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Just One Hour with My NieceJust One Hour with My Niece(This is the same story, just re-released with a different title.)By billy69boyI wasn’t really paying attention to the banter around the picnic table. Mostly I was silently rejoicing that my beloved niece Katy chose to sit next to me, never mind that her husband sat on the other side of me. Their two charges were perched next to their dad, while my wife took the chair at the far end of the table. The drinks and the laughter flowed freely amidst the backdrop of the waterfall gently gurgling behind us.It was a perfect summer evening, and the atmosphere was a combination of joy and relief: joy because we hadn’t seen them in over a year and relief because they had successfully navigated the thirteen hour drive from their new home down south. As usual, Katy was absolutely mesmerizing: her long light brown hair and huge hazel eyes made it difficult to concentrate on anything else; that is, until I broke my stare long enough to observe her fine form. She wore a tiny pair of jean shorts and a white halter top over a lacy white bra. Her outfit barely covered her smooth tanned skin and subtle curves. A slinky pair of white sandals completed her ensemble. Some quick math told me that she was indeed 28 years old now; no longer the young teen who turned heads, including mine, wherever she went. But her dedication to fitness paid off for her as evident by her strong healthy legs and totally fit body. She and I had always maintained a very special loving relationship from an early age, and those intense vibes were still evident from the moment she stepped out of their car. Her heartfelt embrace made my blood pressure rise and my pulse quicken, and I swooned when she whispered in my ear: “Oh, Uncle Billy.” It brought back so many fond memories of our past dalliances: the time she had paid me a surprise visit when my wife Barbara was away; the poker game in which she “waitressed” for me and my buddies to earn a little college money; the late night Christmas surprise tryst when she took me in the dining room as her husband Jim slept soundly in the living room; the pre-dawn lustful mating ritual at the barbeque outside after everyone had gone to bed…my head spun just thinking about it all.So, here we were again, reunited at long last. Only this time it was obviously different. Her offspring were no longer toddlers, for one thing. It would be pretty hard to hide our subtle flirting from their prying eyes. Not to mention, they would only be staying with us for one night before heading to other commitments during their limited visit. I decided to be content with spending the precious evening just enjoying her incredible beauty for as long as possible.We ordered in some sandwiches after the first couple of drinks went down so we wouldn’t end up getting too tipsy too early. Besides, the little ones were hungry, and getting a bit cranky from the long ride, and understandably so. It is amazing how some chicken nuggets and fries can lift their spirits again in a matter of minutes.After we ate, Barb stood up and began clearing the plates.”One more drink for me, and then I have to get on the road,” she announced.”What do you mean, Aunt Barb?” Katy asked.”It is my turn to go down and stay overnight with Grand mom. I go two nights a week. We all take turns,” she replied, referring to herself and her three siblings.”Oh, bummer!” Katy responded with genuine disappointment.”I know! But it is what it is. I’ll have another drink with you and you can tell us all your news. It’s been so long!””Let me help you!” Katy offered, as she hopped to her feet and gathered up the glasses. The ladies disappeared into the kitchen exchanging animated conversation about the family doings and the upcoming school year, and exchanged the latest family gossip. Meanwhile, Jim and I chatted about work and sports and other manly subjects, while his son climbed all over him. His daughter, the artist, quietly amused herself with a coloring book and a box of Crayons. Katy’s husband and I had always gotten along well. Despite my complete and utter jealousy, I did consider him to be as close to being as worthy of Katy as any man could be (except for me, of course). Our conversation was interrupted by the telltale tinkle of ice cubes clinking against the sides of fresh drinks. We toasted to their safe arrival and enjoyed our familiar comradery that was now in such short supply ever since Jim’s job took him down south. I wasn’t sure if Katy knew how electric her subtle touches affected me. Oh, they were completely innocent; nothing too suggestive. After all, her family was right there. But she managed to caress my arm and graze my thigh every once in a while: just enough so that the hairs on the back of my neck stood straight out. Of course, I responded in kind: smoothly and clandestinely. The time flew by, and Barb stood up and excused herself to go pack her things. As if on cue, Jim announced that he had to use the facilities, and the young ones went inside to watch the latest Disney movie, never mind that they had seen it about a hundred times already. Finding myself alone, however briefly, with Katy was a scenario I hadn’t anticipated. Within seconds, I had managed to run my hand up her arm, over her bare shoulder, and behind her hair to the back of her neck. We dared to make eye contact for just a nanosecond. She didn’t flinch. Emboldened by her positive reaction, I leaned in and gently kissed her neck and nibbled on her earlobe as my warm breath caused her to shudder in response. She drew in a deep breath of her own as I dropped my hand and let it fall to my lap. I moved my chair a little closer to hers and took hold of my thigh. I slowly ran my hand down my own leg to my knee and back again, all the while gliding the backs of my fingers simultaneously down and back up her toned leg in the process. I lingered at the point where her silky smooth bare leg met the hem of her shorts. Our eyes met once again as I slipped my fingertips underneath the tight denim material and worked them up towards her hip. And that’s when I leaned in and whispered my fondest desire in her ear:”I’d love to spend just one hour with you.”She blushed and looked away, expressionless. I was taken aback. I didn’t know how to read her reaction. Perhaps I had stirred up some memories that she had stored in the deep recesses of her mind and it made her uncomfortable. Worse, maybe she felt insulted…or she secretly scoffed at my juvenile attempt to impress her: I could easily picture her turning towards me with fire in her eyes, imploring me to “grow up”. But she revealed nothing. Never