19-year-old Emily is determined to become a model but her parents discourage her. She finds an ally in her uncle who agrees to help her pursue a career by photographing her and making up a portfolio.

Emily's Story Continues

On our second Saturday to prepare photos for my modelling career, my uncle and I got to the big warehouse complex where the studio was situated a bit after one. My uncle immediately wanted to see what items of lingerie I had brought with me. "You brought a big bag; I hope it's full of some sexy lingerie."

His eagerness to see what I'd brought in the bag -- and not just see -- but hold up panties to closely examine them, made me feel a bit uneasy. Was he checking to see which pairs were the most transparent? It looked that way as he held each pair up to the light. "Are these all yours? You said you didn't have that many."

"No, I don't Uncle Robert, so I raided mom's lingerie drawer, she's got much sexier stuff than me."

My uncle's eyes widened, "Oh really, so you're going to be wearing some of my sister's panties ... ooh, how kinky is that? I like it!"

What was there for him to like about me wearing my mom's - his sister's - panties? I didn't know my uncle that well ... I began to suspect he might be a bit kinky.

"Here you are, how about these, put these on for the first photo."

He had picked out a pair of my mom's panties that were so transparent they were almost see-through. It made me more uneasy, especially after I asked him, "What bra should I wear then?"

"Oh, I don't know," he paused, scanning the array of bras I had brought with me and then looking back directly at me, "it might be better not to wear one at all."

"UNCLE ROBERT!" I exclaimed, genuinely shocked, "who are these extra photos really for, is this a legit company that you've been talking to?"

"Yes, yes ... of course it is honey, one of the top lingerie companies."

"Well, why would they want me to be topless?"

"Oh no, they wouldn't really, not for all of the shots. I just thought we might throw in one cheeky topless shot. Babe, you've got such great boobs, and as the saying goes, 'if you've got it, flaunt it.'"

"I don't think so. I mean, mine are not exactly small. I don't think it would be a good look to have them see me topless. While I've always wanted to become a model, I know in reality that most of the successful models are really thin, almost stick-like, so these could be a problem ... I mean being as big as they are. I shouldn't highlight that."

"They aren't overly big honey, they look just perfect, beautifully so. It's a good thing, men will love them," my uncle endorsed.

I stared at him, watching him licking his lips. Was he salivating while staring at my breasts, fortunately still well covered for now by my halter top? But for how long? I still felt uneasy. My fingers nervously played with the pair of my mom's panties that my uncle had selected for the first photos. Should I put them back in my bag, tell him I'm not happy with the way this is developing and walk out now? But what if he really does have a client who is agent for a major lingerie distributor? I'd be crazy to pass up an opportunity like that. Perhaps I should let this go just a bit further, see what happens.

"I'll go back there and get changed," I told my uncle. He looked surprised, had he thought he was losing me?

"Yeah, that would be good babe, I'll just get the lighting and camera ready.

I went behind the screen and began removing my street clothes ... the halter top coming off over my head, dropping my shorts, slipping off my conventional panties. I decided to leave on the bra that I had chosen to wear, it was the sexiest one I own and the cups are quite sheer although not transparent. Nevertheless, if my nipples become aroused, you can easily see the shape and size of them outlined through the material.

Then, recalling my uncle's water treatment of last week and wanting to avoid a repeat of that at all costs, I surprised myself by reaching in and pinching and rubbing each nipple vigorously, arousing them myself so that they would show through the material of my bra. If my uncle expected sexy, I would show him sexy.

I picked up my mom's sexiest pair of panties and hauled them up my legs. I checked myself in the mirror, there was no avoiding the fact that the transparency of them clearly showed the outline of my outer labia. I was embarrassed that my uncle would be able to see this most intimate part of my teenage body as I posed for the photos.

But I was determined to see this through in the hope that it set me on the career path I craved. I took one final look in the mirror, turning to see that the crease between my twin round arse cheeks was also clearly revealed in these panties. Drawing a deep breath, I came around from behind the screen, "So, where do you want me Uncle Robert?" hoping he wouldn't draw the wrong meaning from my pointed words.

Maybe he didn't see words of double entendre the way my friends and I did -- was it a teenage thing? Or, perhaps he was just being polite, "Over here honey, I'll have you standing to start with, your bum resting back against that chair."

