Pageant Slut

I was sitting in my room one evening checking my email when I saw that I had a message from my niece, Ashley. I was really surprised to be hearing from her, because I knew she didn't like me very much.

Ashley was my younger sister's only daughter, and she had always been a spoiled brat. From the moment she was born, my sister was hiring professional photographers to take her picture, and flooding the family with photo after photo of her kid. And while there was no denying that she was a cute kid, with her little turned-up nose, big blue eyes and dark red hair, it got old after awhile. As soon as she could walk, my sister had her in beauty pageants and she began winning prizes and titles. She grew up to be a stunner, there was no doubt about that. Many times at family functions, I would have to remind myself not to stare at her — she was my niece after all, and besides that, she was under aged! But I still went to all her silly little pageants and competitions out of support . . . until recently, that is.

I remembered with some anger what had happened several months ago, at a party my sister threw her to congratulate her for winning her latest pageant. Now that she's eighteen, in her last year of high school and getting ready for college, this win is big deal for her, because it came with a scholarship that would pay most of her college tuition. While at the party, I overheard Ashley telling her mother, "I don't want Uncle Gary invited to any more of my events! He's a slime ball, and a total creep. I hate the way he's always ogling me in front of everyone." They had no idea I had come into the room, and when my sister's eyes widened, Ashley turned around and saw me, and her face went totally red. She stammered something unintelligible and rushed out of the room. My sister apologized to me, but added that since it upset Ashley, maybe I should "take some time off" from coming to family functions.

I was totally humiliated by the whole thing. My sister had a big mouth and I knew she'd tell the entire family what Ashley had said. Sure enough, my brothers and their wives started treating me differently. I used to take their kids to the park and the zoo on weekends, since I was the bachelor uncle, and liked spending time with kids. But now every time I call to suggest something, they make excuses about already having plans. I knew what the truth was. Between Ashley and her mother spreading stories, everybody thinks I'm a total pervert!

I remembered all of this as I looked at Ashley's name in my inbox, and all the anger came back. I mean sure, she was a hot piece of ass, but the way she talked, anyone would think I propositioned her. And why, if she thought I was such a slimy creep, had she sent me an email with the subject line "Hey Hot Stuffff!"?

My question was answered a few seconds later when I opened the email and read it.

Hey Tyler! I had a great time last Saturday. Here are some of the pictures we took. I think they turned out great! Can't wait to see you again this weekend, big guy! We'll have the whole place to ourselves!"

The message was signed with a bunch of x's and o's along with Ashley's name. I realized immediately that the email was a mistake. She obviously thought she'd sent it to her boyfriend, Tyler. Tyler's father was the minister of the church she and her mother went to, and they'd been dating for over a year. Her mother was always bragging about how unlike most girls her age these days, Ashley was still pure, and had taken a chastity vow with her boyfriend to wait until marriage before having sex. Ashley had even written an essay for the local paper about saving her virginity, and won a prize along with more scholarship money. She and Tyler had their photos taken and everything.

So it was with great interest that I opened the pictures she'd attached to the email. As they loaded onto my screen, my jaw went down and my dick went straight up!

Ashley and Tyler were having wild sex and the camera had caught it all! There was one of her on her knees while Tyler went at her from behind, doggy style. The look of bliss on her face was unquestionable. In another, she was in profile with Tyler's entire cock and one of his balls in her mouth! The picture quality was so good, I could even see the bulge the head of his dick made in her throat. She had one hand on his ass, slipping a few fingers into his anus, and four fingers of her other hand were buried in her cunt. I could even see the juices from her cunt dripping down her parted legs. And what was more, I saw that my virginal little niece had a shaved pussy!

I couldn't help but open my fly and reach into my pants as I continued scrolling through the racy pictures. God, this was like Christmas morning! In the next image, Tyler was lying on his back while Ashley rode him. Even though the image was still, I could almost see her full tits bouncing as she impaled herself on his cock. God, I always thought her tits must be amazing, from what I'd seen through her clothes, and I was right! They were round and luscious and perky, and looked to be a C cup. She was leaning back with her legs parted, and there was a clear view of his shaft disappearing inside her. All that could be seen of Tyler was his chin.

