It was February 14th, and I was reduced to attending my Aunt Catherine’s annual Valentine’s Day party. Two weeks prior, my boyfriend of two years had dumped me, so I had no one to celebrate with. It would have been humiliating to go to one of those Single on Valentine’s Day nights that bars have. It would also have been too humiliating to stay home.
It wasn’t a total loss since my aunt had always been great at throwing parties. The booze flowed freely, and the food was always good. She drew about 200 people to her palatial eight-bedroom (not counting the pool house) beach house. I would call it a mansion, but she insisted it was just a beach house. She hired DJs (plural) and had professional lighting and sound.
Before heading over, I took extra time on my hair and makeup. I knew my Aunt would have lots of men in attendance. Hopefully, that meant some attractive young men. My wavy blonde hair was feathered and styled like a modernized version of Farrah Fawcett. I wanted my makeup to be radiant but not too heavy. For a fresh look, I used a hydrating primer, medium-coverage foundation, and brightening concealer. I added a creamy blush for a natural flush that accentuated my natural, youthful look of a 21-year-old. I gave myself a shimmering eye. I topped it off with a pale pink matte lip gloss.
I wore a brown pleated leather mini skirt that showed off my toned legs from years of running. I paired that with an ivory sleeveless turtleneck crop top that showed off my toned abs from years of yoga and my jade belly button ring (the last gift my ex ever gave me). I topped that off with an oversized black bomber jacket to highlight my petite frame and combat the ocean breezes. I finished the look with knee-high leather boots.
Underneath, I wore a sexy new set of lingerie I had bought as a gift for my boyfriend before he broke up with me. It was lacey green. The panties were a cheeky cut which I felt flattered my ass. The bra was a halter bralette that fit under my sleeveless crop top and provided the necessary support for my D-cup breasts. The thought of sharing his gift with another man tonight gave me more of a thrill than it should.
When I arrived, I was greeted by my aunt and her husband in the foyer. My aunt was stunning, as usual. She wore a red corseted gown with lace sleeves that showed off her fake boobs and snatched waist. Her makeup and hair were flawless. I am sure a team of professionals did them.
Her husband, Javy, was handsome as ever. He wore a white dinner jacket and black tuxedo pants that fit flawlessly. They highlighted his broad shoulders and V-shaped physique. His thick thighs and muscular ass filled out his pants. His naturally olive skin was well-tanned. He was outrageously handsome, like a Cuban Jon Hamm.
The two of them made a stunning couple. They looked like they just walked out of a magazine. My aunt was a former model and current fitness influencer/mommy blogger. She loved being the center of attention. Between her looks and her outgoing personality, she almost always was. She looked younger than her 36 years. I always wondered how much of it was the thousands she spends on skincare and how much was her access to cosmetic surgery.
Javy, at 39, was the youngest senior partner at the most successful law firm in South Florida. He was the perfect Ken to Catherine’s Barbie. He was the perfect complement. Where she sought the spotlight, he avoided it. Not due to shyness or a lack of social skills but out of preference. He shined in one-on-one interactions. His natural curiosity and his disarming charm made him a great conversationalist. When you spoke with him, you felt like the only person in the world, traits that served him well as one of the preeminent deal markers in the state.
“Candy, you came! I am so happy you are here,” Catherine gushed as she hugged me and kissed my cheek.
“Thanks, Aunt Catherine. Thank you for inviting me.”
“What have I told you about calling me ‘Aunt Catherine?’ Only your mother calls me that. Please, just ‘Cat.'”
Cat thinks Catherine sounds old, which I am pretty sure is why my mom always calls her that. They don’t have the best relationship. They are half-sisters separated by 13 years of age. Cat was the result of my grandfather knocking up the nanny. My grandmother and mother never forgave her despite it not being her fault.
“Sorry, Cat. Uncle Javy, thanks for having me,” I said as I hugged Javy and kissed him on the cheek. I hugged Javy a beat too long. It felt so good to have his muscular body pressed against mine and his strong arms around me.
It was only two weeks since my break up, and I was already missing the touch of a man. Since I was a junior in high school, I hadn’t gone more than a week without a boyfriend. I had two long-term boyfriends in high school with a week break in between. I broke up with my high school boyfriend the day before going to college. I had a new boyfriend four days later. I broke up with him a year later. Two days later, my current ex asked me out on our first date.
