"Hey Babe...." I say, answering the call from my boyfriend, Dallas.
"Hey Ana... I realized I left some of my gear back at my mom's house, so I'm heading back right now to get it. But it's gonna set me back a few hours. I probably won't get up to the cabin until after 9:00 pm, but my uncle is already there, so you can get settled in."
"Oh my God, Dallas," I say with a slight panic in my voice. "This is gonna be so fucking awkward. I 've never met your uncle before and now I have to spend a whole day with him without you. Why don't I just turn around and meet you up there tomorrow?"
"No, Babe, my uncle is really nice. It won't be awkward at all, I promise, plus we haven't seen each other since Thanksgiving, and we won't be able to link up again for a while. I want to spend as much time with you before next semester as possible. Plus, I wanna fuck so bad, I plan on being inside you practically the whole week."
I blush. "Dallas..." I say, looking around as if anyone could hear him talking about wanting to fuck my brains out.
"What?!! I can't wait to hold you and kiss you and just be in your presence in general. Is that better?" he says in a gentle and caring tone. "Just head up to the cabin, Unc is smooth as hell, he makes sure you feel right at home and I'll be there before you know it."
"Okay, I'm going, but you better hurry, so I can gag on your dick as soon as I can," I say mischievously.
"Ooohhh that's my girl! Love you Babe, be safe k?"
"Love you too Babe" I say, pressing the end call button on my phone.
I settled into the last 30 mins of my drive thinking about Dallas. He is a fresh 21 yr old, 5'9", with an athletic build, the complexion of honeyed espresso and a curly high-top fade. He has the most soft and kissable lips and he smells amazing, like a pineapple, passionfruit, and coconut had a baby.
His skin is so soft and his dick is the most perfect 8 inches with a slight curve to the left and thick as a cucumber. He is a perfect match to my bronzed amber petite frame.
He loves my shape, he loves that I have full hips and ass and smaller titties--he always said they are so fun to play with, but my hips and ass are great for holding on to.
I had redone the Marley twists in my hair, impressed with the growth. My natural hair is almost waist length now. The thought of him pulling my hair while I devour his cum is making me soak through my panties. I'm thankful I wore a shorter skirt so the breeze can dry them before I get to the cabin.
I stop at a gas station to grab some drinks, snacks, and a bottle of tequila. I go to pull out my fake ID but the attendant just bags it all and gives me my total. "Cool!" I think. "I'll stop here again before I head back to campus."
I arrive at the cabin around 1:30 pm. A shiny black Chevy truck is parked near the front entrance. "Maybe Dallas's uncle brought a girlfriend?" I say to myself.
I park the car and grab my bags and head up the front steps. I take a big breath, pressing down the nervousness. and ring the doorbell. I stand there looking around the property for signs of movement. Everything is quiet until I hear the lock to the door click and the front door opens slowly. A nice looking man emerges. He is actually really handsome--he's no doubt related to Dallas.
"Hi..." He stands militantly in front of the door "Who might you be?" he says. His tone is low, deep and commanding.
My back stiffens "I...I'm Aiyana, Dallas's girlfriend. You're his uncle, right?" I ask nervously.
"Oh yes, Dallas is my nephew." He stands staring at me.
"Um well, he'll be up soon, he just had to go back home to grab some stuff, he should be here a little after dinner time. Did he tell you already?" I say, searching his face.
He loosens his stance, relaxing his shoulders a bit. "Of course he did. Welcome, Aiyana, allow me to help you with your bags," he says as a warm smile spreads across his face. He steps aside and welcomes me into the cabin. "I apologize, I don't know where my manners went. My name is Admiral Ulysses Ambrose, I'm happy to finally meet you. Dallas has told me how amazing and... talented you are." His gaze lingers on me, surveying my body, a hungry soft moan escapes his throat, and he shakes his head in approval.
"You can refer to me as Admiral, it's what most people call me." He licks his lips and says "Let me show you to your room."
He ushers me down the hall. The scent of pine fills my nose as he opens the door to the sunlit room. "Wow, this is beautiful," I say, stepping into the room and taking it all in. He sets the bags down on the bed and the bottle of tequila slips out of the plastic bag onto the bed. The Admiral picks it up, examining the label. I get a better look at him here, and he is a beautiful specimen. He's older, maybe 50 or so, but somehow the way he aged actually makes him look better. He has curly salt and pepper hair and his skin is a sun kissed umber.
