Lacy & Her Uncles: Ch 02

"C'mon, it will be fun. It's not like you are doing anything anyway! Just say yes." Dimple begged on the call.

"Standing around half-naked does not sound like fun, Dimpi." Lacy sighed.

"Okay, does making money sound like fun, babe? Because it pays two grand for every hour. In 3 days you would have enough to party in Goa." Dimple shot back.

"Two thousand per hour? That's more than what I was making as an HR... like thousand times WAY more!" Lacy's shock sets Dimple laughing. "Fine, I'm in!"

Dimple's excited squeal almost busts Lacy's eardrum.

The gig was for Verma Height's newest project launch, The Grand Vista. All they had to do was take care of the guests, answer any questions they had on the property, ensure their snacks and drinks were refreshed, and generally act like hostesses. Dimple, Mohan's daughter, was beyond eager to sign up for it, not just for the wad of cash, but she used these soirees to hunt for a new sugar daddy.

Lacy agreed to sign up just for the wad of cash. It would help her with her mounting expenses, as things had gotten extremely dire with no job and no income. Her father had put her on a strict stipend of sorts, and he now controlled her every expenditure. Maybe she could network there for a job, she told herself.

Next morning, the girls arrived at the hotel grounds for their training. After the end of the session, they break for refreshments, and Dimple dragged Lacy to the greenroom. "Look at these sexy beauties!" She exclaimed, holding a short dress up.

"Are you kidding me? That's not a dress, it's a lingerie!" Lacy whined. The uniform-costume was a peach coloured strapless, body-hugging, mini-dress, with ridiculous ruffles on the hem.

"I know, right! I can't wait to put this baby on and work the crowd." Dimple chortled, making Lacy roll her eyes.

They quickly donned the outfits and head back to the event coordinator. "Alright ladies, listen up! Smile bright and wide, engage with the guests, make them feel very welcome, charm their pants off, and sell them the dream of The Grand Vista. Every girl who gets a guest to sign up for a site visit, gets additional bonus per confirmation, so flirt like crazy bitches. Got it?"

All 8 of them chorused 'got it, ma'am!'.

Lacy's agreement was quite subdued, she had no clue how to be charming or seductive. Since agreeing to this gig, the thought of running into Prem uncle at his own event had been plaguing her. Looking at all the girls dressed provocatively, she hoped he wouldn't notice her.

The music suddenly creaked over the speakers, blaring popular Bollywood numbers. Fiddling with the ruffles on her dress, Lacy stood at her designated area, tugging the hem down. The dress was short and tight on her plump, full-figured frame, emphasising her generous 34C breasts and her bubble butt. Even with the frill, the hem fell just a few inches below her ass. The underwear was a joke--just nipple pasties and a tiny g-string. Strappy 6-inch heels completed the outfit and Lacy couldn't have felt more exposed if she had stood there naked.

~ I should never have agreed to do this... this dress is so crazy... the damn pasties feel like clamps...

"You look so hot, babe." Dimple complimented Lacy, eyeing the caramel-skinned voluptuous but very nervous girl. "Bhagwan ke liye (for god's sake), stop fidgeting! And walk on your toes. It will make your tits and ass bounce sexily."

Lacy forced her hands to stop twisting her dress, and fixed her shoulder length hair instead. The music cranked up few notches louder as the first set of guests started to arrive.

"Smile, bounce." Dimple chanted, moving forward to greet the crowd of middle-aged men.

"Smile and bounce." Lacy echoed, plastering a stiff smile on her face.

Half way through the day, the two girls slumped behind the bar, groaning in unison. Their feet were screaming for relief in the 6-inch heels, and their backs hurt from keeping their posture straight.

Also, Lacy discovered an unexpected hazard of the gig--being groped incessantly. To think she was worried about Prem, when all day her ass had been a perky round target for roving hands. Every brush against her body brought back in glaring clarity Prem uncle's fingers burrowing inside her pussy.

"Wish they would quit with all the ass grabbing." Lacy grumbled, discreetly rubbing her butt.

"I think it's kinda fun." Dimple drawled, laughing at Lacy's shocked expression. "That's one way to get them to sign up for the site visits."

Lacy whisper-shouted at her best friend. "That's how you got 3? That's sick, Dimpi!"

"What's sick? A man want's to give me pleasure and I'm getting paid." Dimple pointed out unperturbed.

"You are okay letting men just touch you?"

"Honey, I'd let them fingerbang me if it meant more confirmations." Dimple giggled gaily. "Just so you know, Puja is leading. Bitch has 5 confirmations." She huffed, annoyed.

Lacy had none. Dimple's revelation roiled inside her brain like a tempest. It was just day one, and these girls had no qualms making money using sex.

