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Surveillance - by Tricia
Peaches' hot Nanny Cam teaser got me and a client thinking and role playing. That role play was so hot, it kept me thinking and writing. So with special thanks to Peaches and that client for lots of help with this story, here's my latest fantasy.)
I was slouched low on the big, soft couch with my knees spread wide. My eyes were fixed on the television screen and my hand was inside my panties, rubbing my rapidly moistening pussy. Just as I started to glide a finger into the silky opening between the damp lips, I heard a loud, gruff voice right behind me.
"So I see you snooped around until you found my porn stash, ya rotten little brat!"
I squealed and heard my panties rip as I jerked my hand out and jumped up and away from the voice. I turned and fell backward into the far corner of the sectional sofa as I saw that my Uncle Jeff had silently come in the front door of his house and was standing right behind the sofa where I had been sitting. I tried to catch my breath, but couldn't, as I looked into his stern, angry face. "Wha, Wha, Wha, What are you doing home? You said you'd be back on Sunday." I said, weakly.
He laughed a little cruelly and didnt say a word as he watched me try to cover myself with, what I realized with even more panic, was his T-shirt. I pulled my knees up in front of me and cowered in the corner. I used my best sweet, pleading voice on him. "I'm sorry, Uncle Jeff. Please dont be mad."
He shook his head, dismissively. "Dont bother with the sweet, innocent act, Tricia. It won't work on me anymore."
He gestured toward a small red light on a box near the ceiling. "You knew I had a new security system, right?"
I nodded, confused. He smirked.
"I guess I didn't tell you about the cameras, did I? And, that I can watch them online?"
I felt like I had been hit in the stomach and I couldn't breathe. I could feel the blood drain from my face. Uncle Jeff just laughed at me again then leaned down very close to me. He spoke quietly and tauntingly. "You're remembering what you've been doing in my house while you've been house-sitting this week, arent you, Tricia? Wondering if I saw?" His grin widened and began to look evil. "How MUCH I saw??"
"Please, Uncle Jeff!! Please dont tell anyone! You cant tell anyone!"
He paused. The bastard was enjoying torturing me. He was letting me panic as I remembered my week of freedom. My week of so-called privacy. I tried to curl into an even smaller ball in the corner of the sofa. He continued.
"I saw everything, Tricia." He laughed in a way I had never heard him laugh before. "It's all recorded," he chuckled, "so I even saw some of it twice."
"I came home early when I realized what a goddamn fucking little slut you've become. After all this time!" His voice rose as he began to get angry. He stopped, took a deep breath and shook his head as if he wasnt sure how to continue.
He took another breath and calmed down a little. When he spoke again, it was scarier. He spoke quietly, slowly and with well thought-out determination.
"Tricia, you have pranced around in front of me for years, half-dressed as if you were still a child. Your mother never should have allowed it, and I felt like a pervert for the thoughts I had about you. I told myself you were just a young girl and didnt realize the effect you would have on a man, even your uncle, when you sat on my lap and tickled me in your little nightgown before bed. Now, I see that your mind has caught up with your sexy little body. Or should I say your slutty little body?"
"I am not!" He cut me off before I could protest the insult.
"How many different boys were here this week? Two? Three? Was there anything you didnt let them do? You knew exactly what you were doing, too, didn't you? They certainly didn't. How could you let those boys paw at you like they did, get what they came for and just leave? Yes, I saw you after they left! I know they didn't satisfy you..." His voice was getting loud again as he got mad, at the boys this time. He took a few breaths to try to settle back down.
"When I think about the times I had to sneak into your bathroom at your house when you were sunbathing by your pool in that indecent little bikini! Now I think maybe you left those sexy little panties on top of your hamper on purpose because you knew I'd go in there and jerk off."
He must have seen a look pass over my face because he became enraged, "You DID! You FUCKING LITTLE SLUT!" he shouted. "Do you know how guilty I felt for jerking off with your panties? For liking it so much?! You little bitch!"
With that, he reached for my hair and grabbed me by it, pulling me to him over the back of the sofa. I had to crawl backwards and stand on my toes on the seat cushions to keep from falling as he stretched me over the top. He looked down at me, my head at his side, my eyes wide, looking up at him in shock and fear. His eyes brazenly drank in the sight of my body, stretched out in front of him across the back of the sofa.
Deep in his throat, I heard a growl as he used his other hand to pull the T-shirt up to my neck and expose my breasts, thrust up toward him. His big hand grasped one breast and squeezed it. He twisted and groped it before doing the same to the other and leaning to clamp his mouth onto the first. I gasped and involuntarily arched my body more. This time his growl sounded more like a moan as my breast was pushed into his mouth. I felt his tongue circle my nipple; a rock-hard nub against his thick, soft, searching tongue.
