I had just returned from college and was so broke it hurt. I hadn’t a penny left from my allowance, but that was so tiny. I was always the poorest girl in my class – my parents did as much as they could, but simply didn’t have enough to keep themselves, let alone subsidise me.
My mum went back to work just to help me. She couldn’t get a job in her speciality so worked evenings serving at tables in a rather cheap and nasty restaurant, getting her bum groped by strange men. So I really shouldn’t complain. There aren’t many mums who would put up with that, so that they could educate their only daughter.
I was the only girl in a family of six; all my siblings were boys, well, men to more accurate. I was the youngest. Mum always said I was a second honeymoon mistake. But she loved me so much, and my dad thought the sun actually shone from my backside. He wanted a girl so much that he called me his princess.
To get to the story I want to tell you about; I was invited by one of the girls I was friends with at college, to her eighteenth birthday. She was the best looking and wealthiest girl in the whole year. I so wanted to go but didn’t have anything to wear to such a posh party that I knew she would have.
I couldn’t ask my mum to pay for pretty party clothes out of the paltry wage she earned, besides she wanted that to stop now I had graduated. The only alternative was to find a job, and quickly. I had less than a month to find the cash to buy something nice enough for the party.
We lived in the country. It was an hour’s bus ride into town. Sitting on the bus I was so sure I could get any job I wanted. I was full of confidence, but by four that afternoon I wasn’t so sure. My feet hurt, and so did my head from trying so hard just to get an interview. The real world had found me, and found me short of what it took to get a job.
Of the interviews I got, some said I was too qualified, others said I had no experience. I felt like I was between a rock and a hard place. My feet ached from walking round the town, trying every business and even shops – anywhere I thought I might find a job. I sat in a little café drinking a coffee. I would have liked something to eat but didn’t want to squander the last of my money on food, because it looked like I was going to have to pay the bus fare again tomorrow.
After three days of constant knock-backs I was desperate, and very broke. I sat at home that evening with mum and dad. Mum mentioned that she was handing in her notice on Friday and it suddenly struck me that her job would be open, so I asked her to get her manager to take me on, in her place.
Both of my parents were shocked that I would set my sights so low and protested that, as I had a good education, I shouldn’t waste my time in a sleazy café. I explained that I had tried for three days to find something suitable, but nothing was on offer. Eventually they persuaded me to at least give it till the weekend to find a ‘proper job’, as they called it. Dad lent me the bus fares to go into town to try harder to get a decent job. I tried the agencies next, putting my name down for several different jobs that I thought my qualifications might get me. The last agency was a sleazy back street affair, a little office on the third floor of a run down building.
There was no receptionist, just this rather disreputable-looking man about ten years my senior. He sat me on a low chair facing him and his eyes seldom met mine. His line of sight was lower, ogling my bust and my legs, obviously trying to get a peep up my rather short skirt.
After filling in his silly forms, and being aware of him leering down my top as he stood above me, he read through them, asking several questions.
“You haven’t mentioned modelling,” he remarked.
I replied that I hadn’t any experience of modelling.
He smiled and said, “You don’t have any experience at anything else either”.
He was so right. I was just a country girl with a few college grades and nothing to show for it. But modelling was something I hadn’t even considered. I was just desperate enough to listen to his suggestion of work. I should have known better but the money he offered was off the scale, several times better that anything I had tried unsuccessfully to get.
He told me to turn up the following day at ten, when he would tell me what was on offer. During the long journey home I thought about his offer and, ignoring the warning sounds clanging in my head, decided to go back the following day. I could always turn him down.
I arrived sharp at ten the next day, scared out of my wits. I knew it wasn’t as legitimate as he made it sound. £uk100.00 a day called for more than just modelling clothes but he was very upbeat and keen to get me to sign a contract. I scribbled my name on the form without reading it properly.
He took me in his big flash car to a club on the outskirts of town. The club looked very posh and even had doormen in uniform standing either side of the front entrance. He went to the reception and asked for Rupert, the manager. We were asked to wait in the lounge.
Rupert came in, smelling of a very female perfume, not manly at all. He kissed me on both cheeks like I was some film star and said, “Come this way my dear.” Taking my hand, he led me to the lifts. As we rose through the building he told me that he would put me in the hands of his senior girl. She was delightful, he added. We arrived at Bernadette’s room and, after introducing me to her, he said, “I will see you later.”
She took me into a room all girly and festooned with lace and so pretty. She smiled at my look of wonder. She said, “You are new to this aren’t you dear.”
I said, “Yes, this is my first job. I need the money so badly.”
Bernadette took me into a changing room and selected some clothes for me to model, but this wasn’t the sort of modelling I had in mind. The outfit consisted of nothing more than a few scraps of lace held together with pink ribbons. She asked me my size. I told her I was size 10, but she said, “Not your dress size dear, your bust.”
“32D,” I answered, without thinking.
“Yes,” she said, “You look about the right size for this,” bringing out an ever tinier underwear set, nothing but lace and see-through at that. She told me to try it on and, as I stripped off my clothes, she watched closely, until I pulled my panties down showing my luxuriant bush of blond pubic hair. “Oh dear!” she exclaimed, “That will have to go.”
Sitting me down on a stool, she took a safety razor and some foam and shaved my pussy as smooth as a baby. The feel of the razor, and her hands as she held my skin taught for the blade, was both frightening and exciting. She didn’t have any inhibitions about where she put her fingers, touching my little bud several times.
Despite my fear, I could feel myself getting wet. She commented on it, saying, “You will soon get used to being touched there my dear,” and gave my clit a hard rub with the tips of her fingers. “Rupert will love to see that,” she exclaimed.
To try to tell you what was going through my mind is impossible. I was so frightened and so excited but, most of all, just plain turned on. She had the most wonderful hands, and seemed to know just where to touch me to make me want to cum. In fact I was very close several times before she finished.
Dressed in that outrageous outfit I felt like a tart, the sort of girl that performs in the sleazier cabaret shows, but she didn’t give me the chance to back down. I guess she was aware of my nerves and wanted me to stay.
She said, “You look fantastic. I will get Rupert to come to see you now. It’s his decision whether you get the job. Try to smile and be entertaining, and don’t worry about Rupert. He’s not interested in girls, he’s gay.”
Picking up the phone, she said, “Amber is ready for you now Rupert.” Replacing the receiver, she told me, “There is one more thing you need.” She brought out a pair of strappy sandals with heels so high they looked dangerous. They were at least five inches high.
I tottered around the room feeling so silly and so exposed as the door opened and Rupert entered.
“Oh! You look divine,” was his first comment. He sat on the chaise longue, telling me to walk this way and then sit, stand, turn and bend. My bum was so exposed. Thank goodness Bernadette had told me he was gay, but that didn’t stop him touching the gusset of my tiny pants and saying, “Oh good, you are turned on wearing this sexy set.”
To be completely honest I was turned on. Not in a way I had ever experienced before – this was so scary and strange but still my pussy was contracting and my tummy turning over like the first serious date I had in college. But this wasn’t two young people finding out about the opposite sex. This was almost a clinical feeling, like going to the doctor.
I could feel the heat in both my cheeks, and in my groin. It was so surreal and I loved it. He asked me if I wanted the job. I said, “Yes,” not even knowing what the job was. All I could think of was the aching in my pussy.
“Ok,” he answered, “You can start this evening. Have you got transport?”