Part of this was driven by my natural boy craziness. I was always getting crushes on boys growing up. The other part is my natural horniness. If I had my way, I’d probably have sex daily, twice on weekends. My ex had joked that I was the living embodiment of “be careful what you wish for.” Pair that with my discomfort with hooking up with guys outside of a relationship, and you have a recipe for a serial monogamist. I’ve had sex thousands of times, but all of it with just four boyfriends.
“Candy, you look fantastic. I can’t get over your skinny little waist. Have you been using that skinny tea I gave you? If you need more, check the link on my Instagram,” Cat gushed.
“Will do, Cat.”
“Get yourself some champagne. I am so sorry to hear about your break-up, but we have lots of single men here,” Cat insisted before turning to address the next guest arriving.
I walked into the party and was immediately greeted by a waiter with a tray of Krug Vintage Brut and another with caviar on toast. I walked around, scanning the crowd for eligible men. Unfortunately, the only men without women on their arms were all old enough to be my father.
Over the next two hours, I listened to a 65-year-old divorced lawyer speak about his boat for 15 minutes straight. A recently separated 50-year-old banker lectured me on proper feminine behavior when in the presence of a “true alpha.” I was given a full rundown of the benefits of a high-protein/high-fiber diet by a newly divorced 48-year-old stockbroker on coke. A “married but open to new experiences” 53-year-old accountant pitched me on crypto and asked if I could sell him some molly. It was hard to believe so many desirable men could be in one spot.
After giving the accountant directions to the coked-out stockbroker, I roamed the party for a new conversation partner. I heard my aunt’s loud laughter and saw her holding court in a circle of six other women.
As I entered the circle, my aunt loudly introduced me: “Look, ladies, this is my beautiful niece, Candy. Can you believe some college boy would dump such a beauty?”
All the hens clucked in astonishment.
“Candy, what reason did this boy give you?” slurred Aunt Cat as she finished her martini and signaled the waiter to bring another.
“He said he needed space, but apparently, space included hooking up with a freshman cheerleader three days after ending it with me.”
“Oh, Candy, you poor girl. You’re better off without him. Young boys can be so fickle…” Aunt Cat paused, and a smile crept across her lips, which usually meant she had discovered a way to segue the conversation back to her.
“You know what you need? A sugar daddy. When I was your age, I had an amazing affair with my poetry professor. He was a rugged Spaniard. So passionate. And no one takes care of a young woman better than an older man. He took me on trips to Spain and Argentina. He bought me jewelry and beautiful dresses. It was magical. No college boy could compare.”
“Cat, if you have a single, rugged, Spanish poet around here that you haven’t introduced me to, I will be furious,” one of Cat’s friends joked.
“Well, he wasn’t exactly single when we had our affair,” Cat said with a smirk.
“You dirty little slut. You had an affair with a married man?” her friend asked with faux shock.
“Of course, darling, I was young. It was the early aughts. ‘Sex and the City’ was at its peak. Married men were very trendy,” Cat joked.
“As a woman who is now married to a handsome, charming man, do you look back on it any differently? I assume you wouldn’t be happy with Javy having a sugar baby.”
“Hmmm, you know what? I don’t have any regrets. Raul, that was his name… Raul’s wife didn’t take care of his needs. If you aren’t taking care of your man, you have to expect things to happen. This isn’t to say all cheaters are justified. Just you have to take care of your man and Javy is well taken care of.”
“Did you have any other affairs with married men or just Raul?” her friend asked with a little extra accent on “Raul.”
“Oh, I had a few. My first boss after college. One of my dad’s friends who had a really nice ski house. Maybe one or two others. But none were sugar daddies like Raul, who took good care of me physically, emotionally, and financially. The day he went back to Spain was the saddest day of my young life. I thought my heart would never mend.”
“How did you get over him?” I asked.
“I tried a few things, but the thing that really did it was finding a man with a big cock who knew how to use it,” she said with a drunk giggle.
“Does Uncle Javy know about any of these guys?” I asked with a giggle.
“Know them? Javy is the guy with a big cock. When you find a guy that good in the sack, you lock him down,” Cat said with a flourish as the other women laughed. Sensing that she had hit a high note, she excused herself to attend to other guests.
I was shocked by my aunt’s stories. First, I was shocked that she would tell a group of other women that her husband was good in bed. I always downplayed my boyfriends to other girls. I didn’t want them trying to steal my man.
