Falling for My Dirty Uncle

Reading my mind (or, perhaps, he read it in my body), he lays one arm over my legs and, using only two fingers, he reaches for my clit. He presses down on it with his two fingertips, and I bite down on my lower lip hard enough to draw blood; somehow, that’s enough to stop myself from screaming.

Parker doesn’t seem worried about my moans or screams, though. In fact, the way he’s working my pussy now makes it seem like that all he wants is to hear me scream. "Oh, God," I say with a quivering voice, the pressure of his fingers on my clit and the way his tongue runs up and down my inner folds blending into a perfect storm.

I fall back on the desk, laying my forearms across the flat surface, and let my head fall back. My hair cascades down my shoulders as I grit my teeth and, a heartbeat after that, I come undone.

Sharp stabs of pain and pleasure seem to make their way up my spine, an

d then a raging river of ecstasy floods my brain, drowning it in ecstasy. I moan, careful enough not to do it too loudly, and lie back on the desk, breathing so hard that my lungs feel like balloons about to pop.

"Oh, God, that was so good," I whisper, finding the strength to prop myself up on my elbows again. I look down at him with a dazed smile as he pulls back from between my thighs, his chin and mouth glistening from my juices, and then my insides clench as I hear him speak.

"Was? Who told you I’m done?" he simply says; with that, he dives into me again, his lips choking my clit as he caresses the length of my pussy with his middle finger. He caresses my pussy lips with that finger, moving it up and down at a steady pace, and I grit my teeth as I prepare myself for the inevitable; soon enough he’s going to start licking and fingering me, and I have absolutely no idea on how I’m going to stop myself from screaming so loud everyone in this building will race here to see what all the commotion is about. Oh, well, if it happens… It happens.

I told you: I can’t exactly think straight right now.

"Oh, fuck," I groan as he slides his middle finger all the way inside my pussy, curling it upward until it meets my G-spot. I let out a little yelp of pleasure as I feel electricity spreading throughout my body, and that’s when he slides another finger inside of me. He starts sliding them both in and out of my pussy, ravaging me, and then leans toward me and wraps his full hungry lips around my clit.

Just like I had anticipated it, he sucks and fingers me with a frenzied kind of desire, tongue and lips and fingers working in unison toward the same goal: drown me in pleasure and ecstasy.

I lie back on the desk again, sending a few papers and folders tumbling down to the floor, and he kisses my pussy with renewed intent. His fingers fly in and out of me at a steady mechanic pace, hitting my G-spot over and over again with maddening precision.

"Oh, this is… Fuck… It’s so good," I groan again, my pussy tightening around his fingers. My muscles are tensing up now, and I know it’s just a matter of time until a second orgasm overtakes me. It’s almost funny to think about it like this, with most men, I’d consider myself lucky with a second orgasm, but with Parker it seems that a second orgasm is just part of the appetizer.

I moan loudly as vibrant electricity takes over my spine and explodes in my nerve endings, and only when I remember myself do I grit my teeth, trying to choke down my moan and be as quiet as possible. Which isn’t exactly an easy task, mind you. I have no idea how I’m going to remain silent when we move toward the main course. But one thing at a time, right?

"Now… We can start," Parker whispers somberly, pulling back from between my thighs and going up to his feet. I look into his eyes, grinning wildly as I see drops of my juices glistening on their way down his chin, and sit back up on the desk.

He takes his fingers to his collar and, loosening his tie, he then undoes its knot and pulls it out from around his neck. He’s about to throw it to the side when his lips curl into a grin. Using both hands, he stretches the tie right in front of me, pulling the dark fabric until it’s just a smooth long line.

"On your feet," he tells me, the tone of his voice leaving me no room to do anything else but obey. I slide down from the desk, standing on wobbly legs, and look at him. "Now, turn around," he continues, and I do so, turning on my heels. Using one hand, he pulls one of my arms back and pins my wrist against my lower back; he does the same with my other arm, and then I feel the soft fabric of his tie being wrapped around both of my wrists. He finishes it off with a tight knot and then, placing both of his hands on my hips, he makes me turn around again so that I’m facing him.

