Slave of my father-in-law 2

-"What the hell happened?"- Simeon asks me very seriously, looking at me sternly. "Are you one of those damn eggheads who just want to chat to jerk off later?"

I don't know how to respond, or how to address him. "Sir? Simeon?" I decide to answer simply, "No," but then curiosity gets the best of me and I ask, "I didn't tell you who I was, how did you know?" Simeon doesn't let me finish. "You have photos of your body on your profile." His answer doesn't satisfy me. My body is average, it's impossible for him to recognize me by...

"Tonight you were swimming and I saw a tattoo on your ankle... the same tattoo that is visible in one of your photos." My blood runs cold. "How could I be so stupid?" Simeon looks at me smiling, enjoying my embarrassment and undoubtedly my look of anguish. I start to sweat and don't know what to say.

"Come here, slut," he says, emphasizing the word "slut," and it turns me on even though I don't lose my nervousness. "Let's go for a walk to calm you down."

We walk towards the beach, it's a private beach and it's deserted, close to midnight. Although it's theoretically closed, there are no guards or anyone to prevent guests from wandering around.

We walk in silence, the sound of the waves far from giving me peace, it makes me more anxious.

We arrive at the edge of the hotel where there is a kind of natural wall made of rocks, an area only illuminated by the moonlight shining brightly in the starry sky.

"This is a good spot," says Simeon, unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down to his knees. Under his shirt, a thick and pointed cock surrounded by a thick bush of hair peeks out. I don't know what to do. I expected some humiliation, but drinking my father-in-law's piss is extreme.

"Kneel, slut," he orders me. I'm in shock. I had hoped to talk to him, to have time to dialogue, explain that I'm not what it seems, although I think about it and realize that it's better not to explain anything. I kneel in front of him and feel like even though I'm dressed, I'm completely naked in his presence. It's a mental nakedness, it's a... the stream of urine in my mouth forces me to focus on drinking and stop thinking about anything else. I need to swallow it all to avoid staining my clothes.

It tastes mild, smells and feels like alcohol, like tequila. I skillfully swallow it, and some small drops drip on my shirt. Simeon farts and then exhales forcefully, he extends an arm and with the other hand he keeps his thick cock directed at my mouth... I swallow and swallow... until he finishes peeing. He shakes his cock over my tongue and then runs it through my beard to dry it. When he's done, in the normal attitude of a man who has just urinated in a urinal, he pulls up his pants.

"Good dog," he says smiling. "Go to sleep. Tomorrow I'll be waiting for you at eleven in my room to suck my cock. Eleven sharp, dog, I don't like tardy slaves."

Simeon le...