Falling for My Dirty Uncle

At least Dee is a bit more reserved. She just brings her fist to her mouth and makes a blowjob motion, then smiles at me.

I sigh. Even if I did want to fuck, it wouldn’t do anything for what’s going on in my head. I’d just feel worse. Like I cheated on Daphne. I had come here to forget about her. It wasn’t working.

"Listen, ladies, I'm out," I say. "Help yourself to the booze."

They look at me with sad eyes, but I know, just like real birds, they'll forget about it in the next few moments.

At least I fucking hope so.

Welcome to my fucking fabulous life. Fuck me.

God, I can’t fucking wait to see Daphne again.

* * *

I get home and decide I need a fucking shower.

My cock is hard thinking of Daphne non-stop by the time I walk into my massive shower and turn the gold-plated knobs. Fuck it, I think and grab my cock.

I’m thinking of Daphne as I stroke my pole and it doesn’t take long before I’m coating the walls of my shower with my thick cum.

But the moment I get out, the phone rings. It’s Daphne. At 2 am. Speak of the fucking devil.

“Little late for you, love,” I say into the phone with a smile, falling down on the couch like a fucking lovesick 16-year-old. “Want me to come over?”

If you can hear eyes being rolled, that’s what it sounds like. But after that, she says quite clearly, “I really don’t want to be..uhm…stripping for the rest of my life.” Good. This was fucking progress. “If you can help me, I can help you.”

“Excellent,” I say aloud. This was the happiest I’d been since she’d left.

“But I have some conditions if I’m going to do this,” she says.

Fuck me. Here it comes. Let’s see how much I’m going to have to pay.

“Okay,” I say, bracing myself.

“First,” she begins. Fuck, she’s got a list. “I don’t want you to pay me. But you are going to do some real charity. Not the photo op kind. I get to pick them and I’ll pick the events as well if needed.”

Easy enough.

“Done,” I say.

She moves on. “Secondly, we need to make clear, that I’m not like some mistress of yours,” she says.

“I’m not going to have sex with you,” she repeats.

Fuck me. Is she being serious? She’s going to pass up the opportunity for me?

But more importantly, I’m going to have to do without her?

Fucking hell. But I need to be near her.

“Fine,” I say with a tight voice. I’ll just have to find it elsewhere.

“Thirdly,” she says over the phone and I can see she’s rehearsed this. “You can’t have sex with anyone else.”

What. The. Fuck.

It’s bad enough that she’s going to prance around in that hot fucking body of hers and say I can’t fuck her. But now I can’t fuck anyone else either?