My ex was pretty well endowed and had no performance issues, but if it came up in conversation with my friends, I tried to damn him with faint praise. If asked about his size, I’d say something like, “He’s big enough, I guess.” If asked about how often he had issues getting it up, I’d say, “It doesn’t happen too often. No more than usual, I think.”
Second, I was shocked by her open admission to sleeping with married men, especially her lack of guilt, given she is a married woman now. I am not going to lie, I found the idea intriguing. I’ve had fantasies about married men in the past, but I never gave them much consideration. The idea of being with a guy with his shit together and sexual experience certainly has a draw. The idea of sneaking around has a draw, too.
I couldn’t believe I was actually considering this, but I was a bit drunk and a lot horny.
The problem is I don’t have much contact with handsome, older men, especially older men with money. Most of my professors are women. The few men I have are closer to geriatric than “daddy” age.
I walked out on the pool deck to grab a breath of fresh air and brainstorm where I could find a handsome older man. I stood sipping my vodka soda, staring at the ocean, listening to the waves, and thinking. Before I could make much progress, Uncle Javy joined me. He took a long, slow breath, clearly trying to get a momentary break from party hosting.
“How’s your night been, Candy?”
“Not bad. I had a pretty interesting conversation with Cat.”
“Interesting good or interesting bad?”
“Good. Did you know she was a sugar baby when she was my age?”
“Ah, she told you about the famous Raul,” he said with a chuckle.
“As a married man, what do you think of the whole sugar daddy/ sugar baby thing?”
“Oh, I don’t know. It seems to have worked out for Cat and Raul. But seems quite dicey in general for all parties,” he replied as he took a long sip of his scotch. His glassy eyes gave away his intoxication.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Obviously, there is the risk of getting caught for the man. But there is also the risk of falling in love for the girl and the man. There is also an impact of the girl getting used to a certain lifestyle that will surely be temporary,” he explained.
“Yeah, but there are definitely some upsides,” I countered
“Definitely, the sex, obviously. I can also see the draw of a relationship where all the terms are explicit and static. The man provides an allowance and gifts. The woman provides sex and companionship. No worries about relationship milestones or the other person’s commitment/fidelity. No changing expectations. Just fulfill your side of the bargain and enjoy the benefits.”
“Honestly, it sounds pretty great when you put it like that,” I joked.
“It actually does. It can get pretty tiring being the husband of an influencer. Not only do I need to meet the expectations of Cat but of all her followers, too,” he said with a little bit of bitterness in his voice as he gazed off towards the horizon.
“So, are you actually considering it? You’re certainly attractive enough to find plenty of suitors,” he asked.
“Let’s say that I am not dismissing the option entirely, especially if the right man came along. I want someone who A.) I am attracted to, B.) has the means to spoil me, C.) who is either single or at least in a situation where I don’t feel guilty sleeping with them. Unfortunately, most of the wealthy single guys I’ve met give cringy divorced vibes.”
We stood in silence for a few moments, just watching the ocean. I glanced over at Javy and caught him looking my body up and down. I refocused on the ocean before he noticed.
I was surprised he was checking me out. I’ve never seen him do that to any woman besides Cat. Plus, I am his niece, not by blood, but still. Then I realized he was probably thinking about me as a potential sugar baby, which led to me thinking about him as a sugar daddy.
He is handsome and charming, so he is attractive enough. He has the means. The question was, “Would I feel guilty?” On one hand, he is married to my aunt, who might not be my favorite person, but I don’t hate her like my mom does. On the other hand, she gleefully bragged about sleeping with married men when she was young, so “what goes around, comes around,” right? Plus, what was she thinking telling me he had a big cock? That’s on her.
That got me started thinking about his cock and how good Cat said he was in bed. I pictured him naked with a big hard cock just waiting to fuck me.
I tried to stop myself right there. This was wrong. He is my uncle. But then I became aware of the impact it was having on my body. My nipples were erect. I could feel myself getting wet. I felt myself blush, realizing I was unconsciously presenting myself to Javy by crossing my legs and arching my back.
I looked over at Javy. I caught him as his eyes slowly scanned up my chest before meeting my gaze. I felt myself bite my lip seductively. I didn’t mean to, but it just happened. I noticed him breathing intensely as he stared into my eyes.
