Uncle caught me playing with myself
Uncle Caught me playing with myself ...As I stood before him, the morning after, I briefly remembered how I found myself in this situation.About a month earlier I have been contacted by a mature Admirer who claimed he was my Uncle and that I should visit him one day for us to get to know each other better.
I dutifully responded to his email and arranged a day to visit and find out if he really was related?
We met one morning at his large house. I arrived suitcase in hand as instructed at exactly 10am. I have tottered up the drive way in my 6” heels and seamed stockings having been dropped off by the taxi driver.Come in he said as the door was opened. A fit greying haired man, my Uncle led me through to the lounge. Put your bag over there he said and let me look at you. I stood in the middle of the room, my skirt far too short for this first visit, my stocking tops clearly visible. My large breasts should have been covered more sensibly, instead I had foolishly opted for a balconette bra, forcing my huge pendulous breasts up and out in front of me. Clearly this was inappropriate when meeting a family member for the first time.
As I stood in the middle of the room, Uncle walked around me, telling me how proud he was of how I had turned out. He claimed to be my mother’s brother? She had never mentioned that she had a brother.After a few minutes of his admiring glances, his hand touched my leg. Gently at first, up my stocking, to the top and then onto my bare thigh and under my skirt.
Aren’t go going to give your uncle a kiss then, he asked. As I went to respond by turning towards him his lips met mine. Not in an uncle type peck on the cheek, but a full lips together, tongue down the throat experience. One hand up my skirt and the other found it’s way to my big breasts. His fingers probed the wired bra supporting my overflowing bosum. He pulled back, whilst keeping his hands in place and explained to me that we would need to meet regularly as we are family and that I could help him with certain needs that he had. I had no idea what he meant, but agreed. He had assured me he was my Uncle, after all.
I visited him weekly and bought different outfits and experimented with different make up and looks as he advised. One day he told me that my Aunty Doreen, of Doreen Fashions in Leytonstone would like to see me and that he had asked for her help in developing me to the next level as he described it?
I dutifully visited her shop and was delighted to be expected and looked after like a long lost daughter. I returned to Uncle’s house with a huge bag of new outfits and some sealed packages that she had said were for Uncles pleasure.
When I arrived back around lunchtime, he made me show him everything I had got. He sat, still in his dressing gown. He made me try each outfit on and commented approvingly, whilst also taking photos, just for the family album he said. Finally I had worn everything and all that was left was the sealed packages? He had me undo them.
As the boxes were opened and the items placed on the table in front of me I must have looked shocked. A large penis strap on sat proudly in the middle of the coffee table, surrounded by cuffs, different size butt plugs, a leather collar and lead, a metal leg spreader and even a metal yoke, with the ring for my neck and extended metal rods with wrist cuffs at either end. Aunty Doreen must feel you are ready for your next level of training, Uncle said. What could he mean?
I had visited him 3 times so far. Worn the outfits laid out for me, walked around in the shoes and boots he had asked me to. He simply had expressed his delight at seeing and helping his Niece.
Do you remember me telling you that men have needs, Samantha? Yes I said, not knowing what he was talking about. Well I think that now you are ready to starting meeting those needs.He took my hand in his. Do you remember me telling you how important it is for a young lady to have nice soft hands and beautiful long painted nails? Yes I said. Well, there is a reason he said, as he took my hand and placed it inside his dressing gown, to be met by a huge swollen very erect cock. My fingers automatically closed around the giant member as his dressing gown fell away, exposing his gorgeous cock with my manicured fingers encasing it. As I moved my hand up and down I heard him sigh.It certainly seemed a strange thing to do for a family member, but he had assured me he was my Uncle and that I should follow his every instruction.
You are a very beautiful girl Samantha. I will be training you to serve, to make you even better. Thank you Uncle I said, not knowing what he could mean? He turned on the large telly in front of us. A porn film started immediately as if he had prepared for this moment? An older man led a very slutty younger girl, wearing a collar and lead down a corridor to a special room. As they walked into the room, it was different to the rest of the house. She had tottered the length of the property in 5” heels and it had been very light and airily designed house. The Special room was very different. Dark red walls could be seen with things hanging on hooks. As the camera panned around the furniture seemed strange. What looked like a vaulting horse was in the middle of the room, also a metal framed shape that was confusing. A cross was on one wall and there seemed lots of dildos, whips, paddles and strapons on tables.
While watching this in a very confused state, I was not aware that my carefully manicured hands had contributed to stroke Uncle’s huge cock. It now seemed even bigger as I looked down.I think you need to see my Special Room Uncle said and stood up. My fingers still encased his erection as he reached for the leather collar and chain that he fitted around my neck.
Stand up he said and follow me. The outfit I wore was the last one he told me to put on following my visit to Aunty Doreen’s. Leather thigh boots, seamed fishnet stockings, basque, and my usual enormous bra to support my pendulous breasts. For a moment I thought how much I looked like the girl in the film ……
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