I told him I had come on the bus and that was the only way home. He smiled and said to Bernadette, “Do you have a spare room for Amber?”
“No,” she replied, “But she can share with Julie for now. Perhaps Julie can take her under her wing and teach her the ropes.”
“Whatever,” he said, abruptly, and walked out.
“You are very lucky,” Bernadette said. “There aren’t many girls who have no experience that get a job here. You must have appealed to him. But don’t worry, you are in good hands. Julie will make sure you know what to do.”
I asked if I could phone my parents to tell them I wouldn’t be home this evening. She just pointed to the telephone and told me I could use that one or the phone in my room.
Julie was great. She had been at the club for nearly a year, and told me everything I needed to know. We were hostesses not hookers, as she put it. No-one had sex without the girls’ express permission, and then it was outside working hours. But we had to wait at tables and generally be nice to the punters, especially when the gaming tables were in full swing.
The dress code was something like I had just worn for Rupert’s inspection. Julie said “You soon get used to wearing them. It’s nothing more that you might wear on the beach,” she claimed.
Well, I had never worn anything so revealing in my entire life. Julie told me to get some sleep because we were in for a long night, not finishing till early hours of the morning.
I was about to say I hadn’t got anything to wear to go to bed. When she slipped off her robe she was naked underneath it, and climbed into the double bed. What could I do? I knew I couldn’t sleep, but I suppose the only thing I could do was try. Stripping off my clothes again I got into the bed with Julie. Her skin felt so soft and warm. I wanted to cuddle up to her, but was far too shy and frightened to do that.
I laid on my back thinking about what had happened to me in so short a time. What had I let myself in for? This was only just better than a brothel, but I needed that money, and short of having sex for cash I would do about anything. I resolved to stick at it for just a week or so and then get out quick.
Despite my not being tired and the state of high excitement, I did drift off to sleep. The next thing I knew was someone touching me. Not just an innocent touch, no, this was a very real fondle. One hand was stroking my tit and the other hand was on my belly stroking and massaging my flesh.
I gave an involuntary groan, still worked up by the strange and wonderful morning, being shaved and touched by Bernadette and now Julie. I’m not going to claim total innocence here; of course I had messed around with other girls in college, giving each other mutual climaxes. But this was different, she thought I was asleep.
Pretending to not have woken up I lay as still as I could. Her fingers found my clitty, rolling it round until I could pretend no longer. I lifted my bum off the bed to both encourage and help her get the right spot. I needed this more that I realised. Perhaps I should have got it off in the bathroom, before getting into bed, but it’s easy to be wise after the event.
Her fingers gripping my nipple made me come, as she stroked and massaged my pussy. Her hand on my newly bare skin was so sensational and she was so good. She seemed to know just how and where to touch me. She drove me over the top several times before she laid back and said, “Your turn now Amber, I need some relief as well.”
I reached down to her pussy. It was wet and ready for some serious play. I ran my finger round and into her opening just like I did it to myself. She groaned and said, “Yes Amber, that’s the spot, keep doing that please.” Remembering a girl I shared with in college who, as she called it, loved eating pussy, I wondered if Julie would like that as much as I did.
Pushing the sheet back I positioned myself between her legs, bending down so my face was in her pussy. She cried out as my tongue flicked her clit, her hands wrapping round my head, pulling me tight to her. As I lapped at her she squirted a little juice into my mouth. It tasted strong and bitter but I couldn’t have pulled away if I had wanted to. She was holding me tight.
Julie climaxed but still held me tight to her cunt, clamping my head with a vice-like grip until she had subsided enough to let me go. I was gasping for breath, but so pleased that I had made her come.
We showered and she showed me how to keep my pussy smooth with her epilator. It wasn’t as much fun as Bernadette’s razor, but perhaps that wouldn’t be as good the second time. She told me how to handle the clients and what to do if they got too amorous. But, she said, they expected to grope us girls and that was what we got paid for.
It was almost eight o’ clock. Time to go down to do my new job! I was shaking with fear and trepidation. Could I go through with this? Julie held my hand as we went down in the lift. She assured me it would be alright. I felt so exposed in this skimpy outfit – nothing more than a tiny half cup bra. My nipples were sticking over the top, still inflamed from our sex session and the thong that covered only the very minimum. Even that was transparent.
Julie led me into the bar. It was full of men, not a single lady in sight. I asked her where the wives were.
She grinned and said, “Men don’t bring their wives to this place. Why should they, there were plenty of girls to go around.”
She introduced me to the rest of the girls; about twenty of them all dressed similar to me. Well, undressed like me would be a better description. They seemed happy and to be enjoying the prospect of the evening. Or was it just the money? Before long I had a tray of drinks and instructions to take it to table forty four; there were five men sitting at this table and I got groped by all of them by the time I had put the glasses down in front of each of them. The whole evening went in a similar way, getting felt by almost every man in the place.
My little panties were so wet I could feel the moisture between my legs. Several men commented on the fact I was enjoying it, some shouting: “This one’s so hot she’s leaking out of her knickers.” That made me blush so much. My nipples were sticking out like organ stops, I wanted to run and hide, but it was gone midnight and I had almost earned £uk100.00. That would buy me any dress I wanted, I wouldn’t give up now.
Julie was right. By the time the gaming tables were in full use, the men had drunk enough to lose what little restraint they had earlier. One pulled my panties to one side and slipped a finger right into me, then held it under his cohort’s noses to smell, saying, “She smells so sweet and sexy, I could eat that for supper.”
I had taken a few drops of Dutch courage myself, and my inhibitions were slipping as well. I just laughed with the dirty old men.
At last it was over, the men going home to their wives or girlfriends pretending to have spent a night with their mates drinking and playing cards. I was knackered, being on my feet all night in those bloody shoes. My legs ached as if I had run a marathon.
The biggest surprise was when Rupert walked up to us girls and gave us £uk100.00 in cash. No tax or insurance. He winked at me and said, “You seemed to enjoy your first night, but be careful with the gin, you mustn’t drink too much or you might get into trouble.”
We climbed into bed so tired we just went to sleep. I woke next day remembering to call my folks, telling them I was staying with friends for the rest of the week. Mum thought it was a great idea save me the time and cost of the bus each day. If only she knew how much it had cost to stay away!
The next few nights went the same way. It got easier every day; Julie was great giving me loads of attention and keeping me on the boil most of the afternoons, with her special girly love. She liked making me come but wasn’t so keen on getting any in return, so we drifted into a routine where she played with my body for hours. I just laid there luxuriating in her attention.
Saturday night was the big event. Julie told me we would be packed out; some people had booked weeks in advance because it was impossible to get in on the night. We worked so hard and got so much stick from the men’s fingers in both holes. My nipples were sore from the constant groping and gripping.
But I had £uk400.00 saved already, I didn’t want to stay in this job for long as it wasn’t what I worked so hard at school and college for. It was fun and it helped me to earn some easy money, but it was not a career I wanted.
About halfway through the evening I had to serve a table that I hadn’t been to before. As I approached it I saw him sitting there. Oh my god! It was my mum’s brother, my uncle Geoff. I pretended not to see him, but he spotted me and said, “Hi Amber. I didn’t know you worked here. It’s a bit of a waste of your education isn’t it?”
I whispered in his ear that it was only temporary, and not to say anything to my parents. He winked and told me give him a call tomorrow.