After what felt like hours but was only a minute, Javy stepped to me. I looked up into his eyes as he towered over me. He put his hand on my cheek and gently tilted my head up. He tilted his head to the side, closed his eyes, and leaned down to kiss me. I closed my eyes and prepared to accept his kiss. But it didn’t happen. I opened my eyes, and he was frozen, his lips an inch from mine. His eyes closed tightly. I could see that the angels and demons were fighting for control. I just stood there frozen, praying for the demons to win.
“We can’t do this. You’re my niece. I’m married. It doesn’t matter if we want to,” he said. I wasn’t sure if he was trying to convince himself or me.
“This is …” He paused as he struggled to find the right words. “…wrong?” He didn’t sound convinced.
I, on the other hand, was convinced. Maybe it was the booze, maybe it was the three weeks without any physical affection, maybe it was my mother’s second-hand resentment of her half-sister, but I didn’t really care about Cat right now. Javy’s hand on my face and his body next to mine felt right.
“You’re right,” I whispered. “We can’t do this. We can’t kiss passionately in the moonlight, no matter how much our bodies want us to… and they do want us to. You can’t wrap your arms around me and press your body against mine.”
His breathing became ragged as my reverse psychology weakened his resolve. I planned to make him think about all the things we could do and how wrong they were.
“You can’t have your way with me. You’re married. I’m just 21 years old. If you kissed me right now, I wouldn’t be able to say no to anything that came after that.”
His hand slid around my back, and he pulled my body into his. He still kept his lips an inch from mine, and his eyes closed tightly.
“If you kissed me right now, I wouldn’t be able to stop you from carrying me into that pool house. Once you got me inside, I wouldn’t be able to keep myself from falling to my knees in front of you. I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from unbuckling your pants and …”
“Fuck you,” he growled before he kissed me. It was a rough, passionate kiss.
He pulled me tightly to his body. He held me helplessly on my tiptoes. He had one strong hand on the naked small of my back and the other hand cradling the back of my head. He thrust his tongue into my mouth, which I gladly accepted. His passion was unbridled, and it made me weak in the knees.
He held me so tight I could feel individual muscles of his torso pressed against me. My breasts were smashed into his chest. I could feel his cock hardening in his pants against my stomach.
My talk about not being able to say no to him if he kissed me was just talk before, but now it was true. Between his passion and the alcohol, any hesitation or guilt were wiped away. I didn’t care that he was my uncle. I didn’t care that he was married. I didn’t care about his wife. No happily married man could kiss like this.
Just as things were heating up, we heard a door to the patio open up and the voices of a man and a woman. Javy broke off our kiss and grabbed me by the arm without even looking at me. He led me into the pool house. He slammed the door and locked it.
He grabbed my wrists and pinned them to the door above my head. He pressed my body between his body and the door. He resumed our kiss, somehow with even more passion. No man had ever been this dominant with me, and I loved it. I was quivering with excitement.
After minutes of this, he broke off our kiss and attacked my neck. He sucked and kissed it like it was a life-saving antidote, and he had only minutes to live. I moaned and whimpered.
Everything about this situation was so hot, but in my current restrained state, there wasn’t anything for me to do to participate. Then I remembered the game I was playing before.
“Ohh, Uncle Javy, you shouldn’t be doing this. It’s so wrong. You shouldn’t be pinning your niece to the wall, having your way with her.”
He squeezed my wrists tighter and bit my neck. I screamed with pleasure.
“You definitely shouldn’t touch my pussy. You shouldn’t feel how wet you’ve made me. You shouldn’t make your niece cum with your mouth and fingers. You’re a happily married man.”
He released my wrists and stepped back. One hand pinned me to the door by my neck. I gasped. I loved the feeling of his strong hand around my neck. His dominance was so hot. His other hand lifted the front of my skirt. He looked at my lacy green panties and smiled.
“I got them for my boyfriend for Valentine’s Day, but they are for you now… so is what’s underneath.”
“Eres una chica sucia,” he growled, which I pretty sure means, “You’re a dirty girl.”
He cupped my pussy with his free hand. I moaned. He got nose-to-nose with me.
“Eres mi puta ahora,” he whispered.
“Yes, Uncle, I’m your whore now.”
He kissed me again with such passion, that my knees went weak. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. I’ve never so much as kissed a man who was in a relationship. I never did dirty, degrading talk in bed. But here I was, calling myself a whore to my married uncle.
