A True Slut Ch. 02

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“You sober enough to be on your own?” Tyrone asked his little brother, a strong hand pressing down on Jerome’s shoulder.

“Yeah…I am…” Jerome sighed, feeling the booze still kicking, but he’d been drinking way less than normal on this big day.

“Not alone, though, Alexis should be home from cheerleader practice by now. She’ll take care of you while I’m at work” Tyrone told him, slamming the only duffle bag Jerome had brought with him into Jerome’s stomach.

When the bag of Jerome’s possessions had exchanged hands, Tyrone walked back to his blue mustang.

Jerome stood there, looking at his brother’s house, the lights on in the kitchen. It was better than the hostel he’d been kicked out of, but he still felt like a burden on his brother’s life. “By what time you be back though?” Jerome called out for his big brother, catching him halfway into the driving seat.

“Way into the night. Some extra stuff my boss need looking into. But you’ll be good, right?” Tyrone asked, seeing his brother’s brown eyes stare back at him, a lot less red than usual, and looking far better than he’d done yesterday. Tyrone didn’t know if his brother had made the effort for him or for the niece he loved so much.

Jerome looked at his brother, feeling shame for burdening Tyrone with his pathetic life, and love for being welcomed into Tyrone’s life with open arms, no questions asked. “Yeah…I’ll be good…I’ll be good…” Jerome said, watching his brother get into the car with a kind smile and drive away.

Now he was alone and staring at the kitchen window, hoping to see a glimpse of her, but all he saw was her shadow. Swinging the duffel bag over his broad shoulder, he reached into the pocket of his torn jeans and found her birthday present.

Alexis was eighteen now, a woman, and he’d missed her big day…Now, two weeks later, he was nervous. What if she continued to hate him? What if his gift didn’t give him a free entry into her heart? Staring down at the golden necklace he’d used all of his savings to buy, he imagined moving aside her long and beautiful platinum blonde hair. He imagined clasping the golden chain around her neck and maybe even giving her delicious tanned skin a kiss before he stepped away.

It was tempting to imagine her smile when she saw how the golden necklace lay atop of her chest, but the fifty-five-year-old uncle knew she’d probably not want it. And he couldn’t blame her after what he’d put her through in these last four years. The times he’d come by drunk as hell when Tyrone was working, and she’d suffered the groping of a lifetime every time she had helped into the guest bedroom.

Jerome knew that if she had told Tyrone about the places he had groped his pretty niece, there would be no open arms awaiting him today. Instead he would be homeless and wandering the streets for a purpose, drink in hand.

Jerome wanted to thank his little white princess for giving him this second chance, and when he walked over to the door, he wanted to surprise her.

Forgoing from knocking on the door to alert her of his arrival, he simply opened it, shut it and locked it as quietly as possible.

Placing the duffel bag down, which barely had clothes in it, he was reminded of all of the magazines he’d brought with him for his long stay. They would be pretty useless now, wouldn’t they? What was the point of admiring her amazing body and beauty on the front covers when he’d be living under the same roof as the supermodel he loved.

Jerome kicked off his boots, stroked his long grey beard, and on his walk through the living room, he hoped she’d be wearing her sexy cheerleader uniform. Those black and golden hot pants and sport bra he admired from the stands during the games.

But as sexy as she looked in his imagination, nothing could’ve prepared him for the sexy sight that awaited him in the kitchen.

Jerome gasped as she stood with her back towards him, preparing what smelled like tacos, and even with earbuds on he could hear the music, but she couldn’t hear him.

It was her favourite song, the one he’d always catch her listening to since he showed it to her when she was fourteen. ‘Scream’ by Timbaland, and seeing her eighteen-year-old gorgeous body, up close, for the first time in a long time, Jerome wanted to make her scream.

Fucking hell what a sight!

Jerome’s eyes were locked on his white niece’s perfect ass, which was just fucking hanging out, begging to be admired. The platinum blonde’s heart-shaped booty was just perfectly formed, firm and juicy and a fucking work of art. Each ripe cheek was perky and full, standing out proudly from her slim body. The straps from the red lace thong descended between her perfectly sculpted globes, highlighting their round and toned shape, and his hands suddenly itched to spank that ass red.

