The image smashes straight into my mind and I shake and convulse. My legs shut tight despite my orgasm already bursting through.
“Ahh!” I moan before inadvertently banging my head against the door. It doesn’t subside the orgasm, which extends for several seconds. After a brief period, I gain some control of my body. I sit in front of the door in a self embrace, waiting for my legs to stop shaking.
After a few more minutes of slow breathing, I get up. I slowly ease my way downstairs and lay on the couch. I lie and tell people I’m not feeling well. In truth, I feel amazing. Just extremely exhausted.
The next day
I take the elevator up to his office. I get a few leering looks. It’s my fault for dressing like this. I am wearing a pair of bright lime green booty shorts that are accentuated by my bright white heels. I like them long because they make my ass more noticeable. To finish the outfit, I wear a white mini tank top that covers my perky breasts and very little else.
I try to think or justify why I am dressed like this. The saying goes, “I dress for myself.” The real reason, one I don’t want to admit, is that I dress like this for Morgan. I remember Jade mentioning that this is where he works. I arrive and ask the secretary where he is; she points up to one of the higher floors.
I’m under the impression that top earners work on the top floor, yet Morgan lives in a drab studio apartment. I assume he should be earning more, but I don’t have much time to think about it; my mind is on other things. I focus on how I can propose this to him in the most alluring way possible. The leering I get from other men in the elevator still bothers me.
For starters, these are not men I’m attracted to. They are much too soft for my liking. I am attracted to hard guys, those who can fight my impolite side, and yesterday’s events make me realise that Morgan isn’t like them.
Whenever the thought of being with Morgan comes up, one reservation I have is that he is a nice guy. Aside from it being incest, Morgan always seems to be the office guy with a big heart — the geek, the dork, the nerd of the family. Yesterday changes everything; I know now that Morgan has a dark side to him — a side that can satisfy my sluttier side.
I strut to the front door and take a big breath. I spend most of the morning figuring out how I’m going to dress. What’s the sexiest outfit I can wear in broad daylight? This is what I came up with. I’m nervous, and I don’t understand why.
“Fuck, stop losing your shit Fran. Get it together, it’s just your uncle. Your sexy hunk of an uncle. Shit!”
I slap my face then open the door, Morgan is sitting on his desk. He’s so focused he doesn’t even notice I’m standing there.
Morgan
“Hey…. Morgan!” I hear it, but don’t respond.
I am usually heavily engrossed in my job. I don’t know why, but coding just makes me leave this planet. I visit another world, and if only I could be as good at boxing as I am at coding. Fran eventually taps my shoulder and I look at her. I do a double take and then raise my eyebrows. What the fuck is she wearing, and did she walk all the way here looking like that?
“Welcome back to earth, are you busy?”
“I was, but never too busy for you,” I say with a smile.
I try to stop myself from honing in on her exposed thighs and long legs. It takes every ounce of mental strength to do so. This is rare because Fran never visits. Matter of fact, she doesn’t ever visit anyone. So I’m shocked, however, it’s a nice visual bonus given last night with Jade and Kianna.
We did manage to leave my parents home with no one any wiser to what went on upstairs. Not much was said after we fucked each other, there still needs to be a real discussion on where each of us stand. I also plan to loop in Seon, but I’m sure she’s just happy so long as I visit her once in a while.
Fran looks to take a seat in front of my desk, but she’s clearly got some dirty intentions. Intentions I like, she shows me her tight ass as she bends over to place her handbag. Then sits with her long legs across each other. I gawk at her, and when she catches me I look away. She smirks, but I don’t know if it’s in appreciation or mild amusement.
“Ahem, so how can I help you Fran. Is everything okay at home?” I try to make small talk.
“I’m not here to play niceties Morgan, you have something I want, and I think you’ll give it to me.”
“Okay…” I’m surprised, “Did I do something wrong, or did I take something that’s yours.”
Fran gets up, she walks round and shoves my PC to the far end of the desk. She sits on the table and right in front of me. I get a nice view of her majestic legs wrapped in lime booty shorts and white closed toed heels. Fran senses my lust and pulls me closer before placing her legs over my shoulder and wrapping her thighs around my neck.
“So, I saw you yesterday,” she says with a playful smile.
“Um, what did you see?” I try to keep calm, but I’m panicking internally.
“Does it matter? I saw, I heard. I know what’s going on, and if I were you I’d be more careful from now on.”
I’m fucked! I mean, she knows. I want to process when she spotted us, but I have a pair of sexy thighs near my mouth. I can smell her sensual perfume from where I’m sitting.
“I don’t know what you say you saw, but if you saw it then why not tell whoever needs to know.”
Fran lets one of her heels fall off her foot, exposing her foot. It’s dainty and adorable. She places it in between my legs and rubs it against my semi-erect cock.
“Like I said, I want something. I need a new fuck buddy, and you seem to be qualified to fill the spot. I will also need some spending money, for my own pleasures. Let’s say a one thousand dollar monthly allowance, how much do you nerds make in this dingy office anyway?”
If I knew that the day after fucking Kianna and Jade, Fran would stroke my cock with her foot while trying to extort me for money and sex. I’d have taken off all of my clothes and danced naked in the street. Aside from the monetary extortion, this is perfect. I let her foot keep going and lean back. My cock grows to its normal erect size and Fran sighs.
“Oh wow, you’re more than qualified. So… Do you accept my terms?”
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