Falling for My Dirty Uncle

My cock will make you worship it. It'll make you fucking beg and plead. And it'll make you cum like you've never, ever, fucking cum before.

"Oh my fucking god!" Mandy screams and her body writhes like that of a woman possessed.

I look down past Mandy.

I may have forgotten to tell you where I am. I'm in the team skybox room of Nailers Arena. Today is the first day of the regular season and it's the Nailers' first game at their refurbished stadium in East Rutherford, New Jersey. The crowd is waiting for kick-off and I was gazing at the view from the floor-to-ceiling windows in the skybox when Mandy Marsten, the head cheerleader for the Nailers, came to see me.

"Admiring the view?" she asked me, walking in. We hadn't talked much before, but I can fucking tell when someone's giving me the eye and she has been eye-fucking me all fucking week. But so do a lot of women, so I just go with the flow.

"Maybe I was looking in the wrong direction," I said, walking toward her.

In hindsight it seems unreal because I had just walked up to her and reached over and pulled her close. Before I knew it, the few clothes that she had on were off, and on the ground. She was sucking my cock like a fucking pro in five minutes and bending over the table looking out at the crowd through those same floor-to-ceiling windows in ten.

I gotta say though, if we had to pick any place to have sex, this would be it. This room, with its fucking plush leather couches and mahogany wood trimmings screams to have people fuck in it.

All the better when it's game day and you have 150,000 screaming fans who don't know you're about to bust a fucking nut high above their heads.

I can feel myself getting close to my own fucking orgasm. It's going to be fucking intense. Already I see Mandy begin to blink a couple of times as she comes out of the pleasure-coma that I put her into. Her chest is heaving and she's winded, with fucking sweat dripping down her back. It's a fucking beautiful sight.

But like all good things, shit has to get in the fucking way. Something has to come and fuck it all up.

I look up to see the roving camera pan the crowd. Normally, it wouldn't make too much of a difference but the fucking camera that's displaying on the Jumbotron is slowly panning over the crowd, and people are cheering when they see their faces—until it pans over to the skybox and they see that I'm fucking Mandy doggie style, straight on the Jumbotron.

That's fucking right. Its got me right there, on a 33 foot by 110 foot screen. My head is bobbing and Mandy’s face is grimacing.

At first, people don't know what to fucking make of it. I mean, this has got to be the largest porno viewing in the history of the fucking world.

But after numerous sex tapes, countless scandals, Presidents who marry their stepmothers, and a host of other situations, the sexual mores of Americans have changed. They're not scandalized by my fucking the shit out of Mandy.

They're appreciative.

At least, that's what the cheers are telling me! Literally, people are standing up and cheering me on!

Okay, you got me. I was worried for a fucking second. I was worried that people were going to start to do the same old bullshit and call me a bad role model.

But wait, I forgot. I'm Magnus fucking Davion. I can do any fucking thing I want.

With a roar, I push against the glass door that leads out to the terrace. Part of the renovation took some of the floor-to-ceiling glass wall and made it into a door and added a small terrace.

The door swings open and the tint from the glass goes away on the Jumbotron. The camera zooms in and I'm larger than life looking down on the stadium at 150,000 fans who are screaming and swooning.

I raise my heavily tattooed arm and point out at the stadium.

The crowd goes fucking wild.

Mandy opens her eyes and looks out the window. The first thing she sees is herself bent over a table except now her face is 30 feet by 110 feet.

"Oh God," she moans, "Everyone can see us!"

She whimpers and the thought of being so public makes her body spasm and convulse and I know another orgasm has just ripped through her.

I don't fucking blame her. I'm about to cum myself.

But something seems incomplete as thoughts of cum race through my head.

I figure it out.

Why cum into a condom when I'm in front of this many fucking people?