He began rubbing my pussy through my lace panties. I am sure he could feel how wet my pussy was through the thin material. I moaned into his mouth. I broke off the kiss and gave him my best “fuck-me” eyes and lusty smile.
“Tio, you can’t put your fingers in my wet pussy. You’ll officially be cheating on your wife. I am too horny to say no.”
He pushed my panties to the side. He slid a finger along my slit, getting it wet. I felt something hard on his finger. I realized it was his wedding band. This was so fucking dirty, and I loved it. I moaned.
“Gime por mi, ramera,” he commanded as he curled his finger into my pussy.
“Fuck yes, Uncle,” I screamed.
My hand gripped his forearm and pulled it tighter to my pussy. His finger went deeper. I felt his wedding band slip into my pussy.
“Oh no, Uncle! You’re going to make your niece cum. This is so wrong!”
I couldn’t believe how fast the orgasm was building in my body. This was easily the hottest sex of my life, and we were both still fully dressed.
He slid a second finger into my pussy. My knees turned to rubber. Javy held me up by my throat. His hand squeezed tighter, choking my moans.
I looked up at him with pleading eyes as he fingered me to an orgasm. My pussy clenched his fingers. He kept fucking my pussy. For the first time in my life, I squirted. It shocked me. My body didn’t let me know it was coming. I had officially lost control of my body to his hands and our passion.
Javy let go of my throat and pulled his fingers out of my pussy. I fell to my knees in front of him. I became aware of the size of the puddle I had created. I looked up with equal parts gratitude and intimidation. It scared me a little how much control he had over me so quickly.
“Thank you, Uncle,” I said in between gasps as I tried to regain my breath. “Gracias, Tio.”
“Buena chica,” he said with a smirk.
“Uncle, don’t step any closer. I won’t be able to stop myself from pulling out your cock. If I do that, there is no way I will be able to stop myself from sucking your married cock,” I pleaded with a wicked smirk of my own. I couldn’t believe how good being this bad felt.
He stepped to me and said, “Haz aquello para lo que fuiste hecha, zorra.”
“Oh no, Uncle. I am so sorry. I can’t control myself,” I said as I grabbed his belt buckle with one hand and ran my fingers down the large bulge in his pants with the other. It was harder than I expected, harder than any of my past boyfriends. I couldn’t wait to see how much bigger it was than theirs.
I kissed the head of his cock through his pants. I gave little kisses up his shaft as my hand moved to cup his balls. I squeezed them. He groaned.
“Forgive me, Aunt Catherine. I can’t resist your husband’s cock. Why did you have to tell me how big it was?” I whimpered as I undid his belt and zipper. I pulled his pants down. The bulge looked even bigger in black boxer briefs. I gripped the waistband with both hands and looked up at him.
“This is so wrong. I’ve never sucked a married man’s cock. I’ve never sucked the cock of anyone I wasn’t dating. I am a good girl … or at least I was.”
I slowly peeled off his boxers. My eyes fell to his cock. It felt like I was moving in slow motion. First, I saw the shaved area above his cock. I’ve never been with a man who shaved before. Then, I saw the thick base of his cock. My mouth began to water. Then came the veiny shaft, followed by more shaft, followed incredibly by more shaft. A dribble of drool ran down my chin.
I leaned back a few inches, sensing that it was about to spring free. I pulled his boxer the rest of the way down. His cock sprang free. I had underestimated it. It hit me on the cheek.
I leaned back on my heels admiring the Ninth Wonder of the World, the Great Obelisk of South Florida. I was in awe. My pussy throbbed at the sight. A bead of precum formed on the tip.
I leaned in close looking up and down the shaft. I made sure to get close enough that he could feel my breath on his cock. I repeated my tease on the other side of his cock. Finally, I tilted my head back and leaned under his cock. I let it rest on my face. I looked into his eyes and smiled.
“Uncle, please may I?”
“Si, puta.”
I sucked one of his balls into my mouth. I tickled it with my tongue and made him squirm. I let it go and sucked on his other ball. I lifted his balls and flicked his taint.
“Dios mío, niña!”
I put my hands on the top of his cock and pushed it firmly onto my tongue as I licked up his shaft. I held his cock with both hands. It was truly the biggest cock I had ever seen.
I licked the precum from the tip and swallowed it. I took the head of his cock into my mouth and suckled it. He began moaning. He ran his fingers through my hair and grabbed a handful. He pushed my head further down his cock.
