Chapter 69: Uncle Geoff helps out his cousin 005/ First Time Whore 001

Geoff learned against the wall, his hands flat against the tiles as the warm water cascaded over his head. His heart was pounding as he thought about last night. He knew it was wrong, that everyone would say he took advantage of his young, innocent niece. He wondered if he had ruined the relationship they had had since she was a little girl, worried that she would never look at him with the same loving eyes as she always had.

Geoff looked to his left for some reason. There stood Sara, wearing only his long sleeve shirt, her body completely covered. She looked at him for a full minute, expressionless. Geoff thought the worst. He tried to smile, but could muster a smirk. Sara stood there a little longer, then smiled, slipping the shirt off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. She walked to the shower, opening the glass door, then stepped in, standing in front of him. Sara looked up and smiled, wrapping her arms around her uncle, her naked body pressed against his.

“Ooohh Uncle Geoff. I love you so much. Last night meant so much to me.” She smiled, “You’ll always be my favorite uncle.”

The End.

**Book Title: First Time Whore**

She had known he would be older. Older than her father by a few years, definitely, but what did that even mean? Older could look like anything.

Still, she couldn’t shake the taboo thrill that filled her belly when she saw him for the first time. He was taller than her, straight-backed, and not in bad shape for a man his age, but he was also white-haired, wrinkled—definitely old. A grandfather, possibly. Almost old enough to be hers. He was smiling, clearly pleased with what he saw when he bent to kiss her youthful cheek, and he commented that she was even more slender and lovely than her photos had suggested.

She felt his eyes on her breasts when he suggested that they get acquainted over breakfast in the hotel cafe. Later, she wouldn’t remember any of that first conversation—only the flutter of nerves in her stomach, and the increasing awareness that this old man would soon be stripping her sweet, young body naked and doing—within reasonable limits, of course—whatever it pleased him to do. The prospect was making her wetter than she’d been in a long time, and she didn’t know quite what to do with that.

He didn’t wait long, once they’d reached the hotel room. She laid out the contents of her bag—some toys she’d been told to bring, a different set of lingerie if he wanted to see her in something more sultry than she’d worn for their early morning assignation—and as soon as she finished, she felt his body behind her, hovering close.

“Against the wall.”

Obedient, she turned around to face him, backing up as far as she could as the old man advanced on her. He took both her wrists in his grip and hoisted them above her head. Once she was immobilized, he wasted no time pulling down the front of her dress and taking her full, soft tits out of her bra. His rough, hairy hand grasped hungrily at her breasts, rolling her pink nipples between his fingers. His skin was spotted with age, and for the briefest of moments she felt disgusted—she’d never even had a lover older than 35, and here she was being molested by this old man. His erection pressed against her belly through his pants, and his mouth covered hers, wet, wanting. When he put his hand under her skirt, much to her embarrassment, he found her pussy hot and dripping. He chuckled, and she shivered with helplessness at the sound.

He toyed with with her wet, increasingly needy little cunt a little while longer before placing both hands firmly on her shoulders, urging her to her knees. She sank to the ground, nervous, and felt one of his hands move to the back of her head, pressing her face directly into the crotch of his khaki pants. His cock was hard beneath them, which he clearly wanted to demonstrate before instructing her to take off his pants. She obliged, undoing his belt and pushing them down to reveal a pair of saggy, white briefs with a wet spot on the front.

She looked up at him.

“Those too,” he said, an urgent expression on his face. She pulled them down around his ankles as he removed his shirt.

His old cock, dripping with precum, was directly in front of her face, and the hand on the back of her head urging her forward was all the instruction she needed about what to do with it.

She opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the tip, momentarily fighting the urge to gag at the salty taste of him, at the idea that she was tasting a dirty old man’s hard cock. His hand was insistent, and soon he was completely in her mouth, groaning with relief. Her face being pinned so firmly against his crotch knocked her off balance, and she grabbed onto him to stabilize herself. His ass felt saggy underneath her hands, and his belly bumped her forehead as she bobbed back and forth on his cock.

“Yes, my little slut,” he groaned, pulling her off his cock by the hair and pushing her face directly into his balls. They were huge, and he rubbed them all over her eyes and nose before pressing them against her lips. She lapped at them, unsure if she would be able to fit them in her mouth, and he shoved her head further against him. “Lick me,” he said, and when she kept working her tongue on his cum-filled ball sack he said, “No,” before moving his body further over her face until her mouth was directly on his hairy asshole. She had never felt so filthy, so utterly used, as she did in this moment… and she loved it. She ate his asshole as he ground himself all over her face, and he told her she was a good slut before bringing her to her feet.

She was a mess, and the look on his face indicated how much that pleased him. In a hurry, he kicked the remains of his clothing off from around his ankles and pulled her dress over her head, leaving them both naked.

This old man’s body was so utterly aesthetically unappealing to her, and she wanted him to fuck her so badly.

He ordered her onto the bed on her back, where he spread her legs and tied them open with her knees pressed to her chest. She realized she had never before felt so exposed as she lay there, pink pussy wet, spread, and dripping. His eyes travelled hungrily over her smooth, slender, curvaceous young body before he dipped his face briefly between her legs, tasting her juices and suckling on her clit for a moment.

“I need to fuck you,” he announced abruptly, pulling away from her cunt. He tore open a condom and slid it on his cock. She let out a moan, almost a whine, without being able to help it. As much as she was reluctant to admit it, she need it to. She needed this man’s dick deep inside her.

He moved his body over her, dwarfing her small frame, and kissing her with an open mouth.

“Are you ready for my cock in you?”

He was looking her in the eye, now, and she felt his tip at her entrance.

“Yes, sir.” It came out a soft, shy, squeak—but it was enough.