He stood up and leered down at me, like a starving man surveying a feast, unsure of where to start. His voice was rough and gravelly as he said quietly, "Oh no, Tricia. I'm not going to feel guilty anymore. And I'm taking what I want now, too."
He reached for my thigh and pulled my legs wide apart then ripped my panties the rest of the way off. I yelped but then whimpered quietly as I felt his thick fingers sliding along my smooth pussy lips.
"Does your mother know that you shave your cunt, Tricia?"
He sneered, "Of course not, because then she would know youre showing it off to any guy that looks your way. Right, whore?"
As he said the word "whore" he forced two fingers inside of me. I was as shocked as he was to find my inner walls slick and soaking wet. His voice became low and intense. I could feel his arousal reverberating inside me through his voice. "Mmmmm, an eager little slut, arent you Tricia? You need that sweet, little hole filled, hmmm?" His fingers felt so good as he thrust in deeper, roughly probing and exploring. He curled his fingers up and he almost lifted me up by my pussy as his thrusting became more urgent.
I heard the rumbling moan again and he muttered, "so tight, such a tight little snatch, mmmm." And then he added another finger and I felt myself deliciously stretched around them. My hips were thrusting toward his hand, meeting his strokes now, and his mouth was back on my breast, sucking it in.
He looked into my eyes, a cruel look on his face, "Does the slut wanna cum? Hmmmm?" He thrust harder and faster, making it impossible for me to speak. I gasped and moaned in response and he grinned and watched my face. His fingers moved deftly inside me and his thumb was on my clit now, rubbing in a rough circle. My body was thrashing and thrusting upward, desperately fucking his hand as he laughed at me and continued his assault. I had never felt anything so intense before and as my body writhed out of control, I began to scream. He clamped his mouth onto mine, muffling the scream. His tongue thrust into my mouth and he never let up, continuing to finger-fuck my pussy as wave after wave of orgasm rolled through me. He bit my lip as I clawed at his back feverishly. He was still laughing at me. "You certainly are a horny little slut, aren't you? Surprising even yourself, huh?"
I was panting and having trouble catching my breath but tried to protest with a whimper. He just laughed as he slid his dripping wet fingers out of me and spread my juices along my parted lips. Then he sucked the taste of me off his fingers with a happy smile.
When he released his grip on me I slid down the back of the sofa, collapsed onto cushions and started to cover myself with the T-shirt.
"Oh, no you don't! Take that off. You'll be spending a lot of time naked in my house from now on. And, as pretty as you look when you cum, I want a lot more than that from you, my sweet little niece."
He pulled me so my face was over the arm of the sofa and I was on my hands and knees. His cock was so hard that it must have been painful to keep his pants on. He sighed with relief when he released it and let his pants fall to the ground. He stood with his thick cock right in front of my face. The veins were bulging and the head was swollen and gleaming with pre-cum.
"Don't pretend you dont know what to do with that, Tricia, darlin. Your technique could use some refinement, and I'll help you with that. but your eagerness could not be disguised. I've been watching you and imagining that pretty young mouth on me all week."
It never even occurred to me to hesitate. I glanced up at Uncle Jeff and then my mouth dove for his cock. My lips wrapped securely around the head and I pulled him into my mouth. He managed to laugh and moan at the same time.
"Oh, FUCK, yeah! That's right. You can't resist a hard cock, can you Trish? Maybe a slower start, a little teasing would be a good skill for you!" His words trailed off and were replaced with a moan as I excitedly slid him all the way to the back of my throat then began to bob up and down on the delicious, stiff shaft. My soft lips pressed firmly against his hardness; my tongue slid all around him inside my warm mouth.
I moaned as I felt my mouth filled again and again with his thrusting cock. I sputtered and gagged as he went deeper into my throat but I didnt slow down. I took him in again then held him buried in my mouth, rocking my head side to side as my tongue flicked back and forth over the underside of his cock. With a moan I released him until just the beautiful, swollen cockhead was between my lips. I looked up to see him watching my mouth with half- closed eyes. I squeezed the head of his cock and played with it using my lips and tongue, flicking and licking and swirling. Then I plunged him back into the depths of my mouth and my entire body rocked back and forth as I moved up and down his cock.
With a loud groan, he grabbed my hair and pulled me off him. He was breathing hard as he lifted his cock with his other hand and pressed my lips to his balls. I mouthed them and licked but when he thrust his hips toward me, I sucked them into my mouth.
