Thanks to Jennifer and readers for the spark to add a chapter to this series.
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My precocious niece Jennifer was a wildcat girl of 19 who was in college partially to learn and partially to party. She was smart in some ways and brilliant in others.
When she wrecked her mother's pride and joy car while joyriding in a school parking lot with friends, she knew her goose was cooked. She didn't have money for repair and surely couldn't call the insurance company ---- her mom, by sister, would know what happened an that would cause her all kinds of repercussions at home.
So in the end she turned to me for help. Being the nice guy I am --- okay I am a guy who saw this as a great opportunity to humiliate and then get satisfaction that uncles shouldn't even dream of ---- I brokered a deal. It was a simple deal, Will, the expert auto body guy at the dealership I ran, would work with me to make the car perfect.
I'd concoct a story that made the repair plausible for my sister, a problem with the car and a recall by the manufacturer. Will and I would do extensive work, and Will, well, would get his shank sucked by the pretty college cheerleader. Oh, along the way, I'd get to spank some sense into that pretty ass.
Somehow things got derailed for her as my desire to humiliate and my own need for gratification took over. One night after paying off her debt with Will, well, she was coerced into blowing me as well.
The thing is, I wasn't even one bit sorry for the setup. She deserved it. For years she's taken advantage of everything, from her mother to the rest of the family. She ended up first with a sore bottom from a well-deserved spanking at my hands, and later agreed to a deal that gave Will 21 blowjobs for his work.
Jennifer begged off, said she wasn't a whore, and in my mind she wasn't.
She was offering bartered services for bartered services. Yes, it involved her spending time on her knees, but it wasn't like she'd never given a blowjob before. In fact, she was quite good at it. If you skipped the last chapter of this sage, you'd know she'd blown my cork after blowing Will one night at the dealership.
Wow, that's all I could say.
In the weeks that followed Will got more of his owed bjs. My sister got her car back, none the wiser, and Will admitted to me he'd probably never collect the remaining barter from my niece. We were wrong, though, because at least once a week she'd show up after work, unannounced, and would knock his socks off.
For me, there wasn't a repeat of that wonderful night when Jennifer worked my dick and let me orgasm in her wet and willing mouth.
But we did talk a lot, generally after Will left the building with a smile on her face. I had made my point of humiliating the lovely lady, and wasn't going to press thing. Deep down I knew it was wrong for me to have her suck me off, so maybe the overwhelming guilt just was a turn off.
It has been said what goes around, comes around. I don't know about that, but there is some truth to the adage I suspect.
One night in my office with a smug look she advanced from small talk to, well, talk that nearly knocked my socks off. It was a sidewinder out of nowhere. Totally unexpected she started to emphatically lay down the cards. The cards that looked like a sure fire winning hand.
"Uncle Rob, you know this was all wrong, don't you?" cooed the girl. "I was thinking of telling my mother about what you made me do. Really, I don't think she'd be happy that her brother was a whoremonger.
"I really think you would be in hot water if I told how you forced me to suck the cock of a guy, and then made me suck your cock as well. That's incest. That's wrong."
Jennifer knocked the smile off her face. "Oh, and maybe your boss, Mr. Hoffman, might like to know about how his General Manager did things off the books, used workers for his own and coerced girls to do naughty, illegal things in his building. How about that."
Staring at the girl, I wasn't sure what to say. Silence was indeed golden. What was going on here?
"You know, I was discussing this with my law professor. He's a lawyer, a real freak. He likes looking up my skirt, so he's happy to discuss legal matters. I told him I had a friend who was forced to put out for an older guy, sucking his dick. Yes, I said it that way. I think he was going to explode in his pants.
"I even told him the bastard took videos of my friend sucking, that he threated to post them, to humiliate her. That the guy used her in so many ways, even bringing others into the escapade. In the end he said, video or not, I could probably get the bastard for rape.
"He said even if it didn't stick, the guy would be ruined, ostersized from his family and probably fired from his job. What do you think about that?"
I was tongue-tied.
A series of terrible scenes flashed through my brain. It didn't help that Jennifer had a stern look on her face, that she kept babbling on about her friend and how he was going to lose everything.
The think is, I believed the conniving bitch would do something like that. Shit.
"So, Uncle Rob, do you get the picture? I have your balls in my hand and I can squish them."
Nodding, I said something about that not being necessary.
"Oh yes, but it is," said the girl, leering at me. "You are fucked. I can't wait to tell Aunt Theresa. I bet she will have your ass out of the house that same night. She hardly blows you now, but she will screw you in divorce court.
"And my mom, well, there is no doubt about it. Your ass is grass."
I played the video card, but it didn't faze her. I said Will would back my story.
"Once he finds out what I will say, and what his wife will hear, well, I think he will see my way of things. You will be a renegade who ordered him to do nasty things for your own personal edification. You will be brought down like a house of cards. His marriage might survive, but I know for sure yours won't."
We stared at each other for a while before Jennifer broke the spell. No longer the pretty young thing, my lovely niece. Now she was a tigress circling a wounded prey. Jennifer had a side of her personality I'd never seen, and it wasn't a pretty picture.
"It's time for your payback, Uncle Rob. Get down on your knees. Right there. Now!"
What could I do? I didn't have a choice. I dropped down. She pointed for me to walk toward her, on hands and knees. My head hung low, I wasn't sure what was next, but I really didn't have a choice. My goose was cooked, well done.
"Lick my slit," was her command.
