KRISTEN
After June's surprising request for me to leave her room so she could lock it, I lingered at the sitting room's window, closely watching her as she talked with Mark.I don't know where the conversation tilted to that made Mark lift the hem of his shirt, but it did not sit well with me.I slowly opened the front door, monitoring the way June sighed as she stared at his abdomen. Was he showing my niece his dick?!Anger poured into every inch of my body as I stood on the front porch, a visible scowl on my handsome features.Talking about handsome, I have always been termed sexy, good-looking, and even beautiful! With natural red hair which I regularly dye black, and noticeable green eyes set below long lashes, I easily grab attention—especially of the opposite sex. I have been told to let the natural colour of my hair be, but red is not a colour I love.Mark's car had still not moved an inch.Each second made me grow agitated. What does he want with June anyway? His father was my professor back in college, and we were only able to set eyes on each other again after coincidentally moving into the same neighbourhood. That was how I even knew he had a son.I folded my hands and tilted my neck down a bit to see what they were doing. My eyes clashed with Mark's. He said something to June that made her look my way. With a sigh, she palmed her face. I saw her lips move again, and it sounded like she was telling him to quickly leave. With long strides, I approached the car, my eyes narrowed on Mark. Before I made up to five steps, the engine revved to life. "Stop that car!" I thundered. From the window on June's side, I saw him looking at her, silently asking if he should wait or just zoom off. June was a bit indecisive, and that allowed me the time to run forward and bang on the bonnet. "Jesus Christ, Uncle!" June shrieked from within the car, her eyes wide in surprise. Mark was forced to kill the engine. I went to his side of the car and motioned for the glass to be rolled down. "Good morning, sir," he said as soon as our eyes met. His smile didn't seem sincere in any way. It seemed like that of a kidnapper or crazy psycho, or was it just my instincts? They have known each other for 19 years—if I am not mistaken—and they have been good friends right from the first day."Good morning, Mark," I answered with a smile to match his. My eyes drifted to June's. "Sorry, I scared you, doll. The engine was kind of loud and I had to draw his attention." She exhaled in relief and swallowed. "Of course.""Mark, how is the Prof? Still loves reading on his favourite couch in the evening?"Mark scoffed and grabbed onto the steering. Even though the engine was dead, I leaned on the window with my head peeking in just to prevent the car from zooming off. "You saw him some days ago, and you know he still has that habit.""Changes can be made in a day, even in an hour... make that a minute." I can tell June is either pissed or bored. "I just wanted to check on things since it seemed the car wasn't moving." The lie jumped into my head at the last minute accompanied by another lie to support it. "I thought the car had broken down.""Nah, nothing of such.""Good." I looked at June again. "Doll, you okay?""Of course. I'm fine," she said in a way that asked why she shouldn't be okay. "We will be late if we don't leave now."Trying not to look suspicious in any way, I stole a glance at Mark's shirt. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. His belt was firmly in place and secured, even the hook of his trousers did not look tampered with. Good! "Y'all should drive safe. And dude, be careful." It was more like a warning, and I felt like Mark got the message. I stood on the sidewalk and watched the car zoom off. A sudden fatigue overshadowed me. Drinking alcohol to sleep the previous night was already taking its toll on me. It's a good thing I am the CEO of an entertainment company. I can easily call Edith or any of my workers and inform them that I won't be coming in for the day.With that mindset, I went back to the sitting room and plopped on a couch. Just a little rest will make me feel less fatigued, and will also prevent my mind from wandering towards unholy thoughts. Closing my eyes did not help. Even before I closed them, images flashed before my imagination which resulted in hot blood rushing into my groin. I grunted.My trouser became tight and I had to unzip it to grant freedom to my erect cock.As I grabbed my shaft and started a very slow jerk to the tip, I realized how much I needed a release, and why I needed it. I have never been interrupted in the middle of 'my private time' as I like to call it, and June's interruption yesterday not only deprived me of getting to the finish line but also killed my arousal. I looked at my cock, noting the fountain of precum gathered on the tip and how it glistened like the moisture on my abdomen. The sun wouldn't be merciful in any way from what I could feel. Heat or not, I had to take care of myself. I considered touching myself, but that would not be exciting, and I might end up not satisfied—I learned this from experience. My thoughts did