I arranged myself as he directed and he moved behind the camera. It was a big one on a tripod and the size of the camera obscured his face ... I considered that a good thing to help me disregard thoughts that I was so intimately revealed in front of my uncle. But then he spoke, "Thrust your pussy forward Emily."

He seldom called me by name, it was most often babe, honey or sweetie.

"Is that really necessary Uncle Robert?"

"It is if you're promoting intimate lingerie and that's what this potential client does, honey."

I hoped that he was telling me the truth. The afternoon wore on, I must have gone behind the screen around half a dozen times to change panties. Fortunately, none of the others revealed my pussy lips and my arse crease as vividly as that first pair.

When my uncle declared he had as many photos as he needed to complete the portfolio and to fulfil the additional requests of the lingerie distributor, I asked to look at what he had shot today. He told me to wait while he removed the disc from the camera and downloaded the latest pics to his laptop.

I thought about returning behind the screen to change back into my street clothes. But in spite of the unease I earlier felt when my uncle appeared to be gazing lasciviously at my exposed body, it was exciting to be photographed intimately, just as I imagined it will one day be by a professional photographer. My adrenalin was pumping.

So, I remained wearing only my sheer bra and a pair of my mom's sexy panties. They were silk and I liked the way they felt against my pussy and arse cheeks. I watched my uncle connect a cable into the USB port of his laptop. There was only one chair at the table where he had set up his laptop and he promptly sat down there. I stood beside him, leaning forward to watch the screen, waiting for the photos to pop up.

"Sit here honey, you'll be a lot more comfortable. There's over a hundred shots to scan through so this could take a while," my uncle suggested as he man-spread his legs, indicating with one hand that I should perhaps perch on his right thigh. I hesitated to be that close to my uncle, feeling so exposed with bare skin everywhere but my boobs, arse and pussy. I carefully eased my butt down onto his clothed thigh, perching closer to his knee than his pelvis, my knees together under the table at which we sat.

A slide show began running of all the pics he had taken in the previous two hours and I watched fascinated at my near nude body on the screen, seeing it from so many angles, front and back. I began to imagine I was watching myself as a real model.

"So, what do you think babe? Your uncle takes some pretty good photos, eh?"

I was impressed ... yes, at his picture-taking technique but I was also blown away by how I looked. So often I wondered if my modelling ambitions were a silly pipe-dream, but as I watched me posing intimately from every angle, I began to see a new me ... I could see the model I wanted to be emerging on the screen.

"Oh Uncle Robert, this is amazing, you're making me look really good."

"You're the one that has always looked really good babe, I have just captured the images."

Carried away with the excitement of seeing so many images of me looking like a real model, I experienced a euphoric and emotional moment and I turned my head to plant a grateful kiss on my uncle's cheek. Was I doing this in slow motion, did I give him time to see what was coming? As my face closed and my lips pursed to plant a soft kiss on his right cheek, he turned his head too and my lips landed on his lips.

"Oh!" I gasped at the surprise that I was kissing my uncle. Not open-mouthed, mind you, but nonetheless it was not what I had intended. I withdrew quickly and turned back to look at the screen to avoid my embarrassment, asking "Can I see the shots from last week while I am here?"

After the lips-to-lips kiss that should only have been a peck on the cheek, I felt him place his right hand in the middle of my back so he had to use his left to punch up a few keys, "Sure honey." Up sprang a similar slide show of the photos from seven days ago.

Again, I was excited to see images of me on the laptop screen. But not so distracted that I didn't notice my uncle's right-hand slide from the middle of my back further around my body until his palm settled on my bare belly, below my navel, just above the low waistband of the tiny pair of my mom's silk panties that I wore.

I tried to ignore the warm presence of his hand on my cool bare skin -- way closer to my intimate parts than I would have liked - as my eyes scanned the images that rolled over every 3 or 4 seconds. Was my uncle intentionally being patient, waiting until I was totally absorbed in watching me on the screen, before moving his left hand to my left hip and the hand on my belly to my right hip? Grasping both sides of me, he re-positioned my perch a bit higher along his thigh.