mind, because we were abruptly interrupted by Barb and Jim, who was carrying Barb’s luggage. Hugs and kisses ensued as we bade her farewell and lamented that my darling wife would miss the rest of their short visit. I walked her to her car and loaded her bags in the back. After a warm embrace and several tender kisses, Barb jumped in and started her car. She looked up at me and smiled mischievously:”Have fun!” she grinned, with an obvious twinkle in her eye.”I’ll try!” I replied, as she backed out of the driveway and drove off. Barb knew how I felt about Katy, although she didn’t have any firsthand knowledge of our past escapades. But things were different now. Barb had ceased to be sexually active due to a medical condition and subsequent meds that completely took away her sex drive. I understood, and I didn’t push her or guilt trip her, but she felt sorry for me and so she had given me a “hall pass” to go and have fun with whomever I chose. It was such a loving gesture that I didn’t actually take advantage of the offer. At least not yet. But as for this night, I didn’t foresee any possibility of something like that happening anyway.I went back inside and brought three more drinks with me on my way back out to the patio. Jim put his hands up:”This’ll be my last drink for now. After this one, I want to take the little ones over to see my grand mom real quick.” (She lived just the next town over.) My naughty mind immediately pounced on his statement: perhaps I would get my secret wish after all, I fantasized. But I realized that, of course, Katy would be going with them. Oh well, I would just busy myself with a few chores: the cats needed to be fed, dishes washed, beds to be made up…”Do you want to come along, Katy?””Well, Jim, if you don’t mind, I’m pretty beat. I’d like to just chill out, maybe take a bath, if Uncle Billy doesn’t mind.””Anything that you guys want to do is fine with me, you know that,” I replied as calmly as I could.”Okay then, no problem,” Jim replied. “I don’t plan to be there for very long. Grand mom goes to bed pretty early these days.” He drained his glass and got up to fetch the young ones.Within minutes, Katy and I were alone at the picnic table. It was a bit awkward, I must admit. I didn’t quite know what to do. I still wondered about Katy’s reaction earlier. I didn’t want to come off as overbearing. Neither did I want to act disinterested. The silence was deafening even if it only lasted a few moments. Finally, Katy gently wrapped her hand around my wrist and asked me if I minded if she took a bath. No, of course I didn’t mind. But I knew right then that I could kiss that ‘hour alone’ fantasy goodbye. Maybe she was right: I should grow the fuck up. Never mind that she uttered no such words in real life. It was just my imagination, but it felt real enough.We got up simultaneously, as I reminded her where the towels and toiletries could be found upstairs in the bathroom. I turned towards the kitchen to find eight hungry cats looking up at me with varying degrees of contempt in their eyes: ‘Did I know what time it was? Did I forget when our dinner time is? We thought we had you trained better than this.’ I couldn’t argue with them. They were right. They were always right. I went through the motions, having gone through the same cat feeding routine twice a day for too many years to count, but my mind was lamenting the lost opportunity that I might have had with Katy. I really couldn’t blame her. Perhaps she was the one who grew up; who no longer considered a roll in the hay with her dear Uncle Billy as something special or desirable. Maybe just the thought of it made her ill. Oh well, the dirty dishes awaited my attention.As I went about my kitchen duties, I waited for the front door to open any minute, with Jim and his charges marching in and probably looking for a late night snack. Instead I heard a phone ringing. Of course, the phone always rang whenever I had my hands immersed in the sudsy dish water. I couldn’t get to the phone before the answering machine took over. It was then I realized it was Katy’s phone, as her soft, recorded voice implored the caller to leave a message:”Hey honey, it’s me. I figure you are probably still in the bathtub, knowing you. I just wanted to tell you that they both fell asleep in front of the TV, and I’m pretty exhausted from the drive up and having all those drinks, so grand mom wants us to stay the night. She’s putting me up on the couch. I hope that’s okay with you. See you in the morning. We’ll be there in time for Uncle Billy’s Big Breakfast, lol. I love you! See you then!”I couldn’t believe my ears. Such a golden opportunity! My excitement died down pretty quickly when I thought about what Katy’s reaction might be when she hears his message. She might get irritated. She might glare with utter disdain right through my very soul at the prospect of having to spend the whole night alone with her old perverted uncle who acts like a horny teenager! Just like with the cats: I had to admit that she was right: right to think anything she wanted. I had to face reality. Why would she even think of indulging me in one of my twisted fantasy scenes at her age, much less with me being as old as I was?Well, there was only one way to find out. I could hear the bathtub water draining out as I picked up her phone and made my way up the steps to the bathroom. I walked quickly but stealthily down the hallway and tapped on the bathroom door.”Hello?” “Hi Katy. Sorry to bother you, but Jim called and left you a message,” I announced through the door. “Thanks,” she replied, as she opened the door ever so slightly and offered her outstretched hand.I placed her phone into her hand, and she clutched it, withdrew, and closed the door. Of course, I waited patiently in the hallway while she played the message. I could hardly breathe as Jim’s words came forth. When she had heard the entire message, there was silence. I could detect no reaction, neither negative nor positive. Still I waited. I was determined to find out how she was going to respond, one way or the other. After a couple of agonizing minutes passed, the door opened wide enough for her to poke her head out. I could see that she was wrapped in a big towel. I held my breath:”Well, it looks like you’re going to get a lot more than ‘just one hour’ ” she said, smiling, almost smirking.”I’m going to take a shower now and wash my hair, so give me a little more time, okay?”I was utterly speechless. Dumbfounded. Apoplectic. Paralyzed. She just grinned that sexy grin of hers and closed the door. As I walked back down the hallway and entered my bedroom, I heard the shower come to life. My mind reeled with genuine