad wants to talk to him... I know it's going to be hard, but please be nice, hum." Before setting the phone down on the center council, for you to hear her father's voice on speaker.

Greg "Hello, piss wad, I hear my daughter decide to bring your worthless ass with her. Just so you know, my house IS NOT YOURS AND WILL NEVER WILL BE, no matter what my princess's opinion of you might be! And I have some rules you must follow if you stay here. First, I don't care what my daughter lets you do in your home, but once your leave to come to MY home, you must understand she is my princess first. So you aren't to be laying a single of your degusting fingers on her and you will be sleeping on the floor. Do you understand me, you scum bag?"

You glance over to Amy as if asking her what to say, and she whispers, "Just go with it for now, ok, hum." So, you answer, "Yes, sir."

Greg continues, "Ok, princess, I would like to talk to you alone again." Prompting Amy to return the phone to her ear. You couldn't help but feel like an unwanted third wheel as those two had a conversation without you.

"Dad, I need you to be nicer to him."

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"I know that is what you feel, but you must understand how I feel too."

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"Dad, I love you. But I love him too, so please try for me."

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"Thank you, Dad."

With that, she set her hung up the phone and set it down. "Hunny, Dad said you still have to follow his rules, but he is going to try to be nicer to you."

You smile and say, "That's good," as you reach over for her hands. But much to your displeasure, she pulls her hand away while saying Amy "I'm sorry honey, but dad said no touching."

You have never felt so alone while being around someone as you slowly inch your hand back to the steering wheel.

The remaining drive to Greg's house was a silent one because after what you heard and being told no to hold Amy's hand, you just couldn't bring yourself to start a conversation.

Greg greets you at the door, wearing a suit and tie. He smiles and says, "It's so good to see you, my princess," and then kisses Amy on the cheek. But when he turns towards you, his smile instantly disappears. "John, we are going to head inside; you can be a good busboy and bring the bags in."

Amy places her hand on her dad's firm chest. "Dad, you said you would be nice."

Her father laughed, "I am; Bus boy is a lot better than scum bag." As he wrapped his arm around her waist and walked her inside.

You couldn't help but have your stomach turn as you watch Greg's hand inch down towards Amy ass. Something inside of you told you that Greg knew what he was doing. It was like he was telling you that he was free to touch where ever he wanted while you had to keep your hands to yourself.

It took you ten minutes for you to drag the suitcases out of the car and into the house. By then, Greg has made himself comfortable at the dining table with Amy nowhere to be seen, causing you to ask, "Where is my fiancée?"

"Look, boy, I don't normally cuss, so when I do, you better pay attention. Now I DON'T GIVE A FUCKING SHIT that my daughter stupidly said yes to you. And like I said, I and going to do everything in my power to change her mind. That being said, In MY HOUSE, SHE IS NOT YOUR ANYTHING. She is too good for you even to call her by her first name. She is Ms. Cooper to you."

You scuff. "That doesn't sound like you're being nice to me."

Greg's laughs. "What, are you going to be a little wimp and run off to my daughter and wine to her? Go right ahead; she is in her room over there, getting ready. Go ahead and tattle on me, and we will see how well that wins her over."