Not wanting to tear my gaze away from the screen, but feeling compelled to as he moved me closer to his lap, I turned to look quizzically at him, prompting his response, "Sorry Emily, my leg was cramping, just needed to move you to free it up."

His explanation sounded plausible so I again looked to the screen, although I thought I detected some movement of his left hand from out of the corner of my eye. What was he doing, his hand was just to the left of my thigh? Was he adjusting himself in his pants or was it my vivid imagination? If he was adjusting, was it because his cock had become erect ... and if so, from what? From us both watching these sexy photos of me on the screen or was it the presence of my near naked body perching on his thigh with his right hand back on my bare belly, resting way too close to my pussy? Or had he been hard for hours while taking all those photos of me clothed so intimately? This was my uncle, for god's sake ... but I guess he's still a full-blooded male, probably in his late forties by now. I recall my mom, in her sex-ed talks, always saying that men never lose their lustful desires. If he was having erection problems, maybe the cause was the combination of all of the above.

I lost concentration on the rolling pictures on the screen for a moment. I began to contemplate how it might be perceived if anyone could see us now. We may well be an uncle and his niece, sitting here looking at pictures he had taken, but would others view it as a sexual scenario. This was my mom's brother, a man nearly thirty years older than me. I admonished myself for even daring to think such a thought, how could my teen mind even consider this as sexual or assume he may have an erection?

There were many more photos from last weekend, possibly double what my uncle had taken today, so it took quite a while for these to spool through on the slide show in front of us. Eventually, the screen show finished and up popped a menu showing quite a few file names. I was so fascinated now by watching the fabulous results of two Saturdays spent posing that I was eager to see more, "Any more Uncle Robert?"

"No honey, that's it."

"But what are all of these?" I asked, my hand moving to select another of his photo files at random.

I clicked on one, prompting my uncle to say loudly, "No, not that one babe."

Immediately, up on the screen came the same setting as in the photos we had just been watching, and is that me laying back on the chaise lounge, "Looks like there is more, you've been holding out on me, Uncle Robert."

I quickly realised that, instead of stills spooling through as a slide show, we were now watching a video, "Oh, when did you shoot this, I don't recall you doing any video of me?"

"Err, I didn't honey, I found it on two of the cameras -- the video cameras."

"What do you mean found it? That's me, you must have shot it."

"No, I ... um, I ... err, came across this when I was doing the editing. It appears that you were quite a busy girl while I was gone last week. I'm not sure, but perhaps I accidentally left the camera rolling when I went out for a while."

"What do you mean I was a busy girl?"

"Well honey, since you've put it on, I guess that we can watch it together. I have seen it a few times already but you're so good in this that I'm up for another screening."

It only took a few minutes before the young woman on the screen -- me -- began to play with herself. I was wearing black stockings with black garter belt and a flimsy pair of panties. It all came back to me in a rush ... it looks like the cameras were rolling after all when I was feeling so horny while trying on the lingerie from the drawers at this studio last week. I remember laying back on the chaise lounge, posing intimately for the camera and the mirror I had placed alongside it, assuming that the camera was not rolling but pretending it was.

Had my uncle intentionally left the cameras rolling, hoping to capture just what I was now seeing ... myself being incredibly intimate with my own body? Recalling the three orgasms I had enjoyed, this was going to be extremely embarrassing, if we let it run any longer. In the too close presence of my uncle, I was beginning to watch myself use my fingers and soon I would move on to the dildo and a butt plug ... did I want him to see this with me? Damn, didn't he just say that he had already watched it several times while he was editing?

What should I do? Should I switch it off and jump up, scream and yell at my uncle for having a video of me doing such sexual things? Surely I should get away from this intimate situation ... me very scantily clad and so much bare skin, perched on my uncle's thigh -- almost his lap - his right hand still flat against my naked belly. If he didn't already have an erection, surely his watching me doing what I recalled I had done next would give him a big one? Oh, I am so embarrassed to have been caught on video doing what I did.

But for some weird reason, I couldn't bring myself to switch it off. I had enjoyed playing with the sex toys and my body and recall how, at the time, I almost wished that the cameras were rolling ... never believing that they were. Now I had this morbid fascination to watch how it evolved. I would prefer to watch it on my own but I couldn't see me convincing my uncle to get up and leave me alone now. I should have at least tried, but I didn't, and I guess that would be my undoing.