excitement. gümüşhane escort I stood in my bedroom, walking around aimlessly as I contemplated my next move. What to do first? I realized fairly quickly that, if there was ever a time for a blue pill, this was it! I scrambled to find the pill bottle, as it had been quite a long time since such a perfect opportunity like this had arisen.Sufficiently emboldened, I set about creating some decent ambiance: a few strategically places candles and some subtle incense seemed like a good start. I wanted to give her some choices, so I raided our “romance” box that had been unceremoniously jammed into the back of the closet. I pulled out a variety of sex toys that might interest her, plus any number of creams, lotions and massage oils that hadn’t seen the light of day seemingly since forever. I placed a towel on top of my dresser and laid everything out like it was a display window in an Adult Book Store.Unsatisfied with my meager offerings, I remembered the old sex swing that hung on the closet wall. It was old, to be sure, but truth be told, Barb and I had only ever used it a few times, and that was eons ago, so technically it was almost brand new. I brought it out and wiped it down, reviving the luster of the black leather with an alcohol soaked cloth. I looked up to the eye hook in the ceiling above the bed, but I decided not to attach the swing just yet. I didn’t want to scare her away before we even started. So, I hung it up on a clothes hook behind the door for now.”Uncle Billy?” Her sweet voice came from the partially open bathroom door. I poked my head out to see her wrapped in a towel, shaking her wet hair out:”Does Aunt Barb have a blow dryer in here somewhere?” I’m sure she did, but I couldn’t remember where she kept it.”Hang on, let me check…” I replied, so happy that I could help her out. By the time I got to the bathroom door, Katy was in front of the mirror, clad only in a white terry robe, admiring her beauty, and rightfully so. I know that’s what I was doing, anyway. I had a hard time remembering what I was in there for.”Do you know where it is?” She reminded me.”I know it’s in here somewhere,” I offered, “she uses it all the time.” I had a hard time concentrating, as my mind was only interested in staring at her beautiful curves. The blue pill was also beginning to take effect as well, and I was aware that my shaft was stiffening.”Oh, here it is, up here!” Katy exclaimed as she got up on her tiptoes and retrieved the hair dryer from the top of the vanity closet.I couldn’t help myself, as I moved in behind her and placed my hands on either side of her waist as if to steady her while she was reaching up high. She didn’t resist as she turned around and faced me. I pulled her in close and kissed her square on her full lips. She wrapped one arm around my neck while still gripping the dryer in her other hand, and returned my advances. Her lips parted slightly and I felt the softness of her tongue between her hot moist lips. She sighed and tightened her embrace, whispering as she exhaled:”It’s been so long…”I gently ran my hands down her curves and past her hips. She leaned into me and collided with my erection.”Oh my, Uncle Billy, can’t you wait?” She laughed and playfully rubbed my already throbbing member through my shorts.”Now get out of here so I can finish getting ready!” she commanded.I already figured she was ready enough for me, but I obeyed, and sauntered down the hall as I heard the blow dryer come to life. I rammed around my bedroom as impatient as a schoolboy waiting for the final bell to ring at the end of the day. What could she be doing in there, I thought to myself? The dryer had long since been silenced. I could only rearrange the dildos and vibrators so many times. Finally, I came up with a helpful idea:”I’m going downstairs to get us some drinks,” I announced down the hall.”Okay, I won’t be much longer in here,” she answered, acknowledging my impatience.I mixed up another round of the drinks and placed them on a serving tray, and added two glasses of ice water as well. I got to the top of the stairs just in time to see her sashaying slowly towards me. She was smug, sultry, and sexy in every way. She wore a short peach colored negligee with matching panties. The top was partially open, revealing her flat belly and the sides of her firm breasts. The see-through material left little to the imagination. Her long hair flowed over her shoulders falling equally in the front and back, partially hiding her obviously hard nipples. I was speechless. Despite the meticulously choreographed display of her considerable bodily attributes, it was her eyes that penetrated my soul. They were made up so professionally that my heart skipped a beat. Now I knew why it took her so long in the bathroom.”Your eyes,” I whispered.”Thanks,” was all she said as she instinctively looked down at the floor and blushed. I passed her a drink and we sat on the edge of the bed. We clinked our glasses together without a word. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I was dying to get at her; to ravage her; to make her beg for more, and then to beg for me to stop.”Wow, you’ve got all kinds of kinky things to play with. Interesting!” she exclaimed, looking over the array of toys: “All except for that one…forget it…too big.” I smiled to myself. It was the same reaction that my wife had when she first saw the huge, bigger than life dildo. It was long and thick and lifelike, complete with attached balls and even came with a handy suction cup behind the balls for self-satisfaction. . It was challenging, for sure, but with sufficient foreplay and a deft hand (mine), Barb had eventually managed to take the whole thing. After a few sessions it got to the point where she craved the smooth round head, the length, the girth, and the lifelike appearance, veins and all. “Ooooh, candles too…and massage stuff!” she cooed. “Uncle Billy, I can’t picture you being all romantic and everything.” I just grinned in response. If she wanted romance, I could do romance…at least at the outset.”Would you like to start out with a massage?””Mmmmmm, that sounds good…maybe you can put me in the mood,” she joked, knowing full well I was firing on all cylinders. Her own state of arousal was more subtle and measured, but I knew she was already simmering just below the surface. As we nursed our drinks, I playfully ran my fingers up and down her arm and through her silky hair that smelled slightly musky but clean. Katy put her hand on my knee and squeezed it gently. Our eyes met, and we kissed seriously and deliberately. I planted tender kisses on her face and neck. I inhaled her delicious scent as I made my way down her exposed belly, my hand