I began stroking my ever-hardening dick with increased frenzy as I moved to the next photo. In it, Ashley had her head thrown back and her mouth wide open as Tyler ate her out. His face was buried in her cunt, but hers was once again crystal clear. She had both her hands on her big tits, fondling them and squeezing her nipples, looking like she was having the time of her young life! I groaned and felt my balls begin to tighten, but I forced myself to hold back while I clicked on the final shot, enlarging it.

This one was the doozy. Tyler was once again on his feet while Ashley stayed on her knees, and a bright white jet of cum was shooting from the tip of his dick. The kid obviously had a big load, because a lot of it had already landed on my niece's face. She had a trail going from her left eye to her mouth, and the tip of her pink tongue was out, lapping up the jism that had landed on her lips.

My God, what a little whore she was! Letting some guy shoot his load all over her face, and licking it up like it was ice cream!

Unable to control myself, I released my own load of hot cream all over my hands and thighs. Seeing my hot little niece carry on like a top-ranked porn star was more than I ever expected, and I felt more aroused than I ever had in my life.

I sat back, panting, once my load had emptied. I happened to glance at the photos on my screen, like little ducks all in a row — and to my complete shock, my dick got hard AGAIN! I mean let's face it — I'm in my 40s, and when a man gets my age, the time between hard-ons gets longer and longer. So seeing that my niece could have that kind of effect on me made my mind whirl. This was just a first taste. I HAD to see more.

In a few minutes time, I had made my plans. But before I did anything else, I turned the pictures into a slide show, put it on repeat, and put my hands back on my dick. I had some serious stroking ahead of me!

I knew my sister was headed out of town that weekend for a conference. She divorced Ashley's dad years ago and he lives out of state, so I also knew Ashley would be home alone. From her email, I knew the little hypocrite had plans to spend that weekend fucking Tyler's brains out, but her plans were about to change.

I called Ashley's cell phone on Friday afternoon, the day after I got the pictures. She didn't answer, so I figured she was ignoring my calls. But I just smiled, knowing this would be the very last time she pulled that stunt. When her voicemail came on, I left her a short, cryptic message. "Ashley, hi. This is your Uncle Gary. I'm calling about the email you sent me, and the pictures that were attached of you and Tyler. I want you to call me back as soon as you get this message. Good bye."

Eleven minutes later, my phone rang. I picked it up with a smooth, "Hello?"

For a moment there was just breathing on the other end of the phone, and finally Ashley's voice came on the line. It was obvious that she'd been crying. "Uncle Gary?" she said hesitantly. "I just got your uh . . . your message. You said something about pictures?"

I grinned. It was obvious that Ashley thought she could smooth talk her way out of this one. She was about to find out how very wrong she was. This little slut was about to get taught the lesson of her life!

"That's right Ashley. Now I want you to listen to me, and do exactly as I say. Are you at home?"

"No, not yet. Listen, Uncle Gary, I —"

"Shut up, you little slut, and listen to me." There was a shocked silence on the other end, and then I heard tears. By calling her a slut, I confirmed her worst fears of exactly what pictures I was talking about. "Stop that crying, tramp," I said with pleasure. It felt good to call her some pretty accurate names after putting up with the gossip she and her mother had spread about me.

She hiccupped into silence, and I waited before speaking again, knowing I was extending her agony, and loving every minute of it.

"Do you have plans with Tyler tonight?"

"Y-yes," she stammered.

"I want you to call him and cancel. Make any excuse you want, but make sure he doesn't come anywhere near your house tonight. And then I want you to get your pert little ass home as quickly as you can. I want you to put on that cheerleading uniform of yours, but don't wear any panties or a bra beneath it. Then I want you to sit on your living room couch and wait for me. Do you understand?"

There was a long, long silence. God, I would've given my left nut to see her face at that moment! But I'd be needing both nuts for the weekend I had planned. "Do you hear me?" I repeated. "Tell me you understand!"

"I — I understand," she whimpered finally.