As the scene of me on the screen became even more uncomfortably sexual and my breathing heavy, I felt something hard bump against the outside of my left upper thigh. Was that my uncle's hand? No, it wasn't his hand because I felt that land on my left knee. No, oh no, I know what it is. It has to be the head of his erect cock ... and it would have to be erect given what I was doing to myself on the screen. Any man should be aroused by that, even an uncle.

Thankfully, a peep down there confirmed that it was still contained in his trousers. I recalled how I had thought I caught sight of him appearing to adjust himself about fifteen minutes ago. I guess I was right in that assumption ... had he moved his cock in such a way within his underwear that now it pointed along the inside of his right thigh on which I sat, even if then it wasn't as hard as it feels now?

That left hand of his that rested on my knee was pulling my left leg outward, toward him. Without subtlety, was he attempting to ensure I could feel his hard-on or was he trying to part my legs so that his left hand could explore higher between my thighs? Oh, this is getting out of hand, what am I going to do? I had enjoyed watching myself on the screen when it was just me in model pose for still shots ... but now there was this video of me being acutely sexual!

I should really stop the video now before we get to the part where I cum ... I think I wanted to. Yet, strangely this controlling part of me sat there fascinated. I had never seen myself cum and I was curious how I would look ... even if I had unwanted male company watching with me. I was seeing me in a new light, like I was a porno star with the ability to turn men on. I don't consider myself sexually experienced but maybe I am ... could I turn men on?

It seemed to be working with this one, the man whose thigh I sat perched on, the man whose right hand hugged my naked belly and whose left hand was softly stroking my inner left thigh as his erection nudged the outside of that leg. Oh, I so wished that the male whose thigh I sat on was my ex-boyfriend Josh. But he's not ... he's the brother of my mother. For God's sake, I need to stop all of this now.

Torn between watching and stopping, my conscience at last overrode my curiosity and made the right decision. I brought a hand up to close the file on my uncle's laptop. But his hand was quicker, the hand that had been hugging my naked belly darted to cover the button, "Let it run honey."

"No, please stop it Uncle Robert, it's embarrassing. You were never intended to see it and here you are, with it saved as a video file on your laptop. Not only should we stop watching it, but I want to see you delete it. You're my uncle, you shouldn't be looking at me doing stuff like this."

"You're a very smart girl Emily. I think you knew that the video was running, you must have seen the red record light from where you were laying on the lounge. You made this for me, you wanted me to see you playing with yourself, acting out a masturbation for the cameras ... for me to see."

"No, you've got it wrong. I didn't do that, I would never, I wouldn't want you to see me doing that."

"Look, watch this, here's the best bit honey ... this is where you cum big the first time. Oh shit, look at that, you are having such a good time.

My uncle turned the volume up so he and -- me reluctantly -- could hear me cumming.

"How often have you watched this Uncle Robert?" I asked above the din of my loud moans coming from his laptop.

"Every night since I discovered the raw footage from the two cameras last weekend and edited it together into your very own little porno movie."

"Do I want to know what you do while watching it? I suppose you jerk off?"

"I have done honey, a few times this week." He paused, tearing his avid gaze from the screen to turn his head to look at me up close, "Oh, if the truth be known, every night sweetie, every single night. And since you asked, I can tell you I cum strong, a lot of cream is spilled, much more than I can usually muster. You do that to me, you have become an inspiration to me babe."

"Oh, that's disgusting, don't talk like that. I don't want to know that you're doing that while watching a video of me. You should be ashamed to admit it, I'm less than half your age, and you're my uncle. I can only imagine what mom would say if I told her that her own brother was perving on a video of me and pumping his cock while he watched."
"It wouldn't be a very smart idea to tell your mom ... or your dad for that matter. I think this should remain our little secret. You wouldn't want them to see what you did in front of the cameras ... and you'd have to explain that you're still trying to become a model in spite of their strong feelings against that."

"They will have to know soon, particularly if you're being honest with me and the man from the lingerie company really does want to use me ... although I don't know now."

"Yes, that is true sweetie, he does."