cupping her excited breasts. She moved her hand towards my crotch and squeezed my stiffness, moaning quietly. I quickly finished my drink and reached for her glass. She downed the rest and handed it to me. She lay back on the bed as I put the glasses on the nightstand. I laid beside her and my hand immediately found her hot spot. I outlined her lacy panties with my index finger as I kissed her mouth. She pulled me closer by my neck as I teased her slit with one finger. Her legs opened, and I began to rub her love mound with several finger tips.She exhaled through her nose and placed her hand on top of mine, pressing on it with a sense of urgency. She broke off our kiss with some desperation and whispered: “Finger me, Uncle Billy…” I almost exploded in my shorts right then and there, but orders are orders, so I slipped my hand down her panties and was met with a slick wetness that surprised me, in a good way. There’s something about just getting started and finding an already eager partner just waiting to be taken to the heights of ecstasy. I took my time reacquainting myself with her most intimate parts, causing her to simultaneous squirm and fume, gasp and groan. In frustration, she pressed hard on my hand again, moving it around abruptly and impatiently:”C’mon, Uncle Billy, quit teasing me!” she blurted out impatiently, “finger fuck me, dammit…you know exactly what I mean!”I will admit it was true, and I chuckled to myself.”I thought you wanted to start off with a massage?””I do! Right after this! Now make me cum please?”I stood up and eased her legs back to her chest and made her hold them in place while I got back up on the bed and knelt next to her. Her thinly covered pussy revealed her love juices glistening in the candle light, even as a shiver of anticipation waved over her. I slid my hand under the lacy fabric of her panties and I swirled my fingertip around her protruding clit several times until her quivering cunt gave away her wanton lust. She clutched my wrist with both hands and pressed her nails into my skin.”Yes, Yes! Make me cum sir!”I buried my fingers deep inside her tunnel of love. I was in such a position to shove them in and out rapidly and mercilessly, and Katy pushed back in unison and in perfect harmony. I reveled in the glow of her first orgasm, as I kept violating her opening with as much passion as I could muster. I was in my glory by the time she clamped her hands on her tits. She pinched her nipples while her slammed shut, trapping my deeply embedded hand as her pussy spasmed until she gasped and shook and then went limp. It took a few minutes before a wide smile crossed her face and she began to breathe normally. She looked at me with heaven in her eyes and a satisfied grin of contentment:”That was incredible, Uncle Billy,” she gushed, even as she cocked her head and looked at me in disbelief that I affected her the way I did. Now it was my turn to blush. She sensed my vulnerability and perked up:”Now, how about that massage?” she asked playfully.I smiled self-consciously as I sat on the edge of the bed. She sat up and I handed her a glass of water. After a few sips, she handed the glass back and stood up. Looking me straight in the eyes, she untied her negligee top and let it fall to the floor without a hint of hesitation. She shook her head and fluffed up her hair before she reached for my shorts and slid them down my legs. She stopped to admire my package and began to lean down towards my nakedness. I put both arms out and grabbed her by her bare shoulders.”Not yet…I promised you a massage,” I said. She gave me a sad, sort of disappointed look, but she complied and climbed back up on the bed and rolled onto her stomach. Her naked body lying in the middle of my bed in anticipation was almost more than I could handle. I just wanted to jump her bones and fill her full of cum, but I calmed myself down, knowing that the night was young, and we had no reason to hurry. As I prepared to climb onto the backs of her legs, I realized that she was facing the bedroom door, which I had just now closed. I began applying warm massage oil to her back and shoulders when she interrupted the quiet reverie:”What the hell is that thing hanging on your wall?””That? Oh, it’s a swing.””A swing?””Yes, a sex swing. It hangs from the ceiling,” I said as I pointed to the metal “O” ring, screwed into the ceiling. “But you don’t really swing in it.””You don’t?””Well, I mean, you could use it like a swing, but, I guess you’ll understand better when…””Well, I never! Can we try it?” She interrupted.”Yes, if you’d like…right after your massage.””Okay, cool! Now let’s get rubbing!”I was even more excited now. I wasn’t sure if Katy would reject the idea of the swing. I was happy to know I was wrong. I tried concentrating on rubbing oil all over her body, which I did, but it was hard for me to stop thinking about that swing. I realized I should be ashamed of myself. Here I was, feeling up my niece’s incredibly trim and smooth body, setting her up for another climax, and all I could think about was ravaging her sweet body more extremely than I ever had before.As most massages of this type go, I eventually made my way to her tight naked ass. I started just innocently rubbing and squeezing her ass cheeks and working my way around to her hips, then back again. I advanced to spreading her cheeks wider with each pass until a stray finger would trace her crack up and down and she gradually opened her legs more and more. I loved hearing her little grunts of delight as I got her hotter and hotter. A few tantalizing strokes of her labia encouraged her to slide her hand underneath her body and tease her clit. She wiggled her ass back and forth, signaling to me that she expected to ride my fingers once again, only this time she was even slicker because of the oil. By now her forbidden rosebud was also well oiled. She squirmed noticeably when my finger first touched her sensitive entrance:”OH!””Oh what?” I asked.”Well, uh, we don’t do that,” she answered vaguely.”Do what?””You know! Jim and I don’t do that sort of stuff. He doesn’t like it…thinks it’s dirty,” she explained tentatively. “Oh, so you don’t want to…””No! I mean, no, I didn’t mean to imply…er…Yes! I mean,’ Yes’, I do want to do it. I just wasn’t sure if you remembered.” (Like I could ever forget!) “Does that make any sense?””Yes, I remember,” I replied vaguely. To illustrate my point, I easily slipped my index finger into her steaming hot rectum and steadily pushed it in until it disappeared inside her.”OH GOD!” She yelled out as she buried her face escort gümüşhane in the pillow. Sensing her total surrender, I reached up to the top of my dresser and grabbed