So it's been about a year since I had my fun with RNAsh. I always give both her and my niece big hugs. When I can sneak it, I give her ass a squeeze. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't throw any woman out of bed, but she just isn't my type. It ended up being more of a hate fuck, but I don't want her to forget who the boss is. I still follow her on her porn page, but her postings have slowed lately.
My buddy is having a big summer BBQ and invites me over. Part way through it I am pretty sure I am either crashing in his spare room or taking an Uber home. I have had a few too many, and I am already happy. When I notice Ashley in the doorway motioning for me to come into the house. WTF does she want? I get up saying I need the bathroom and walk in the house.
Ashley steps back into the pantry, and I follow her. I stand very close to her, and look down at her. "And what do you want? Do you want another good hard fucking?" I ask.
I can see it in her eyes. I think she does, but doesn't want to admit it. Fuck it! Maybe I will just order her over some night. "Well no." She says.
I smile at her. "That's a lie. I can see it in your eyes." I slide my hand down and rub her pussy through her shorts. She moans.
"Please don't. Not here." She begs.
I swear I can feel her moisture and heat. I pull my hand away and push three fingers in her mouth. "My house, tomorrow, after your wife goes to work." I say and I return to the BBQ.
Later that evening, my buddy Jim and I are sitting there watching his son and his fiancé Chrissy play with some of the younger kids. Sean is one lucky guy. She is stacked, and pretty. She has to have Cs or Ds that look really good on her small body, with a nice curve to her ass and hips. "Damn to be young again." I say.
Jim laughs. "Buddy, she would kill us both."
"Yeah, but it would be a hell of a way to go." I say as we toast our beer cans and laugh.
His wife comes up behind us and dope slaps us both. "You two are disgusting. I see you watching Chrissy. She is young enough to be your daughter." She says with disgust.
I laugh. "Yeah, but she's not."
Then she takes a shot I didn't see coming. She mentions my deceased wife. "Jen would have been disgusted with you." She says.
Jesus, that lands like a ton of bricks on me, and pisses me off. I stand up, turn and glare at her. Jim hops up and looks at me concerned. "Charlie, she didn't mean it." He says.
I look at him, and then at his wife. "Oh she did, because she is a bit of a prude. Luckily my late wife wasn't. You want to know the truth?" I ask glaring at his wife. "Jen would have either role played with me when we got home as a younger lady, or she would have teased me while she was riding on top of me. Imagine bringing her into our bedroom for a threesome." I say.
I drop my beer on the table and walk out. I can hear Jim behind me yelling at his wife. "What the fuck was that?" I am in my car pulling away as Jim comes out of the house after me. I just wave and drive off.
I get home and drop into my recliner, drinking straight out of a bottle of scotch. I don't even bother turning on the lights. I go back and forth between sad because I am missing my wife, and mad because of what was said about her. I wake up sometime in the early AM, still in my chair. I get up and stumble to bed after taking some aspirin and water. I can feel the hangover beginning.
The hangover the next day is bad. Ugh I am too old for this. I look at my phone, and kind of feel bad for a moment. Jim texted me a few times and I never noticed. "I am sorry. She was wrong, etc.". It's the last two I feel bad about.
JIM - Just tell me you got home ok.
JIM - Call me when you wake up. I drove by and saw your car in your driveway with no dents. All the lights are off so I am guessing you are passed out.
The reality was I was half passed out in my recliner, and never heard the phone ding. I give him a short reply.
ME - Sorry I'm very hungover. Yes, I got home ok. Mad, but OK.
I drop the phone on my bed. I need a shower. I am dressed after my shower and decide I need food. I pick up my phone and Jim has sent a simple text.
JIM - Let me know when you want to talk.
Ugh I just can't right now. I head out to a local breakfast place to eat. After that I feel a bit better and decide to run a few errands.
By the time I get back home it's early afternoon and I think a beer or two might help me feel better. I am sitting on my back deck when I hear my doorbell. Ugh, it's probably Jim so I just yell. "Come on in. I am out back."
A moment later Ashley walks out onto my deck. I smile to myself. Oh yeah. I told her to come over today. I just look at her. She looks uncomfortable.
"Ummm, Uncle I was hoping we could talk." She says nervously.
"Talk about what?" I ask.
"Ummm, I have a friend that is having some money troubles." She starts to say.
"Strip!" I say.
"What?" She asks.
