Ding-dong!
"Cara, door!" Uncle Johnny yelled.
He was sitting on the living room couch, watching the end of a football game. It was Sunday night, the game was just finishing up, and he was looking forward to finishing his beer, turning off the TV, and finding his sexy little niece to take to bed. He was leaving for a two-week business trip in the morning, so was spending the night at his brother's house to have one more night with the nubile 18-year-old before his trip. Normally, she'd be curled up on the couch next to him, but Johnny hadn't seen her for a little while.
Ding-dong!
The doorbell rang again. Wondering what she was up to, he yelled, "Cara, can you get the door, please?"
Bill, his brother and Cara's daddy, yelled back from whatever he was doing in the kitchen, "Can you grab it, Johnny? I think Cara's busy with something."
Letting out a long sigh, Johnny put down his beer on the coffee table and stood up, making his way through the living room to the front entry. His mind on the game in the background, he opened the front door and then stared in surprise at who was on the front porch.
Lit up by the porch light, Cara stood on the front porch, but not as he'd ever seen her before. Her hair was down, framing her face and spilling over her shoulders and the collar of the tan, thigh-length coat she was wearing. The belt was cinched tight and her hands were in her pockets, so all Uncle Johnny could see of Cara's outfit were the smoky, black stockings and five-inch black stiletto heels she was wearing. With her face made up with full makeup, including smoky black eyes and dark red lipstick, Cara looked like an expensive hooker standing in front of her own house.
"Is John here?" Cara asked in a sultry voice to her confused uncle.
"Bill?" Johnny asked. He turned his head back into the house to call for his brother, only to find him in the doorway of the living room holding a video camera, clearly recording, facing the front door.
Cara reached out with one hand and turned her uncle's face back to her.
"You must be John," she said, smiling, putting her hand back in her pocket. "I'm Cara. May I come in?"
Johnny nodded and moved back, holding the door open wide. Cara stepped inside and moved toward the living room, winking at her daddy and the camera as they backed up when she stepped forward. Stopping in the middle of the living room, Cara turned to face her Uncle Johnny, who had closed the front door and was now standing in the doorway of the living room, still looking at her as if he was confused.
"The man who hired me for the night," Cara told her uncle as she untied the belt of her coat and pulled the sides open, "said I was your going-away present."
She let the coat drop to the floor and Johnny, Bill, and the video camera all got a good look at what she was wearing.
The red of her lipstick matched the red of the ribbon and lace on the black corset she had on. The corset made her small waist look tiny, especially when compared to her enormous breasts spilling out of the corset top. Each breath made her nipples play peek-a-boo with the corset cups, and her 34J tits were pushed up almost to her collarbone, forming the deepest cleavage Johnny had ever seen. The corset stopped just below her belly button, leaving her entire pelvic area bare. Freshly shaved bare pussy lips called to Johnny, as he saw she was wearing nothing but those thigh-high smoky black stockings and the stilettos on her bottom half. Turning around to give everyone a good look, they saw that the red ribbon lacing up her corset was tied in a bow at the bottom, right at the small of her back, with the ends of the ribbon tracing over her tight, round, bare ass.
Uncle Johnny had to take in several gasping breaths, looking at his perfect little niece dressed up like the most expensive hooker he'd ever seen. He looked to his brother, standing in a corner of the room behind Cara, capturing this all on film, knowing they must have planned this together.
"I'm yours for the night, John," Cara said to her uncle.
Johnny turned back to Cara.
"Sir," he said.
"If you're mine for the night, Cara," Johnny said, taking a step closer to her, "call me sir."
"Yes, sir," Cara said, clasping her hands together at the small of her back to push her bulging breasts out higher and further.
"You'll do whatever I want?" Johnny asked, stepping closer.
"Yes, sir," Cara said, watching her uncle as he moved toward her.
"And you're okay with this all being on film?" Johnny asked, stopping right in front of her.
"Oh, yes, sir!" Cara said, looking up only a few inches to her Uncle Johnny's face.
She leaned toward him, liking the height her heels gave her, enabling her to whisper close to his ear, "And I really hope to be able to watch it with you sometime in the future."
She winked at him as she pulled back and saw her Uncle Johnny's beautiful, familiar smile cross his face before he looked her over again.
"Drop to your knees," Uncle Johnny ordered. "I'm going to listen to the end of this game while I watch you suck me off," he told her. "Then we'll see what else we can get up to."
"Yes, sir," Cara said as she sank to her knees on the carpet in the living room.
Her hands reached for her uncle's belt buckle and she slowly undid it, popping open the button on his jeans, and pulling down the zipper. She could feel the hard length of his erection beneath the material as she pulled the fabric apart. Sliding her hands into the waist of his jeans, she smoothed them off his hips so that they dropped to the floor at his feet, leaving him in just a pair of boxers. Looking up into his face, Cara tucked the front of his t-shirt into the waistband of his boxers so it wouldn't get in her way, and then she reached into his fly to grab for his cock.
"You're so hard already, sir," Cara said, carefully maneuvering his large rod through the fly.
Johnny just watched and didn't respond as his hooker niece held his dick with one little hand, then carefully tucked the material of his boxers around his balls with the other. She licked him there first and Johnny closed his eyes at the feeling of his niece's tongue bathing his balls just the way he liked it. He loved having his balls handled at any time, but particularly during blowjobs, he preferred to have them included.
"Great start," he choked out, as he felt Cara's mouth close over one of his balls, getting it nice and wet as she gently sucked, then moving to the other one.
His hands gently ran through Cara's hair as he opened his eyes and stared down at his hooker niece leaving her red lipstick all over his balls. His dick got even harder as he took in the sight of her smeared lipstick. She pulled back to smile up at him and then opened her mouth and slid the tip of his dick in.
Johnny groaned as those wet, red lips closed over the head of his cock, sucking him in, her tongue teasing the head where the precum was already dripping. Cara pulled back, opened wider, and sucked him in again, getting him nice and wet as she worked her way down his big dick. She was still working on deep throating him comfortably, but tonight she was doing a great job as more and more of his dick disappeared into her mouth.
Moving her head back and forth, Cara moaned as she felt the head of his dick hit the back of her throat. That extra little vibration set Johnny off, and his hands fisted in her hair before he pulled her face hard onto his dick, almost mashing her nose into his pelvis.