the first dildo I touched. It was a thinner one compared to some of the others up there, but it was suitable for the dominant display I was about to embark upon. I rubbed the shaft up and down between her labia to get it well coated with oil and her own juices while I continued to finger fuck her now shivering ass. In one slick motion, I removed my finger and replaced it with the well-lubricated dildo. I didn’t just jam it home without some finesse: first I instructed her to spread her cheeks nice and wide. She complied enthusiastically.She knew exactly what to expect next, but it didn’t stop her from quivering in anticipation as she felt the head of it gently probing and teasing before it entered her dark canal in earnest. I proceeded gently at first, but once her sphincter was breached, the length of the toy entered her ass easily, and she grunted and fumed in response. My other hand took care of her spasming vagina as I pounded her ass with the toy deeply and vigorously until her whole body shook out of control for several seconds. Yes, I remembered how much she loved everything anal. Like a lot of young religious girls growing up, anal sex ended up having great appeal in a dirty, sinful, taboo sort of way. Others, like her husband, refused to indulge in anal sex for the same reasons that rebels like Katy craved it so much.Besides the thrill of getting my niece off twice already, I knew that the violation of her ass with the anal dildo confirmed my role as Dom for the remainder of this session with my beloved niece. I knew it was doubtful that she would refuse any of my future suggestions or commands. But I also knew that any Dom worth his salt would make it look like everything that happened henceforth was her idea.”That was fucking amazing,” she declared, as she rolled over onto her side and propped her head up on her hand. I loved it when she was feeling familiar enough with me that she allowed herself to curse and talk dirty to me. The more she loosened up, the more adventurous she got. I saw her look directly at my still full erection and nod towards it:”What about you?””Don’t worry about me right now. I want to concentrate on you,” I explained. She seemed to be fine with that idea, making me wonder if she was getting sufficient sexual attention at home. She already enjoyed two orgasms and didn’t have to reciprocate. So, it was almost as if it was she had a brainstorm:”Hey, how about if we try that swing of yours now?” Gee, I never saw that one coming, I smiled sarcastically to myself.”Sure thing!” As I hung it from the ceiling and untangled the various straps, I explained how it worked and the versatility of all the different angles and positions it offered. I set it up in a rather vanilla position and helped her climb on and get situated and comfortable.”Hey, this is really kind of cool!” she remarked, bubbling over with youthful enthusiasm. She was lying fairly horizontal, with her head slightly elevated. Her legs were spread wide, like in a gyno chair. “What now?” she inquired, as she playfully swung her feet.I explained that there were some interesting accessories that further enhanced the experience. She seemed eager to try whatever I had. That would prove to be important later on. First, I showed her the wrist restraints. They were kind of soft and feminine and friendly, so she had no trouble dropping her hands behind her back and letting me bind her wrists together. I pointed out several other accessories without actually going into a lot of detail: the miniature leather cat o’ nine tails, the wide stiff leather belt, the nightstick and the blindfold: all of them black. Before she could ask any questions, I had placed the blindfold over her eyes, which silenced her inquisitiveness. I could see her trying to process her suddenly captive arms and her virtual blindness. She sensed her helplessness and it humbled her.”Any questions, so far?” I asked her. I wanted to evaluate her willingness to continue in the face of her predicament.”Tell me about those other things: the whip and the belt; and is that a real police nightstick?” So, she was paying attention after all, I thought.”Well, the little toy whip is used to stimulate various sensitive parts, and the belt is to warm bottoms and to prepare vaginas for subsequent pleasures beyond that. And yes, that is an official police Billy Club. It is shined and polished, and capable of penetrating the tightest of openings.”Silence loomed. I was smiling like crazy, although Katy didn’t know it because of the blindfold. She didn’t reveal what was going through her mind, so I playfully tweaked her erect nipples. She responded with a giggle and asked me what was next. I told her I was going to sting her tits with the tiny whip. She chuckled in disbelief, put on a brave face and dared me to do it. I felt a little bad for not explaining the whip in more detail. It was very deceiving. At first glance, it really looked like a little toy that belonged to a stuffed pirate doll. But in reality, one could swing it with enough torque to generate a good sting, especially on super sensitive areas like tits and clits. So, practicing moderation was of paramount importance.”So, my dear, how many stings do you think you can take? And, mark my words, you will feel the stings.”She giggled, and I could tell she wasn’t taking the situation seriously.”A hundred!” she announced. I did not talk her down. I wanted her to back off on her own.”A hundred! Wow! Now is that a hundred stings on each tit, or 50 and 50?””I guess 50 on each,” she decided after pondering my question for a few seconds.”A wise choice!” I exclaimed. “Okay, now suppose you get a sting every five seconds on one tit or the other: that comes to twelve stings per minute, or 24 stings in two minutes, or 48 stings in four minutes. Do you think you can handle four minutes of having your nipples feel like they are on fire?” I could see her silently adjusting her previous perceptions.”Um, how about ten on each?” She offered shyly.”Okay, ten on each it is: are you ready?” Her whole body shivered with anticipation.”Yes!” She arched her back, thrust out her bare tits, and braced herself.”Thwack!” I lashed her tit with a half-hearted swing of my wrist. She wasn’t impressed. I put the same effort into whipping her other tit. She took it well. She smiled smugly and figured she was home free. I could see the defiance in her face, even though she wore the blindfold.The next four lashes on each of her now pink boobs were harder than the last, and she was totally chastened: no more self-satisfied prideful smirks. She shook, knowing that she was only halfway done. “The next five stings on each of your breasts will be