Falling for My Dirty Uncle

Ok, I’m exaggerating, but it did hurt. And I don’t know if I’ll be able to control myself if I’m ever in that situation again.

It’s all the more reason to stay away from her and use my hand for distraction.

I make my way through the kitchen and head straight for my bedroom, needing that specific kind of distraction.

The side of the bed she was sleeping on is still tousled and her stale perfume continues to waft in the air.

I breathe it in, and my dick pulsates.

That smell works better than fucking Viagra. Not that I’ve ever needed it.

Rather than sitting on my bed, I take a seat on the lounge chair across from it, angling it directly at her side of the bed.

I stare at it like the dirty pervert that I am and grab my dick, slowly stroking it. I recall her tight ass body naked, and imagine it laying across my red, thick comforter.

Spreading her underneath me, I watch as her tits bounce, and her lips part in an inviting, playful pout.

I tighten the hold on my dick and imagine her skin against mine as I explore every inch of her body, my hands and tongue doing most of the work.

Her legs part for me like they did in my passenger seat, and I find her cunt dripping wet.

The pace of my hand quickens and sweat forms at my hairline. She’s not even here, and she’s making me work for it.

I see her writhe underneath my tongue, tasting her sweet juices. She moans for me as I finger her slit, her tight cunt enveloping around my hand.

I devour her, like I did that cake. But this time, I’m relentless. I don’t stop.

I eat her until she screams my name, bucking against me and pulling at my hair.

I imagine her feeling the same way I do now, wanting so badly to release and explode, but needing more.

A deep groan escapes me, and I aggressively pump my dick. Precum gathers at the head and I lather it, coating my length with what I imagine is her wetness.

I watch as I thrust into her—hard, making her combust around me.

I put those long, toned legs around my head and pound into her, wanting her to call me by my name.

But being the gentleman that I am, I remind her that if she can’t handle it—if it’s ever too much—say ‘uncle.’

The bearing of that safe word doesn’t escape me, but it makes some sense now. If she ever called me uncle while I’m in her, I’ll definitely stop.

It happens to be the perfect safe word.

That is in my head. This will never happen in real-life.

My balls tighten, and I can feel my muscles tense.

But I don’t want it to be over.

I want to stay inside of her for as long as I can—feel her cunt consuming me like her expert mouth did.

God, that was fucking amazing.

I reach for her tits, feeling the hardness of her nipples against my fingers, and pinch them. She whimpers from the pain, and my cock throbs at the thought of hearing that sound.

My hands grab her ass, remembering how it felt on the dance floor, and my fingers circle her hole. I want to fill every fucking glorious hole in her body.

In my mind.