not stop my right hand from stroking up and down the length of my cock, and my left hand from holding up my shirt to prevent it from rolling down and interrupting my movement. I threw my head back and grunted as my palm met with the tip of my dick, the precum making my jerks slick.It would be so much better if there was a naked woman on her knees in between my thighs with my cock down her throat, or deep in her pussy. At that point, something—or rather, someone—came to my remembrance. With my dick dangling out of the fly, I raced to my room and opened the closet. I tried to remember what I wore on that fateful day. It was a Tuesday evening, and work was so stressful that I had to stop at a whore house to pick a lady. To cut a long story short, there was so much sexual chemistry between us—and a good tip I gave her—that she left me her number on a piece of paper I tucked into my front pocket.I rushed through my trousers, reaching into each of the pockets and digging them out. A pair of black trousers caught my attention. I rushed for it. Just as I thought, there was something in the front pocket, a washed paper that had seen better days.There was a phone number written on it in bright blue ink, almost invisible. I straightened out the edges and grabbed my phone. Going out to look for a woman with a boner would only give me names, and waiting till evening wasn't an option because I could die before then. Touching myself would be like pouring fuel on the fire. So I did what I thought was best: place a call to the... sex worker. She answered on the third ring. "Hello." Her voice sounded exactly as I remembered, even though at that time it was mostly moans. "Hey, erm... Brenda?""Yes. Who's speaking?"I hate this. "It's Kristen." I almost slapped myself after my introduction. How was she going to remember one of her customers from just a name? "It's... Mr hardcore.""Ooohhhh!" she purred. I could almost see the smile on her face. "I don't think I remember you introducing yourself as Kristen. Lovely name by the way."Of course... Initially, I had refused to tell her my name and she unanimously decided to give me a name from how ferocious I am in bed. After her services—which were top-notch—I told her my name and asked for hers. That was when she gave me her number. Never did I think I would need it... "Thank you. Are you busy?""If you're asking for my help, I'm not," she said, pure lust lacing every word. "Yes, I need your help. And fast. How soon can you come to my place?""Text me your address.""Alright, see you soon."With relief, I texted her the address and raced to my bedroom to clear the bed.Pouring myself a glass of whiskey came next. With a raging hard-on, I paced the house, waiting and looking out of the window every second.Heaven helps those who practice celibacy. Like, how do people keep up with that shit? Fuck, I need a release!It must have been thirty minutes later when I heard a knock. I almost sprained my ankles running to get to the door. Just as I thought, Brenda was on the front porch and... I raised my brows in question...Hello, lovelies. Comment to share your thoughts! Love you to the heavens and back.
KRISTENWhen I invited Brenda, I did not expect her to come with someone else, and not with the lady I fucked in an alley some days ago. It's funny how I remember their faces despite the way I patronize a different one each day. Brenda leaned forward on her toes and kissed my cheek. "Hey, handsome.""Hey." I ushered them in. "I didn't know you'd be coming with the company.""Oh, pay no heed to Alicia. She only begged to tag along because... well, she couldn't resist the sight of you. I talked about you after our session the other time.""Hey, beautiful," I said to the other lady. "Alicia, right?" She pushed her petite hand for a handshake. I kissed her knuckles like a gentleman. Gentle will not be remembered when I fuck her, or when my dick is down her throat."I remember you. Nice to meet you, Mr Hardcore."I chuckled. The name—and a little spice in her voice—went straight to my groin, tenting my trousers. Brenda's eyes went there."I can see you have been waiting," she said, lowerin
JUNEWho would have thought that forgetting a textbook would lead to me walking in on a scene that left me bothered?My uncle stood in front of me, a delicious sight, and he expected me to remain calm.Hell no.My heart pounded so loud, and all my blood rushed straight to my ears as my eyes racked through his body, starting from his neck, down his nipples which looked like they were eager for my mouth, to his shaft which was straining on my purple towel.Double fuck!I slowly licked my bottom lips. My pussy throbbed from both an orgasm I didn't get to reach because I was caught by my uncle. And the sight of him, partially naked, and looking delicious, made me crave him more.“June, what are you—”“I can make you feel good as those whores, uncle.” I slowly got on my feet—on shaky thighs—as I closed the distance between us.He looked like he was in a trance, with the way his eyes dilated; his breathing came out in gasps. He hasn't lost his erection yet, and I saw it as a good thing.Hmm.
