I walk in the house and strip down to my bra and panties. I try to shed the butterflies in my stomach as well, but that's no good. I have well and deserved the evening ahead. He sits on the couch playing video games. I glance at him to gauge his mood.
"You have your instructions," he says not looking up.
Barely biting back a whine, I go upstairs and step into the room. The room only has a bed, chair, and a dresser. I kneel by the bed, hands in my lap, eyes down. This has been the routine every time I slip up for years.
Uncle gave me a job at his firm. And I may have blew it after a few cocktails after work turned into a fiasco. It was a fun night, everyone had fun and no one got arrested, thankfully. But a bunch of partying lawyers on the news is bad publicity. A few minutes later I hear the TV turn off. My heart is pounding with every motion and creak I hear coming. He sits on the chair and leans foward to me. I can't help but notice his pants have a distinct bulge. He grabs a fistful of my hair and calmly but sternly starts talking.
"Maria, I gave you this job out of the kindness of my heart and you take to the associates like a dog in heat? You can't be doing that. There's consequences for your actions. Do you understand?"
I nod.
His fists tightens a second, but he lets go and cups my chin so I have look him in the eyes. They are full of fury, but his voice doesn't waver.
"There was video evidence of you half baked, half naked, shaking that little ass on top of a car at Circle K. You're lucky as hell they didn't press charges. You wanna act like a ho?"
He shifts and works his cock out of his pants. "Go right on ahead."
His head is huge. I gingerly lift it with my hands and drop it shaking my head. Every fiber of my brain is telling me no, but my need is stronger. Part of my instructions were to not have any kind of relations for a week. He slaps my face. Not hard, but firmly. Just enough to remind me I don't really have a choice. So just to test the waters, I lick the head like a lollipop. He jerks me back by my hair.
"Suck it, Maria."
Per instructions, I put my hands behind my back and wrap my mouth around the head and push as far as I can without choking. The red from my lipstick is wearing off, but I keep going. He grunts with satisfaction. I want so badly to move my hands around and feel the wetness in my panties. Uncle seems pretty occupied. Maybe one touch wouldn't hurt. Continuing to suck I slip two fingers along the wet spot of my panties. And gasp. Uncle pulls me back.
