Hey everyone! This is my first story here. There’s a lot of explaining but I hope it’s still interesting. I tried to be brief but this turned out to be long lol. Skip down a few paragraphs to the line if you’re just interested in the dirty bits.
I’m 23 now and graduated from university 2 years ago. This happened during my 2nd and 3rd year of uni, so starting from when I was 19 until 21.
I had completed one year of uni and even though I had taken student loans from the government and working a part time job on top of studying, I was still very stretched for money after paying for tuition fees and accommodation that year. I could have asked my parents to help me out – and they did offer – but I wanted to be independent.
In my uni (as with a lot of unis here), student halls are only for 1st year students so I had to find my own place for 2nd and 3rd year. My dad had a wealthy friend who owned properties. I had briefly met him previously through my dad when I was 18. My impression of him had been that he was really charismatic.
My dad gave my number to his friend, and a couple weekends before my 2nd year started, he invited me to look around one of his apartments which was barely a 3 minute walk away from where my uni classes would be.
Even though I was thinking in my mind that I was probably going to have to move in with other people to a place that was more affordable, I went along just to be nice. Like I said, the location was very convenient and in a really nice part of the city. Overall, the apartment was very modern and simply gorgeous. All the time he was showing me around I knew that there was no way I could afford it.
At the end, he told me the price, and like I expected, it was completely out of my budget. I politely told him that and he proposed that if I were to offer him something else, he would not only let me live there on my own for free, he would also cover my tuition fees.
I remember laughing because I thought he was joking, before I realised he was serious. It took a week of internal debating with myself before I decided to accept. I would have no debt after graduating and be able to live by myself in a luxurious apartment right next to uni.
I told him I accepted, we met at the apartment where he handed me the keys and he laid down the rules in detail:
– Excluding summer and Christmas break and weeks before exams, he would be allowed to have free access to me whenever he liked and I couldn’t say no unless I had a really good reason.
– He would be fair, he wouldn’t come over to fuck me more than 3 times in one week as I had things to do in my own life.
– I could stop this arrangement anytime I wanted, but I would have to give up the apartment straight away and find somewhere else to live.
– We would have “date nights” roughly twice a month, where we would dress up and go out. (Usually this was just dinner at a restaurant, but sometimes he would take me to the theatre or opera)
– No one, especially my dad, can be allowed to know we have this arrangement. (Obviously this was fine by me)
Also, he didn’t mention he would do this initially, but he spoiled me more and more as time went on. And I mean, really spoiled me. Every time we went on date nights he would buy me a whole new outfit that he let me keep. He bought so many sets of lingerie and sexy outfits for me to wear and keep that I never had to go clothes shopping anymore. He bought me sex toys and makeup products as well. He gave me money every now and then; he said it was for food and books but it was way more than I needed. He refused to take it back even when I told him this. He made semi-regular trips abroad and he would bring me along for some of them all expenses paid: over the 2 years, we went to Frankfurt, Dubai, Moscow and Paris together.
I quit my part-time job halfway through second year because I just straight up didn’t need the money anymore and so I could have more time for other things like my social life and studying.
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We both agreed that almost nothing was off-limits. No blood, pee or shit. Other than that, everything else was fine. I had a safe word I could use, but I never used it.
About him: average height, muscular although he had a little bit of tummy fat, in his early 50s. He had a long, thick dick, up there with one of the biggest I’ve had. Although it was not quite a pornstar-level dick thankfully. (I say “thankfully”, because I’ve had guys who were so big that they hurt me. His didn’t hurt me, he was a good size.) The size didn’t matter as much as how well he used it though. He gave me some incredible orgasms over the 2 years, both with his dick and his mouth. He would shoot these amazing loads: thick, white and gooey, multiple ropes that would leave my face completely coated. I never minded facials before him but he turned me into an avid lover of them.
He was super dominant in bed, which I loved. He was rough, and he was a seriously great fuck. We did a lot of bondage. He had me regularly wear handcuffs during sex. He would routinely collar and leash me and have me crawl around the apartment on all fours either in lingerie or naked while he was over. I would also sometimes wear ankle cuffs and/or a ball gag for him. He never used rope though, he was concerned about my circulation.
He would degrade me physically and verbally. Slapping, whipping, choking, hair-pulling, dirty talk, all of that stuff. I don’t think there was a single piece of furniture in that apartment that he didn’t fuck me on. On the table, bent over a chair, bent over the counter, against the glass window, in the shower, everywhere. He fucked me several times doggystyle with my head down the toilet, periodically dunking my head underwater while he railed my ass. God, I loved that.
We did raceplay too, at my request. He was hesitant at first but he loved it over time. He would call me all sorts of derogatory things as he railed me. It would be things like telling me to worship his white cock while he pounded my throat with it. Or, telling me that the only thing my Asian body was good for was getting fucked by his white cock while he pounded my pussy, gagged and blindfolded. I had never been so humiliated yet turned on.
We had infrequent threesomes with a friend of his every now and then. My legs felt like jelly every time after getting spitroasted and pussy/anal DP’ed by them. One time there was another friend of his over and the 3 of them gangbanged me, but that was the only time.
Our date nights were great. He would buy me an outfit to wear. Sometimes it would be elegant and classy, sometimes it would be sexy (and borderline slutty). He let me keep them all afterwards. We went to fancy restaurants on his tab and he would fuck me back at the apartment afterwards.
It wasn’t always great though. Some days I would be exhausted from classes or studying or working out when he would message me that he was coming over even though I wasn’t really in the mood. Occasionally I had to rearrange plans with friends because he wanted to come over to fuck me.
One night I was tired and just wanted to sleep but he had come over, and I guess he had a bad day at work because he was even rougher than usual. I didn’t end up using my safe word because I figured he would cum soon, but after more than an hour of getting my holes mercilessly pounded, my throat and especially my ass were really sore.
The worst time was when I had a date with a guy scheduled. I had told my dad’s friend about it beforehand but he messaged me that he was going abroad the next day and wanted to fuck me before leaving. He arrived an hour before my date was scheduled and although I only sucked his dick, I got spit and cum all over my face, ruining my makeup. I had to rush to get it all done again. I made it to the date in time but I had cut it close.
Overall though the negative moments were totally outweighed by the benefits and I can’t really complain. He was true to his word and paid for my tuition and let me live in his apartment completely free during my degree. After uni I started working full time and moved out of the centre of the city to somewhere cheaper because he said I would have to start paying full-price rent if I wanted to carry on living in the apartment, or half-price rent plus free use of my body. I can’t say I’ll never take him up on the offer but I haven’t completely ruled it out yet.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jlpigc/i_paid_for_university_by_being_my_dads_friends
Very very Hot, we’re there and photo or videos of his free use?
I don’t blame you for taking the offer, especially if you are enjoying it as well (I’ve done the same but it sounds like I made a lot less out of it :) ) but I would definitely not use the word “friend” when describing his relationship with your dad. I am very confident that if one of my husbands “friends” did this that there would be a decapitated body found somewhere.