I can see the tone of his muscles under his clothing. He's wearing a simple white tee shirt and fitted khaki slacks, but his dick print is insane. He's a tall guy, maybe 6'2" or so, and his dick is over halfway to his knee. After he finishes reading the label, he says, "Do you mind if I take this? I can make us some drinks while you slip into something more comfortable." He winks.
"Sure" I say. "I'm excited to see what you come up with!"
He walks towards the door and as he passes me, he places a hand on my exposed abdomen and whispers into my ear "How do you like your drinks?" His breath is warm and sharp, the scent of black coffee enveloping me.
"Strong," I croak out. I feel a strong urge to throw myself on the bed and let him have his way with me. But when I think about Dallas and how much I love him, I shake the thoughts from my head and say, "Better get started on those drinks. I'll be out in a minute."
He continues to the door, and we lock eyes as he closes it shut. I take a quick shower and slather on lotion and my signature perfume. I put on a peach crop tank with no bra and some tight high waisted jean shorts with no undies.
I give myself a look of approval then head to the kitchen. "Are the drinks done?" I smile innocently as I approach the kitchen island.
"I'm already on my second one, you gotta catch up, baby girl," he says, handing me a beautifully constructed cocktail. "Careful, it's strong."
I grab the drink, taking a sip. Yes, it's extremely strong, but delicious.
"It's so smooth. How did you manage that with cheap liquor?"
He chuckles. "With the right touch, you can transform that cheap liquor into something that tastes as refined as a top-shelf whiskey. It's like the difference between a quick fling and a slow, indulgent evening--both can be satisfying, but knowing how to use your tools makes all the difference in creating a truly memorable experience."
I chug the last remnants of my drink and watch as he meticulously constructs another.
"Why don't you come over here and get a closer look," he urges. "Let me show you how it's done."
I go to him, almost too eager. I stand in front of the island and he stands behind me, guiding my arms and hands as we work together perfecting the drink.
He places the drink in my hand, and his hand grazes my nipple as he pulls a few of my twists back. He runs his hands along my sides until he reaches my hips and I feel his grip tighten. He pulls my hips and ass against his groin gently, mimicking a fucking motion.
I close my eyes and push my ass against his growing erection. He moves his hand around my thigh and rubs his hand between my legs. My breath catches in my throat. "That's it baby girl, you wanna cum for the Admiral?" he says, wrapping his hand around my throat.
"Mmm...Yes" I say, straining against his grip.
"Are you gonna do everything I say no matter what?" he says, teasing my pussy under my shorts.
"Mmm...Yes...." I say, entranced. I wonder what the fuck is going on here. I'm a natural submissive, and I love a man who takes charge forcefully, but I don't normally hand over control like this to someone I've only known for twenty minutes. But there's something about the Admiral that I find totally irresistible. When Dallas said "Unc is smooth as hell," he sure wasn't exaggerating.
"Good girl....finish your drink," he says, his hand moving from my throbbing slit and slapping my ass. "Follow me."
He leads me to the living room and he turns to kiss me. We kiss with matched intensity, I begin pulling at his shirt, but he stops me "I lead, you follow, you got that baby girl?... Say 'Yes, Admiral.'"
"Yes, Admiral."
"Now, I'm gonna go grab some tools from my room and I want you to undress." he says. "Say 'Yes, Admiral.'"
"Yes, Admiral."
He walks away and I begin undressing. I have no clue what's come over me. I could leave...I should leave... I came here to spend time with my loving and amazing boyfriend and now I'm about to fuck his uncle...what's happening?
Despite my reservations, I get undressed and toss my top and shorts in a neat pile in the corner just before the Admiral returns with a hefty duffle bag.
He pauses, taking in my young, taut, naked body "Mhm mmh, I am gonna have fun with you."
He does a 360 around my body, admiring the slopes and curves of my form. He lifts his hand and gives my left breast a squeeze. His expression is almost...curious. I bite my lip as he examines me.
He puts his middle finger into his mouth wetting it with his tongue, and without breaking his gaze from mine, he slips his finger between my freshly waxed pussy lips. His finger glides in. He's careful not to touch my sensitive clit, and I writhe with him as his fingers slip back and forth.
"Ooohhh baby girl....you're soaking." He brings his fingers up to my mouth "Taste yourself, baby girl," he says as I wrap my lips around his long thick finger. I suck on it, desperately gulping down my juices.
"That's enough," he says calmly, removing his fingers as I greedily try to keep them inside my mouth.