You need to know a little about my uncle Geoff. He was always around when I was growing up and he was a pest. Growing up in a big family with mostly boys and men you get used to being tormented and, yes, touched. Not so much in a sexy way but lots of slaps on my butt as I walked past. Most were nothing more than affectionate love pats, but Uncle Geoff always made sure his fingers curled round under my fast developing bum to feel my pussy, keeping his hand there much longer than anyone else. I couldn’t say anything. He was my mum’s favourite brother and she wouldn’t have believed me if I had told her he was groping me, so I grinned and bore it like a good little girl. But to be honest, I hated him for his invasion of my body. He was the only one who took such advantage of me. I dare not call him as he might tell my parents where I was working. It would have broken my mother’s heart as she was a very strict church-going lady.
I told Julie about him that night. She said I shouldn’t have taken the job in my home town, it was silly. All the other girls came from away, she would have warned me if she had realised, in fact she was surprised Rupert had hired me living so close to the club, he normally only allowed girls from other towns to work here.
She told me to talk to Bernadette next morning and then decide what to do about my Uncle Geoff. I didn’t sleep much thinking about the strife I had got myself into, but then I actually enjoyed what I was doing. It wasn’t so bad and the money was fantastic because added to the wage, paid by Rupert, we got loads of tips from the punters – hundreds of pounds most nights.
A talk with Bernadette next morning settled my problem. She told me my agent had told her that I came from another town, and it was strict policy not to employ local girls for the very reason I had found out. Relatives might recognise them and cause trouble. She called Rupert, who confirmed her story and told me I could no longer work at the club. He was very sorry to see me go and would give me a good reference if I wanted to find work in another town.
He gave me a bonus to carry me over, as he put it, and a slap on my bum as he walked out. I talked to Bernadette about my problem with Uncle Geoff. She advised me to go to a solicitor and take out an injunction against him, letting him know I would tell all about him if he spoke to my parents.
But I knew I wouldn’t do that. The risk was far too high. I phoned him from my room, thinking it was best to get this out of the way before going back to my family. He suggested he come and pick me up in his new car, so we could have a little talk. I stupidly agreed.
His car was as flash as him. It was all chrome and sparkly bits but nothing much else. All top show, my father would have called it. He took me to his bachelor pad in town and said, “You have been a very naughty girl and must be punished!”
I didn’t know what to say. I just stood there looking at the carpet, wondering how far this was going to go. What did he mean by punishment?
He soon answered that and said, “Come and lay across my knee. You need a good spanking …. Or would you rather I talk to my sister? I’m sure she would be proud of the girl she had put through college, working in a strip joint.”
Walking across the room in a sort of daze, I knelt at his side and lowered myself across his knees. He pulled me roughly across his lap and slapped my backside so hard it made me scream. He told me to thank him for each slap but how I got the words out I will never know. The second one was just as hard, and then he pulled up my skirt baring my bum cheeks. I had only a thong on.
“Very nice,” he said, and brought his hand down onto my bare flesh. This was even worse than through my skirt. It stung like hell, first one cheek then the other. How many times he slapped me I don’t know, but my bum was on fire. I could feel a strange sensation creeping into my pussy, like a sort of mini climax starting to grow. Was I getting off on being slapped?
I could feel that wetness growing in my pussy. Oh god! I hope he didn’t notice it but there was little chance of him missing anything. He was, after all, looking straight at my almost naked ass. I forgot to thank him as the feeling grew inside me.
He stopped and said, “Why didn’t you thank me, young lady. You realise I shall have to start again, don’t you?” I felt my bum stinging with a very hard blow from his hand.
I thanked him and he continued to thrash me with his bare hand. He stopped again, and said, “What’s that strange smell?” He probed around my pussy and held his fingers to his nose. He laughed and said, “You are getting horny on this aren’t you Amber? You like me smacking your naked bum as much as I like spanking it for you!”
He pushed me off his lap and said, “Bend over the back of the sofa.” I did as he told me because I was afraid that, if I didn’t, he would tell my mother about my new job. He pulled my thong down to my knees and stuck his fingers up me, using his other hand to continue spanking me, as he fingered my pussy so roughly and so sexily.
I knew I couldn’t stop the feelings he was creating deep inside my body. I was going to cum, and there was nothing I could do about it. He probed so deep inside me that I just burst into a fantastic orgasm, the juice pouring over his hand as he continued to finger fuck me. Keeping me on the point of climax for ages, he stopped at last, telling me to tidy myself up.
He said, “We are going out to lunch, and you will be a good girl all day or suffer the consequences.” I went to pull my thong up but he said, “No, leave that off, you won’t need that today!”
Tucking it in my handbag, I hoped for the chance to slip it on when he wasn’t around, perhaps going to the ladies where he couldn’t follow. But he told to leave my bag as I wouldn’t need that either. We got into his flash car and he took me to a posh restaurant on the outskirts of town. He was obviously known, because the head waiter immediately took him to a corner table, and said, “Your usual table, sir.”
We sat facing the other tables. Most of them were full of couples looking like expense account romances. Many of the girls looked half the age of their companions, not so different to us. But I was Geoff’s sister’s child, and he had just spanked me and given me a climax.
I felt his hand on my leg – not just above the knee but almost up to my pussy. He smiled and said, “Just enjoy it, little niece. You will learn to be a good girl or die trying.”
His fingers were just entering me as the waiter came for our orders. He didn’t stop, just kept fingering me as he ordered lunch. The waiter didn’t give any sign he knew what was going on under the table cloth, but it was so embarrassing to be felt up by my uncle in public. This was why he wouldn’t allow me to put my thong back on. He had intended to do this to me.
I think I told you earlier in the story that I come very quickly when my clitty is rubbed – especially in places where I shouldn’t have been doing it. Like in the dorm at school and on the bus, in the back seat when I was the only one left on long journeys. I was a naughty girl. Perhaps I deserved this humiliation in public, to teach me the error of my ways.
But he was bringing to that point of no return. I whispered in his ear, “Please stop, you are making me come.”
He smiled and said, “Yes, I am aren’t I?” The pressure got harder. I gritted my teeth to try to stop myself from climaxing but it only made it worse. I was going to have to let him bring me off, in this restaurant full of people. I almost exploded as it hit me like an express train. I bit my tongue to try to stop myself from screaming out loud. It sort of muffled it to a loud moan.
I could see people staring at me sitting there with my face screwed up in ecstasy, trying so hard not to let it show. But he didn’t stop, he kept me on the very edge of my seat, fingering deeper as I wriggled my bum on the chair.
The waiter returned with our food, and this prevented him from continuing with his humiliation of his young niece. He just sat and ate his food without comment, as if nothing had happened. I couldn’t eat. I was so frightened of what he had in mind for afters, but he paid for the dinner and said, “Come, we will go for a walk in the park.”
I walked beside him to the pond in the centre of the big park. He touched my bum every now and then, just to make me aware of my nakedness under my short skirt. His fingers curled like they did when I was only a schoolgirl, touching my pussy, telling me how wet I was, proving how much I was enjoying this.
He stopped behind some small bushes and sat down, taking my hand, pulling me down beside him. He pushed my skirt up, baring my sex for all to see. There were only a few old men walking their dogs so it wasn’t so bad. I hoped their eyesight was as poor as their walking. That would give me some degree of privacy.