the most intense. Are you ready to feel those stings, or would you like to bargain your way out of them?”She shook her head readily in agreement, as I gently teased and caressed her tender nipples with the flaccid whip, helping to keep her erect nipples hard and proud.”I will allow you to waive the final ten stings for one alternate act of oral gratification. It will be of an extreme nature, but it’s not something you haven’t done in the past. But this time it will take place while you are helpless to move or otherwise have any say in the outcome. Do you understand? Or will a couple more stings help to persuade you?”She vehemently shook her head ‘no’. “So, you want no more stings, and you agree to perform the extreme alternate oral act instead?”Enthusiastic yesses ensued.”Very well, then.” I stood up at the foot of the bed and spun the swing around so that her head was in front of me. I adjusted the back of the swing down so that her head was further angled down in line with my engorged cock. I rubbed it all over her face until she finally opened her mouth. I held her head in my two hands and let her take charge and draw the head of my cock into her hot mouth. She was helpless to resist my every thrust, as she struggled against the confines of the restraints. I stood up on my toes and guided my shaft deep into her throat. Once I had penetrated past her tonsils, she stopped gagging and it slid so far down, I could see the bulge in her throat. My hands surrounded her neck, completely engulfing it, with my thumbs pressing down on my protruding shaft. I could feel my balls slapping against her blindfold with each new thrust of my stiff cock disappearing down her throat. Unfortunately for her, it takes me quite a while to cum when I’m using the blue pill. So I must have deep throated her for more than several minutes. She struggled mightily at times but she never panicked. Finally sensing that I was about to explode, I leaned in, grabbed her by her hair, rammed my cock down her throat and pumped her stomach full of my cum. She didn’t send any back, so I assumed my offering went so far down her esophagus, she never even tasted it. I maintained my position of holding her face tightly against my belly until she struggled for air and moaned as loudly as she could with a throat full of stiff meat. I slowly pulled out and gave her a moment to catch her breath, as I turned the swing around and sat her up again. She sipped some more water quietly while I took advantage of her vulnerable pussy with my fingers. Finally she was back to reality. She looked at me and smiled meekly. I smiled back at her, content to have enjoyed such an intense orgasm that I hadn’t experienced since maybe never. I wanted to tell her how fucking hot she was, and how I was amazed that she could do some of the things she did. But, she beat me to the punch and shocked me with her next question:”So, what’s the deal with the leather belt?”It was like a splash of ice water in my face. This gorgeous creature was ready for more, only minutes after sacrificing her throat for my demonic pleasure.”Hmmm, well yes,” I began unsteadily, clearing my throat before continuing, (which is rather ironic when you think about it): “As I mentioned earlier, the belt is used to prepare certain body parts for further enhanced pleasure, kind of like advanced foreplay.””I see,” she replied, playfully agreeing with my scholarly approach. “Ahem, well in this particular instance, we will concentrate on preparing your smooth vagina, because your bottom is not so easily accessible, given your present position,” I explained.”Very well then!” she responded a little too cutesy-like. I knew she was pushing my buttons on purpose, but I also knew I would have the last laugh, given her vulnerable position. She must have sensed it at the same time because she quickly switched to a “poor little innocent me” role:”Before we begin, could you please release my hands and remove my blindfold now, please kind sir?”I grinned from ear to ear, unbeknownst to her.”Soon, my dearly beloved, but I’m afraid the restraints and the blindfold will have to stay put for this next exercise. It all has to do with sensory perception, or deprivation, in the case of the blindfold. But the two items are paramount if you hope to fully appreciate the experience,” I offered in my most reasonable voice. She was silent for a long pause before responding:”Very well then Sir,” she said softly, resigned to her fate.”Fine then, shall we begin? As with that little toy whip, I will let you decide how many slaps with the belt you think you can endure.””I guess 20,” she stated without much thought.”Hmmm, I must warn you: the belt delivers a much more intense sting than the whip you experienced. Perhaps you might want to reconsider.””Okay, ten then, I know I can take ten!” she bragged boldly. I let her have her moment.”Ten it is! Now here are the rules,” I began, as I adjusted the swing so that her legs were wide apart, but with enough give in the straps that she could partially close them at will. “You are to spread your legs as wide as they will go. I will alert you just before I slap your exposed cunt. When you receive the blow, your legs will instinctively try to close for protection. That is a perfectly normal reaction. But when I tell you to get ready, you have to open them up again as wide as before. Understand?” “Yes Sir!” she blurted out, her voice shaking with fear and trepidation.I stood up and folded the thick belt in two, making sure to rattle the buckle a bit for effect.”Open!”She slowly spread her legs wide, as instructed. Her wrists were still bound together under her back. The blindfold prevented her from seeing the motion of the belt, so she couldn’t brace herself before the belt hit its mark.”SWAT!” I laid the belt down sharply between her legs,”OW! HEY! You said you would warn me before you hit me!””Oh, sorry. Of course you are right. But I decided to change the rules, and I guess I forgot to let you know. Now open!””B-but…” she stammered. “OPEN!” I commanded rather harshly. Miraculously, she slowly opened her legs and presented her moist pussy to me.”SWAT!””YOWL! Holy Fuck! That really fucking stings!””Yes, yes it does!” I declared, agreeing with her. “OPEN!”She answered with a low growl while she obediently spread her legs again. I stood still, saying nothing. Seconds passed in silence. I took some time to examine her precious love mound. After just two good slaps gümüşhane escort bayan with the belt, it was already a nice shade of pink. “Well??” she finally asked in an obviously agitated tone.”I’m coming, my love, be patient. After this one I have a special surprise for you.”With that, I brought