Falling for My Dirty Uncle

“Daddy will forgive you…” he tells her, that evil grin on his lips, “if you do what Daddy tells you to.”

“Anything, Daddy,” she whispers in a thick voice, breathing hard and curling her fingers around his cock. At the same time, I lean into him and start laying soft kisses on his neck, running one hand down his stomach until I meet Strokes’ own hand. I place mine on top of hers, and we squeeze his cock harshly at the same time. We exchange a glance and, moving at the same time, we push his boxers down his legs, making his cock spring free. Pre-cum is glistening on its tip and, judging by the way Lester is breathing, it’s a small miracle that he hasn’t come yet.

We stand up in front of him at the same time and, moving seductively, we turn into another. She pulls my dress down my legs, and then presses her body against mine. I reach behind her back and undo the clasp of her bra, and she does the same. We push them down at the same time and turn to him so that he can see our tits.

I’m lying if I’m telling you I’m not turned on.

Mistress Strokes is beautiful. And while I like the cock - namely Austin’s cock - a part of me is secretly excited feeling her fingers on my skin.

Almost there, I think as we start swaying our hips seductively. I hook my fingers on my thong and, biting on my lower lip, start pushing them down. Mistress Strokes does the same, and Lester’s eyes widen so much that I half-expect them to roll out of their orbits.

When we’re both finally naked, our discarded thongs on the floor, we climb back on top of the couch, our hands moving over his torso as we reach for his cock. Then, the moment we curl our fingers around his shaft, I hear a subtle sound coming from the entrance. The door creaks on its hinges as someone pushes it open, but I say nothing; I start stroking him, holding his cock upward as Strokes climbs on top of him. Lester grits his teeth, ready to fuck her, and she starts to ease herself down. That’s when a bright flash of light explodes in the room.

“Smile, you fucking bastard,” Austin says as he steps into the living room. There are four of his security guys with him, men in dark suits with a hard edge in their eyes. One of them has a camera in his hands, and he starts snapping pictures left and right as me and Strokes keep making the dirtiest faces of pleasure we can think of, pretending we’re having the time of our lives.

Yep, Mr. Commissioner, you’re fucked now.

“Girls, you can get away from him now,” Austin tells us with a victorious smile, and Strokes and I get off of the couch as fast as we can. I put my bra and thong on and step inside my dress, then turning to Lester and grinning.

“How do you like it now? You fucking bastard,” I hiss, and then walk up to him and kick him as hard as I can in the shins. He barely registers it; he simply looks around, his wide eyes now full of terror as his gaze jump from me to Strokes, and then from Strokes to Austin. He has lost, and he knows it.

After kicking him, I walk straight to Austin and fall into his embrace, closing my eyes as I try to push the memories of Lester’s touch to the back of my mind. The man disgusts me, through and through, and I think I’m going to have to take a very long shower after this. But what matters right now is that we’ve pulled it off. Lester played right into our hands, and now we hold all the cards.

If he comes after us, we’ll ruin him. About to fuck his stepdaughter and another woman. Audio recordings from my bag of him soliciting me for sex. Yeah, his career is gonna go down the drain, and all of his political clout will serve him for nothing. He will be discarded by the people above him like some filthy rag. And, of course, he would deserve all of that. And worst.

“We did it,” I whisper at Austin, kissing him on the lips.

“We did it, babe,” he smiles at me, and then he turns serious, taking one step back. “Now, I’m going to have a fucking conversation with that fucking asshole.”

Austin

“Lester boy,” I hiss, standing right in front of him. I tower over him, my shadow over his body, and he starts cowering. “Sit up, you pathetic excuse of a fucking man. I’m not going to beat you.” He relaxes at my words, sitting up straight, but his eyes are still wide with fear.

“You can’t do this… You can’t--” Before I can continue, I just punch him straight in the face. Fuck, that felt good. “You told me you wouldn’t hit me,” he cries out in pain, both his hands covering his nose. A straight line of blood starts dripping down from his nose and onto his lips.

“I fucking lied,” I simply shrug, and he turns his eyes up. He’s angry—oh, Lester is a very angry boy right now—but there’s nothing he can do about it. Unless he really wants to kick his ass in such a way that he’ll have to be dragged out of the house in a stretcher. Don’t get me wrong, he deserves all that and so much more, but I’m not a fucking savage. There’s nothing to gain from beating his ass, and my real purpose here is shutting him down for good.

“What do you want?” he cries out again, wiping his bloody face with the back of his hand. I’m almost tempted to punch him again, but somehow I restrain myself.

“What I want? See that young lady there?” I point toward Mistress Strokes, and Lester’s eyes go straight to her. He narrows his eyes into slits, and I don’t think I have ever seen someone so filled with hate. Strokes has been ruining his plans for months, and Lester tried like a mad man to put an end to it. He just didn’t count on me backing Strokes.

“You fucking bi--” he starts, his teeth stained with blood as he curses at his own stepdaughter. I stop him before he can continue and you probably already know how I did it, with a punch to the face, that’s correct. He still hasn’t learned his lesson.

“Be nice, Lester. There’s more where that came from. Anyway, as I was saying… You’re going to leave her alone for good. You’re going to forget that she even exists. If I ever hear that someone’s looking for her, someone remotely involved with you… I don’t care if it’s just because of a parking fine, Lester. Anyone goes after her, all of this will be leaked before you can jerk yourself off and cum. And from what I’ve heard, you’re pretty fast at that.”

He now turns his angry eyes toward Destiny, but I don’t even want him looking at her. I raise my fist in the air and that’s enough to grab his attention. He makes himself smaller, protecting his face with his arms, and I just drop my fist. Slowly he’s starting to get it.

“I’m not done, Lester, so pay attention. I don’t like repeating myself,” I fold my arms over my chest, confident that he won’t act out anymore, and then continue. “The moment Strokes, Destiny, and I leave this place, you’re going to make a few phone calls. You’re going to grab your cell phone, put it up to your ear, and you’re going to call whoever you need to so that Destiny’s club can reopen. I want it to happen so that there are no more suspicions around her or her club.”

“That’s not that easy --”

“Shut the fuck up, Lester. I don’t wanna hear it,” I spit at him. “You’ll think of something. You shut down her club, now you’re going to fix that. No excuses. And I’m far from being done.”

“Jesus,” he breathes out, sinking in his seat. He’s slowly starting to realize that we have him by the balls, and that there’s nothing he can do about it. He lost.

“I want you to get Python a license to operate in Manhattan as well. I’ve been trying to ge

t one for months, and I know you’ve pulled some strings to block it. Now, I’m going to give a timeline; you have one month to get Destiny’s club reopened and Python’s licenses. Not a second more.”