Falling for My Dirty Uncle

“You do… You really do,” he whispers, resting one hand on my naked knee, his fingertips brushing against the hemline of my Saint Laurent dress. I know I could’ve seduced Walter even if I decided to wear a simple off the rack dress, something equally cheap and trashy, but I don’t like to underestimate men. In my line of business, that’s a fatal mistake.

“I like how you say it,” I tell him, leaning forward and brushing my lips against his ear. I feel something hardening between his legs, and I choke down a chuckle as I realize that Walter’s cock is as small as he is old. And he’s old enough to be my father—no, make that my grandfather.

CEO of a pharmaceutical conglomerate, Walter has been its leader for more than 25 years. He’s 60-something years old now, and one of the most successful businessmen in the US. Thing is, dear old Walter is as successful as he is greedy and immoral. He built his fortune by raising the prices of a few specific drugs, and he has never shown any remorse about it. What happened to the feel-good American Dream, right? But that’s the world we live in now; the sociopaths are running the show.

“You know what I find sexy?” I continue, turning around on his lap and opening my legs so that I’m straddling him. Without taking my eyes off his, I hike up the hem of my skirt, offering him a sight of my black La Perla thong. “There’s nothing sexier than a powerful man… I just can’t resist it,” I whisper, running my fingers through what’s left of his hair.

“Well, it’s your lucky night.” His hands trail down the side of my body and, cupping both my ass cheeks, he gives them a soft squeeze. He wets his lips with the tip of his tongue and looks at me with an expression of anticipation.

“And why is that?” I ask him with a purr, biting down on my lower lip.

“Because I’m here … and I’m all yours, baby,” he continues, and I offer him one mischievous smile. He spent the whole night nibbling at the hook, and now he's swallowed it whole.

Not that I wasn’t expecting it to happen. Men are predictable creatures, you know? You just have to figure out which notes to play and they always end up dancing to your tune. With Walter, that was even easier than I thought.

I knew he was staying at the Sofitel, and I also knew that Walter is a man that enjoys his liquor. So all I needed to do to grab his attention was be at the bar after dinner, having a drink by myself. Between showing up and trying to strike a conversation with me, not more than fifteen minutes passed. Usually I’m the one making a first approach, but I guess that, despite his age and looks, Walter is a self-confident man that simply can’t resist a woman like me.

Now, don’t think that I’m bragging, but men are always attracted to my looks. Pair that with a refined fashion sense and I can cut through a man’s soul like a hot knife through butter. Which is a good thing, considering what I do for a living.

Anyway, after having two drinks with Walter, he inevitably invited me to accompany him to his room, and that despite the fact that he has been married for more than 30 years. You’d think that married men would be the hardest to seduce, but the opposite is true. There’s no creature easier to seduce than a man with a wedding ring on his finger.

“Let’s get you out of these clothes,” I purr, softly bucking my hips at him so that my crotch is pressed against his. Loosening the knot on his tie, I then pull it out over his head; my fingers move down to his shirt and I open his collar, popping button after button and revealing his hairy chest.

“Now you’re talking,” he groans, reaching for my breasts and giving them a hard squeeze.

“Oh, that’s good,” I moan, swaying my hips softly and rubbing my pussy against the small hard shape under his pants. Well, even though he has a small cock, at least he has no problems getting it up.

“Undress… I—I want you to strip for me,” he groans again, his eyes narrowing slightly as he tries to claim the leading role in this relationship of ours.

“Anything for you,” I whisper, slowly going to my feet as my fingertips slide down his overgrown belly. I take one hand to his crotch and, before standing up fully, I brush my fingertips over his hard cock.

He remains in silence as I turn my back to him; moving slowly, allowing the tension in the room to rise, I rest my fingers on my shoulders and hook them on the straps of my dress. I tug them down and let the fabric droop over my breasts, my dress sliding down to my waist. Swaying my hips gently, I then let the dress fall down my legs, and only then do I turn around to meet Walter’s gaze.

“Oh, fuck,” he mutters under his breath, looking at me with wide and anxious eyes. His eyes wanders up and down my body, and the intensity of his gaze is almost enough to scorch the black lace lingerie I’m wearing.

“Want to see more?” I tease him, pulling at the straps of my bra.

“Yeah,” he replies in a heavy tone, and I run my tongue between my lips.

“Then show me that cock of yours, Walter… I want to see you getting hard for me,” I continue, taking one step toward him. Reacting fast at my words, he fumbles with his belt and unbuckles it; faster now, he unzips his fly and pulls both his boxers and pants down to his knees.

“Is this hard enough for you?” he asks me, grabbing his cock with two fingers and giving it two hard strokes.

“Oh, yeah … that’s hard enough for me,” I whisper, taking another step toward him and leaning forward, taking my mouth to his ear. “And I also believe that’s hard enough for the camera,” I continue as I look him in the eyes and point toward the closet. The door is slight ajar, and it’s from that gap between the door and the wall that a concealed spy cam has been set up.

“What are you talking about?” The lust in his eyes has now been replaced by dread and confusion; as his gaze follows my fingers, he starts to realize that he has fucked up immensely. But now it’s too late. “You fuckin’ bitch!” he growls, going up to his feet. I take one step back as he raises his hand to strike me and, instead of showing him fear, I offer him one big grin.

“Yeah, hit me,” I dare him. “You’re already knee-deep in a world of shit, Walter. Hit me and we’ll see that shit rise up to your neck. My operatives are watching and recording all of this … and if you try to fuck with me, you can bet your ass that my colleagues will start streaming this through the whole Internet. You’ll be done in a matter of seconds.”

Still with his fist up in the air, he grits his teeth and hisses desperately. He lowers his trembling hand then, a vein in his forehead throbbing so hard that I wouldn’t be surprised if his head exploded.

“You fuckin’ played me!” he cries out,

pulling his pants up awkwardly and trying to hide his now shriveled cock.

“I did,” I shrug, picking my dress up from the floor and squeezing myself inside of it.

“Who put you up to this?” he asks me through his gritted teeth, and I look at him with a satisfied smile. He probably thinks that a rival company hired me, or that this is an internal coup—maybe someone wants to take his position as a CEO. Thing is, the answer is not that complicated.