Total pages in book: 12
Estimated words: 10512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 53(@200wpm)___ 42(@250wpm)___ 35(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 10512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 53(@200wpm)___ 42(@250wpm)___ 35(@300wpm)
With my eyes closed, I breathed out, tried to calm myself, and wondered what he had in store for me tonight.
Would he want me to fuck my pussy with the bottle? Or maybe, I’d be ass fucking myself with the two-liter since he wanted me to have petroleum jelly at the ready.
But the banana…what the fuck was that for?
I heard him breathing. That's how I knew he was logged in. I didn’t know his name, didn’t even know what he looked like. He kept himself anonymous, and I found that instantly hot and arousing.
The ding that came through told me I’d just been paid by the client, and although he’d already deposited money for the night, I knew this was extra. He wanted something more.
I saw the amount and then the note attached to it. I felt my eyes widen.
Five thousand dollars to fist your pussy.
I took in a breath and knew I wasn't going to waste either of our time. He wanted to pay me to see my fist lodged in my cunt? Then I was going to give it to him.
I worked my fingers between my legs, starting slowly at first but then adding more until my fist was all the way inside of me. I felt so full, the pain making way to pleasure.
As much as I loved the money, I also enjoyed the depravity. To let loose and be used for someone else's pleasure made me feel powerful…and desired.
There was something incredibly sexy about being seen as a blow-up fuck doll for a man.
Another ding came in, and I gasped and shuddered.
If I thought the first request was intense, this new one was insane.
He wanted me to put both fists in my pussy, and the truth was, I would have done that for the five grand. But he’d sent more...and an additional note. A new demand that had my heart racing and this chill racing through me.
Another five grand.
Oh God. Who was this person? He just had ten thousand dollars laying around to watch some stranger online fist herself on camera?
I reached over and grabbed the lube on the bedside table. I poured the liquid all over my already juicy cunt. And then I pushed my fingers back into my pussy and gave him the words he requested to hear.
“This hurts so much Uncle Aiden.”
This is wrong…it’s so incestuous.
But the craziest fucking thing was–after I said the words–I got wetter. The taboo nature turned me on like nothing ever had before. And this had me fist fucking myself faster.
Give Uncle Aiden what he wants, baby girl.
I groaned when I read the recent note.
Turn the camera on. I want you to look at Uncle when you come.
My hands were shaky as I did what he wanted. And when the camera was on, I was staring at my Onyx client.
But it wasn’t a stranger I stared at. It was my Uncle Aiden who was on the other end of the camera with his massive cock in hand as he jerked off.
My blood uncle.
My father’s twin brother.
And we’d been pretending we were strangers and just doing this role play where we were uncle and niece, but if I was being honest… the pretending didn’t turn me on.
The real thing did.
I should’ve been disgusted by pretending to fuck a man who was not only related to me but also my father’s identical brother.
It was the hottest sex scenario ever.
I was so turned on that just last week I took it even further by bringing up the idea of my father joining our little relationship.
It had been a risk because my uncle could have shut it all down, and it also could have backfired if my father wasn’t onboard.
But things had worked out…perfectly.
I heard shuffling and turned my head to look at my bedroom door, seeing it slightly ajar when I’d gone into the kitchen.
I slowly shifted and sat up on the mattress, wanting to cover my nudity because I knew I wasn't alone. I felt someone watching. But I was frozen. Too scared to move. Too frightened to breathe.
And when the door pushed open, I held my breath.
“Who is it, sweetheart?”
I glanced at the laptop and looked at my uncle, but he wasn’t on the screen. The laptop was dark despite knowing the feed was still live.
But it didn’t matter. We both knew who was here, who was watching.
There was the creak of the door opening further, and my breath was lodged in my lungs when I saw who stood on the other side of my bedroom door.
My father.
He had the most intense look on his face and sported a massive hard-on through his jeans.
“Hey, baby girl,” my father said and started rubbing his erection through the denim. He stepped in and to the side, and it was then I saw who stood behind him.