KRISTENWhat the actual fuck...I stood at the door, my legs refusing to move forward or go back.I had left the room when it seemed my hard-on was going to tear through the towel—her towel. Coupled with the not-so-subtle moans from her mouth when I tried disciplining her, her towel around my waist also made me unnecessarily hard.There was only one explanation: I had been interrupted, unable to cum, two times in the same week!Now, it seemed my dick was finding it hard to differentiate between family and strangers.When I left her room, I had to pay and send off Brenda and her partner, pleading that something had come up. Thankfully, they didn't ask many questions.That was when I heard the sounds from June's room.My heartbeat increased as I approached her door. God help me, how can I be hard with the thoughts of going to meet a girl I trained from childhood? I saw her grow, watched her laugh and cry, and felt her joy and pain. Even now, I am like a father and mother to her.Her feat
JUNE I can't tell how it happened. He was supposed to be entranced by my beauty. I was supposed to be successful in my plans, but I was unlucky. He slapped my hand off his fly and narrowed a glare at me. “You need to snap out of this, June.” He swallowed, “You are not using your head. I bet you are still in the throes of pleasure. Get dressed and go back to school. When you return, we will talk!” “Uncle?” I gulped, trying to get his attention. “None of us are in the right frame of mind, June.” He strolled to the door and placed his hand on the doorknob. “You are still grounded. Return home after classes, and don't spend time with that brown-haired boy.” He banged the door behind him as he left. “Fuck!” I plopped down on the bed, pissed by what just happened. God, where did it all go wrong? I tugged on my hair, feeling like I'd lost some kind of battle. I was supposed to seduce my uncle, but I ended up getting scolded by him. “June, return to school!” His voice reverberated in th
KRISTENFor the umpteenth time since the week began, I gritted my teeth."June, can you stop throwing words into my mouth?!" I practically yelled within the interior of my car. It is not in my habit to yell, I don't do it, but these past few days have been hectic."I'm not throwing anything into your mouth, and not words. You said I shouldn't masturbate to thoughts of my uncle. And I asked if it would be okay to do it to the thoughts of other guys... Maybe Mark."She is intentionally trying to rile me up. And guess what, it's working!I exhaled."That's disgusting.""No, it's not. Mark is a guy, remember?""He is your friend!""Yeah, that's why I used his name as an example. I didn't say I masturbate to thoughts of him. What were you thinking, uncle?"June!!! I feel like slamming my fists against the wheel after hitting my forehead on the windshield. With the way it is going, I might run mad before the start of another week. "June, be a good girl and go through your punishment without
KRISTENDija was taking her time to speak and it was getting me nervous."The model we agreed on the other time, is she still available?""Oh, yes. She is in the other room as we speak," I said with the best this-is-a-meeting voice I could muster."Hmm." Dija nodded and kept her gaze on a portion of the room for almost fifteen seconds. Yes, I was too nervous, so I counted the tick of the clock. "What if I say that I want you to also be in charge of the entire thing? Providing a model, taking the pictures and videos, editing, and final touches? Will you be able to do that, Kristen?"The hell?!!!Excitement poured into my bloodstream with a speed that made my arms twitch. During our first agreement, she had only indicated an interest in hiring a model for the work. As a boss who recognizes loyalty and diligence, I had first suggested Edith for the job, but Dija said her skin tone wasn't suitable. To cut a long story short, Dija selected one of my models herself.Not only was Dija now off
KRISTEN Okay... That was intense. It's not every time you get to fuck a juicy pussy, wet and aroused. Let's not talk about the millions that the pussy was going to bring me. Well, the deal is sealed and that's all that matters. Hands supporting my head, I leaned into my chair and watched Dija arrange her dishevelled dress. There was a certain thrill that comes with seeing a woman weak and trembling after a hard-pounding session... "Thanks for the drink," she said softly and flipped back her hair. Her journey to her bag was unsteady, "I could sleep for a week." "You should," I joked. "So what do you think? I did well?" "Greater than my expectation." She had a look of awe circling her eyes. "Good heavens, I don't think I can walk straight." "Sit for a while," I offered, gesturing to the chair she had vacated. "Rest those thighs before you leave." She was shaking her head in the negative before the offer fully rolled out of my lips. "I have a meeting to attend by one. And I'd s
JUNEFuck that man who calls himself my uncle.I hate him! Yet, here I am, fantasizing about him like a fool. I sat up on the bed and glanced at my wall clock —yeah, my uncle is too old-fashioned.I have already done my assignments and gone through the essay I was given. Yet, the time hasn't moved. I called Mark not too long ago, and we chatted about unimportant things. He would have hopped over had it not been for my uncle's stupid rules about me not having a visitor.Fuck that old man!I groaned as I plopped down on the bed once more. I'm going to go crazy in here before the end of my fucking restriction. However, the thoughts didn't sound all that bad. If only my uncle would miss work; he could spend some time with me. That's a win-win, I tell you. The sound of his car on the driveway made me sit up in bed. I rushed to my bathroom and peeped through the window at the devil's son. Yeah! He's the devil's son for making me fall for him and denying me the pleasures of having sex wit