the belt up over my head and swung down, fully landing square on her clit.”SMACK!””UNGH!” OH MY GOD!” she cried out as she pulled her legs together as best as she could. “You are so evil! You are a wicked man! Satan himself!” she sputtered and hissed. I just ignored her:”Congratulations! That’s three down and only seven to go! Let’s have a look, shall we?”Reluctantly, she opened her legs, but only partially. I had no choice but to admonish her:”If you don’t spread your legs as wide as they will go, I will adjust the straps on the swing and set them so you won’t be able to close your legs at all!” I pinched her nipples quite briskly for emphasis.”Y-yes Sir,” she answered in a defeated tone.”Good, now let’s see what we have here,” I suggested.I opened the bottle of massage oil and drizzled a stream of the warming liquid on her mound and watched it run past her clit, around her labia and down her ass crack. She inhaled sharply as I gently spread the oil around, including inside her steaming hot entrances. She was so aroused after only three belt lashings that her head thrust from side to side as I pushed a finger into each hole. All of a sudden, she strained to open her legs even wider. I casually fingered her DP style, bringing her closer to ecstasy, while I picked up the night stick, removed my fingers from her wet sex and rubbed my oily fingers all over it. I lined the stick up and easily buried several inches in length up her juicy highway to heaven.”Oh, Criminies! Oh what a rush! Fuck me with your big fat night stick, Officer! Yeah! Oh, just like that!”‘Criminies?’ I thought to myself as I pistoned her wanton cunt with the stiff black intruder. Speaking of ‘stiff’, I was aware of my own anatomy letting me know it was ready to go again. But I wanted to wait a little longer. I continued to fuck her pussy with the Official Government Issue Police Billy Club, right up to the point where her labia twitched and her shuddering body yearned for release. And then I slowly pulled it out and rubbed it on her face before she had a chance to protest. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out so she could taste herself amidst the massage oil.”Open!” I announced, and she spread her legs wide once again.Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!I delivered three strong blows before she even had a chance to close her legs. Her body immediately responded with a series of mini seizures as she exploded in a violent climax that lasted longer than any I’d ever seen. I leaned up against my dresser as I watched her fantastic show and dramatic collapse. It was quite some time before she stirred.”I hate you,” she barely whispered, seemingly having some difficulty forming the words. I wasn’t really worried. I knew there would be more:”Damn! You are so motherfucking good…” she strained to make sure I heard her.”Really, really fucking good! But please…I beg you…please no more pussy whipping. What else can I do instead? Give me an alternate choice, like before. Please?” ‘BINGO’, I thought to myself right away.”Very well, then. In order to escape the last four belt whippings, you will have to agree to my most diabolical desires. It will involve readjusting the swing to a position of my choice, and you will have to endure both vaginal and anal penetrations until such time that I choose to stop. Do you agree?” I emphasized my offer by slowly and deliberately running my belt up and down her vulnerable slit.”Yes Sir, Master” she spoke immediately, again feeling a sense of relief that she wouldn’t have to endure any more brutal stings. I went to work right away. I raised up the back straps until she was sitting straight up. At that point, I released the restraints from her wrists and removed her blindfold. I allowed her some time to rub the numbness out of her arms and to let her eyes get adjusted to the candlelit room. I held her water glass to her lips so she could rehydrate. But she had no further time to relax and get comfortable. I bent her legs at the knees and pushed them up against her chest. She held them in place while I adjusted the leg straps and wrapped them snugly around her legs, securing them in place. “I took the blindfold off because I want you to see what is going to happen next,” I explained. She looked at me quizzically, trying to discern my vague meaning. I said nothing. I reached on top of my dresser and presented the prohibitive monster dildo to her right before her eyes. She gasped and shook her head back and forth.”No way! I can’t take that fucking thing. It’s HUGE!””Okay then,” I said calmly, as I picked up the belt and folded it in half, alternately dangling the belt and the dildo in front of her face.”Your choice!””You no good rotten scheming motherfucker!” she blurted out as she squirmed and bucked against her completely bound and exposed position. “But I can tell you right now, you won’t be able to get that fat dildo inside of me,” she challenged me defiantly.I jumped to my feet and stood between her outstretched legs. She was in such a helpless position; I couldn’t help but bury my face in her wet pussy.”Ungh…torture me with your tongue! Yes!”I could feel her vaginal muscles relax as I licked and sucked her to an exquisite state of arousal and she shuddered in anticipation. I sat up and presented the enormous head of the lifelike toy to her reluctant opening. I ran it up and down her damp slit:”No! Please, NO!” she begged in anticipation of the intrusive violation that was soon to follow. Her plea only served to make me determined to achieve my quest. I now concentrated on parting her labia with the thick head of the huge dildo. I was able to make the head disappear as she shrieked and writhed against my actions. I just held it in place until she calmed down enough to relax again so that I could continue to penetrate her more deeply. She shook her head back and forth after every additional inch continued to disappear inside her. I delighted in seeing her legs quiver uncontrollably as her head fell back, out of control. I don’t know if she passed out or not, but her body wilted under my advances and I sensed that I could now do whatever I wanted, so I pushed the entire thick shaft of that fat toy into her love canal. I leaned in close to get a good view of her pussy stretching as wide as could be, while being filled as deeply as possible.Even though her entire body came to life and shook with electricity, she seemed to be out of it. Perhaps she was experiencing sexual Nirvana, I don’t know, but I stood up in response, and I slowly pulled the toy back out except for the head of it. I then slid the entire shaft back inside her as far as it would go. Eliciting a mere moan from her, I