Falling for My Dirty Uncle

“Delicious, and here for you to enjoy,” I whisper back at him and, without bothering to offer me a reply, he takes his hand back to my pussy. Running his index finger along the length of my pussy once more, he taps it over my clit a few times and, each time he does it, it’s as if the unseen forces of desire are hammering my mind. Moving unconsciously, I sway my hips again, eager to feel him inside of me.

And that’s exactly what he does.

Moving fast, he curls his finger upward and slides it past my pussy lips, moving it all the way in and only stopping when his fingertip is firmly pressed against my G-spot. See what I told you? When most men don’t even know where the clit is, Austin found the way to my G-spot on his first try.

“Now, let’s see if your moans are as delicious as your pussy,” he says, flicking his wrist and sliding his finger in and out of me. He does it slowly, but there’s a crescendo to the way he’s fingering me. Almost as if I can’t resist his words, a string of moans starts falling from my parted lips, the sound of my voice filling the whole limo. Thank God the car is a wonder of modern technology, built with both security and privacy in mind, both the inner and outer walls are all soundproof, and that means that the driver can’t hear a sound of what’s happening.

God bless the Presidency and its luxuries.

“One more.” I hear his voice, but I don’t even register the meaning behind his words; I only realize what he has just said when he slides one more finger inside me, stretching my pussy wide as he fingers me. The wet sound of his fingers going in and out of my pussy blanket all of my thoughts and, for an instant, it’s as if my brain has shut down.

Austin doesn’t wait any time and, taking the chance, he drives me even crazier. Lowering his thumb over my clit, he starts stroking it while his fingers keep on ravaging my pussy, his hand moving back and forth with the expertise of a man who knows exactly what he’s doing.

“This is just a taste, Ashley,” he whispers, placing one knee up on the seat. Then, he leans forward, his body occupying the space between my spread legs. Now on top of me, still pumping his fingers into my pussy, he crushes his mouth against mine and kisses me as if the world’s going to end in the next five to 10 minutes.

Oh, fuck, I think to myself as I feel my inner walls closing in around Austin’s fingers. Realizing it, he doubles down instead of slowing down; sliding one more finger inside of my aching pussy, he starts ravaging it with unbridled fury.

I can’t even think straight right now. All my thoughts are scattered inside my mind, like dried leaves tossed up in the air by an Autumn breeze, and my body seems to be burning from the inside out. Grabbing at Austin’s hair, I arch my back and prepare for the inevitable explosion.

When it finally hits, it hits in full force. My nerve endings, every single one of them, seem to be on fire, and even my brain feels as if it’s about to melt inside my skull. Austin stops fingering me as I start to come but, instead of taking his hand out of my pussy, he keeps pressing down on my clit and G-spot at the same time, the pressure of his fingers amplifying all the pleasure raging through me.

“Oh, God,” I finally breath out, my lungs working overtime to get the air in. I’m breathing this hard and he has just used his fingers. Sweet God, what else can he do?

“Liked it?” he asks me as he kneels between my legs, finally sliding his fingers out of my pussy. I tremble slightly as I feel his fingers leaving me, and I don’t offer him a reply. All I do is look him in the eyes and chomp down on my lower lip, eager for what comes next. “I know that look…” he whispers, narrowing his eyes as mischievousness flickers there. “That’s the look of a woman with a delicious pussy.”

“Yes, it is,” I merely say, my heart skipping a beat as Austin lowers himself, his mouth tracing a straight line toward my pussy. Except, instead of smacking his lips against my wetness, he turns his head sideways and lays them on my knee. Gently kissing his way down my leg, his head now buried between my thighs, he kisses my soft flesh without ever reaching for my pussy. He’s teasing me, trying to drive me completely mad before he starts eating me out … and you know what? It’s working. Oh, yeah, it’s working alright.

“Now,” I moan, tangling my fingers in his hair and trying to push his mouth down against my wetness. “I want it now…”

“Look at how your tune has changed,” he says, looking up at me from between my thighs. Lowering his head again, he runs his tongue over my inner thigh, flicking it against my skin softly. His hands go over my outer thighs and, hooking his fingers on the strings of thong that lace my waist, he starts pulling them down my legs. I raise my ass from the seat as he does it, my skin prickling as I feel the wet fabric leaving my pussy.