"Much better," he whispers. Unblinking, and without taking his eyes off of me, he starts unbuttoning his shirt. My eyes wander up and down his chest as he reveals the hard muscles hiding under his shirt, and then I just purse my lips as he pushes it down his strong arms.

"On your knees," he commands me, and my body reacts before my brain even has the time to process the meaning behind his words. My knees touch the floor in a heartbeat, and he unbuckles his belt and pulls it out from its loops in one swift motion. Unzipping his fly, he lets his pants fall down to his knees, and my heart skips a beat as my eyes fall upon the bulging shape straining against his boxer briefs.

"I want it," I breathe out, my brain swimming in a lake of lust and desire. I move my hands unconsciously, as if to reach toward his crotch, but all I manage to do is chaff my wrists against the tight knot around my wrists.

"You want it… and you’ll have it," Parker tells me, hooking his fingers on the side of his boxer briefs and pulling them down to his knees. His cock springs free at once, a few drops of pre-cum glistening on the tip, and I find myself leaning toward him.

"Patience," he says, grabbing me by the hair before I can reach his cock. He takes a step back, kicks off his shoes and steps out of his clothing, and finally untangles his fingers from my hair.

"Give it to me," I exhale again, anxious to feel his thick cock pushing down on my tongue, and this time he doesn’t stop me. He grabs his cock and angles it down so that it’s pointing straight at my mouth, and all I have to do is let my head fall forward. Which is exactly what I do; I open my mouth as wide as I can and, in a fraction of a second, I feel his thick shaft making its way past my lips and sliding down over my tongue.

Grabbing me by the hair again, he holds my head in place and drives his cock all the way in, only stopping when its tip is pressed tight against the back of my throat. He holds it there for a second or two, and then slides back out, but that just so he can slide in again. Thrusting, he fucks my mouth at a gentle pace, his cock rolling between my lips like a piston.

I moan, the sound of it rising in my throat and vibrating through his cock, and then I just let my eyelids droop and surrender to the pulsing pleasure inside me. He keeps on fucking my tight mouth until a sudden spasm takes over his member—for a fraction of a second, I almost believe he’s just going to cum inside my mouth, but that’s not what happens. He takes a deep breath, holds his cock deep inside my mouth, and then just slides it out. It pops out of me with a wet sound, and I open my eyes again.

Parker’s looking down at me with serious eyes, blue flames of ravenous lust dancing there. Before I can even say or do anything, he grabs me by the shoulders and pulls me up to my feet. I gasp as he does it, and then his hands go down my waist and he turns me around. He does it fast, laying one forearm across my shoulder blades and forcing me to bend over. I lay my naked chest across the surface of his desk, and then he grabs the knot on his tie, holding me by the wrists.

"Do it," I cry out, feeling vulnerable and exposed, and loving every second of it. Using his free hand, he caresses the contour of my ass cheeks, and then slaps me hard across them. I gasp again, not expecting it, and press my forehead against his desk. His hand falls on my ass over and over again, and each time I feel its impact is like a small explosion goes off inside my skull.

I’m still busy trying to process the way he’s smacking me when I suddenly feel the tip of his cock going down my ass crack. Grabbing his cock, he pushes it down until his shaft is pressed against my pussy lips, and then he just thrusts.

I grit my teeth hard so that I don’t scream, but that’s an almost impossible mission: his cock goes inside of me so fast, and stretching me so wide, that the pleasure I’m feeling just demands to be turned into sound. Somehow, I manage to keep quiet… But the quieter I get, the harder Parker thrusts.

Still holding me by the tie, keeping my arms stretched behind my back, he slams his cock into me repeatedly. The sound of his thighs slapping my ass cheeks fills the whole office, bouncing off the walls and getting back to me like some disjointed melody of sinful pleasure. The sound of taboo and lust.

"You’re so fucking tight…" Parker groans, thrusting so hard that the whole desk seems to rattle under my naked body. "I can’t get enough… of your pussy…" he continues, finally letting go of the tie and placing both of his hands on my ass cheeks, his fingers digging deep into my flesh.