Where it happened: My House
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 6
Category: Straight
My father was the owner of his own business and had many clients and contacts he also kept as friends. My dad is 25 years older than I and my beloved mother passed away when I was just 12. At 17, I was just about to graduate high school when my “Uncle Darren” came to stay with my father and I temporarily while he was in our city on business for my father. We had a guest house and Darren was quite a close friend to my dad over the last 6 years they had worked together.
My dad, although he worried about me, trusted me to make my own decisions and didn’t interfere too harshly in my life as I was growing up. He was also more like a friend to me than just Dad. People blame him, or the death of my mother, for my becoming promiscious (as they like to call it) but I don’t know, I just think I am very sexual and tended to like sex a bit more than the average person! I lost my virginity at the age of 17, however I had “fooled around” so much and so hard with guys before then, I had done practically everything but the deed. I really liked to be touched, petted, made to feel so good. Luckily, I had my mom’s genes and my body developed really well, I was a 36DD at 16. I loved to see the stares and the drools when men or women checked out my breasts. I had a severe thing about having my breasts touched and played with while fooling around and it wasnt until I was 17 that I finally had all my “breast dreams” come to light…
Darren was 39 when he came to stay with us the year I was 17. He was tall, dark, and attractive for a man his age, but not anything you would make a big fuss about. He had an average looking body, somewhat of a beer gut and had a receding hairline already. Definately NOT the type of guy I would usually give a second glance to! Then, one night I had come into my house from a particularly hot and heavy session in a guys car which we had parked in my long, curving driveway. Darren was sitting right on the staircase in front of me when I opened the door. He was looking at me in a strange way, and I must admit even I blushed at the way his eyes roamed me. Darren had always been nice and somewhat “flirty” with me before but never had his eyes raked my body this way. I murmured “Hi”, before trying to make it up the stairwell past him. I was wearing a tight white tshirt and long silky skirt that wrapped around and tied at my waist. Darren moved in front of me every which way I tried to pass him. I thought it was all accidental but then when he finally said, “Lindsey,” in such a firm, commanding voice that I looked up at him finally and stopped trying. He grabbed me by the waist and held me firmly. I stood there unable to speak as he slowly slid his hands up my shirt to expose my bra-covered breasts. “Like showing these big breasts off, don’t you, Lin?” he asked. I couldn’t speak to answer. Slowly he slid his hands up and over my breasts, rubbing them fully. My nipples bloomed instantly, right in front of his eyes and he grinned slightly but continued to look at me as if I was a mysterious artifact to him. Studying me, and the way my blooming nipples looked under the taut material of my bra stretched over my big melons…
Darren ran another hand over my big tits, slowly. Suddenly his hands let me go and I stumbled just a bit, practically in a daze, my shirt still pulled up and over my bra’d breasts. Darren came off the step he’d been on, and said, “Walk, Lindsey.” I walked, managing to end up in my father’s office, the first doorway I’d come upon. Darren followed and locked the door behind him.
“You, my dear Lindsey, are a slut. I have known this about you for quite some time, but now I think it is time you also learned it about yourself. You are a slut and with me, you will learn to be a great slut, a perfect little whore and a slave to my every whim.” Now I was scared! I was shocked he was saying this to me at all, let alone what it meant! Darren did not give me a chance to respond. “Drop to your knees, Lindsey, ” he commanded. I was shivering now, but scared and did it. On my knees with my bra’d breasts still uncovered, I was a trembling mess. Darren grasped the back of my head and in one swift motion,opened his pants and began to ram his semi-hard cock in and out of my opened mouth. His large cock actually hardened with my lips around it and I groaned a bit.
I was still on my knees and writhing when I felt Darren pull out of my wet mouth and methodically tear my tshirt off my body and harshly pull each of my big, round breasts from my bra, leaving each globe hanging over the elastic. My hardened nipples puckered as he savagely grabbed my breasts and knead them, then twisted and pinched my nipples. I cried out softly and felt my pussy drench at his harsh treatment of me. I had never felt so good before in all the times with any other guy. I knew I needed to feel this way, this degrading, almost humiliating way. Darren tied my hands behind my back with my tshirt, yanked me into his lap and began sucking and biting my big breasts. I cried out as wave after wave engulfed me in sweet orgasms. I thought that would be the end of it, however he had only begun with me. At the point during the night when Darren had me on all fours, hands still tied, breasts still bared and his riding me from behind with his cock shoved deep in my virgin pussy, while every few moments he pulled and pinched my swinging tits, it was then I knew I truly was a slut, and I became Master Darren’s slave in every sense of the word for the next 2 and a half years…
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