"Good. And you'd better not look all red and puffy-eyed when I see you. Clean yourself up and put on some of that beauty pageant make-up. I want you to curl you hair too, the way it was when you won the Miss. Lawndale competition. And Ashley, you and I both know what pictures I have of you. If you disobey any of my instructions or tell anyone what I've said, you will seriously regret it. I'll see you in about an hour."

I hung the phone up and quickly got all the supplies together that I would need. I had most of them around my house already, but I had also gone shopping for the occasion. After all, it's not every weekend you get to spend blackmailing your gorgeous niece! I packed everything into a sports bag and then added the finishing touch: all five of the pictures, printed in glossy 8x10s and framed. I packed them carefully into a separate bag, then headed for my sister's place.

When I got there, I used the key I knew they kept hidden in a fake rock along the walk to their front door, and let myself into the house. A grin spread over my face as I saw a beautiful sight: my niece with her dark red hair curled and tumbling over her shoulders, her blue eyes wide with fear, sitting there on the couch in her little cheerleading outfit. Since she wasn't wearing a bra, her big, juicy tits were practically hanging out of the halter top, and the skirt (which was so short her mother once threatened to make her quit cheerleading) was riding up her thighs. Without her special cheerleading panties on, I could see the barest shadow of her shaved pussy beneath the pleated folds of the skirt. Soon, I would be seeing a whole lot more.

"Hello there Ashley," I said smoothly. She just looked at me, unable to speak. I smiled even wider, and locked the front door behind me. I carried my duffle bag into the living room and set it down on the floor at one end of the couch, then sat on the couch beside my niece. "What, no kiss hello for your favorite uncle?" I asked wickedly.

Ashley looked as if she wanted to throw up, but she leaned over and kissed me, lighting-quick, on my cheek. I was amused. I knew I was attractive for my age. I had a well-muscled physique that I kept in shape from running and lifting weights, and all the thick, wavy brown hair on my head was my own. I had plenty of hair in other places too, much more than Ashley would be used to — not to mention another surprise she wouldn't be used to either, judging from what I saw of Tyler. But she had all weekend, so I wasn't worried in the least.

"So, Ashley — I can't tell you what a nice surprise it was to get your pictures in the mail the other day. Do you know what pictures I'm talking about?"

Ashley looked down at her lap and nodded. Her hair fell forward, covering her eyes, but I could see tears start to fall into her lap.

"What was on those pictures?" I asked gently.

"It was a mistake!" she cried, speaking for the first time. She turned wild, frightened blue eyes to me. "I swear, Uncle Gary, it was the worst mistake of my life. I know you want to humiliate me, but please —"

"Answer my question," I said harshly, cutting her off. I wasn't interested in bargaining. She was going to pay for making me into the black sheep of my family, and nothing she said would change what I had in store for her.

Ashley emitted a huge sob, but finally mumbled, "It was me . . . with Tyler."

"Doing what?" I prodded.

"Having . . . having sex."

"That's right. Now I want you to describe the first picture to me, in detail."

Suddenly, Ashley jumped to her feet. "No! I don't have to — to take this from you, Uncle Gary! I want you to leave me alone, you — you pervert!"

I stopped smiling immediately. "I would be very careful if I were you, Ashley. VERY careful. Perhaps you've forgotten the details. Would you like to see the pictures again, to jog your memory?"

She looked at me in shock. "You brought them?"

"Yes, of course I did. I love these pictures of you so much Ashley, I can barely stand to go ANYWHERE without them. Why just the other day, I was in the grocery store and one of them fell out of my pocket —"

This brought on a fresh wave of tears, and I couldn't help but laugh. "I'm just kidding, Ashley. But the point I am trying to make is that I have these pictures, not only on my hard drive and several different discs, but in print as well. And from now on, unless you do exactly what I tell you, those pictures will be everywhere you turn. You are quite well known in this town, aren't you? I think there'd be a LOT of interest if those were to surface."

She gasped, and stepped away from me, but I got to my feet, opened the bag, and set each glossy, framed photo in a line on the table. Ashley's face went red, and then white, and then a pasty shade of green.

"I have a very high -quality printer," I said with a smile. "Remember how you and your mother used to take advantage of that fact and have me print all your invitations and announcements and publicity photos, without ever offering to reimburse me a dime? Payback's a bitch, honey."