But two of them walked past for the second time, both much closer, looking straight at me — or, rather, straight at my bare pussy. I felt so exposed and vulnerable; this was hundreds of times worse than parading for Rupert in his dressing room.
As the dirty old men paraded past for the third time, uncle told me to sit with my legs open. “Show them your cute little pussy,” he instructed.
He didn’t need to threaten me again, I knew if I didn’t comply with his instructions I would be in serious trouble with my parents. This was bad, but nothing to the shame I would have to endure if he told my mum what I had been doing for the last few days.
The men came so close they could have touched me. I cringed at the smell of their filthy ragged clothes. They were most disreputable old men I had seen close up for a long time. I suppose they must have been tramps, or at least beggars. Uncle had his hand on my knee, making sure my legs were wide apart, giving those men the best view they might have ever had. I can’t imagine many young girls as pretty and cute as I was, letting them perve at her private bits like this.
I was still sitting up at this point, but Uncle pushed me back so I was lying down. He lifted my skirt right up to my waist and said to the old men, “What do you think I should do with that?” touching my wet and throbbing pussy.
The crude comments flew: “Stick your prick up it,” one said.
Another said, “Why don’t you let me show you what to do with it?”
Uncle laughed and said, “I might let you have sloppy second, but I’m going to be the first.”
Was this horrible man going to fuck me in front of these filthy old men and perhaps let them take me as well? I sort of knew I was going to have to fuck Uncle Geoff because it was obvious what he wanted, and had wanted to do to me for a long time. All his touching was in preparation for this moment. He had found my weakness and was exploiting it to the fullest.
He rolled onto his back and told me to get his cock out. I fumbled with his belt and then the button on the top of his trousers. The zip slid down and his cock reared up like a bloody flag pole. God! It was big and so grotesque, all red and inflamed, nothing like the boys I had dated in college. Theirs were pink and quite cute, nothing like this huge thing.
He told me to ride him, pushing me up on top of him, and then guiding me down until his big hard cock was nudging at my entrance. He pushed his hips up, penetrating me so deeply. He said, “Well, get riding girl. This is your treat for being so bad.”
I rocked forwards, trying to hide my nakedness from these dirty old men, but he gripped my shoulders and held me back, forcing his cock even deeper. Did he know I would not be able to resist having a climax, despite the horrible situation he had put me in? He slapped my ass telling me to ride him like he was a horse; well he was hung like one, wasn’t he?
Uncle Geoff then pushed the front of my top up, showing the men I had no bra on. He had made me leave that at his flat as well. They stared at my firm young tits as if they had never seen anything like them before. He said, “Why don’t you grab her nipples; she likes that, don’t you Amber?”
Two of them didn’t need any second telling and grabbed a tit each, pulling my nipples so hard, griping them tight and rolling them between their fingers. I closed my eyes hoping I could shut out the sight and smell of these disgusting old men, but it didn’t work. They were doing terrible things to me, but my body, so traitorous, was responding to them, getting nearer and nearer to my peak.
I really didn’t want to be here with these men. I wanted to be home in the safety of my parents, but my body was actually enjoying this bizarre situation. If my mind had taken control I would have slapped them all and made a run for it. But my body was in charge, it was taking me to places I have never even considered before this moment.
As my climax got nearer I started to enjoy this outrageous sex, even the rough old men pulling at my poor little tits. Most of all though, that huge cock was probing the depths of my pussy, going deeper that anything had ever gone before. It was touching something deep inside me that I hadn’t known existed, it was like a trigger, sending shock waves through my body.
Bringing my climax closer with every thrust, he drove up to meet me, filling me so full and even then I wanted more. Was this what I really needed, or was it just the fact I had no choice, as he was blackmailing me into this? I do know the answer to that question, but didn’t learn it till much later with a different man, whom I loved and still do.
I crashed into the biggest orgasm of my young life, collapsing on top of his knees. But he roughly pulled me up to a sitting position again, telling me he hadn’t come yet. I could stop when he told me to, not before. Oh god! I was so tired; three climaxes already today and so many at that club with Julie over the past few days. I needed to rest but his hand across my bum told me to find some energy from somewhere deep inside me. I felt like I was running a marathon and was forcing myself to finish.
I knew I should hate this and loathe Uncle Geoff for treating me this way, but my body was responding in a very different way. It was getting off seriously on this bizarre sex and my climax was not abating as he made me keep riding him, with sharp slaps every time I slowed down or faltered in my stroke.
At last he grunted like a pig and I felt my pussy flooded with his cum. Thank god I had gone on the pill at college, because he was pumping me so full. I could feel it oozing out round his huge cock, dribbling down between my legs. I had perverse pleasure in knowing it was running down his testicles as well. He was making a mess of himself.
That pleasure was short lived as well, because he pushed me off and said, “Now clean up the mess you have made.” Thinking he wanted me to mop up his cum with a tissue I felt in my pocket for some. But he said, “No, use your tongue.”
I turned to look at him spread-eagled on the ground, his arms and legs making a cross. If only he was nailed to it! He told me to kneel down and lick up all the cum I had made him shoot. It was my mess so I had to clean it up. Kneeling down, with three dirty old men standing looking on, wasn’t something I really wanted to do, but I knew I must.
My Uncle had me over the proverbial barrel. He knew whatever he told me to do I would comply with, because I couldn’t face the shame of him telling my parents that I had worked in what was little more than a strip club. I had to earn enough money to buy a party dress, but what a poor excuse that would have been to a woman who had served at table in a sleazy café, to pay for me to be educated.
I knelt down, my bum sticking out in invitation to those filthy old men, hoping, and yes, even praying that they had used me enough for one day. I must have been kidding myself. I had hardly started to lick up Uncle’s cum when a hand felt my wet pussy. The comments were outrageous, suggestions of having sex with me. Well that’s the polite version of what they were discussing. Thank god, none of them could get it up hard enough to penetrate me, but that didn’t stop them from trying. Their semi soft cocks were nudging my pussy, trying to get it up me. But for once this day things were going for me.
I will admit to clenching my pussy so tight it hurt, to stop them from getting it into me. I think that might have made the difference, prevented me from getting gang banged outside in this park. The taste of his cum wasn’t so bad, in fact it was much better than I had feared, salty and rank but not horrible. At last he was clean and I told him I had finished.
He said, “You’d better be right. I don’t want these new trousers stained with your juices.”
I had only just realised he was commando, no pants. Why didn’t I notice that when I pulled them down for him? Perhaps I had other things on my mind!
Tidying my clothes as best I could, he walked me back to his car, telling me he was taking me home. I hoped he meant my home. I really didn’t want to go back to his flat, I had seen quite enough of that for a while… like for the rest of my life.
We drove out to my parent’s farm in silence. I didn’t know what to say to him, except beg him not to tell mum about my job. As we turned in the gate with only a few hundred yards to go he said, “You have had the first part of your punishment, but don’t think you are free yet. I have other things in mind for you, young lady. Perhaps you might learn not to be so prude when your old Uncle touches your precious little bum, by the time I’m finished with you.”
As we got out of the car he changed into the usual jolly Uncle he had been all of my life, but his hand on my bum as we climbed the steps was a reminder of my precarious position. His fingers were probing as deep as possible into my still unprotected pussy. I gritted my teeth and bore it with as much grace as I could muster.
