Falling for My Dirty Uncle

I start rubbing my clit harder now, images of Austin’s naked body dancing behind my shut eyelids. Hmm, if he were here with me right now … I wouldn’t mind that, not at all. I can almost feel his hands running down my back as he soaps up my body, his cock growing harder as he presses his body against mine.

“Mm…” I moan softly, moving my two fingers fast and allowing pleasure to invade my bloodstream. Taking my other hand down to my pussy, I spread my inner folds wide and then slide my index finger inside my wetness. I let out another moan, and I feel my eyes rolling in their orbits as ecstasy builds up inside my body, ready to blow up anytime now.

Still with my eyes closed, I imagine that the warm water falling over my naked body is Austin’s embrace, and it’s like I can almost feel his hard cock pressed between my ass cheeks, desire making it pulse and throb almost too viciously.

Thinking of his cock does it for me.

I grit my teeth and hiss through them as an orgasm explodes inside me, unleashing a column of fire up my spine. I keep frozen in place as pleasure makes my muscles twitch and, only when pleasure has washed over me, do I finally take my hands out of my pussy.

“God,” I exhale, finally opening up my eyes and taking a deep breath. I can’t believe I just masturbated while thinking of Austin. I must be going crazy.

I finish washing up in a hurry and then step out of the shower wrapped in a large cotton towel. Tiptoeing into my closet, I look at all the dresses hanging from the rack and pick one that I think will fit the moment perfectly: it’s a sophisticated and yet sexy cocktail dress, more than enough to dazzle all the photo-hungry journalists. That will make them pay attention to me while, at the same time, I won’t be ruffling any feathers; it’s my job, after all, to take the heat off Austin.

Half an hour later and I’m ready to go. I take a spin in front of my full-body mirror, smiling as I see how perfectly the dress hugs the curves of my body. Satisfied, I start walking out of the room and, just by chance, I see the diamond ring shining in my nightstand.

God, I almost forgot to put the damn thing on.

Coming back to it, I pick it up from nightstand and slide it on my finger. Alright, I think to myself as I look at the tacky diamond on my finger, it’s show time.

Austin

This is crazy.

It's not what I fucking do.

I don't put my entire life—every waking minute—into one woman. And yet here I am, sitting in the backseat of a presidential limo, on my way to pick Ashley up, and I haven't stopped thinking about her from the moment I met her.

We’re going to go to dinner in Georgetown but all I want to do is fuck.

Don’t roll your eyes at me. You saw that body of hers.

Jesus fucking Christ.

I want to squeeze those ass cheeks. The only way I want to stop is to run my cock between them. Those tits.

Don’t forget those fucking gorgeous fucking tits. Squeeze them together and run my cock through them.

Yes, yes, I know. I have a desire to rub my cock on everything that looks attractive. Don’t worry, I like steak, I won’t be rubbing my cock on it too. You probably wish though, don’t you? Okay, maybe not the steak, but you wish I’d rub my cock on your face, huh?

Don’t lie.

Fuck, listen to me. I need to keep a cool head.

I need to focus. This is an opportunity for me to learn more about her. Sure, I'd like to fuck her—that's no secret—but I'm still weary of her. I know what she does for a living—she's crushed some of the most powerful men, and I don't want to be yet another victim.

But, I trust Tracy.

And Tracy says that Ashley is the perfect woman for the job. To say that I'm conflicted is an understatement. I just hope Tracy's right.

The limo pulls up to her apartment.

She's outside, waiting. Punctual. Don’t you think so?

I see her through the window and taker her in with my eyes. She's wearing a short, tight, black cocktail dress that hugs her every fucking curve. It's not too short; it's classy. Her breasts sit at the top of her dress like two perfect scoops of vanilla ice cream, and I think to myself that they look good enough to eat. Like I said, she's a true professional. She looks fucking stunning.

The driver opens the door and ushers her in, and immediately, I'm assaulted by her smell. It's floral, and brings a burst of seductive femininity into the car. If it's possible to be drunk off someone's smell, then this is it.

"It's good to see you," I smile, taking her hand and giving it a quick kiss. Whether I trust Ashley or not, there is no way that I'm not going to bang her.