"C'mon, live a little." Dimple drew Lacy into a side hug, shimmying to the beat of the music. "When was the last time a man wanted to please you, hmm?"

Lacy blushed a deep pink, wondering how Dimple would react if Lacy told her about her father's partner shoving his fat fingers inside her cunt in a room full of his friends. She was relieved he had not yet turned up.

"Just think about the money," Dimple waggled her brows, "it's 500 per signup--"

She abruptly stops to let out an ear-splitting squeal, spotting her father. Mohan joins them behind the bar, giving them both a hug. "How are my two beauties doing?"

"Dead tired, papa, but we are having fun." Dimple winked and poked Lacy to nod in response.

"Haan haan, wo toh dikh raha hai (yeah yeah, that I can see)." Mohan scanned them both, his eyes quickly skipping over Lacy's cleavage. "Aren't these dresses too short?"

Dimple immediately gets into a bickering match with her father about his lack of fashion sense. Lacy half-smiled and half-tuned herself out, reflecting on what Dimple told her.

By evening Lacy warmed up to the idea of flirting more openly with the guests, quickly mastering the art of smiling, even giggling. The lure of making more money was irresistible. She had worked up the nerve to let a strange man touch her, firmly pushing aside her qualms. Soon, she had 2 confirmations just for letting these desperate old men grab and fondle her ass.

~ It's not so bad... really... They are not all that disgusting... maybe this is fun...

Lacy ran through her spiel about the rooftop infinity pool with her third guest, who surreptitiously ran his finger over the curve of her ass. Her tummy tightened when he pretended to listen and shuffled closer, his finger slipping between her cheeks to nudge her g-string. She let him get close, her heartbeat picking up speed, as he timidly poked her panty-clad slit few times and then signed up for a site visit.

~ Oh, god! I have 3... I'm not a loser after all... he was weirdly sweet, not like that rude letch Prem uncle...

As if conjured by her thoughts, his slick-as-oil voice sidled up to her. "My god, you're looking gazab, beta (amazing, child)"

Dread swamping her like a wet blanket, Lacy turned to see Prem and another man walking up to her spot. "Oh... hello, uncle. How are you?"

"Tumhe dekhliya, tann-mann sab khush (just seeing you, mind-body both are happy)." Prem grinned widely. "What a beautiful dress... that color makes your skin look so luscious." He raked his eyes over her, taking in how the pale color offset her dark skin beautifully.

Suddenly antsy, Lacy shot him a pallid smile. She loathed being displayed to Prem uncle in this skimpy outfit. Even his friend couldn't quit ogling her tits.

"You know this young lady?" The man asked, speaking a little loudly to be heard over the music pounding through the speakers.

"Intimately." Prem chuckled, making Lacy blush. She wanted to turn and run out, but forced herself to stay her ground. "Beta (child), could you get us something to drink?"

Lacy nodded, only too happy to get away from them, even for a short while.

She walked back carefully, still insecure in the heels and how they made everything jiggle. But nothing could prevent gravity and momentum from doing their job of making her ample tits bounce with each step. She kept her eyes to the ground, worried she would trip. Her gaze snapped up when Prem's friend remarked, "Wow, just look at her strutting."

Embarrassed, Lacy quickly served them their drinks, hoping she could excuse herself. Her bladder had been urgently alerting her for quite some time.

"Lacy, can you get me a plate of kebabs as well? I'm famished." Prem smiled sheepishly.

Sighing, Lacy trudged off, walking even more gingerly. What she couldn't see was how her lush hips swayed with each step, her ass in the tight dress rolled sexily from side to side. When she came back with the plate, she squared her shoulders preparing to take her leave. The action made her unhindered tits jut out with a gentle bob, and the two men licked their lips.

"Arre (oh), I would like some snacks too." Prem's friend didn't bother hiding his smirk.

With a muttered 'of course' Lacy went to get him a plate. It was humiliating, trotting around for them. They made her fetch few more things, watching her undulating curves shimmy and shake deliciously. Spotting Mohan uncle, Lacy groaned under her breath, as he joined the duo. She was even more uncomfortable that Mohan uncle was witnessing her parade around. To her dismay, the unwanted attention had started to get to Lacy, her nipples perking in awareness as the men ogled her tremulous tits shaking with each movement. The pasties were proving to be useless, and Lacy could feel the adhesive resisting uncomfortably as her nipples hardened.

Walking back yet again, Lacy trained her gaze on Mohan, the safest of the trio but the display of her jiggling boobs with her twin peaks bevelling her bodice didn't escape his notice. Like a weak moth to a flame, his eyes flickered over her chest, his face a mask of discomfort and admiration.