"You wouldn't dare . . . you couldn't . . ."

"I would. I could. First, the newspaper office would get a set of them. I think they'd be interested in knowing what everyone's favorite virgin is up to in her spare time. I think you can kiss that scholarship money from them goodbye once they see what a lying hypocrite you are. Then I think the pageant committees from all your little competitions will get copies. Especially this latest one, that's paying your tuition for you. You're supposed to make charity appearances in your crown for that one, aren't you? Do you think they'll let their crown be worn in public by a little tramp who likes to lick cum off of her face? And let's not forget Tyler's parents, and your mother, who all think you're such an angel . . . you know, the nicest part about these pictures is how you can't see Tyler's face in any of them. It's just the back of his head in one picture, his chin in another, and in the rest he's only shown from the waist down. Why, you could be screwing anyone in these photographs — maybe five different men, for all anyone knows. Your reputation won't stand a chance."

By the time I finished that speech, Ashley was collapsed on the floor in tears. "Please Uncle Gary, don't. I'm begging you! I can't go to college without those scholarships. Mom spent so much money over the years putting me into pageants that we don't have ANY savings! And I've never had a job because I was too busy with pageants."

"What about all your pageant prize money?" I said coldly. "You can always use that."

"Mom used it all to help us pay for this house!" she wailed. "My dad never sends us any support money, but Mom is terrified people will find out that we're poor! She uses my prize money to buy furniture and fancy clothes."

"Then you don't have much of a choice, do you?" I asked softly. Ashley shook her head. "And you'll do everything I say, won't you?" After a slight pause, Ashley nodded.

"Then get up, and come stand in front of me."

She got to her feet, wiping her tears away at last. There was a look in her face that was determined, if nervous. She knew what position she was in, but she was willing to face up to it. I respected that, but she still had to be taught a lesson.

As soon as she was in front of me, I slapped her across the face. She stumbled backwards, stunned, but didn't fall.

"That's for calling me a pervert. Don't you dare call me any name ever again, except Uncle Gary—for now. Later on, you'll have some new names to call me by, but we'll get to that later." She looked disgusted, but stood her ground, trembling. "Now, go close all the curtains in this room. I don't want anyone peeking in here while we're busy."

She sighed, but did what I asked. As she went around closing the curtains, she had to stand on her tip-toes and stretch up to reach the strings, since their windows were so high. She was right, this was a ritzy house in a posh neighborhood. My sister must be breaking the bank to make the payments. But she had always told us that Ashley's father's child support payments made it all possible. Now I knew she was lying to cover her pride.

Then all thoughts of their financial situation went right out of my head as I realized that Ashley's skirt went up when she reached to pull the curtains shut, revealing an inch or two of rounded butt-cheek to my widening eyes. I could feel my little guy start to stir, but I forced him down again, unwilling to start the party until I was good and ready.

Finally, the room was darkened and Ashley was left standing across from me, biting her lower lip in a way that was so cute I wanted to kiss her. But not yet.

"Come over here," I said in a soft voice. I wanted her to feel relaxed, and at ease. I hated the fact that she thought of me as a slime ball, because I had always thought of myself as a nice guy, and I genuinely wanted her to like me — but I also wanted her to pay for what she'd said and done. These conflicting desires fought it out in my body even as she got close enough to me for me to smell her shampoo.

I sat her on the couch and turned her chin so that she was looking once again at the pictures. "Now, let's start where we left off. Tell me about what you're doing in the first picture."

Ashley closed her eyes briefly, but began talking in a monotone. "I'm having sex with my boyfriend, Tyler."

"What kind of sex?"

"Doggy style sex."

"Do you like getting fucked from behind?"

Ashley swallowed before answering. It wouldn't be the last time she did that before the night ended, I thought gleefully. "Yes."

"How else do you like to be fucked?"

"Lots of ways."

"Like from the top?" I pulled the third picture forward. "Tell me about this one."

"Tyler and I are having sex with me on top."

"You're riding him just like a pony, aren't you?"

"Yes."

"You like having his hard cock inside of you, don't you?" I asked with a leer on my face.