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Jenny lay back in the bath, and wondered for maybe the fiftieth time that day what the hell was she doing? It had seemed simple enough in the beginning, but now, with only a few hours to go, she was wondering if it would work, if she could do this, if it would be all she had dreamed it could be.
She was adopted while still a baby, so her family was the only one she had ever known. In fact, it was only just over a year ago that she had been told she was adopted. Which made her feel even more guilty and perverted. The truth was she was in love. With her step-father. She had always loved her Mum and Dad, as any normal child loved their parents. But a while ago, she realised that her love for her Step-father was not the same, that she had started thinking of him as a lover, not a father.
She had not seen him for a year, not since he and Mum had split up and he had moved out. At first, she had thought it was because of her, that she had somehow given away that she wanted him, but it seemed Mum had found out he had been seeing other women. Jenny was not surprised when she heard that, as far as she could see, her mother had never liked sex, and had eventually stopped performing her "wifely duties", as she called it.
So how could she complain if her husband looked elsewhere for sex? Jenny could not imagine anyone not enjoying sex. She had been active for the last twelve months or so, and loved every part of it, with men and with the few girls who had sweet-talked her into their beds. But the one man she really wanted was not interested in her.
Her mother would not talk about him, refused to let Jenny have anything to do with him. Jenny had ignored her and had kept in touch with Dad as best she could, a few letters, the odd text or email, a card on her birthday and at Christmas, but it was so limited, especially as Dad hated computers and refused to get on any messaging site or use social media.
She imagined how it would feel having him on webcam with her, doing a naughty strip tease for him, seeing if she could get him turned on enough to admit he wanted her. No, never going to happen. He totally refused to chat online. She had tried dropping hints in her letters to him, but they had been ignored as far as she knew because he never referred to them in his brief letters to her. Now she was almost eighteen and had moved out to go to University many miles from home, so she had so much more freedom.
She had decided that she was going to have her step-father, one way or another, no matter what it took. But how? She had managed to contact her "Uncle", Dad's brother, Ray. He had known her all his life and had been so nice to her when she was growing up. Sadly, he was another that Mum would not let her have anything to do with since Dad had left, but she had hoped he could help with her problem.
It took a bit of searching but eventually, she found him online. Unlike Dad, Ray used the internet a lot and seemed glad to hear from her. She started to explain her problem, but it was so hard to explain, and after a few tries, Ray suggested they meet, maybe she could make it clearer talking in person. She agreed eagerly, and a few days later was in a Starbucks with him, talking over coffee.
She had seen him waiting outside, and walked up to him. "Hi Uncle Ray," she said. He looked at her with puzzlement, followed swiftly by surprise and pleasure as realisation hit him.
"Jenny?" he queried, "Jenny? Hell, girl, you have grown up. Wow."
She blushed at the appreciation.
"Thanks, So you like the grown-up me?" she asked.
"Jenny, honey," he said, his arm going found her back and his hand rather close to her bottom, "if I told you what I thought of the grown-up you, I would probably get arrested."
She laughed at the compliment, as they went in and ordered coffees. Over their drinks, she explained her dilemma.
"So, you want him," Ray summarised, "but he will not touch you if you offer yourself to him. That is typical of him, all noble and proper. He wouldn't dream of laying a finger on you because he regards you as his daughter."
"But he is my step-father," Jenny insisted, "so there is no problem."
"Not as far as the law goes," Ray told her, "but I know Bob, he is not interested in the law, he sees you as his daughter, his little angel, end of story. No chance in the world that you will talk him around, sexy girl."
"But he has other women, doesn't he?" Jenny asked him, "Isn't that why Mum kicked him out?"
"Yes, he has women," Ray admitted, "but not in a romantic way. He pays for his pleasure, Jenny. He uses... how shall I put it?..." ladies of negotiable affection." shall we say?"
"You mean prostitutes," Jenny stated bluntly, "I do know what they are, you know."
She thought for a few moments.
"Suppose you hired a prostitute and invited him to share the fun, you think he would go for that?" she suggested.
