Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 33557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Their newborn daughter was raised by her aunt. When I made that promise the only thing I had to offer was money. I decided to use that as my way of looking after her. This led to my workaholic attitude. I have worked so many hours just to become considered successful. I wanted Susana to have a financially stable and reliable godfather, or uncle, if you prefer. I wanted her to have someone who could have her back at any time. That is what I did with my so called wealth. I tried to be a constant presence in her life. I visited her whenever possible. I always made sure to arrive with gifts.
I had a few reasons for doing that. She was my best friend's daughter and only child. Naturally I wanted to spoil her. Also,I used the gifts as a subliminal reminder of my wealth. If she knew me as the 'uncle' who always brought presents, then she would know that I have money and can aid her in any situation. I smile fondly as I remember those visits with her. Over the years I have seen Susana grow. An innocent toddler, to a child who often gets into trouble. That was an interesting time, but children are often curious and mischievous. As a teen she had a much more calm disposition, which suited everyone nicely.
In recent years I have seen her as an adult with a bright and positive future. That would make her parents proud. Never once did I think or consider that she could become something else to me. I always saw her as my niece, not related by blood of course. She is the daughter of my late best friend. My goal was to care for her and ensure she turned out all right.
With a heavy heart, I recall the moment when I started to feel differently about her. She had just turned 18. We were having one of our usual visits and I was treating her to a belated birthday lunch. We were sitting across from each other at the restaurant. She was wearing a new dress that her aunt edith had bought her for the occasion. She stood up, eager to show it off to me. It was then that I saw her with different eyes. She had grown into her body. That dress showed off every voluptuous curve and angle imaginable. In one glance I saw that she was no longer a girl but a woman.
As we ate I became aware that there was no relation between us. I quickly chided myself and forced those thoughts away. Even now, I can't forget how she looked that day. I've dated, or played around in the past. I remain single by choice. I'm attractive for an older man. I take care of myself and remain trim and fit. I keep a decent wardrobe to enhance my looks. Why do I remain single when I've had women throw themselves at me after a night out? Susana. No one can compare to her. She is all I see and all that I want. She is my only thought.
Obviously our situation makes her off limits to me. That leaves me with fantasies that make my dick hard and my hands sweaty. Honestly, I'm content with those. They are the only things that bring me pleasure. Besides, without a woman attached to me I'm free to work as much as I want to. This has made me rich by today's standards. That fact is a blessing, but also a curse. If I were to get involved with a one night stand i run the risk of getting involved with a gold digger. That's the last thing Susana and I need, some tramp trying to trap me into giving her my money all because we fucked once.
That leaves my hand and my fantasies as my only option. "Susana…" I murmur with a sigh. It has been a while since I last saw her. I close my eyes, I need it now. I lock the door to my office and sit behind the desk. I pull my dick out of my pants and start stroking it. I close my eyes and fantasize about her. I picture her showing up at my door. She's wearing a dress so tight that she can't move. She looks gorgeous.
I bring her inside. "Uncle mikah!" She cries happily and hugs me. I can feel her breasts push against me and I lose it. I wrap my arms around her and we gaze into each other's eyes. I kiss her, just a taste. Her mouth is to soft and sweet to resist. I pull her to the couch where I pull off her dress. She is wearing lingerie underneath. She really has grown into a woman. As we kiss she lays back, her legs spreading open for me. I kneel above her, pulling off my clothes. I'm naked as I gaze down at her. "Be gentle." She pleads softly. She wraps her arms around me and pulls me to her. I place my face beside hers as I slide my dick into her for the first time.