Falling for My Dirty Uncle

“I promise,” he whispers, a look of that same wickedness on his face, and then he grabs me by the ass and pulls me into him. A shiver goes up my spine as I feel his long fingers on my bare ass cheeks and, when our lips collide once more, I shut the whole world out. There’s no more blackmail, no more fear, no more Lester. All that exists in my mind is Austin’s body pressed tight against mine.

“I love you,” I whisper, pulling back from his kiss.

“I love you too,” he tells me right back without hesitating, “never doubt that. Not for a second.”

“Then… Prove it,” I tease him, sliding one hand down his shirt and going over his belt. I open my hand, stretching my fingers wide, and feel his thick shape straining against his pants. His cock is already hard, pushing back against my fingers, just the way I like it.

“Oh, I’ll prove it,” he starts, squeezing my ass with those big hands of his. “I’ll fucking prove it,” he repeats, pushing me back until the back of my knees meet the edge of his couch. He gives me a gentle push and I fall down on the couch, smiling as I go down. Never taking his eyes off of me, he starts to unbutton his own shirt with slow and steady movements, and my heart skips a beat as his ripped chest comes into view. I swear, I don’t get tired of looking at his body. How could I, when he’s perfection incarnate? And he’s mine!

When he’s done with the buttons on his shirt, he pushes it down his arms and simply lets it fall to the floor. Then, he climbs on the couch and on top of me, pressing his bare chest against my naked tits, a shiver going up my spine as I feel my hard nipples brushing over his skin.

We kiss again, our tongues dancing around each other as I place my hands on his back, feeling his muscles move under my fingers like the perfect piece of sexual engineering that they are. I slide my hands down to his lower back and, when I meet the fabric of his pants, I push my fingers under it. My skin prickles as I feel his ass under the palm of my hands, and then I pull back from his skin and bury my teeth into his shoulders. I’m doing it on instinct, biting on him and making him crazy.

The moment I bite him harder than I should, he yanks on my hair and forces my head back. His eyes are burning with desire and he wastes no time; slightly pulling back his body from mine, he opens a space between us and then moves fast, placing the open palm of his hand against my pussy and pressing down on it.

“Oh,” I sigh heavily, thrusting against his hand and swaying my hips from side to side. Using just one finger, he starts runn

ing it up and down the length of my pussy, turning my sighs and into moans.

“Today’s a special day,” he whispers into my ear, still moving his finger up and down. “Today marks the first day of our new life,” he continues, and then his finger stops moving. “And we’re going to fucking celebrate,” he tells me, sliding his finger past my folds and, hooking it upward, pushing it right against my G-spot. A throaty moan escapes my lips and I lean back against the couch, surrendering to the electric feeling that laces my whole body like barbed wire.

A wicked desperation guiding me, I flatten my hand against his crotch, massaging his thick shaft in hurried circles. Growling like a wild animal, I unbuckle his belt and pull it out from its loops. I open the top button of his pants and then, still moving as if have no time to lose, I pull his zipper down. His cock pushes back against the fabric of his fingers, pressing down on my knuckles, and I almost go crazy. God, I can’t believe that I’ve fallen in love with the most handsome man on Earth, and that he loves me back. Swear to God, we’re going to fuck every single day for the rest of my life.

I’m about to pull his boxer briefs down when my body suddenly tenses up; Austin presses his finger against my G-spot in such a way that my muscles become as solid as concrete, a sharp needle of ecstasy stabbing my brain. I open my mouth to scream, but no sound comes out. I breathe out as pleasure chokes me, a raging orgasm taking form inside my pussy, clawing at my insides and threatening to explode, which it does.

“FUCK!” I hiss between my gritted teeth, my muscles twitch as I claw at Austin’s back, my fingernails like knives on his hard muscles. My teeth are pressed together so tightly that they might shatter at any time, and it even seems that my bones are rattling.