He greeted my parents as usual. I went off to get a shower and change. I could still smell those dirty old men on my clothes and my body. My titties were still on fire from their mauling. The warm water and the scent of the shower cream helped to relieve the pain, and clean the stink off me as it flowed over my pert little tits and down my tummy, trickling off my pussy. Even that felt strange without hair. I stood under the shower for a long time, both luxuriating in its’ warmth and thinking about what the hell I was going to do. He had me over that barrel and I knew he wouldn’t let me out of his clutches any time soon.
Dressed and looking like my old self I joined him and my mum and dad in the dining room. Mum smiled and said Geoff had been telling them about a wonderful job opportunity in his company and he wanted me to have it. The bastard had trapped me again!
“Yes,” Uncle Geoff said, “I wanted to talk to your parents before offering it to you but I know you won’t refuse, will you Amber? It’s a wonderful job as my personal assistant. My last girl has left to get married and I need someone I can trust and who better than family?”
He was smiling, like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth.
There was no way I could get out of this. He had me by the short and curlies. If I refused, my parents would want to know why, and if I accepted, I was in for the hardest time of my young life. His smile, as he turned to me, was like a lion in the zoo, all teeth and threats. I shook at the prospect of being at his beck and call every day.
Then he dropped the bombshell, and said, “To save Amber trying to find a flat in town, or commuting every day, she can stay at my place. It’s plenty big enough for the two of us.”
Mum thought that was an excellent idea and told me how lucky I was to find something so challenging and still be with my family. It was perfect, she claimed. I had been railroaded into this terrible situation and there was nothing I could do about it.
Uncle Geoff spent most of the evening telling me what my duties would be in his company. It appeared that there was a real job on offer so it might not be so bad. Aren’t I the eternal optimist? But he said we could work out the finer details on Monday, when he offered to come out to the farm and pick me up. “As you will have so much to carry it would be impossible on the bus,” he said. He really intended me to move in with him.
I lay awake all night wondering how I could get out of this situation. What options did I have? I could tell mum and dad what I had done, confess my stupidity, and even tell them that Uncle Geoff was blackmailing me. But would they believe me? Geoff was mum’s favourite brother. He was younger than her by some ten years. When her mother died quite young, she helped to bring him up; she looked on him as her own child.
What other alternatives were there? I could try to run away, but where to? Would I be jumping out of the frying pan into the fire? How does a pretty young girl make out on her own? My first attempts were a bit of a disaster weren’t they, okay? So I had looks and brains. That isn’t enough out there in the big bad world. You need to be street wise and have some experience.
At last, as dawn was breaking, I resolved to do what I had to do. Go live and work with Uncle Geoff and take the consequences of my foolishness in working at that club. The six hundred pounds I made in four days seemed like small change to what it was going to cost me long term.
Mum had breakfast ready, and then the horn on Uncle’s car heralded my sentence. She kissed me, and said, “Now you be a good girl for your Uncle, won’t you dear?”
If only I had the courage to tell her what a good girl had to do for Uncle Geoff. Geoff picked up my bags and loaded them into the trunk of his car, telling me not to dally, to get in the car, we had work to do.
All the way to his office he talked about my duties. My head was swimming with the amount of information, I was getting so confused. The fear of what my life was going to be like and the lack of sleep were combining to make me light headed.
Arriving at the office, he introduced me to the staff as his new assistant. I got mostly hostile stares from my new co-workers though, not the friendly greeting I had hoped for. He showed me my office. It was small but very tastefully furnished, with the very latest equipment. The job, at least, was real and looked as if it could be interesting.
My qualifications were in business studies. So I knew, given time and patience, I could master this job. But it was frightening, almost as frightening as the prospect of moving into Uncle’s flat after work tonight. The day went quickly, with Uncle only coming into my office a couple of times. Both were legitimate; requests for files or letters to be typed, the more private ones. Most of his letters were done by the pool downstairs.
I went to the ladies, and as I walked in two of the girls from the typing pool were talking about me. They shut up as soon as they saw me. I tried to ask them if there was a problem, but they wouldn’t say anything. Later, during a break, I asked one of the older women if I had done something wrong. She told me to meet her in the canteen later and she would tell me what was wrong.
I waited till Geoff went out for his lunch, telling me he would be gone for an hour or more. I went to the canteen, calling for this older woman on my way. She took me to a corner table and said, “What are you doing here? The girl who did that job was sacked on Friday for no good reason. She was a very good secretary and the only reason she had to go was to make room for you. What are you? His little bit on the side?”
“No,” I replied, “I’m his niece. I have just finished college and he offered me the job. He said his previous girl was leaving to have a baby.”
The look on her face told me she was not lying. She said, “The poor girl isn’t married, and was the only young girl who wouldn’t sleep with your so-called Uncle. He has tried it on with every girl under thirty, and even some of the older women. He’s what we used to call a screw, in my young days.”
I sat there with my mouth open. Was this the man my mother thought of as her favourite brother? She would die if she heard this woman talk like that about him. She said, “You really didn’t know did you my dear?”
I said, “I didn’t even know he had this business until a few weeks ago and the job was offered to me only last night. But he told my parents before he told me and sort of made out it was a big favour. He has arranged for me to live at his flat.”
She took my hand in hers and said, “You poor girl. I hope you know what you have let yourself in for, because he’s as bad as they come. If he didn’t pay over the rate, no-one would work for him. If there is anything I can do to help you please ask, you are going to need it. I’m sure of that. He’s pure poison.”
I went back to my office thinking about what Molly had said, hoping I could somehow use it to my advantage. Was there hope, light at the end of the tunnel?
All afternoon I was in a daze not really paying much attention to my work, but there was no one to see. Uncle Geoff hadn’t returned at all. At about four thirty the phone rang. It was him, he had been held up. He told me to get a taxi to his flat and he would see me later. I imagined how he had been held up – some woman I was sure, but that could be in my favour perhaps. If he had spent the afternoon with some other girl, he would leave me alone tonight. I could at least hope.
The cabbie dropped me off. I wondered how I was to get into his flat, I had no key, but the concierge let me in. Uncle had phoned and told him I was arriving. The flat was as I remembered, really smart and flash, but not very homely. Dare I make it more like a place where people lived? I cooked some rice and made myself some dinner. But I couldn’t eat. The worry of what was to come was so real, sitting alone in that place that felt like being in a prison.
It felt like a life sentence. Was he going to keep me here indefinitely, or just until he got fed up with me? Perhaps he only wanted me short term, but it didn’t look that way. Why had he moved me into his flat if he was not thinking long term? God, how long could that be, the rest of my life being punished for one silly mistake.
I phoned mum and talked to her. She was so excited about my new job, and so confident that Geoff would look after me. If only I had the guts to tell her, that her darling brother was nothing more than a user, who preyed on any young girl – even his sister’s child.
I heard him come into the lobby and rang off, telling mum I would call her tomorrow, dreading what was to come. He walked in and asked me, “Have you eaten?”
I replied, “Yes, I made some rice.”
He turned his nose up, and said, “Order me some Chinese. You know what I like.”
I did know, because he was always telling us how good this local Chinese restaurant was and how he ordered the same meal quite often. The number was on his pad by the phone. I called them and ordered his supper.
I could hear the shower running and hoped he was tired enough to go to bed on his own. But I was kidding myself, he called me and I obeyed him walking into the bathroom. He handed me his sponge and said, “Wash my back for me.” No ‘please’, no grace whatsoever.