“Oh God, sobrina. Your aunt never sucks my cock anymore.”
I started fucking his cock with my mouth. I leaned back, then leaned forward until I gagged. When it got as deep as I could take it, I tickled the underside with my tongue. I leaned back while running my tongue along it. I did this over and over.
“And she never sucked it this good. You’re a bad girl. Ruining my marriage.”
I smiled as best I could with a cock in my mouth. I sped up, my head bobbing. His comments made me feel so sexy and slutty. I loved it. I wanted to show I was worth it.
I massaged his balls with one hand while I sucked his cock. His groans grew louder. I massaged his taint with the thumb of my other hand. He let out a startled wail, and his eyes bulged.
“Sobrina, eres el diablo,” he whimpered. “Your aunt isn’t anywhere near slutty enough to do that.”
I pulled my mouth off his cock and asked, “Uncle, do you want to cum in your niece’s mouth, or do you want to fuck your niece’s pussy?”
“Oh fuck. Do you swallow? Your aunt has never swallowed my cum.”
“I’ve never done it before, but your new sugar baby niece will do anything for you.”
I returned to sucking his balls while I stroked his thick cock with my little hands. What I said was the truth. I had never swallowed cum before. I only had cum in my mouth once. I thought it was disgusting, but the idea of having Javy’s load in my mouth and swallowing it made me so horny. He was so much more manly and dominant than my boyfriends. I craved the opportunity to submit to him.
He wrapped my hair around his hand. He pulled me off his balls and pushed his cock into my mouth. He guided my mouth up and down his hard cock.
His groans grew urgent. I knew he would cum soon. I was getting so excited to take his cum for him. I loved that I got to do something for him that Cat didn’t do, which I guess officially made me a huge slut.
I massaged his ball with one hand and stroked the base of his cock with the other. I wanted to do everything I could to please him.
His knees buckled, and he grabbed the wall to hold himself up. I pulled my mouth off and sped up my jacking.
“Uncle, you can’t cum in my mouth. If you do, I will swallow your whole load.” I pointed his cock at my open mouth.
“I’ll probably get addicted and keep sucking your cock behind your wife’s back. I’ll ruin you for her. You have to stop. You can’t fill my mouth with cum,” I moaned.
I opened my willing mouth and looked up at him. Our eyes connected as he grunted loudly. His cock unloaded into my mouth. The first blast hit me in the back of my throat. I wanted to cough, but I held my mouth open. He shot rope after rope of cum into my mouth.
He coated my tongue. My mouth filled with his salty cum. I loved it. After what seemed like minutes, he stopped shooting ropes. I took the head of his dick into my mouth. I swallowed the cum in my mouth and nursed every last drop from his dick.
I pulled off his dick. I opened my mouth to show him that I swallowed, unlike his wife. I licked my lips and gave a satisfied moan.
“Yummy, Uncle. Thank you for being the first man whose cum I swallowed. I can’t believe I just sucked off a married man. You made me into a slut.”
“You’re an evil woman,” he said with a satisfied smile. He stumbled over to a nearby chair and tried to catch his breath. He stared at me with lust.
I rose off my knees. I let my jacket fall off my arms. I unzipped my leather skirt and let it fall to the ground. I stepped out of it. I pulled my midriff off. I stood in front of Javy in the green lace lingerie I bought for my boyfriend and knee-high leather boots.
I turned away from him. I stood with my legs shoulder-width apart and bent at the waist. I felt my panties pull tight on my pussy. I shook my ass for him. I look between my legs at him. His eyes were locked on my ass. His cock was softening, but not for long if I had anything to say about it.
I straightened back up. I strutted over to him. I turned my back to him and lowered my ass to his crotch. I rolled my hips. I felt his cock between my ass cheeks. I slid my ass up and down his shaft.
He groaned. He reached his hands around me and filled his hands with my breasts. I leaned back into his chest while continuing to give him a lap dance like a cheap stripper.
“Oh, Uncle, your hands feel so good. I bought this lingerie as a Valentine’s Day gift for my boyfriend, but now it’s for you. I hope it doesn’t get you hard. It would be so wrong if we fucked.”
He groaned and pinched my nipples. I screamed from the pleasure and the pain.
“Don’t play with my breasts. You’ll make my pussy wet for your cock. It’d be so bad for an uncle to make his niece’s pussy wet.”