“Lovely,” Austin whispers with a grin, his eyes focused on my pussy. Parting his lips, he reaches for my drenched folds with the tip of his tongue, running it up and down the length of my ass. I lie down on the seat, my head against the door, and close my eyes as I surrender to the onslaught of sensations flooding through me.

“Lovely, yeah…” I s

ay with a soft chuckle, running my fingers through his hair and disheveling it. “But I want more than lovely,” I continue, yanking on his hair and thrusting upward at the same time. Obliging, he opens his mouth wide and rests it against my pussy, the pressure of his lips making bright colors explode behind my shut eyelids.

“That’s … that’s, oh fuck, so good,” I moan as Austin starts jabbing at my pussy with his tongue, sliding it in and out between my inner lips. Resting his forearm over my belly, he lets his hand fall down and reaches for my clit with two fingers. Pressing down on it, he starts rubbing it with the same rhythm with which he’s licking me.

I run my fingers back and forth through his hair, swaying my hips from side to side and rubbing my wetness against his face. I can’t even say that Austin is eating me out; no, what he’s doing goes beyond that. He’s devouring me, ravaging my pussy with a hunger no normal man would be able to compete with. And, God, it’s so good … it goes beyond anything I've ever expected. And if he knows how to use the rest of his body as well as he can use his tongue and fingers… Oh, let’s not even go there. I don’t want to be thinking of that right now, or else I might just come.

Working on my pussy like a true master, he slips his fingers off my clit and replaces them with his lips. He sucks on me while pressing down with his tongue, and then he opens his mouth wide once more, sucking both my folds into his mouth as if they’re the most delicious things in the whole universe.

Moaning hard, I arch my back even further, so much that my spine feels like it’ll snap anytime now. Yanking on his hair hard, I buck my hips against him and let pleasure erupt inside of me; it explodes in my pussy, but then spreads outward until it reaches my mind, where flames of ecstasy incinerate every sane thought floating inside my skull.

Instead of stopping as I come, Austin starts licking me even more fiercely, devouring my pussy as if he needed to do it in order to survive. His tongue runs up and down the length of my inner lips while his fingers are back on my clit, stroking and rubbing wildly.

Guiding his free hand between my thighs, he opens up some space with his mouth and then runs two fingers up and down the length of my pussy. I let out a moan as I anticipate what’s to come and, the moment I buck my hips up once more, he doesn’t hesitate: he slides his two fingers inside me in a fraction of a second, driving them straight to my G-spot.

“Oh God, oh God,” I moan, repeating my words as one orgasm dies down inside of me, just to be replaced by the rumblings of another one. My moan dies in my throat as I grit my teeth and collapse on the leather seat, a tidal wave of pleasure crashing against both my mind and body. I don’t even know what to say or what to feel right now; I’ve never had so many orgasms in a row... even when it’s just my hand and I.

Allowing my hands to fall from Austin’s head, I curl my fingers and drag my fingernails across his shoulder blades, digging them deep into his flesh over the fabric of his shirt. Pulling at his shirt, I un-tuck it and then take my hands to his chest; moving with a kind of brutish exhilaration, I grab at the fabric and pull from side to side, all the buttons popping out and scattering around the seat and the floor. Sighing heavily, I spread my hands over his naked chest and run the palm of my hands down from his pectorals to his abs, feeling the ridges of muscle on his body. Sweet mercy, how is it possible for a man to be this ripped? Has he turned the Oval Office into a gym?

“I want… your… cock…” I breath out, adrenaline rushing into my bloodstream. Pulling him back, I force him to lie down on the leather seat and then I sit up, my trembling hands going for his belt. Unbuckling it with an anxious but flowing movement, I then pull his zipper down and flatten the palm of my hand against the shape tenting his boxer briefs.

“Then take it,” Austin whispers, looking at me with his devil eyes. His cock throbs against my fingers as he says it, and I find myself hooking my fingers on the hem of his boxer briefs and pulling them down, sending both boxers and pants down to his knees.

“Oh, God,” I mutter under my breath as his cock springs free, a rod of pure pleasure standing up to salute me. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a cock this big; it has to be at least twelve inches long. It’s so big I don’t even know if it’s going to fit inside my mouth, but one thing’s certain: I’m going to try.