Still, she sought him out for help, knowing he wouldn't make a play for her. "Mohan uncle, may I please be excused? I really need to use the restroom."

"Haan haan, beta (yes yes, child)!" Mohan pointed to exit behind them. "Use the facility. The greenroom is all the way at the other end."

Grateful, Lacy hurried to the washroom inside the building, but it required a keycard to unlock the door. Tightening her pelvic muscles she trotted back to the men, her tits swinging like melons in a bag. "Sorry, uncle, but it's locked."

"Arre (oh)! Come, I'll use my keycard." Prem volunteered.

Given Lacy's dire situation with her bladder threatening to void itself, she jogged ahead of Prem, past caring if he was leching at her ass. He unlocked the washroom, and Lacy rushed inside the stall. Jerking down her g-string, she plopped down on the commode with a groan. The jet of fluid shooting out of her was embarrassingly loud.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and Prem casually sauntered in. Lacy squeaked in alarm, her peeing was only half way through. "Uncle! I'm not done!"

"Carry on, my dear." Prem closed the door, his hand working on his belt and fly.

Lacy watched horrified as Prem worked the zipper down, and tried to pee faster. "What are you doing?" She cried.

"Dekh tere besharam matak-matak ne kya khada kardiya. (look what you woke up with your shameless strutting)." Prem stepped right up to her, Lacy's face eye-level to his waist and pulled his cock out. "Isko leke wahan kaise khada rahoon (how could I stand there with this)?"

Eyes agog, Lacy couldn't believe she was looking at Prem uncle's thick, semi-hard, hunk of flesh. His dick jutted out from between the open fly of his pants, bobbing in his hand, the eye of the helmet head staring right back at her. It was ugly as hell, just 4 inches long, but thicker than her wrist and was horrible mottled pink and brown color.

"You are sick!" Lacy finally found her voice. "I'll scream!"

"I don't think you will." Prem replied smugly, working his fist over his cock, making it grow harder and longer by another inch.

Inhaling a quick breath in, Lacy opened her mouth to yell and Prem promptly shoved the head of his old cock inside. Leaning down sideways, he grabbed her tit, his fingers closing in on her nipple and pinched the hard little flesh. "Kaategi toh isse nichod doonga (if you bite I'll twist this off)." To emphasise his point her tweaked the nipple harshly.

Lacy wailed in shock, her mouth opening wider and Prem shuffled closer, stuffing her with even more of his cock. She put up her hands on his hips to push him back, but stopped when he pressed down a fraction on her nipple. He groaned as her tongue flopped around his meat, trying to expel him. Old man sweat mixed with strong deodorant assaulted Lacy's senses, and she gagged.

"Ohh badiya (great)... gagging already?" Prem laughed, bucking his hips and pushing her back on the commode. Her hands now gripped his thighs, straining to maintain some distance between them.

Her pee jetted in fits and starts, her body unable to exercise control on any of her faculties. Prem gave a warning pinch to her nipple, wrapping his other hand around the back of her head to keep her in place. Lacy emptied her bladder, shuddering both in disgust and dread. Prem uncle's cock tasted vile, musky and salty. She continued to wiggle her tongue over his rigid flesh, the lips refusing to close around the thick shaft.

"That's it, my dear. Use your lovely tongue and lick me..." Prem sighed, nudging back and forth with his hips.

"Ughh... nngh" Lacy gagged again, worried she might puke.

"Chooso, beta (suck it, child)." Prem urged her, but she widened her lips, denying him the satisfaction of suction. He slid his dick all the way out, letting go of her head he held his cock by the base and slapped her mouth. "Nahin choose gi (you won't suck)?"

Lacy stared up at him woefully. "Uncle, stop... kya kar rahe ho (what are you doing)?"

"Sabak seekha raha hoon, beta (teaching you a lesson, child)." Prem grunted, whacking her a few more times, his cockhead beating her mouth and chin like a stubby baton. Precum dribbled down to gloss her lips, delighting at that sight, Prem smeared the light yellow liquid from one end of her mouth to the other. Lacy winced, her lips pulled back in a moue of grimace. He pinched and then pulled her tit up using the hard little nub, making her cry out and stuffing her mouth with his cock deeper than before.

To get a better grip, Prem pulled her hair up like a short ponytail, and used that leverage to move her mouth over his cock. Lacy couldn't tell for how many minutes this continued. Her heart beat so fast she was certain she would faint. Her bladder had emptied itself, but unable to move away from the grip Prem uncle had on her hair and her poor little nipple, she sat on the commode, her panty twisted around her knees.