He squeezed my breasts. He pulled my bralette over my tits. He rolled my nipples between his fingers. I moaned.
I kept rubbing my ass against his cock. I felt it start to harden again. My pussy throbbed.
He took one hand off my breasts. He slowly moved it down my body from my breast to my ribs to my belly. He slid his fingers into my panties. He rubbed my clit.
I whimpered. “Oh, Uncle, you’ve made me so wet. What are you going to do with me?”
“Stand up. I need to make your pussy mine,” he growled.
I stood up and faced him. He locked eyes with me and slowly pulled my panties down. Once my panties were around my ankles, his eyes went to my pussy. He breathed in sharply. He licked his lips and smiled at my freshly waxed pussy.
He grabbed my left ankle and raised my leg. He set my boot-clad foot next to his right hip on the chair, giving him free access to my wet pussy.
He leaned in and inhaled. He looked up at me and smiled approvingly. He reached around and filled his hands with my ass. He held me steady as he leaned in and kissed my clit.
I moaned. He licked my pussy. He pushed his tongue in deeply. He groaned approvingly.
“Sobrina, your pussy tastes so much better than Cat’s,” he confessed before resuming eating my pussy.
He sucked my clit into his mouth. He flicked it with his tongue. I threw my head back and screamed, “FUCK YES!”
I ran my fingers through his hair. He was an incredible pussy eater. He performed with passion. He seemed to love doing it. My boyfriends always made it feel like a chore.
“OH GOD! Uncle, no one has ever eaten my pussy this good. I’ll never be able to say ‘No’ to you again.”
Javy’s intensity increased. My mind went blank as I was consumed by pleasure. I don’t know how long he sucked and flicked my clit, but it was absolute heaven.
As I got close to cumming, I grabbed his muscular shoulders for support. My legs started shaking. I screamed, “OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD!”
As I reached climax, I shrieked, “UNCLE!”
My legs turned to jello and I collapsed to the ground at his feet. I was whimpering. I looked up at him. He smirked at me with a mouth covered in pussy juice.
He got up and stripped off his clothes. His cock was rock hard and ready for round 2. I removed my bralette and boots, the last of my clothing.
I got back up on my feet warily. Javy wrapped his arms around me and kissed me with passion, his hard cock stabbing my belly.
He led me to a vanity with a mirror, the kind you would use to do hair and makeup. He bent me over it and spread my legs shoulder-width apart. I leaned on the vanity with my elbows and hands. I wiggled my ass seductively at him.
I looked back at him with a sexy smirk as he lined his cock up with my pussy. “Uncle, we can’t have sex. You’re married. You’re my uncle. This would be cheating. I’ve never had sex without a condom before. It’s so wrong. We need to st….”
I trailed off as he sunk his cock into my pussy. It felt so much bigger than my boyfriend’s cock. Hell, it felt bigger than my dildo. I just stared at him with my mouth hanging open.
He started pumping his cock in and out of my wet pussy. I wanted to tell him how big he was and how good it felt, but no words came out. It felt like all the air was pushed out of my lungs. All I could do was whimper and grind my hips against him each time he pushed into me.
He was reaching places deep inside me that no one else had ever touched. It felt incredible. I closed my eyes to focus on the pleasure. My head rested limply on the vanity.
He picked up his pace. He gripped my hips tightly. I felt his fingers digging into my skin. I heard him muttering, “Puta,” “Ramera,” and other Spanish words for whore/slut.
Suddenly, he slapped my ass hard. My eyes shot open. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head off the table. I looked at him helplessly through the mirror.
“Oh yes, Uncle! Make me your slut! Your dirty little secret! Your sugar baby!”
His other hand wrapped around my neck. He stifled my screams as he fucked me even harder. My eyes watered, and I drooled as he fucked me like a whore. There was nothing I could do but take it and love every second of it.
I looked at Javy through the mirror. His handsome face looked even more attractive, consumed by lust as he focused on pounding my pussy. His body looked amazing. Sweat covered his toned muscles. He was in better shape than most college guys. The fact that he was married to my aunt actually made him even hotter.
I couldn’t believe how much I loved being fucked by a married man. I never even looked twice at guys in relationships before today and here I was getting pounded by a married man. Javy had unlocked some deeply buried inner slut, and she was taking over.