The rest of her looked just as great, even when looking at her from behind. Her toned legs, those massive thighs of perfection and her fit, taut back, with the red lace bra digging into her soft, tanned flesh. But despite the sheer sexiness of her thighs, his eyes stayed glued casino şirketleri to her fantastic booty, and he was already coming up with all sorts of awful things he wanted to do to that ass of hers. Such perfection was not meant to last because an ass like hers was meant to be broken in and brought to heel. An ass like hers was meant to spanked, fucked, and dominated.

Jerome had dreamed of her when she began blossoming, he’d wanted to break her in when he jerked-off to her cover photos, and when the sexy supermodel stood before him in nothing but her sexy underwear, wiggling her spectacular ass at him, Jerome acted on instinct alone.

Moving closer to his dream girl, the niece who hated him, Jerome pushed his semi-hard dick against Alexis’ tight ass. As he was pressing her firmly against the counter, he slid his hands around to rest on her flat and toned stomach. And his chin rested on her toned shoulder, snuggling his mouth towards her neck with a kiss on her soft, tanned skin.

For a moment, Alexis squirmed, making Jerome’s semi-hard dick not so semi-hard, before she sighed so alluringly he nearly came in his briefs.

“Mmm…” she sighed as she continued making her tacos, loving how her daddy was so in love with her body he couldn’t keep his hands off of her.

But to Jerome’s surprise, she didn’t move to remove his hands, which made Jerome kiss her slender neck once more as he decided to push a little further. Slowly, and oh so painfully slowly, began to slide his black hands up her stomach and towards those massive, heavy tits that he knew from her latest interview with the country’s most popular men’s magazine, were double e cups.

“Mmmm” Alexis moaned as his hands moved up her perfect five-foot body, still not stopping him and although he couldn’t understand her reaction, he still continued to venture up her body.

And then Jerome’s hands moved up, sliding up and over the supermodel’s large, firm tits until both of his hands were filled with the succulent bra-covered flesh. Without a breath, Jerome’s fingers squeezed the soft, but oh so fucking firm and incredible tits in his hands, his fingers sinking deep into his niece’s glorious rack once, twice, three times as he again kissed her neck and pressed her harder into the kitchen counter from behind with what was now a very hard black cock.

Although he had groped her perfect titties before in his drunken stupor when she sported c-cups, he was as sober as he’d ever been right now, and they were even bigger in his huge black hands than they’d ever been. Her huge tits felt fucking unbelievable, so big, so soft and yet so firm and…oh, he could cum right then and there…and then…

“Mmmmm…oh yes…just like that…” Alexis moaned while grinding her ass into his raging hardon and when she half-turned to plant a kiss on his lips, she saw his face and froze.

Seeing her hesitation and the hate building in the edges of her eyes as she covered her big tits with her arms, Jerome was quick to lock her in place against the counter by pressing his cock all the way between her cheeks and when he placed a hand on her shoulder, she practically jumped out of her skin.

“Wow, you are tense princess” Jerome as he placed both hands just to the side of her neck. Her lips twitched as she mumbled for him to get the fuck out, but the words ran together in a listless hum that could have been interpreted as thankful relief. “Jesus, girl, you are majorly tense.” His fingers kneaded into her back and neck. It hurt, badly, but the pain felt good. His thumb was amazingly strong and drew smiles across either shoulder blade. She sucked in a ton of oxygen, leaving her slightly more relaxed and a bit lightheaded. It was just enough to raise her from her funk.

The powerful thumbs burrowed up her neck, meeting the base of her skull, where they released nerves and tension that had been strangulating her throat and constricting over her crown. In fact, they freed up so quickly she thought her head might fall off.

She really needed to stop him, but even she was amazed at how tense she’d become and how his fingers were magically grinding the tension into submission.

“Wow, you are a mess. This knot is crazy!” Jerome told her while grinding his huge cock into her ass. The knot sat at the top of her shoulder blade, and the powerful thumbs dug into it, breaking it apart and mashing it down. He kept working at it, until her arms fell from her big tits and hung limp at her side. Even then he tortured the spot further, heating it up, the mashed-up pulp now melting into liquid.

She realized then how her tight workout and cheerleader schedule had left her exhausted. She needed the workouts to look perfect, but lord was it exhausting. As her body loosened, she actually found herself getting sleepy. Her anger over seeing her alcoholic uncle simmered down and although she hated him and found him disgusting to look at, she decided to save the harsh words for later. After all, he’d surely keep after her until he got what he wanted, like he always did when he came over. But although the casino firmalari massage was good, she would still lead him out in a minute, and then the powerful thumbs crushed the remaining knots.