increased the tempo of my thrusts, pulling the dildo almost all the way out and then ramming it back in, faster and deeper and with more intensity until her legs literally spasmed, and her toes pointed excitingly toward the ceiling. When she let out a low groan, I knew she was heading towards a serious orgasm, and I increased the tempo, straining her labia to open wider and accept the total length and girth of the monster cock. I kept up the pace, and within minutes her head thrust back; drool was noticeably running out of her mouth, as her legs spasmed in ecstasy. Her body jerked and writhed uncontrollably as she succumbed to a tremendous climax.Satisfied with the results of my actions, I slid the fat toy out of her fiery pink pussy and allowed her time to recuperate. She finally opened her eyes after several minutes and seemed to be a bit disoriented. She licked her lips as she looked around in a daze until she focused on me and smiled:”You! YOU!” She repeated. I just smiled back. Okay, I was BEAMING! I was proud that I could get her to take that whole sinister dildo, just as I had been able to convince my wife way back in the day. It turned out, my wife ended up being addicted to that thick thriller. It got to the point that when we were getting ready for a night of fun, she would say:”Are you bringing the Thick One?” Or:”Is Fat Boy coming out to play tonight?”So, now that my dear niece had been so introduced, apparently with a similar reaction, it made me so proud!After several minutes of silence, Katy finally spoke:”So what’s your secret, Uncle Billy?”I feigned ignorance.”Oh, you know what I’m talking about! You make me cum harder than anyone I’ve ever been with, and you know it.”I did blush, but I knew she spoke the truth. What could I say? We always had a strong bond between us. Our sexual experiences were opportunistic, to say the least. But we managed to get together enough so that we were able to express our feelings for each other during those rare times. It made me sad to think that our chances were rapidly diminishing. She was married with two offspring now. She lived far away. I shuddered to think that this might be our last chance to express our mutual love and lust for each other. I hardly finished my thought process when Katy broke the silence:”You know, Uncle Billy, this might be our last hurrah. The little ones are in school now, and we won’t be able to come up as often as we used to,” she explained wistfully.”Yes, I was just thinking the same thing,” I answered. “But this was a helluva lot better than that one hour with you I was fantasizing about.””Well, I hate to admit it, Uncle Billy, but I’m pretty beat from the long drive up here and all the drinks and other fun we’ve had. I really need to get some sleep now. But I’ll tell you what: if you want to keep going, that’s fine. I know you took one of your little blue pills, so do whatever you want. Just nothing oral, if you don’t mind. That would wake me up for sure. But anything else will be okay. And you know what I like.”She wiggled her butt for emphasis, which wasn’t really necessary, but I appreciated it nonetheless.”Okay, cool,” I said as I took the swing down and threw a pillow on the bed. “Put the pillow under your hips and lie on your stomach.””Yes sir, Master Sir!” “Very nice. Good night my dear,” I replied. She folded her arms and rested her head on them. One more butt wiggle for good measure, and she was gone. My constantly stiff prick was now twitching in anticipation. I knelt between her outstretched legs and stroked my cock as I surveyed the scene. My lovely young niece was naked before me, lying prone on my bed, legs eagerly splayed, and pretty much gone. She had given me permission to continue our mutual enjoyment, with few restrictions. My raging hard on just wanted to dive in and pound away. But my devious mind had other ideas. I dribbled some warming oil on her back and her ass and slowly rubbed it all in as I sensed her body relaxing with each pass of my hands over her back. It didn’t take long for her to take a deep breath, emit a low groan, and gently begin to snore. I worked my hands down her back to her waist and hips. I reached lower and took her tight ass cheeks in my hands and massaged them gently. She offered no resistance. I began spreading her cheeks wider and wider and she didn’t even budge. I leaned down and lubricated her nether region with my hot wet tongue. Not even a soft moan ensued from her. My index finger followed, slipping deep into her steaming hot forbidden entrance. Pumping my finger with some vigor elicited no reaction. Two fingers…nothing. Three fingers disappearing into her bottom and it was like a revelation: I grabbed for the monster dildo. It didn’t take much effort to deftly insert its girth into her forbidden passage. I was amazed. She really must have been out of it, because I found myself sliding more and more of the shaft deep into her rectum.Part of me felt guilty for taking advantage of my obviously nodded out niece. The other, more perverted part of me reveled in the chance to play with her, especially having been given specific permission to do so. I figured if I told her the next day that she had taken that thick probe deep in her ass, she probably wouldn’t believe me, so I decided not to mention it at all. Instead, I positioned my body behind hers in such a way as to be able to penetrate her sweet pussy with my eager cock, even as her anal canal was straining against the long length and thickness of that rubber intruder.Leaning into her, I fucked her pussy right along with the dildo in her ass as I held onto the suction cup. I had the dildo and my cock working in tandem: both going in and out at the same time. She took it all in stride. I don’t know how long I kept up the pace, but it took me quite a while before I was ready to fill her hot cunt with my cum. She already knew I had been snipped, so she had no qualms at all about taking it in her pussy.When I finally finished and took a few minutes to catch my breath, I pulled out of her warm and inviting love entrance and gingerly removed the dildo from her ass. I cleaned us both off with one of the handy towels stacked on the headboard. I was totally surprised to see her roll to her side, remove the pillow underneath her pelvis and then climb under the covers.”Thanks Uncle Billy. You are such a fucking kinky pervert…and I love you for it,” she whispered. “Set your alarm clock for six. They’ll be here by nine or ten for your famous breakfast. And we still have some unfinished business to tend to.And don’t forget to bring Fat Boy,” she giggled as her face turned red.
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