"I am not certain, but it is very possible," Ray said, "we have shared before a couple of times. But how would that..." his words trailed off as understanding slowly seeped in.
"Oh no, no way, Jenny," he stuttered, "He would kill me when he found out. Especially as I would be fucking you as well if I am there. Anyway, what makes you think you would get away with trying that? For a start, he would recognise you instantly. Secondly, a prostitute does anything and everything the customer wants, so long as he can pay for it, and I do mean anything. Your Dad has some rather kinky preferences, just like most men. Could you even imagine that?"
Jenny reached into her bag, and pulled out a photograph, sliding it over to Ray. "That is me the last time he saw me," she told him, "notice puppy fat, chubby face, long fair hair, glasses. In case you had not noticed, I grew up a bit in the last year."
Ray studied the photo, then looked across the table at the slim sexy girl opposite him, boobs nicely on show in a tight crop top, no glasses, short black hair.
"Okay, I admit, nobody would recognise you from that photo. Contact lenses?" he queried.
Jenny nodded, "In any colour you want, and a new hairstyle, new colour as well." She smiled at him, "as for the rest, have you got a problem about fucking?"
"No, of course not," Ray stated forcefully, "I have no problems in that area, thank you very much. But how is your Dad going to react when he finds I have just fucked his daughter in front of him? He will kill me, honest."
"Look, just leave that to me, I will sort it with him," Jenny held his hand, "Trust me, I can do this. Besides, I always rather fancied you anyway, it will be nice finding out how it feels being had by you."
As they left the coffee shop, she kissed him on the cheek.
"Thank you, Uncle," she murmured, as his hand moved from between her shoulders down to her bum, "let me know when you have arranged it, and we can work out the details."
She wriggled against him. "I somehow get the feeling you will have no problem fucking me when the time comes," she laughed.
So Ray had let her know, her step-father was up for the idea, and all was arranged for this evening, so now here she was, lying in a nice hot bath, perfumed bath oils making her smell sweet and sexy, and getting ready for being fucked by two men, one of whom thought she was a high-class prostitute who was being paid to do anything he wanted.
She got out of the bath, drying herself and resisting the temptation to use the rough fabric of the towel to bring herself to climax. If all went well, she would be coming enough later. Going into the bedroom, she checked herself in the full-length mirror. She had already shaved, and her bare pussy was smooth to the touch.
Moving over to the bed she started to dress. She could not believe she was wearing these clothes. but Uncle Ray had insisted that men of his generation loved the erotic imagery created by this outfit. Black fishnet stockings with a black lacy suspender belt? She did not know they even still sold these nowadays until she had googled for local shops stocking them. Then she was amazed by how many did stock them, and how many styles and designs there were.
Looking at herself in the mirror, she had to admit they made her look positively pornographic, especially with the tiny black G-string with a butterfly covering her naked cunt. She had objected to having to wear that, preferring to have no underwear, but Ray had told her it was kind of like Christmas, men liked "unwrapping the present".
Black stiletto-heels and a low-cut backless little black dress, fastened with a bow behind her neck, completed her outfit. The dress only just covered her stocking-tops and made her feel more naked than nudity. One pull on that bow, and it would fall off her. Just the thought of it made her wet. Makeup just a trifle heavier than usual, and she looked the part. Even she had trouble recognising herself.
It had been arranged that she was to meet them at Ray's house He had, so he told her, a playroom fully fitted with everything they would need, including a king-size bed, and only a few steps from a fully-fitted bathroom with shower. He and her step-father had entertained women there before, so her step-father would not think anything strange about the arrangement.
She took a taxi to the address, enjoying the lustful looks from the cab driver. Once there, before leaving the taxi, she pulled on a long coat to hide her costume from nosy neighbours as she went up the path and knocked on the door. Her heart was pounding, and her legs felt like they would give way any moment. Oh God, could she do this? Ray answered the door.
"You are Kay, right?" he told her quietly, "That is who I told Bob was booked for tonight. And for God's sake, remember to call him Bob, and not Dad."
"Ray, I am not stupid," she whispered to him.
"Well, coming here like this would seem to say otherwise," he muttered, "but I am not letting you start this unless you agree to a safety word. If you say "Uncle", that stops it there and then, understood?"