Then he slung his powerful forearm over her upper chest and pulled her back against him. Before she could even think to pull away, five fingers pressed deep into her back. Instantly her spine crackled and it felt like her vertebrae dangled freely along a slack string. It was enough to make her hum breathy and long. God that felt good.

“Like it, huh?” Jerome continued to grind deeper into her bare shoulders while humping her ass slowly. “It almost sounds like you’ve just about forgiven me princess” he teased her, loving how she hadn’t slapped him yet like she used to whenever he worshipped her.

“You’re such an asshole uncle” Her voice was too relaxed to be taken seriously, and he laughed as his fingers teased the bra strap.

Alexis had to end this, but it felt so good. She focused on all her reasons for hating him as he ground his cock into her ass. For the many times he’d stayed over and fucked her tits while she slept, the puddle of cum on her tits a dead giveaway when she had woken in the mornings. And for the many times he spanked her ass whenever she bent over to retrieve something and for the times he’d broken into the locked bathroom and invaded her privacy in the shower. But his powerful fingers weren’t just melting her muscles, they were also liquidating her brain, and she found it impossible to focus on anything but her body going limp under his touch. She finally flashed on the vision of herself kneeling before him in the shower, cock in mouth, eyes pleading at his. She could never let that happen, ever, again, and her arms finally moved. She took hold of his forearm to pull it off her, but found she couldn’t. As much as she willed herself to pull, her body refused to obey. Instead she held onto his arm, which he could’ve only interpreted as affection. Fuck!

“You have to stop. No more, uncle, you just have to stop…” Alexis moaned, but her message lacked any conviction whatsoever, the meaning totally lost to the heavenly breath behind it.

“Just a few more knots princess. I love a challenge, and you carry more tension in your back than anyone I’ve ever met.” His fingers swept lower down her toned and tanned back, plucking at sensitive nerves just below her ribcage. “It must be all the hours you devote to that physique of yours. You need to relax more, let someone take care of you” Jerome said, nibbling on her earlobe as he worshipped the supermodel.

Oh yes… that sounded so utterly fucking wonderful. She deserved to relax. Maybe she could just let uncle make up for the past, and maybe then–she sighed out loud–she could feel this heavenly all night. His finger then delved up her back, unclasping the bra and tugging the strings down her arms as he pinched the softened meat of her shoulder. And then, gently, he brushed down the top of her chest. When he met his own forearm, he released her, and her hands fell down and back, landing on the side of his thighs as the bra fell to the floo. He then repositioned his forearm just under her breasts, so their firm underside gently rested on it.

Feeling sinew and hard muscle touch against her bare tits heated up their soft flesh in a wonderful way. Fingers worked themselves into the pocket between her collarbone and chest, and then lower, right at the top of her breast. The skin of her breast alerted her to his touch with a pleasant ache. Emboldened by her lack of objection, the fingers dipped lower, circling the start of her breast. Both nipples firmed up and there could be no mistaking uncle’s expert massage for cunning foreplay.

Finally, Alexis’ body heeded her warning brain, and she twisted just as his fingers coursed over the fuller flesh of her naked tit. He understood, and removed his hand from her chest and his forearm from just above her flat and fit stomach. The sudden loss of support left her falling forwards, and she grabbed hold of the counter. And she was so lost in the pleasure of the wonderful things he done to her back that she couldn’t brace herself until later than expected. Recognizing she was collapsing, Jerome also clutched her hips to keep her upright. The result of all this left her bent slightly at the waist, a true sight of dreams.

“Whoa! Sorry! Didn’t expect you to collapse when I let go” Jerome said, digging his black finger into her wide and child-bearing hips.

“That makes two of us.” There was embarrassment in her voice. Her near collapse revealed the affect he’d had on her body. He knew she was under his control.

“I thought you were telling me to stop, is all. That was crazy, though. You really should let me finish.” His powerful thumbs pressed firmly into the lip of her hip bone, sending a soothing jolt clear down into her thighs. Feeling his magic fingers address that area, she knew things had gone too far and had to be stopped.