"I said strip. Strip naked now. If you think you are coming asking for more money, you are going to do it naked, or you will leave now." I say. She looks around my yard. It's a very private yard. "No one will see you. Strip or leave." I say.
I can see the little bit of resolve she had crumble in her eyes. She strips naked and stands there. "So my friend..". She starts.
"Not done yet. Sit." I say pointing to a padded chair. "Spread your legs, and play with your pussy while we talk." I say.
Her eyes close and her face drops as she sighs. She moves to the chair, sits, spreads her legs, and rubs her clit. "Ok, continue." I say as I sip my beer.
"So, umm, I have a friend who needs more money for her wedding. I thought maybe for some help with that we could work something out." Ashley says nervously.
I think for a minute. "So I am confused. You don't need money, but Sean & Chrissy do?"
Her face goes blank. "I didn't say Chrissy." She says quickly.
"No you didn't, but neither did you say it's not her." I stand up, drop my shorts, and sit back down. "Now come over here and blow me while I think, and make it a good blow job or you will regret it." I say. She just stares at me for a moment. "Did you think you were going to ask me for more money without blowing me and fucking me? You picked the wrong day to test me. Blow Me Now!" I growl at her.
Ashley gets up and kneels between my legs. She starts just sucking on the tip. I put my hands on the back of her head and shove her head down on me hard. Her body jerks as she gags and gurgles around my cock wedged in her mouth. I let her head up and she coughs and drools trying to catch her breath. I hold her head by her hair so she is looking at me. "Now make it a good blow job, or I swear I will shove me entire dick down your throat until you pass out."
Ashley looks scared. "I am sorry." She mutters.
"I will make you a deal. Make a real attempt, and give me a good blowjob and this afternoon can be very fun. You will enjoy yourself and I will get my rocks off. If you don't, well I can have you tied down, spanked and shocked in no time. And this time you can scream all you want as I shove my dick in your ass. No one will hear you scream." I say with an evil smile.
"I promise. I will try." She says.
I run my fingers through her hair, pushing it back. "Good girl. Now open wide." I say as a pull her head forward. She opens her mouth and sucks me in, as she wraps her fingers around me to keep me from going too deep. As long as she keeps trying, I will allow it. I slowly bob her head up and down until she gets it, and takes over. She keeps pulling her mouth off me, and rubbing her jaw. I am sure it's getting sore, but it's pissing me off. I hold her head down until she looks up at me. "No more stopping until I cum, or I will hold you down and with nothing but a little olive oil from my kitchen cabinet on my dick, and I will fuck your ass as hard and as fast as I can." I tell her and let go of her head.
She pops her head off to breathe, and sucks me back in. It is nowhere near a good blowjob, but she is trying. I am about to cum, so I reach out and hold her head down so she gets all my cum in her mouth. With a loud groan, I jerk and cum. Ashley jerks her head as I cum moaning as I cum in her mouth. I relax my hands on her head. "Don't miss a drop, and swallow it all like a good girl." I say.
Ashley pulls her mouth off me and I can see she doesn't like swallowing my cum, but she does. I run my fingers through her hair. "Good girl. That was better. You are learning. Go get me a beer, and yourself a drink if you want." I say pulling her to her feet, as I hold her hand. She gets up and turns. I reach out and give her a playful and half hard slap on the ass. She yelps in surprise, and keeps walking. She comes out with two beers. She hands me one and sits back down.
I smile at her. "So how much does Chrissy want?" I ask.
Ashley tries dodging the answer. "I'm not sure of the exact amount."
I glare at Ashley. "Cut the crap. How much?"
"Almost $10,000." She says softly.
"What the fuck!" I sigh, but it is Chrissy. She is stacked. She at least looks like she would be a fun fuck, but $10,000 worth? I look at Ashley. "Does she know you are asking me?"
"No, I told her I was asking a friend, then she started teasing me asking if I had a Sugar Daddy." Says Ashley. "She knows I do the website."
"You told her?" I ask.
"No Emily did one night bragging when we were drunk." Ashley says. "But she seemed ok with it. We have become good friends as the out-laws of the family as she says."
I sit there and think for a minute. I start to get an idea in my head. "Ashley, go upstairs to the spare bedroom. Take the comforter off the bed so it's just white sheets, move the nightstand so it's not near the bed, and take the picture off the wall. Once that is done, lay down, make yourself comfortable and play with yourself. I will be up in a bit." I tell her.
With a small smile on her face she gets up. "Yes, Uncle." She says and walks inside.