~ Oh, god... this can't be happening... how the hell did I end up here... Prem uncle's cock is so horrible... HE is horrible...

Her mouth grew tired maintaining the wide grimace, and eventually sagged closed around the turgid shaft. Prem groaned loudly at the sensation of finally feeling her warm, wet mouth wrapping around his cock. "Oh, yes... just like that, chooso (suck it)..."

~ Maybe I should just blow him so this nightmare can end...

With that thought, Lacy squeezed her eyes shut and gagged again, making a feeble attempt to suck the cock stuffed in her mouth. As she wiggled her tongue against the underside of his prick, her mouth pooled with saliva. She swallowed, her throat working against the gag, and the vacuum created in her mouth made Prem groan with lust.

"That's my good girl... ahh... yes, beta (child), keep sucking me." Prem grunted.

Revulsion pulsed through her. Lacy maintained a steady seal on his cock with her lips, sucking the stubby pole as hard and deep as she could. She did want this to end, and end quickly. Prem started thrusting into her mouth, moaning and gasping with pleasure. He still held her nipple but was tweaking it absently. The stimulation of her sensitive nub, and the act of sucking his meatpole had started a tingle in her pussy. The ache in her pelvis grew as her tongue danced around Prem uncle's dick.

~ There's no way in hell I'm getting turned on by this... am I?

Lacy shuddered, trying to quell the rapidly building arousal in her cunt. But it was inevitable, the feeling of helplessness and forced to perform a sexual act on her lecherous old uncle was starting to feel exciting. All those hands who had groped her had built a fire deep in her core. Now with her unwilling mouth slurping over Prem uncle's cock, Lacy grew hotter and wetter.

She was so focused on sucking him off, she didn't realise he had let go of her nipple. The sound a click made her open her eyes and look up at him. Holding her hair tightly with one hand, Prem uncle's other hand had his phone out. He appeared to be texting. She jerked, trying to dislodge him, but he simply dragged her forward on his cock. The force of his thrust lifts him on the balls of his feet. Lacy's muffled screech made Prem shiver with delight.

"Ati sundar (very beautiful)." He smiled, moving the phone close to her face. She glared up at him, working her throat to speak up, but all it did was make him moan with pleasure. "Let's get you on your knees." He stepped back a few steps, dragging Lacy by her hair.

"Ummppff... nnggh..." Lacy protested, but couldn't stop herself being pulled off her seat on the commode. She stumbled to the floor, her knees catching her. His pants now down to his feet, Prem uncle snapped the commode's cover shut and he sat down on her vacated seat. With the change in angle her face was planted flush against Prem uncle's groin, his stubby meatstick tickling her palate, her nose buried in the mess of his wiry pubic hair.

~ He's recording me... oh, god... this sick bastard... his penis tastes so vile... I hope he cums soon...

"So much better, beta (child). Now, suck me properly, work that tongue." Prem uncle clicked on his phone again, moaning repeatedly. Lacy held on to his thighs as he started to build speed. Using her hair to bob her head, he began to ram his cock up as deep as he could go. Her eyes watered, making her mascara run. Down below, her sweet juices had started to drip. She sucked harder, hollowing out her cheeks to increase the suction around her uncle's cock. His precum and her saliva flooded her mouth and leaked over her lips.

He grunted and thrust harder in appreciation. "Choos, choos... ahh aur zor se choos (suck, suck... suck harder)."

Lacy shuddered helplessly, her tits swayed with every thrust. On her knees, with her panties shoved low, her bare ass jiggled in the air. Her slurping and Prem uncle's moaning almost drowns out the sound of the door opening. The draft of air whooshing in hits Lacy's exposed butt, cooling the wetness seeping from her inflamed cunt.

~ Someone came in!?! Oh, god, help me... help me...

Lacy slowed down her mouth on Prem uncle's cock, certain she would hear them shout and raise an alarm. She waited, even as Prem uncle continued to plunge his fat pole to the back of her throat. Hands gripped her butt, squeezing the plump flesh, and Lacy moaned in despair.

~No, no no, no...

Prem uncle slowed down from his frantic thrusting, putting his phone away he clutched her head with both his hands. Lacy moved her eyes around wildly, trying to see who was touching her ass but Prem uncle's grip on her hair was vicious.

"Hain na kitni sundar? (isn't she beautiful?)" Prem uncle spoke to whoever was behind her. She didn't hear their response, just the hands pawing her flesh, squeezing and slapping it. Her heart threatened to beat right out of her chest. The hands smacked her ass repeatedly, watching it jiggle, the soft brown skin turning a darker shade of pink. With the way she knelt, she was certain whoever it was could clearly see her pussy's slit. And the horrifying evidence of her nectar running down her thighs.