It was a rainy weekend in April, 1992, not long before I was scheduled to graduate from Mizzou, that my luck began to run out.
Even now, 13 years afterward, I still get a chill when I think back to that weekend. For four years as my Uncle Bill's whore, I had managed to skate through without running into any true psychos, without encountering any bondage freaks, without being truly physically abused.
That all ended in mid-April when Uncle Bill arranged a weekend for me with one Curtis Miller. What that man did to me that weekend was the trigger that brought my days as a whore to an end, but not before I had to endure several shades of hell, first from Curtis and then from Uncle Bill.
This part of my story isn't pleasant at all, but it's necessary that I tell it, so you'll understand why I had do what I did to get away from my uncle and flee Missouri as if my life was at stake, because it was.
I never learned how Uncle Bill met Curtis Miller, because they appeared to run in two completely different circles. My uncle was country to the core, without a lot of education or sophistication, a man who made his living as a humble storekeeper, barowner and pimp.
Curtis Miller, on the other hand, was one of the most powerful men in the state, a senator from somewhere down in the Bootheel who had spent a dozen years in the Legislature. He was a lawyer by trade, and he owned a big secluded house in the country outside Jeff City. He was around 40, with an aura of power, and - as I learned right from the start - a considerable amount of menace.
By this time, my uncle and I were barely on speaking terms. Ever since the Labor Day trip, our relationship had gotten more and more strained as our tastes diverged.
Uncle Bill was drinking a lot more than he ever had before, and he was spending a lot of time in Jeff City, much of it with a tough crowd at Cosmo's and at other dives. And his sexual tastes were getting a lot kinkier, which is probably where he encountered Curtis.
One of the last times I had sex with my uncle was right before New Year's, and it scared the hell out of me.
He had gotten a call the day before from a guy he described as an old buddy of his from the Air Force, and had gone off that day to meet him in Kansas City. He had planned to spend the night in the city, so they could go out partying.
I was supposed to be off that night, so I had kept the bar closed, and was anticipating a blessedly quiet night by myself, when I heard someone trooping up the stairs. Seconds later, Uncle Bill came roaring in with his friend, whom he introduced as Kyle.
Kyle was a fairly nondescript-looking fellow of average size, except for a bit of a beer belly. He had sandy-blond hair with a mustache and sideburns. They both had a fiery look in their eyes that told me they were pretty lit, and I began to get a funny feeling in my gut.
They had decided not to stay in the city because the weather had turned bad and Bill wanted to make it home while the roads were still open. He had invited Kyle to come with him, and he didn't have to explain why. I could tell from the leering look I was getting that Uncle Bill had told his friend all about me.
Ever since the Labor Day fiasco, I had been able to avoid Uncle Bill's advances on a pretty regular basis, either by working, getting away to Columbia to study or claiming I was on my period.
But it was snowing hard and I couldn't get out of the apartment, it was between semesters so I couldn't claim I was studying, and he knew I wasn't on my period. So I was stuck, and, frankly, I was a little horny and I figured there wasn't much they'd dare do to me.
Once they got settled in, with the help of a handy six-pack from the store's cooler, Bill told me about a shop they'd found in one of the seedier areas of the city. Along with videos, magazines and sex toys, the store sold erotic clothes, and he had found and bought an outfit he wanted me to model for them.
It was a leather strapless bustier, complete with a slit at the crotch, and knee-high boots. I was a little uneasy as he showed it to me, because of the unusually excited look in my uncle's eyes as he handed it to me.
I was also a little apprehensive because he wanted me to "doll myself up," in a manner that I usually reserved for special clients. Besides the heavy, whorish makeup, I was instructed to slick my hair real good and pull it back in a tight bun.
In spite of my nagging concerns, I have to admit that I was feeling my arousal begin to build once I got the outfit on and fixed my makeup. The way the gusset of the outfit exposed my sex was quite stimulating, as well as the snug fit of the outfit. The top of the one-piece outfit barely covered my nipples, and the way it was made enhanced what little bust I had.
In any other situation, I would have felt very sexy indeed appearing with this outfit on my body.
They were sitting at the table when I emerged from my little bedroom, and they both gave me an appreciative whistle. I strutted in front of them and studied their eyes, and the way they were each kneading their crotches, squeezing their hard cocks through their jeans.
Kyle was especially goggle-eyed, and I got the distinct impression that he was someone who didn't get laid all that often. I decided to give them a little show, so I pulled the material off my tits, licked a forefinger in a very seductive manner, then took the finger and circled my rock-hard nipples with it.
I cupped my little breasts in each hand, not caring that my girlish mounds were a far cry from those of the strippers they had undoubtedly been anticipating that night.
I sashayed up to where they were sitting and they each wrapped an arm around me and ran their hands over my body. I gasped as Kyle's fingers slid between my wet pussy lips and he entered my hot depths. Another hand reached up and groped my tits, and I could feel my concerns slipping away as my arousal climbed.
At that point, I suggested that we retire to the bedroom, where we could have some room to play in a little warmer area. The main den of the apartment tended to be a little drafty in winter, but the bedroom I still shared with my uncle could get pretty toasty once the door was shut.
Once we were in the room, Uncle Bill and his friend shucked their clothes, and they were both bursting hard. Kyle's cock was like the rest of him, relentlessly average, about 6 inches and of modest thickness. I squatted on the floor, took both cocks in hand and worked them until a hot dollop of pre-cum boiled out the tips.
Once I had them to that point, I slid Kyle's cock into my mouth, all the way in one thrust. His length was an easy fit, and I gave him my best professional blowjob, rolling my tongue around his shaft. I sawed his dick between my lips, licking the underside, then crammed him back in my mouth.