She nodded agreement and he led her into the playroom. Her step-father was already there, getting up as she entered.
"Thank you for coming," he told her as Ray helped her off with her coat, "you look completely stunning. Wouldn't you agree, Ray?"
"Fantastic," said Ray as he saw her once the coat was off, "totally fantastic."
She twirled slowly, so they could both see and enjoy how she looked.
"Thank you," she murmured softly, trying to keep her voice low and slightly deeper than usual.
"Come and sit down. Would you like a drink before we start?" her step-father asked.
"Please," she said, as she went over to the sofa where he was sat, "white wine if you have any."
"Of course, no problem," Ray told her, as he poured the drinks.
White wine for her, whiskey she noticed for himself and Dad.
"Bob", she reminded herself, "must think of him as Bob".
Ray came over, sitting on the opposite side to her from his brother. They chatted inconsequentially as they sipped the drinks, Bob asking where Ray had found this incredibly sexy girl, how old was she (she added a year on) and how sexy she looked in that dress, and are they stockings? With her legs crossed, Jenny noticed she was showing plenty of stocking top.
"Yes," she admitted, "I thought they were sexier than tights.".
"I could not agree more," said Bob, running his fingers along the stocking top, and onto the suspender strap.
Her dress rode up slightly as his hand caressed her upper leg. She suppressed a squirm with difficulty but when Ray teased his fingers down the open front of her dress, she could not hold back any longer. A soft moan escaped her lips. Her mouth suddenly felt dry and she finished her drink quickly, putting her glass down on a low table.
Bob stood, holding his hands out to help her stand, and Ray stood behind her, both of them running their hands over the exposed areas of her body until she was squirming between them. Her step-father led them over to where a bar hung down from the ceiling, and he and Ray each raised one of her arms, and clipped a leather cuff fixed to the bar around each wrist.
Then they continued their slow exploration of her body, confining themselves for the time being to those areas easily reached through the gaps in her dress. It was not long before she was writhing helplessly as each touch found a new area of sensitivity, from the small of her back to the valley between her breasts and still the teasing touches went on, until every inch that could be reached was tingling, and the warmth between her legs had become a raging furnace that made her desperate to be fucked.
It was her step-father who found the bow, pulling it slowly free, and letting the dress slip to the floor, to expose her body in the near-pornographic lingerie. She saw his eyes widen at the view, and a low growl from behind let her know Ray was also appreciating what was on show.
She noticed a definite swelling in her father's trousers, and when Ray pressed against her, she could feel his swelling nudging her bared backside. Bob traced his fingers gently around the butterfly shape of the G-string, causing more squirming as he applied slight pressure to each wing, then down the central body of the tiny covering. His eyes widened slightly as he felt her wetness soaking the thin fabric.
"Ray, feel this," he called, "I think someone is ready for attention."
Ray reached his hand around her, stroking along the slit.
"Feels like you are right, Bob," he agreed, "pity we are not ready yet to give her what she needs, isn't it?"
The two men laughed, and Ray tweaked a nipple playfully.
"You will have to wait a bit longer, sexy darling," he muttered in her ear, "we like taking our time playing with the goods before we start sampling them."
From the way Ray was fondling her bare buttocks, Jenny thought, Ray's misgivings about fucking her seemed to have vanished rather easily. Meanwhile, her step-father was enjoying the taste and texture of her tits, teasing the nipples to painful erection with tongue and teeth.
She was groaning out loud now, as her boobs received the attention she had wished for. Bob turned away, returning moments later with a set of nipple clamps, which he clipped to her already sensitive nipples, pulling gently on the chain to stretch her nipples out, sending waves of exquisite agony through her. Ray was teasing her bum, and Bob was finally kneeling to slide her wet G-string down and off, leaving her shaven pussy exposed to the hands and eyes of her ravishers.
She could feel Bob's warm breath on her pussy, as he held her hips, then buried his face into her warm wetness, tongue teasing along the slit. Jenny pushed into him, so ready for the climax, but after a few moments, he pulledTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
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