“It’s too much…” Her head sunk forwards, her shoulder blades coming together. “You’re too good at güvenilir casino this… I just…” Alexis sighed, continuously starting sentences, but she couldn’t get to the part where she actually asked him to stop. She finally turned to the one person in her life who meant more to her than anything. “Daddy…he might come back soon…we have to stop…” Alexis said and the instant she said it, she regretted it, because he’d now believe her daddy was all that stood in the way of taking her right there in the kitchen. And worse, she had said we and not you.

His powerful thumbs pressed deeper into her low back, waves of pleasure wrapped around to her front side, and the last of her anger, which hid inside her sexy little belly, gave in to the sensation of her uncle’s amazing thumbs.

“It’s only a massage, we’re not doing anything wrong…yet” he teased her, giving her ass a slow but noticeable thrust.

“I know but…” Alexis sighed, shit, he made it sound like she was the one with all the salacious ideas in her head. She’d never had this much trouble speaking her mind before, but her brain just kept rejecting everything she really needed to say.

Then he thrust against her. again, his hands digging into her tiny waist, and thumbs right back to the spot on her low back, right where her newest tramp stamp was to show the world she was daddy’s girl. The sight nearly impossible to see beneath her long and styled platinum blonde hair. The fingers bore into the tail of her spine, just at the initial divide of her ass. It was true, he wasn’t touching her any place inappropriate, but the effects of it spread down over her anus, the puckered orifice becoming less uptight about his crotch so close by. And down into her thighs and into her pussy, which had come to life completely.

And her juices started to flow.

His thumbs continued to unearth pleasure from her tight muscles, as his long strong fingers wove into the sides of her flat tummy. “You’re so fucking sexy princess!” Jerome groaned as he pressed her even harder against the tiny counter she bent over.

Even though she was rocked back and forth towards her taco plate, she knew he looked at the ass he loved more than the booze he’d surrendered to. “You’re a fucking asshole, uncle” she told him back, letting him do whatever he wanted under the spell of his massage.

“I already told you when you blossomed so beautifully, you’d make one hell of a fuck one day” Jerome chuckled as he harshly thrust into her massive booty.

She gasped when she thought back to her puberty. She’d been so intimidated by him then and nothing had changed. She couldn’t resist him and his badboy ways. She wouldn’t resist him. She should’ve known that. She should never have allowed this massage, because he was on her now, and she didn’t want him off.

His hands left her lower back, caressed up her flat belly, and settled on her tits. She straightened up, leaned back against him, shuttered when his lips nipped at her neck. He didn’t squeeze her tits, he only weighed them in his palms. She knew he liked what he felt, every man she’d ever passed stole glances at her tits, they were superb. And they fit so wonderfully in his big hands. He did give them a gentle squeeze then, and she hummed, making her throat vibrate against his lips. Her backside pressed against his front, more forcefully at his crotch. She both loved and hated the feel of it. He was such an asshole, but there was something about him–his ugly face, that chest-long grey beard and his unwavering manly rigidness, and even his macho irreverence–it made her special to be the recipient of his lavish attention, and in love with the touch of his greedy hands on her tits. She dropped her head, offering her neck. And when his lips nibbled towards her ear, and nipped at her lobe, her head rolled until her lips parted unbearably close to his. And for a split second their lips touched before she pulled away, pressing herself against the counter.

What the fuck was happening? It wasn’t right. How could he? How could she?

She turned to face him, shaking her head, her lower lip trembling, and a scathing burn sloping her brow. In contrast to hers, his face swarmed in horny pride. “You’re such a fucking asshole, uncle”

He grabbed her arm, pulling her into him. He was so strong. So strong, in fact, his strength mocked her temper. At any moment he could’ve physically overpowered her. She went stiff at the thought, closing her emerald eyes in denial. It was the only thing she could do as he squeezed her roughly against him. But the sudden grab was followed by a tender stroke of her hair.

His head took on a perfect tilt, as he guided her closer, eyes shutting at the precise moment his lips touched hers. He kissed her like something out of a movie, rehearsed until every nuance was perfect. His chiselled angular lips felt full and juicy when pressed to her own, but also sticky as his thick facial hair covered his entire upper lip. The incredible feel of them tightened as his mouth opened and his hot tongue slipped in to meet hers. For several seconds they kissed while he squeezed her tits with one hand and tugged on her thong with the other. Alexis was so consumed by their hot kiss that she didn’t realise he’d tugged her thong over her ass and down her thick and muscular thighs until the thong lay around her ankles.

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