My tongue licked, probed and explored. He cried out, "yesssss!" so I continued, until he forced my mouth back onto his cock. He grabbed my head with both hands and began to fuck my mouth. I choked and gasped but opened wide and accommodated him, taking every inch.
When I sputtered and pulled my head out of his grip, he roared at me, "I'm not finished with your mouth yet, bitch!" He leaned over and slapped my ass, hard. The sound echoed off the ceiling. He hit me again when I whimpered and didn't get his cock back in my mouth quickly enough. I could feel the heat from the blood rising where he hit me and it made it even more painful when he continued, listing off multiple transgressions as he slapped my ass and pushed my mouth onto his cock.
"THAT's for being a dick-tease and a whore!" Whack!
"THAT's for using my candles to fuck yourself!" Whack!
"THAT's for perfecting that swing of your ass before you were 15!"Whack!
"THAT's for doing it every time I see you!" Whack!
"THAT's for fucking that sweaty boy on my new loveseat!" Whack!
"THAT's for not wearing panties last Thanksgiving!" Whack!
Tears were streaming down my face when he finally tired of spanking me.
He carried me into his bedroom and laid me, face down, across his bed. He crawled in behind me and began to kiss my reddened ass cheeks then nibbled down toward my thighs. He pushed my legs apart and lifted my hips. When his warm mouth met my pussy, we both moaned loudly. He licked eagerly, yet gently, along the entire length of my swollen lips, then sucked them each into his mouth.
He slid his tongue to my clit, then pushed his tongue deep into my aching hole. When I rocked back, pushing onto his face, he sighed deeply. He managed a few more thrusts with his tongue but then I felt his urgency peak. He kneeled up behind me, pressing his swollen cockhead against my ready cunt.
He leaned over my back and whispered in a gravelly, growling voice into my ear, "I want to fuck that little pussy so badly! I've thought about it so many times. Thought about being the first cock to feel you tight and wet, squeezing it But, no, you ruined that, didnt you, bitch?"
He grabbed my arms and held them to my sides, pushing my face down into the bed. He pressed me down with one hand in the middle of my back and kept whispering in that threatening voice, while sliding his cock up and down over my tender pussy lips, wetting himself with my juices.
"But your ass hasn't been fucked yet, has it?"
I gasped when I realized what he was saying, and whimpered. I wanted him to fuck me. I was so ready to be filled with his cock but this, I wasn't prepared for this"
"No, Uncle Jeff, please." I protested weakly.
He slid the head of his cock to my asshole, spreading my wetness all over it. "Mmmmm, already so juicy, Tricia." He paused, then reached into the nightstand for lube which he poured over the head of his cock and onto me. He pressed the head of his cock against me and I tried to move away. His voice became soothing and he kept whispering in my ear, relax, honey, relax." He pushed so slowly that I didnt even realize that he had started sinking into me. Then, I felt the head of his cock pop into me and my pussy contracted. I almost came from the pleasure of that moment.
I moaned happily and pushed back, ready for more. He continued to move slowly but was soon buried deep inside me, his big arms wrapped around my waist, holding himself there. His breathing was ragged as he struggled to remain still but my quick acceptance and enthusiasm excited him. After a moment, he kneeled up, grabbed my shoulder and with a roar, gave into the need and fucked me. I responded eagerly, meeting his thrusts. "Yesssss! God! Fuck!! Yesss!! Fuck my ass! Oh my god! Fuck my ass, Jeff!!!"
His body slammed into mine, feeling as if it would crush my spine. His thick cock pounded and filled me again and again. He grabbed my hair and lifted my head so I could see my blissful face in the dresser mirror. Our bodies careened forward and back as he said, loudly, punctuating his words with grunting thrusts into my depths, "See, TRICIA? See what a WHORE looks like taking it... in the ASS??"
I whimpered, but continued to move with him, pushing back onto his cock, needing his cock to hit me inside like this, like nothing before ever had. My fingers dove for my pussy and before long, I was cumming; my pussy and ass contracting and convulsions running through my body as I cried out loudly. Jeff responded with a loud, roar of a moan; one, then two deep thrusts and he was filling my ass with cum. Jet after jet of cum filled my no-longer-virgin ass.
We collapsed onto our sides with his arms around my waist, his face in my hair at my neck and his cock still inside me. I was unable to move, barely able to catch my breath. My mind just beginning to clear when I realized he was caressing my sweaty body gently, lovingly now. He was kissing my neck then he whispered in my ear.
"I think I might just be able to forgive you, Tricia. Although, you may have to start housesitting for me a lot now - whether I'm going out of town, or not."