I soaped his broad back and his rather cute looking bum. He turned and said, “You made a good job of the back, now do the front. Pay special attention to my bits.”
I started on his chest, getting lower and lower, not wanting to do it but knowing I had no choice. He said, “Get on with it, girl, or I shall have to punish you again like I did Sunday.” I used the sponge to rub around his semi-erect cock but he said, “Leave the sponge; your hands are better for that job.”
I again did as he told me, dropping the sponge into the shower tray and massaging his huge cock with my bare hands. Oh no! It was growing and growing, getting bigger by the second. He said, “That’s right, you know how to do it, go on more.”
He made me stand in the splash of the water and wank his big horrible cock until it spurted all over my clean clothes. I was disgusted. This was so gross, a hundred times worse that what the men at the club did – and I got paid for that. But that was only the beginning.
He said, “Get out of those wet clothes, you will catch a cold.” He watched me as I stripped, ogling my body as each part became naked. I felt like I was in a strip show. He loved making me feel so humiliated.
The door bell rang; it must have been the delivery of his supper. Uncle shouted grumpily, “Well, don’t just stand there, go and answer the door.”
I grabbed for his towel wrap hanging on the back of the door. He snatched it away from me saying, “You weren’t so shy at that club were you?”
I walked to the door and opened it just wide enough to take the food but he wanted paying. Uncle shouted, “Let him in, I will get his money.”
I stepped back and the delivery men pushed the door open, his eyes taking in my body from head to toe, not missing anything. His eyes were out on stalks as he ogled me. He obviously liked my titties best, because he kept coming back to them every time, staring at the little pink buds that shamefully had grown while wanking him off. Geoff walked through, with a robe around him, tented in front by the monster he called a cock. It was so grotesque it should have been in a horror show, not sticking out of his groin.
The delivery man smiled, and said, “She’s the best one yet Mr Geoff. I would like to have a go at her when you’ve finished, not that I could please her after she’s had your weapon. I wouldn’t touch the sides.” He laughed and took his money.
I felt so degraded and wanted to cry, but I was not going to let either of them see how much this scenario had affected me.
He put his supper on the table and sat down, his robe hanging open, showing his big ugly cock. He said, “Why don’t you kneel under the table and give me some tongue while I’m eating my supper?”
I had hoped that he had been satisfied with his afternoon dalliance. I crawled under the table, my head bumping as I tried to get his cock in my mouth. He shouted, “Well, get on with it girl unless you want your ass whipped.”
My jaws ached from trying to get it in, it was just too big. I struggled to accommodate more than half of it, until he put his hand on the back of my head and pushed me down, forcing it down my throat, gagging me. He laughed and said, “You will get used to it in time, but for now just do it, because you don’t want another sore ass, do you Amber?”
Trying to do as he wanted, as best I could, I gagged and choked on the nasty old thing until he grunted and filled my mouth and deep down my throat with more of his dirty cum. He held my head tight down till I almost fainted from the lack of oxygen, laughing all the time. He was really enjoying making me suffer.
At last he let me free, telling me I better go to bed as he had a big day for me tomorrow. Was that all for tonight? I so hoped it was, but you know how my luck runs by now – all bad.
He told me the spare room was mine and he said he would bring my things up from the car later. I had nothing but what I was wearing earlier, so went to bed in my bra and panties, which I had worn all day. It wasn’t very hygienic but safer than being naked in this house.
I had just drifted off to sleep when he came in with my suitcases. He threw them on the bed, waking me, and said, “Move over. I’m going to fuck you to sleep tonight, little stuck-up niece.”
I had expected him to climb on top of me as my previous boyfriend had, but he turned me on my side, facing away from him and bent me in half, so my bum was sticking out towards him. He fingered me for a few minutes and made me wet. I wanted to not get ready for him, but then realised he was going to have me whatever I did. So it was better to let him excite me as it would go in easier; maybe not hurt as much as yesterday.
Two of his fat fingers were reaming deep into my poor little pussy, driving me towards a climax I didn’t want to have. But, despite him being my rapist, I couldn’t help my body responding to him. Oh my god! I was almost there then he stopped and slapped my bum so hard I screamed out loud.
He laughed and said, “No one will hear as these flats are soundproofed.” He then forced his cock into me, one hand going under my hip, the other gripping the uppermost thigh and, pulling me back, onto him he rammed it right home.
I thought he was going to split me in two. It was so painful and he was so cruel. He was enjoying not only the fact he was fucking his pretty little niece, against her wishes, but he loved hurting me as well. He wanted to hear me scream as he powered that monster deeper and deeper into me. I couldn’t deny him that pleasure, as it tore deep into my body making me cry out with each thrust.
My body was hurting as never before, but it was responding to him, pushing back to meet his lustful strokes. It had taken over from my conscious mind and was doing something I didn’t want it to do. My body was betraying me yet again; I could feel the ache of my orgasm building deep inside me as he entered my body deeper than anything had ever gone. So deep, it felt as if he was right inside my tummy.
But again my body was defying my mind, and loving the sensations he was causing. My peak was only seconds away. How could this much pain be so enjoyable? Even my head was telling me this was good. If only I had more input, more choice, even a tiny bit of control, but my climax came whatever I wanted, and it was so big I felt my senses swoon. I almost passed out with the passion he was creating deep, oh! so deep inside me.
His breathing was rough and ragged as he drove himself on, filling every last centimetre of me with his huge cock. I couldn’t help thinking about what he had been doing all afternoon. Probably some other girl he had a hold over had been subjected to his will. I wondered if she had climaxed as hard and wonderfully as he had made me, and was still making me.
Wave after wave of lust swept over me, taking any last vestige of resistance away from me. He had claimed my body and, damn, my mind as well. I wanted this as much as he obviously did. How could something that started as a punishment be so wonderful, so totally consuming, so bloody good?
As much as I hated him and the fact that I had no choice, I was loving this. I was being fucked as never before. The boys I had dated at college were like children playing at make love compared to this fantastic lover. No, lover is not the right word, he was not loving me. He was fucking me, using me to both satiate his lust and to dominate me in the worst possible way. But I couldn’t help myself from wanting it more and more.
He gave a very satisfied grunt and filled me with his seed yet again. How much could this man cum? That would be three times in less that two hours and I felt just as full of his stuff as that first time in the park. It was oozing out of me again, covering his cock with a mixture of his cum and my juices. I knew what was coming next, I didn’t need telling. As he pulled it out of me, I turned and took his big nasty cock in my mouth to suck him clean.
Uncle Geoff rolled onto his back, telling me to make sure it was clean before I stopped. Thank goodness it was wilting. I had thoughts of him doing it again. I really didn’t know if I could take that much sex twice in one night. My tummy was still turning over from the effects of his brutal fucking.
I lifted my head from his groin and looked up at him; the smile on his face said it all. He knew how much he had satisfied me, but he also knew he had dominated me completely.
The self satisfaction he showed spoiled the pleasure he had given me. He slapped my naked bum very hard, saying, “You are learning young lady, but there is a lot more for you to learn yet.”
Pulling the covers over me, I tried to sleep. The good feelings he had created were giving way to the disgust at both him and me, for allowing him to make me come so easily and so fully. I had always been a fighter, never rolling over to the opposition, but he had made me his plaything so simply and without much effort on his part. I felt so wretched as I eventually drifted off to sleep.
