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Why don't you pursue your dream?

Though I was a fairly average looking man for my age, I was gifted with a member that was quite large and thick when fully aroused.

"How - how big is it?" asked Roli in excitement, looking up at my dick in awe.

"Why don't we find out, lady? Would you like to measure Big Uncle's dick?"

"Yes, Big Uncle," she said, still on her knees, wriggling against her bonds.

"If I untie your hands will you promise to behave yourself?"

She grinned. "Of course, Big Uncle."

Gingerly, I untied her hands.

"Go over to the drawer over there and get the ruler that you find inside."

"Yes, Big Uncle."

She went to the desk and opened the drawer. After a Moment of rummaging, she found a ruler. 

"Ok, lady," I said, standing over her and stroking my dick after she had slid back to me on her hands and knees, "let's see how many inches of dick you are going to be fitting in that cute little mouth of yours."

She seemed to be enjoying our slutty drama.
I grinned at her encouragingly. "Now take this and measure me."

She took the ruler and held one end at the base of my dick. Then she looked at the other end.

"Eight, almost nine inches, Big Uncle."

"That's right, lady. Let's just say eight and a half."

"Ok."

She was clearly anxious about what was going to happen next.

"Do you want me to let you cum Roli?"

"Yes Big Uncle."

"Then you are going to have to suck my dick first. Would you like that?"

"Yes, Big Uncle. It’s so big, but that should be no trouble."

"You are going to beg me for it, you little lady," I said. “That’s part of our game. You will beg for it.”

I was dripping pre-cum from the end of my shaft. 
I held my dick in one hand and tugged on her hair firmly with the other. Then I used my left hand to hold my dick and caress her across the face. She looked up at me in approval.

"So can I suck it now?"

“You are not using the tone I said.”

She smiled girlishly. “Please, can I suck it now?”

"That's more like it."

She opened her mouth and devoured my throbbing member. 

"Now you are being a good girl," I said, pulling on her hair and fucking her face. "Take Big Uncle's dick."

I heard her start to gag, so I pulled out.

"Let me hear you beg for it again you little lady."

"Please, Big Uncle!"

I smacked my dick across her face again.

"Please what, lady?"

"Please let me suck your dick."

"Why should I let you do that?"

"Because I am a dick-sucking lady, Big Uncle."

"Again."

"Because I am a dick-sucking lady, Big Uncle!"

I pushed my dick into her waiting mouth and groaned as it slid past her full red lips into her throat.


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There are no differences that cannot be settled.


Everything depends on the mindset.

“If you mean sexual favors, then I’m not doing that,” she said defiantly. Fat bastard was not getting anything like that from me, she thought. “I’ll report you so fast you won’t be able to squeeze out a fart before this door is knocked down.”

“Come now, Patricia,” he said, spreading his hands outward. “It’ll be your word against mine, and I’m quite sure the employees here will be on my side.”

Patricia’s heart now raced. She knew that she either succumbed to the man or she lost her job, and most likely, credibility. Uche is a vindictive bastard, she thought. He’ll make finding a new job hell for me.

She looked up at him and asked: “What do you want from me?”

“A Mouth Gig,” he said with the wicked, lusty grin. “Just a simple Mouth Gig. And no, I don’t expect you to swallow.”

“No way am I giving you a goddamned Mouth Gig!” she retorted. “I don’t even do that for my husband.”

“I’m going to have no other choice but fire you then,” he countered. “You are still under your probationary period...” he let the words hang for
Patricia to absorb and digest.

“I need this job!” she shrieked. Right there she made her mistake.

“Then suck my dick,” he said with a knowing smile. He knew he had her right where he wanted her. He then yanked the lady from the chair.

Patricia landed on her knees before him. Her heart started pounding more.

She could feel it pounding in the veins in her throat. Uche pushed down his trousers and exposed his half hard cock. “Are you going to suck it or
not?”

Patricia could not find the strength to protest or answer or just get up and walk out the door, forgetting everything that had just taken place in
the last few minutes. Uche, indifferent to the matter or her internal struggles, took his cock and pressed it against her lips. Patricia, with some
defiance still in reserve, did not open her mouth. He grabbed her hair and pushed her head toward his cock.

Patricia went to say no, but her mouth was quickly stuffed with cock and no words were able to come out. He immediately started fucking her
face because, still, she refused to suck it. She felt his member grow harder and harder in her mouth. He slowly eased up on the pressure on the back of her head, and that was when Patricia realized that she had started going down on him without his help.

She was willingly blowing her boss and her emotions were bouncing wildly about in her head. She felt anger, shame, fear, disgust ... and excitement all at the same time! She could taste the pre-cum seeping from his rock hard shaft. Uche even started to rock his hips back and forth, fucking her face as she went down on him.

I hope he did not cum in my mouth. Please don’t cum in my mouth.

He settled into a perfect rhythm with Patricia, as if they had done this before.


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Ride on

"No!" she said. There was disapproval and defiance in her tone now.

"Very well," I said, "I'll just have to make you. It's what you want anyway, isn't it?"

I grabbed the luscious 21-year-old and pulled her over my lap. She struggled against me, but I pulled both of her hands behind her back easily. I
delivered several hard slaps to her skirt-covered bum.

"Stop squirming, Roli," I said, "you are only making things harder on yourself. Just say what I told you to say and I'll stop."

"NO!" she screamed. "You could not do this! I am not a little girl!"

"Oh, but you are still under our roof and care. Besides, do nice girls read books like that?" I said, smacking her bum again, "I don't think so!"

I got toed under her skirt to feel her panties.

"Do you need to flash your sexiness at the husband of your aunt?"

There was no response from her. I gave her a smack. I spanked her again.

"Please stop, Uncle."

"What kind of girl are you, Roli?"

