Falling for My Dirty Uncle

“I bet you’re glad, yeah,” he chuckles, brushing the back of his hand against my cheek. “If I wasn’t President, you wouldn’t be here right now.”

“And that would be a shame,” I whisper, turning on his lap so that I’m facing him.

“A damn shame,” he repeats, his voice growing heavy while his eyes roam down to my lips. Reaching for me with his mouth, he brushes his lips against mine and then grins. “Now, tell me, Ash… How would you like to join the Mile High Club?”

“Do I get a membership card?” I tease him, placing my hand on his already hard cock and giving it a soft squeeze.

“No, but you get something else,” he chuckles, his cock pulsing hard against my fingers.

“I’ll take it,” I whisper, leaning into him and closing my eyes. Our lips meet and I realize that, more than just lust, I’m starting to fall for him.

Ashley

Looking into Austin’s eyes, I let the inevitable happen and our mouths meet. My eyelids droop as it happens and, next thing I know, his tongue is inside my mouth. I turn around on his lap and, opening my legs, I straddle him as I throw both my arms over his shoulders.

“Mr. President,” I whisper, bucking my hips at him and pressing my crotch against his.

“Very polite,” he chuckles, taking his hands to my ass and giving it a soft squeeze. Tugging on my dress, he pulls the fabric slightly up, and then brushes the palm of his hands against the naked skin on my ass cheeks, his fingers running over the fabric of my thong.

“I might be polite … but my body isn’t,” I tell him with a wicked grin and, as I say it, I find myself sliding down from his lap and kneeling on the floor. He opens his legs wide so that I can fit my body there, and then he leans back against his seat, an amused smile on his lips.

“I always loved girls with a body who didn’t know how to be polite,” he whispers at me, and I don’t even need to think of a reply. It just appears on my lips and flies out on his own.

“Thing is, Austin, I’m not a girl. I’m a woman,” I say, placing my hands on his knees and running them up to his crotch. There, I press down on his cock, already hard and pushing back against his pants. Allowing my fingers to roam upward, I unbuckle his belt and open his fly, the palm of my hand now pressing down against his hard cock over his boxer briefs.

Looking up at him, I ret

urn him the grin of anticipation dancing on his lips. Without breaking eye contact, I start leaning forward and, just because my mouth touches the fabric of his boxer briefs, I tilt my head slightly and rest my lips over his shaft. His cock pulses against my parted lips, becoming even harder as it pushes back against his boxer briefs.

“Mm,” I moan softly, my eyelids drooping as I start to suck him even though there’s the fabric of his underwear between our bodies. Taking his hands to my head, he runs his fingers through my hair; I use my free hand to reach between his thigh and cup his balls with one hand.

“Your mouth, Ash, I need it now,” he groans and his words somehow unleash fury inside my head. Forgetting all about the teasing torture I wanted to inflict on him, I hook my fingers on the side of his boxer briefs and tug them down, sending both his pants and boxer briefs down to his ankles. His cock jumps out on in a hurry and, before I can even think about what I want to do, I reach for it and start stroking him right away.

With my hand turned into a fist, my fingers gripping his shaft tightly, I flick my wrist almost too violently. I’m almost afraid I might be hurting but, aside from groans of pleasure, he doesn’t complain. And so, I just keep on doing it, sighing heavily as I watch my hand flying up and down the length of his shaft. Sweet mercy, I could stroke him like this forever. Or suck him… or fuck him. Or, really, do anything that involves his cock and me.

“My mouth, uh?” I ask him with a purr, and he doesn’t answer: he just swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he does it, and then he tangles his fingers in my hair and pulls me into him, my lips now dangerously close to the tip of his cock.

“Your mouth,” he now nods, taking his fingers out of my head and resting his arm on the armrests of his seat.

“The President asks, the President gets,” I say with a chuckle, angling his cock down with one hand while, at the same time, I open my mouth as wide as I can. Closing my eyes, I dive forward and take his whole length at once, his 12 inches rolling over my tongue in a hurry.

Instead of going at it slowly, my body demands me to go as fast as I can right from the start. And who I am to go up against what my body demands of me? Obliging, I summon all strength to both my jaw and neck, and start bobbing my head as fast as I can. Helping me, Austin thrusts while I suck on him and, both our bodies working in harmony, I simply surrender to the symphony produced by the way my lips roll down his shaft.

Rolling his balls over the open palm of my free hand, I caress his balls as I suck him hard. I do it fully knowing that, soon enough, all the cum that his balls are busy producing will be unleashed upon my body. And I just can’t wait—really, I’m not kidding. With Austin it seems like there are no limits; even after he has come, there’s always space for an extra dirtiness, especially when it involves both our fluids. What can I say? It’s fun to be a dirty woman.

“Fuck,” I hear Austin groan again, and his cock pulses slightly against my tongue. Realizing that he’s already dancing close to the edge, I almost stop, but then I just redouble my efforts, enjoying the way his cock fills up my mouth and not caring if he comes now. If it happens, it happens… I’ll just make him get hard again so that he can please me.

Needing to refill my lungs with air, I take his cock out of my mouth and take a deep breath; even though I’m still using my hand to stroke him, Austin takes the chance to take off his shoes and push his pants and boxer briefs down his legs, allowing them to fall on the floor at his feet. Then, reaching for his own chest, he unbuttons his shirt in a hurry and then pushes it down his arms.

Now completely naked, I allow my eyes to roam over to his abs and, the moment I see his hard muscles, I feel my insides clenching. It doesn’t matter how many times I see him naked; each time feels like the first time, and that’s a blessing I can’t even begin to describe.

“Like what you see?” he asks me, softly swaying his hips.

“Always,” I reply without having to think about it. I keep on stroking him for a short while but, needing something else from me, Austin curls his fingers around my wrist and forces me to stop.

“I want you … I want your pussy, Ash,” he tells me, his eyes narrowing as his voice grows heavier. Taking my hands back to his knees, I push myself up. Without breaking eye contact, I take my hands to my shoulders and push the straps of my dress down, allowing it to droop over my tits. As I pull the dress down to my waist, showing Austin my lace bra, I then sway my hips from side to side and allow the dress to fall in a bunch at my feet.

“Like what you?” I ask him the same question he asked me, grabbing both my breasts and squeezing them. Then, taking one hand to my back, I unclasp my bra and simply take it off, biting down on my lower lip as I release my hard nipples from the oppression of the bra.