It was morning again so quickly. His loud voice was calling me to get up, we had work to do. I couldn’t lie in bed all day. I looked at the clock beside my bed; it was only just six o’ clock. A quick breakfast and off to work, at least that was something I did enjoy for myself. I felt good at doing a proper job, and knew I was putting my mother’s sacrifice to some useful purpose.
Again Mr Geoff, as he insisted on being called, went out for lunch. I had been planning all morning and, as soon as I saw his flash car going out onto the road, I went and found Molly. I wanted to ask her some very important questions. We went to the canteen but I wanted complete privacy for what I needed to know. I asked her if there was somewhere we could go that was more secluded. She smiled and said, “Come with me my dear.”
She led me out of the building and round to the big courtyard where the cars were parked. She went through the cars and out onto a big grass area, sitting down on the ground. She said, “This is as private as you can get. What can I do for you?”
I started stuttering and mixing my words up. I was both embarrassed and excited but she calmed me down and got the whole story out of me. When she realised what I wanted, her eyes lit up. She said, “You have the right idea there, that’s about the only way of bringing him under control.”
Molly agreed to help me and we went back into the office, both much happier. Me because I could see some light, some hope at the end of the tunnel, and her because she simply hated him for what he had done to so many young girls at his company. I had some lunch in the canteen and some of the girls actually spoke to me. This was better than yesterday, but I didn’t know Molly had been talking to them. They now knew I was being used, just as so many of them had been in the past.
Back in my office I worked hard and the afternoon went so quickly. I didn’t want to go back to his flat but I had no choice, knowing he would take me and make my body betray my loathing of him. No matter how hard I tried, he would take me to that special place again if he wanted to. There was nothing I could do about that, I felt like a moth drawn to the flame. That would be my destruction.
I got a taxi back to his flat again. He wasn’t in, so I made myself some food. I wasn’t hungry I but needed to do something to take my mind off him and what he would make me do this evening. I spent some time on the phone to mum telling her the good bits, wanting to cry for help, ask her to get dad to come and get me. Take me home, away from this wicked man who had so forcefully entrapped me, both physically and sexually. Because I knew he had done something to me. I wanted his horrible old cock inside me, almost as much as I wanted to chop it off.
I had only just hung up the phone when it rang. It was Uncle Geoff, telling me he wouldn’t be home as he had some business to attend to that would take all night. The way he said it made me shudder. I knew he was with another woman and to my horror I was jealous. How could I be envious of any woman who took him away from me? However, it gave me one night to myself when I didn’t have to succumb to his will, his devious little tricks and his hard stinging slaps.
I went to bed early, setting the alarm to six a.m., not wanting to get into trouble for being late. I slept like a log, but had several dreams – all of them involving Uncle Geoff. None of them were very pleasant, just more of his humiliation and his violent sex. I woke up before the alarm went off, my body covered with a sheen of sweat. I felt as if I had had a nightmare, but perhaps it was just the nightmare I was living, repeating itself in my sleep.
Having a shower, and getting dressed without him there, were the first pleasures I had since leaving my home on Monday morning. I took extra care with my appearance. I wanted to look my best today. I wore panties, something he had forbidden at work or at home. Even that defiant little step made me feel better, and booking the taxi to work to his account was another little victory for me.
I was the first one in. The security guard smiled, and said, “You must be keen today.”
He didn’t know how keen I was, not to work but to see if Molly had done as she had promised. About eight o clock my phone rang. It was Uncle Geoff again. He said he wouldn’t be in until later, he had some unfinished business. He said it with a sort of smirk in his voice, which told me he was subjecting some other girl to his devious sexual practices.
Molly came into my office and put a bundle of papers on my desk. She said, “Now get them copied, and put the originals somewhere safe where he can’t find them.” I thanked her and asked her to thank the girl who had written them for me. She emphasised, “Don’t leave the originals in this building,” then added, “Do you have a solicitor?”
I didn’t but knew my dad did, so I copied the letters and phoned the dispatcher to collect them.
A phone call to dad’s solicitor and it was all set. I had the weapon to fight back at last. It was with some trepidation I handed those precious letters to the courier on the motor bike, to take them to safety. I had done it right under my uncle’s nose and without him suspecting a thing. I copied them all again and posted them to my parents home, in my name, knowing they would never open anything addressed to me.
It was almost lunch time when Uncle Geoff eventually appeared. His smug grin said it all. He had either been with a whore or another poor girl like me, who he had some stranglehold on. Had she done something stupid like me and was being blackmailed into giving him whatever he wanted?
He called me into his office later that afternoon to take some dictation. He said, “Come and stand here,” indicating a spot right beside his chair. I knew he was going to grope me but he was in for a shock. He slid his hand up the back of my leg, as casually as if we were lovers in private, not his niece, in his office where other people could come in and find me stuck onto his fingers.
He reached my panties and stopped. He said, “What the hell do you think you are doing? I told you not to wear those things at work, in fact I told you to destroy them all. Do you want to go across me knee again, or shall I take you to the park and let those old tramps have you for their dinner?”
I slapped his hand away and said, “Your rules don’t apply any more. I have something you need to read before you see anything else.” I took the folded sheets out of the back of my shorthand book and dropped them on his blotter.
He read them in silence, me still standing right beside him where he had told me to stand. He put the papers down, and looked up at me. He spoke in a voice I hadn’t heard before. There was real fear in his tone. He said, “I underestimated you Amber. You are more like me that I care to admit. What do you intend to do?”
I walked round his desk until I was facing him across its width, then I leaned my hands onto the surface. I had forgotten how good I was at acting. I starred in several shows at college.
“Well, Uncle Geoff, the tables have turned. I am not going to be your plaything any longer. You will not dare talk to my mother now, because there is a copy of these sitting at home right now, posted this morning and addressed to me. The originals are lodged with dad’s solicitor. You cannot get to them, and if you breathe a word about that stupid job I took, I will sell those documents to the newspapers.
It will finish you, both as a business man and as my mothers favourite little brother. You will reinstate that poor girl you sacked to get me here, and give me a job as your chief executive, something more in line with my qualifications, and the salary to go with it. I will make sure you never again subject any girl to the torment you have made me suffer. Do you understand the conditions of my proposal?”
He couldn’t look me in the eyes as he muttered, “Yes I get the picture.”
“Oh!” I added, “And one other thing. For mum’s sake I intend to stay at your flat for the foreseeable future. But you will behave like the honourable uncle my mother thinks you are, or suffer the consequences.”
We went home in his car. He was quiet and subdued, not his usual chatty self, not telling me how I was going to get slapped or how he was going to use me as he had in the past. He even suggested we went out for a meal together. I showered and walked through his lounge in nothing more than a skimpy dressing gown. That would have been nigh fatal only twenty four hour ago.
Getting dressed to out for dinner was the most pleasant thing I had done for a long time, choosing a pretty dress that showed off my body to its very best. The neck line was a bit daring but I wanted him to suffer. I needed him to see what he wasn’t going to get. Coupled with silk stockings held up with suspenders, another of his favourites, I was going to show him what he had missed out on.
I even put on my highest heels, making my legs look longer than they already were, stretching the muscles to tone them beyond their normal slimness. I walked into the lounge again. He was waiting, dressed in a smart blazer and slacks, he was a handsome devil. I just needed to remember he was the very devil, not the suave sophisticated man he looked.