"I am -- I am not a girl!"

I gave her another smack.

"I just don't think I am getting through to you, Roli."

With my free hand, I yanked down her panties, tearing them at the waist so that they came off her legs without having to pass over her shoes.

"What are you doing?" she gasped, "What do you think you are doing?"

“You are going to receive the kind of treatment you read in that book.” I tore at her panties.

“You shouldn’t do that.”

"They're going to come in handy you little lady," I said, using the torn panties to secure her hands behind her back. Now I was free to lift her skirt
and continue the spanking. When I flipped her skirt up to expose her incredible bum, I felt my dick twitch in my pants. I knew it was going to need
some attention very soon.

"Roli," I said, pushing a finger into her sopping honey pot, "I do believe the spanking has gotten you wet. Would a nice girl get wet from a
spanking? I don't think so."

She moaned as I worked my fingers in and out.

"I am -- I am a good girl," she moaned.

I smiled. What a nice game we were playing. She cooperated in it as if that was her expectation.

"Wrong answer again, Roli. I think you might actually like this."

"Hmn," she moaned. Her body was beginning to shake in a state of excitement.

"I still don't think I am getting through to you, Roli. I think I am going to have to use my belt."

"No!" she cried, squirming even more over my lap, "Don't use your belt Uncle. That won’t be nice. I don’t want it to get to that extent."

"Oh, well. I guess using the hand to do the spanking is good enough. I think you know what the magic words are. You really have to tell me that
you are a dick-teasing young lady!"

"I am a nice girl," she whispered.

Dramatically, I unhooked my belt with one hand and pulled on it. It made a whipping sound as it moved through the loops on my trousers. I coiled
it in my hand and ran it across Roli's already-reddened bum so that she could feel the smooth leather. I raised it up like someone about to really
use it.

"One last chance Roli. What do we call girls like you?"

"I am a good girl," she said, defiantly.

"Ok, you asked for it."

I brought my belt down on the table in a mock way of hitting her. The sound gave a crack.


Too Hot to Handle: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/too_hot_to_handle_18%2B/38633

The sound gave a crack.

"What do we call girls like you, Roli?"

"I am a good girl!"' she repeated, her voice daring me. The two of us would undoubtedly be good in theatrics.

I worked two fingers into her honey pot, probing her wetness and teasing her clit as I wound up for another smack. The table sounded again. My fingers continued their work while Roli moaned in pleasure. 

"Rub my honey pot, Uncle."

"What was that, Roli?"

"Rub my honey pot, please, sir."

I dropped the belt to spank her bum with my left palm. I could almost see the welt it would leave rising before my eyes.

Roli moaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain. The spanking was a little hard this time.

"What are you, Roli?"

"I am a lady," she whispered.

"I did not hear that," I said, giving her bum another smack, but this time gentler and playful. 

She grinned.

"I am a lady. Please continue to rub my honey pot. Don’t stop."

What an irony. I was sure Rebecca would not believe her ears if she should hear this.

I looked at Roli passionately. "I am not going to let you cum until you say what I told you to say before."

"I am a dick-teasing lady," she finally said.

"I did not hear you!"

I smacked her gently again. That was her reward for being an obedient child. "Please don’t stop."

"You will refer to me from now on as 'Big Uncle'," I said, rubbing, almost caressing, her bum more gently with my hand now.

"Yes uncle," she moaned.

"What was that, lady?" 

With my hand still on her clits, I kissed her bum. “So, are you ready to say it?”

"I am a dick-teasing lady, Big Uncle!"

"Get on your knees, lady," I said, lifting her from my lap and putting her on the floor. Her hands were still securely tied behind her back. 

I unzipped my pants and watched her look of surprise as my dick sprang out of its enclosure. Though I was a fairly average looking man for my age, I was gifted with a member that was quite large and thick when fully aroused.

"How - how big is it?" asked Roli in excitement, looking up at my dick in awe.



Too Hot to Handle: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/too_hot_to_handle_18%2B/38633

Cool.

Uche ignored the comment. “I hired you despite the fact you haven’t worked in a very long time.”

“Yes, my husband made more than enough before the accident to support us,” she answered, though the need for one was not necessary.

“And you took this job because he no longer works?” Uche asked, genuinely curious about her situation.

“No, he still works,” she told him. “His workload had been reduced greatly, but it was not enough to make the bills.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Uche said kindly, though he did not care any for her struggles. “And it is why you asked for a raise recently, as well as
more hours.”

Patricia nodded her head. “I know it was a bit soon to do so, but I feel that I have picked up on things rather quickly and that I have proven I am a worthy worker.”

“Yes, yes. You have done everything, and perhaps better than a few around here,” Uche said, his lusty smile returning. “I may be able to help you
out, but I will need something in return.”

“If I need to work nights, I could do so,” she said excitedly, leaning forward in the chair.

“I don’t think you understand what I am getting at, Patricia,” he informed her. “I require something not quite what you would call legal.”

“If you mean sexual favors, then I’m not doing that,” she said defiantly. Fat bastard was not getting anything like that from me, she thought. “I’ll
report you so fast you won’t be able to squeeze out a fart before this door is knocked down.”

“Come now, Patricia,” he said, spreading his hands outward. “It’ll be your word against mine, and I’m quite sure the employees here will be on
my side.”

Patricia’s heart now raced. She knew that she either succumbed to the man or she lost her job, and most likely, credibility. Uche is a vindictive
bastard, she thought. He’ll make finding a new job hell for me.

She looked up at him and asked: “What do you want from me?”

“A Mouth Gig,” he said with the wicked, lusty grin. “Just a simple Mouth Gig. And no, I don’t expect you to swallow.”


The Cheaters: https://m.okadabooks.com/book/about/the_cheaters_18/38813