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It was a stolen moment that became etched in my mind, as I lay on the small sofa trying to sleep, in the wee small hours of the morning, while everyone else around me partied oblivious to my existence. Well, all bar one, a man with a building desire between his legs, for the tender and sweet curves I had been blessed with by nature herself.
I dozed in small fits, dropping in and out of consciousness, not fully aware of my panties being removed, until they glided over my bare ankles and possibly into his trousers pocket, those last threads of cotton that formed a gossamer shield over my moist lips, feeling him gently pry them apart to feel the soft suction of my cunt, as his fat finger dipped in and out, with increasing frequency, making tiny slurping noises, each gentle push in, causing my slim hips to respond.
When I fully awoke I could feel it growing harder, yet soft and warm, there was a tactile feeling in his penis that I found irresistible, and as my fingers relaxed their grip, he moved effortless up and down my inner palm.
'Good girl', he whispered, barely audible above din of the other family members singing, as he bent over my prostate body, his hips barely moving, the warm steady stream of semen ejaculating onto my face and hair, the painful look on his contorted face, the small utterances he made with each ejaculate, then it was over as quickly as it had started.
The pungency of his semen made my nostrils flare, but feeling it start to separate and feel the seminal fluid trickle into the thin line my mouth made me hold until full, then I opened and swallowed.
There was something very personal about swallowing your uncles semen, my aunt, his wife was in the next room singing and completely unaware his life giving fluid was running down the throat of her sister's daughter, and for a brief moment, I felt her equal.
Uncle appeared to be oblivious to the fact that he was in danger of being caught committing this act with his niece, but as I later learned, that was part of the thrill, being caught. He was now holding his penis and painting my lips with its head, polishing my clenched teeth, and pressing down to open my mouth and ease his cock inside.
'Suck it sweetheart', he begged, and the look in his eyes as he saw the mess on the skin of my face, made me momentarily relax the tension in my jaw muscles, allowing the acrid taste of his warm semen to flow around the edges of my pale pink tongue, before disappearing down my throat.
As I gulped my mouth filled with the flesh of his cock as he bore down into it, no longer erect he went in until the feel of his pubic hair filled my nostrils and the softness of his sac brushed my chin.
Uncle had a thick cock, short, but thick, and in many ways it suited my taste in men as the years flew by. I never liked gagging, as they call it today, but I did like doing it, both sucking and taking facials, it was sort of dirty, especially when another girl was involved, the taste of her in my mouth, was an admittance to my subservience, for the thrill of good sex, and to feel as feminine as I could, to be dominated and taken, could all be traced back to the very moment my jaw relaxed, and the taste of my uncles semen thrilled me.
Ejaculation is a triumphal moment, seeing the eye open and the milky white semen spurt out and directed onto your face, feeling the force of the ejaculation as it impinges on your skin, then separates as it runs freely down your facial features, only earlier to which you applied your makeup to be beautiful for men to look at and desire, and yet, here you are, on your knees, in front of a stranger, receiving his life giving fluid on your face.
If that is not a willing act of subservience, what is?
I dozed in small fits, dropping in and out of consciousness, not fully aware of my panties being removed, until they glided over my bare ankles and possibly into his trousers pocket, those last threads of cotton that formed a gossamer shield over my moist lips, feeling him gently pry them apart to feel the soft suction of my cunt, as his fat finger dipped in and out, with increasing frequency, making tiny slurping noises, each gentle push in, causing my slim hips to respond.
When I fully awoke I could feel it growing harder, yet soft and warm, there was a tactile feeling in his penis that I found irresistible, and as my fingers relaxed their grip, he moved effortless up and down my inner palm.
'Good girl', he whispered, barely audible above din of the other family members singing, as he bent over my prostate body, his hips barely moving, the warm steady stream of semen ejaculating onto my face and hair, the painful look on his contorted face, the small utterances he made with each ejaculate, then it was over as quickly as it had started.
The pungency of his semen made my nostrils flare, but feeling it start to separate and feel the seminal fluid trickle into the thin line my mouth made me hold until full, then I opened and swallowed.
There was something very personal about swallowing your uncles semen, my aunt, his wife was in the next room singing and completely unaware his life giving fluid was running down the throat of her sister's daughter, and for a brief moment, I felt her equal.
Uncle appeared to be oblivious to the fact that he was in danger of being caught committing this act with his niece, but as I later learned, that was part of the thrill, being caught. He was now holding his penis and painting my lips with its head, polishing my clenched teeth, and pressing down to open my mouth and ease his cock inside.
'Suck it sweetheart', he begged, and the look in his eyes as he saw the mess on the skin of my face, made me momentarily relax the tension in my jaw muscles, allowing the acrid taste of his warm semen to flow around the edges of my pale pink tongue, before disappearing down my throat.
As I gulped my mouth filled with the flesh of his cock as he bore down into it, no longer erect he went in until the feel of his pubic hair filled my nostrils and the softness of his sac brushed my chin.
Uncle had a thick cock, short, but thick, and in many ways it suited my taste in men as the years flew by. I never liked gagging, as they call it today, but I did like doing it, both sucking and taking facials, it was sort of dirty, especially when another girl was involved, the taste of her in my mouth, was an admittance to my subservience, for the thrill of good sex, and to feel as feminine as I could, to be dominated and taken, could all be traced back to the very moment my jaw relaxed, and the taste of my uncles semen thrilled me.
Ejaculation is a triumphal moment, seeing the eye open and the milky white semen spurt out and directed onto your face, feeling the force of the ejaculation as it impinges on your skin, then separates as it runs freely down your facial features, only earlier to which you applied your makeup to be beautiful for men to look at and desire, and yet, here you are, on your knees, in front of a stranger, receiving his life giving fluid on your face.
If that is not a willing act of subservience, what is?
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