“This is just the start, babe,” he whispers, turning his hand around and placing his thumb over my clit. Without giving me any time to catch my breath, he starts massaging my clit while, at the same time, he pushes one more finger inside of me. Flicking his wrist, he fingers me with fast strokes, his thumb circling my clit in such a way that I can’t help but keep on hissing, pleasure turning into sound on my lips. “You want me to fuck you hard, don’t you?” he asks, a teasing tone in his voice.

“Y-yes…” I manage to say, commanding my mouth to move. Speaking is almost impossible when every single inch of your body is receiving a lashing from pleasure.

“Then I want you warmed up for it,” he continues to speak, moving his finger in and out of me at an urgent pace. It feels like my mind is slowly fading, every single thought inside my head being replaced with the echo of lust and ecstasy. Then, I feel the crackle of electricity inside of me and --

“OH GOD!” I shout, throwing my head back again and burying my fingernails in his back. By now I bet that he looks as if he has spent the night fighting a leopard. A very sexy leopard, mind you. “Your cock…” I find myself saying, hooking my fingers on his boxer briefs and pulling them down with such a violence that he groans. “I want your cock. Right now.” I curl my fingers around his shaft and, losing no time, I start moving my hand up and down his long inches, stroking him as he slowly slides his two fingers out of my pussy.

With a groan, he rolls to the side and sits down by my side, his cock slipping out of my fingers as he sits. Moving like a wild cat, I slip down from the couch and go down to my knees in front of him, reaching with both my hands for his mast. Grabbing it, I start to stroke him again, my hands moving so fast that they become a blur.

Completely hypnotized by his cock, I start leaning in. I part my lips and --

“I’m so sorry!” Mistress Strokes yells from behind the couch, her still wet hair clinging to her forehead. She has a long towel wrapped around her body, much like I did before, and her mouth is hanging open as she takes in the scene. “I didn’t… I didn’t know you guys were… I’m so sorry!”

The old feelings from Lester’s apartment come back. I know she’s not going to sleep with Austin. And she’s not going to take him away.

But why am I getting excited thinking of having her join us?

Why does it feel so naughty?

Without even thinking, I smile at her. “Don’t be sorry,” I tell her, my brain buzzing with the possibilities. Austin gave me a night I will never forget when he pulled me into Python’s stage, so I’m going to give him something he won’t forget anytime soon either… “Come here, Mistress,” I tell her as I go up to my feet, peeling my fingers off Austin’s cock. I walk around the couch and grab her by the hand, guiding her back to where I was kneeling. She comes after me, completely stunned, but then her eyes widen as they find Austin’s enormous cock.

“Oh, God,” she mutters, and my smile becomes even wider.

“That’s right,” I whisper, looking at Austin’s cock as well. I still can’t believe that this is my man. I usually don’t like to share, although I don’t mind being shared, but I’m going to open an exception right now. Because, well, this is Mistress Strokes. After what just happened between the three of us, this seems like a fitting ending to our night.

I grab her towel and tug on it, forcing her to let go. It slides off her body easily, leaving her naked. Austin just looks from Strokes to me, and then raises one eyebrow. Are you sure? the look on his face seems to ask me, and I grin at him. I’m more than sure.

Holding her by the hand, I go to my knees and pull her down. She buckles under her own weight and joins me in the floor. Still holding her hand, I guide it toward Austin’s cock and we wrap our fingers around his shaft at the same time. She’s looking as his gigantic shaft as if she’s in a trance, and I can tell that she’s loving every second of it. She never thought she’d have a chance with Austin… But now here I am, giving her something that most women can dream of, a moment with a perfect man.

We stroke him at the same time, my hand on top of hers, and we start going so fast that Austin starts to groan. “Fuck,” he whispers, throwing his head back and closing his eyes. I take the chance to lean into me and, this time without anyone left to stop me, I part my lips and tilt my head to the side. I press my mouth against his shaft, and my heart starts beating faster as Strokes joins me, placing her lips on other side of his cock. We lock eyes for an instant, and I can see that we are in sync; right now, our purpose is to please Austin, to make him feel something that he has never felt before.