The hotel he took me to was fabulous. The food was divine, the bill outrageous, but he could afford it. He owed me big time. We drove back to his flat, well, our flat now if I held my nerve. I said good night to Uncle Geoff and went to bed. I knew how much he wanted me. It was in his eyes, like a hungry lion, and to be honest I wanted him.
Striping off those clothes was a luxury, not having to fear him walking in on me, and slipping naked under the cool sheets was so nice. But my pussy was aching again. I rubbed my clitty for a while making myself cum, but it was so ordinary, nothing like the fantastic sex I had experienced for the past few days. I had to admit to myself I wanted him.
I was determined to not give in, making my fingers do the work, driving me towards another orgasm. Would this be a substitute for his big nasty old cock? I knew the answer to that but would not let myself say it, not even in my head. Drifting off to sleep, still not satisfied, I needed to find a boyfriend to keep me away from Uncle Geoff, to give me something to cling to in those dangerous moments.
But all my mates, all the boys who would have gladly taken away the feelings of frustration I had, were hundreds of miles away in the town my old college was situated. I had lost touch with the local lads for a long time now and didn’t like many of them when I did know them. Even my old girl friend seemed so estranged to me now.
My alarm woke me at six. I got up and showered, not bothering to cover myself. I wandered through the lounge naked, showing him the prize he had lost. It seemed so easy in daylight. It was at night in the dark I was so vulnerable. He looked at me with pure lust but restrained himself by saying, “Do want some breakfast here or shall we pick something up on the way in?”
I dressed in my usual work clothes but left my panties in the drawer, wanting to know I was as available as that first day. Not to him, though, he would never know. But I would, and that was my intention – to be as skimpily dressed as he had instructed me but knowing he daren’t touch me. It would be another little victory for me.
Stopping at the deli he bought some croissants and other, expensive, specialities. We went into the office. The first thing he did was phone Sally, the girl he sacked because she wouldn’t go to bed with him, to offer her the job back. Then he called his builders and told them to refurbish the old office next door that wasn’t being used. He told me to direct them to do what I wanted done. He had capitulated completely.
I almost felt sorry for him. Sally arrived, looking very apprehensive. I took her to one side and told her it would be different from now on. She was to talk to me if Uncle Geoff tried anything on with her, or made her suffer in any way. I went down to the typing pool and told all the girls there I was now the chief executive, and that any problems should come to me. There would be no more problems with my Uncle.
My last call was to Molly. She had given me the ammunition I needed to stop him and she was the best friend I had ever known. We sat for a long time talking about how things had been and how unhappy most of the girls were. She was delighted with my account of dinner last night, especially when I told her how I dolled myself up like a tart to make it more painful for him. She warned me to be careful, he was a devious old devil, and to watch my back. But I knew just how to tame Uncle Geoff!
The next few days flew by. It was the weekend already and I was looking forward to going home to see mum and dad. I had missed them, despite all those years away at college. I loved living at the farm – it was so quiet and peaceful. Uncle Geoff offered to drive me out there but I decided to go on the bus. I needed time to think, to get my mind in gear. There were still a lot of things I wasn’t sure about.
I received a rapturous welcome, and when we sat down to tea, as mum still called it. Dad said, “We know where you worked for a short while before your Uncle came to your rescue, but don’t worry. We understand you young people have to do things that we older parents don’t understand. Just be thankful your Uncle Geoff found you in time.”
I was astounded. How on earth did they find out? It was obvious someone had recognised me and delighted in telling my dad that I had been seen working in a sleazy, if very expensive club. The way they accepted it was the biggest shock. It was as if it didn’t matter.
Mum asked how I was getting along with my Uncle. I tried to hide my pleasure in having mastered him in less than a week, but it was hopeless in front of these people who knew me as well, if not better than I knew myself. Mum said, “Just don’t let him take advantage of you. He can be very selfish.”
If only she knew just how selfish he really was, or perhaps that could be, and had been.
I phoned Geoff and told him I would be late in on Monday as the first bus didn’t arrive until about ten in town. He offered to come to collect me, but I refused, saying I wanted to stay Sunday night with my parents. I was milking this for all it was worth. Besides, I slept so well in my bed at the farm because he wasn’t in the next room with that monster between his legs, calling silently to me, making me want to go to him. I felt safe here.
Monday morning I arrived at work to find the builders wrecking the room, stripping out all the furnishings and the old oak panelling that had been there since the building was put up. I wandered around, not really knowing what to do with myself. I didn’t have any work to do, and nowhere to do it if I had.
Geoff asked me to go to lunch with him, to discuss my duties at work he quickly added. We sat in a lovely little French restaurant, discussing my new job, the second in only a week, the fastest promotion on record. There was a real need for the new post, he said, as he needed more time to go out to meet new prospects.
Whether I was suitable for the job was debatable. I had no experience at all, just lots of qualifications and not much else, but he was willing to teach me. I shuddered at his use of that word. He had taught me something I didn’t know already and it was nagging at the back of my mind constantly.
Returning to his flat was another sharp reminder of some things that might be better never experienced. I couldn’t get his cock out of my mind. Later, we had a takeaway. Well, a ‘brought in’ would be a better description. The delivery man was much more respectful now I was dressed. I took a long hot shower, trying to get my head around the fact I wanted Uncle Geoff to take me again. Not as violently or as forcefully, but I still needed that big thing inside me again.
Wrapping a towel around me I went into the lounge sitting opposite him, looking at the lust in his eyes. He was trying so hard not to show his passion for my body. I let the towel slip, giving him a glimpse of my naked breasts.
He almost choked as he watched the towel slipping lower. He said, “Please Amber, don’t, I can’t take it, you are so desirable, and I want you so badly.”
I stood up, letting the towel drop to the floor and took his hand, leading him into my bedroom. I whispered in his ear as we laid on the bed, “This time do it for me, not just for you.”
He fondled me until I was absolutely gagging for it. I begged him to make love to me; then, as he continued to tease and excite me, I begged him to fuck me.
I was on my back, and my legs spread to give him access to my wet pussy. He eased himself between my legs and inserted his huge cock into me. It still hurt like hell as it stretched me wide open. But this was so much nicer. I was so wet and so willing. He slowly pushed more of his massive thing in me.
Oh god! I was coming already. He had me just where he wanted me, without the threats and the bullying. This was going to be something special, as he started to stroke his cock into me with a nice slow rhythm. I said, “Mum and dad know about my working at the club and are quite okay with it.”
He stopped, and froze, not moving a muscle, waiting for my next words. Had I dropped him in it?
I said, “If you make love to me so well and I sleep like a baby tonight, I will tell you the rest tomorrow.”
He did just that. It was so big, and still hurt, but it was so different not trying to prevent myself from showing how much I loved it. It was the biggest difference. I climaxed so many times I lost count; I fainted twice with the passion, and pure lust of his lovemaking.
All that was eighteen months ago. We now live in a nice big house. I still work at the office, but he spends most of his time out with clients. The business is booming because he doesn’t spend so much time trapping young girls into his bed. He has as much sex as he can handle at home. I have my own car that I have paid for from my salary. So now I feel totally liberated and free.
But most of all I have the best lover in the world. He will do anything to please me. I have destroyed those letters that would have put him behind bars for a long time. He watched me burn them and promised he would never return to his old ways. There is one thing I occasionally enjoy; that we walk out in the park where he first abused me. There we make love in full view of the old tramps. I even let them touch me with their filthy hands as I ride his big hard cock in public.