I felt my third orgasm building. It was bigger than the first two. I tried to scream, but Javy choked me tighter, which made my orgasm build that much more.
“You dirty little slut. I feel your pussy getting tighter on my cock. What sort of girl seduces her uncle? A fucking whore!” Javy barked.
He let go of my neck and slapped my ass. He pounded me so hard, I felt his balls slapping my clit. I screamed.
“Fuck, puta! You feel so fucking good. So much better than Cat, so much tighter.”
Him comparing me to his wife as he pounded my pussy sent me over the edge. I screamed into the vanity as my pussy convulsed. My whole body shook.
I whimpered, “Thank you, Uncle,” as I came down from the biggest orgasm of my life.
“Uncle, can I ride your cock? I want to make you cum in my pussy. I want you to be the first man to cum in my pussy,” I begged.
He pulled out of my pussy. He walked over to the sofa and sat down in the middle. I peeled myself off the vanity. I looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was a mess and soaked in sweat. My mascara was running down my cheeks. My lipstick was smeared. Javy’s fingerprints were on my neck. My ass had a red handprint on it. My pussy was so wet it was running down my leg. I looked like such a whore.
I walked on wobbly legs to Javy on the sofa. I put my leg over his lap and straddled him. I kissed him with lust. I thrust my tongue deep into his mouth. He kissed me back.
He broke off the kiss and kissed down my neck. I whimpered as he sucked on my neck. He filled his hands with my breasts. I moaned.
“Your breasts are so sexy. Perfect. I hate the fake tits your aunt got. Disgusting. These are what breasts should be like.”
He sucked my nipple into his mouth. He flicked it with his tongue. He pinched my other nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I just whimpered and moaned.
I raised on my knees while keeping my breast in his mouth. I grabbed his hard cock and lined it up with my pussy. I lowered myself down slowly until it was completely buried inside of me. I groaned. I had never felt so full.
I ground my hips in a circle. His cock hit all new spots inside me that no man had ever touched. I slid my hips back and forth. His cock hit a magic spot that made me gasp. I kept doing it.
“Ohh, Javy, I love your cock. No man has ever been this deep, has ever been this good. Fuck!”
“Ohh, Candy, I love your pussy and breasts. Your aunt is a cheap plastic copy of a real woman. You are the real woman. Fuck me!”
I bounced up and down on his cock. I rested my forehead on his and stared into his eyes. It felt like our souls were merging. The intensity of our connection was amazing.
“Fuck! Your pussy feels so good. I’ll never be able to go back to fucking Cat,” he groaned.
“Fuck Javy! I’ll never be able to fuck a college boy again. My pussy is yours! You own me,” I moaned back.
We kissed. I felt the sweat dripping from my body. The room smelled of his musk and my pussy. This was by far the most intense sex of my life. I was hurtling towards my fourth orgasm. My ex-boyfriend struggled to give me that many in a week.
“Fuck Candy! I am cumming!” he bellowed. I felt his cock twitch inside me and unload his cum. That sent me over the edge.
“FUCK JAVY!” I screamed as I arched my back and quivered on top of him, his cock buried deep inside me.
When I returned from my orgasmic nirvana, I embraced Javy and kissed him. He rolled me onto my back on the sofa and we kissed and snuggled.
In the post-orgasm clarity, I couldn’t help but wonder where this was going. Was this going to be a one-time thing? Was this the start of an actual sugar baby/sugar daddy relationship?
“Javy, that was easily the best sex of my life. I am hoping this isn’t just a one-night stand, but I understand if it has to be,” I looked up at him with puppy-dog eyes.
“Candy, I … I just don’t know … I meant what I said, but I am married. I love Cat. I need to think about it.”
With that, we awkwardly peeled ourselves apart and got dressed. I snuck out the back entrance and got an Uber home. A few days later, I had resigned myself to the fact that it was just a one-night stand.
But then, I got a text from Javy saying he made up his mind. He Venmoed me $2000. told me to buy the sexiest outfit I could find, and sent me a room number at the Ritz Carlton. And that is how I ended up in a sugar relationship with my uncle.
Today is his 40th birthday. Cat is out of town at an influencer’s convention in Las Vegas. He invited me out to celebrate on his boat. I am about to show up with a surprise gift. I am bringing along my sorority sister, Mei. She’s always wanted to fuck a Latino man and have a threesome, so we are making a lot of wishes come true today.
