Falling for My Dirty Uncle

I want that…but we’re also in his office. Fuck, if ever there was a way to not get caught, it would be when you’re getting double penetrated by your professor.

But umm his cock is so deep up my ass it could be his arm up to my elbow, and his thick fingers are stuffed in my pussy.

Fuck it.

Strike that…

“Fuck me,” I groan.

“Yes, princess,” Ethan says. His fingers pump furiously into me, and his cock strokes long and hard deep into my ass. He takes long strokes to fuck into my ass but he never fully exits me, and Ethan keeps his fingers deep in me despite how hard and fast he’s pumping, so I’m full to the brim from him fucking me.

I’m mewling out with the full force of my lust surging through me but I swallow every scream the best that I can. I breathe in staccato second after second because of how furiously Ethan is stuffing my pussy and my ass. I need to be able to stay quiet but feel absolutely everything with maximum intensity. I want to not just for the pleasure, but because Ethan told me to do it. I crave being obedient to him.

He keeps fucking me until I hear him grunting, hard, and I know that he’s close to cumming. I’m shattering at the forceful, total claiming and just how totally he’s fucking me and I’m desperate to have all of him.

There’s just one hole left that he hasn’t fucked.

“Cum in my mouth, please,” I beg, shouting it out but hoping it wasn’t too loud. It probably wasn’t because the force of how hard he’s fucking me makes it difficult to make more than what almost amounts to wheezing. I must sound ridiculous, but I don’t give a shit, I just want Ethan to never stop fucking me.

And to cum in my mouth because I want him to own me so completely.

“Yes, ma’am,” Ethan says. His hands grip my shoulders hard and I can tell that he’s holding back the orgasm that’s threatening to explode on me now.

He pulls his cock out slowly, and I gasp loudly at how empty I feel. His fingers slide out of me slowly after, and he turns me around. I love the way he manhandles me, just like what I want, need, and crave. Ethan knows my body better than I do, and his

touch does more for my pleasure than my own hands ever could.

Except, perhaps, when my hands are on him. I grip his hips and I jam his cock deep in my mouth, slamming him deep in my throat. I am aching to taste him, and I pump my face up and down on his cock. I look up at him and see the shock and the arousal all over his face. I guess he didn’t expect me to be so intense, but, hey, I want to be Ethan's girlfriend, and what kind of girlfriend would I be if I asked him to cum in my mouth, made him pull out right when he needed to, and then didn’t swallow up that thick, juicy cock as soon as possible? Not a very good one for fucking, that’s what kind. I mean, that would be just inconsiderate. He takes such good care of me, I need to do the same for him.

“Princess, unnhh, damn, yes,” Ethan groans, and I see him bite his lip and I let his head roll back. His hands reach out and gather my hair into a makeshift ponytail, and he pushes my head back and forth with my own movements. He fucks my mouth and I swallow the length of him down my throat. I feel my whole airway blocked and I'm just breathing him in, swallowing the cum that rockets down my throat. I try to swallow, not gag, but it's a little messy. I can hear the wet sound of him fucking into my mouth and the almost gurgling sound of me swallowing every damn drop I can of his cum. There’s so much that I feel it dripping down my chin.

Ethan looks back at me and that look of pleasure overtaking his gorgeous face sets me off, and I’m cumming, hard. I shudder and tremble but I keep sucking Ethan's cock until every last drop is poured down my throat.

I look into his eyes and suck him hard, licking him clean. Then I pull his cock out of my mouth and lean back on my elbows.

Ethan dips down and brings his mouth to my trembling pussy, and the instant his tongue touches me, I’m set off like a fireworks show. His hand presses against my abdomen to increase the pressure, and therefore the pleasure. I’m quaking beneath him. His other hand cradles my head so I’m not flat against the floor of his office, which is nice because I could get a boo-boo and that’s no good. I worked hard to be sex sore and walk funny, but no one needs to smack their head on a hard floor.

When I’m done coming, Ethan kisses my pussy like he does my mouth, and then scoops me into his arms. We kiss deeply, tasting the sweaty, salty, spicy musk our cum, our lust, our fucking…our love.

“Fuck, we need to get dressed,” I say when I break the kiss. I’m caught up in the smell of the moment, but I could turn right back into a pumpkin or something drastic that could ruin my fairy tale right now.

I get up from his lap and bring him his clothes, and then put on my own.

We both get dressed quietly, but when we are dressed and I’ve attempted to do something to my hair, Ethan walks up to me. He kisses the top of my head like he does so often when he’s trying to keep me safe.

“Emmaline,” Ethan says, pressing his mouth against my arm and then holding that arm. He pulls me close. “We can never do this again,” he says, a tremor in his voice. He sounds like a man who is barely hanging on.

I understand. I’m shattered now, and not because of pain but from pure need. I crave Ethan more than I even knew was possible. How could either of us stay away? I felt that same passion play out of me when he made love to me. He fucks hard, he fucks gentle, he fucks intensely, and I can feel he’s got every bit the passion that I do.

“You challenge my self control,” Ethan says, squeezing me hard. “I like that,” he says, stroking a finger up my forearm.

I shiver, and I reach out and close his lower lip between my teeth and tug. I release it and grab his face, holding him as I kiss him deeply. “I want a relationship,” I say when I finally release him from the kiss.

He looks up at me like a man drugged.

“I know it is dangerous-“ I say but he interrupts me.

“It is. But we’re going to have a real date. Dinner. I’m making reservations, and I’ll get you the details,” Ethan says, scooping me into his arms. He lifts me and presses me against his desk, flat on my back, and then closes over me. His body on mine, shivering against him with nowhere to breathe but into him, I feel my whole heart and mind flutter. Ethan is so possessive and I crave it. I couldn’t be satisfied with anything less. Ethan looks into my eyes and I see the recognition.