I was in a state of confusion, what was going to happen now? Would I be able to extricate myself from this awkward situation? He'd been forced to use the hand that had held my bare belly to cover the keyboard on his laptop so I didn't turn off the video, but his left hand still softly caressed my inner thigh. I needed to stop that so I promptly clamped my thighs together, trapping his hand at mid-thigh.

"Oh!" his exclamation summed up his disappointment so eloquently, "I thought you might..."

"Don't even suggest it Uncle Robert," I told him sternly.

"How do you know what I was going to say?"

"It was pretty obvious. No, I am not going there with you."

"You disappoint me Emily, I thought it was the least you could do after teasing me like that, getting me all horny."

"I didn't set out to tease you. I was simply having some fun on my own. I would never have done it if I'd thought the cameras were recording."

"And you expect me to believe that?"

"It's the truth, I swear. I think I better go home now.

"If you must! Ok, go get dressed and I'll drop you back at the bus stop. Oh, can I have my hand back?"

I have to admit I was surprised that he appeared to be willing to let me go home, This day had become so sexual between us, concerning me that he might want some real sex from me. I released the tight clamp of my thighs, parting them enough to free his left hand. I stood, my hand dropping to my bare outer thigh, feeling wetness where the shape of his cock head had pressed against my leg. I looked down at his lap, saw the shape -- the bulk - of his erection, prominent within his trousers, saw a large wet spot had formed. Was that his pre-cum leaking through his trousers or had he actually cum in his pants while watching me cumming on his laptop?

It was a question that I really didn't want answered. But he chose to tell me anyway when he saw me staring down at the large bulge in his pants. "Don't worry yourself about leaving me this way."

"I'm not! Believe me, I'm not Uncle Robert."

"I'll have a real good wank when I get home. This time, when I watch you performing, I'll also be recalling you sitting here on my knee, almost naked while I ran my fingers over your smooth skin. Oh honey, I'm gonna have a good one tonight."

"I can't believe how disgusting you've become."

"And I couldn't believe how sexual you can be honey, so that's two of us surprised."

Wanting to be out of there in a hurry, I quickly disappeared behind the screen to get dressed. I slid my mom's panties down my legs, amazed at how saturated the crotch had become, obviously from my own flowing juices. I would need to wash this pair before putting them back in mom's bedroom dresser.

That was the quickest clothing change I had ever made. I just wanted to be out of that studio warehouse as soon as I could. Back in my uncle's car, he turned the engine on but let it idle before driving me the short distance to the bus stop. "Honey, in view of what we just watched, I am going to need you to come back down here one more time, possibly next weekend."

"What, again? No, you must have enough shots to finish my portfolio and send today's extras to that lingerie man."

"Oh, no worries about that babe. I'll be sending your completed portfolio off to all the model agents on Monday; your face and body will be on a lot of desks this week. No, what I need you back here for next weekend is for a different specific job. I guess you could say it's to make a new video that will be my reward for spending all of this time and money on making you a star, to help you fulfil your dreams. You need to allow me to make one more video to ... err, what shall we say ... umm, to fulfil MY dreams."

"What are you talking about Uncle Robert, get to the point?"

"Next Saturday, I want to make a companion video to the one you just watched."

"No, I don't like it that you already have that sneaky sleazy video of me doing sexual stuff, there's no way I'd let you make another?"

"I would reconsider that very quickly sweetie ... because if you don't come down on Saturday, the video you have just watched will mysteriously turn up at your home the following week so that your parents can see that you've entered the porn industry."

"But I haven't, and you know that."

"Of course I do honey, but they won't. And not only your parents will see it, I guess I might just have to post it onto some adult sites on the internet. You could become famous as a porn star before you even make it as a model."

"Why would you do that to me? I thought you were trying to help me."

"I am sweetie, but when I got to see how sexually creative you could be on your own, I decided how much better the next video will be with me directing all your action ... and you totally naked throughout."

"I can't afford to have anything like that on video."

"But you already have, you just watched it. I want to refine it, make it much better."

"But why?"

"So I can enjoy watching you at home for years to come, even when you're a famous model."

"Uncle Robert, I can't afford to take the risk that you might put it out there in a careless moment."

"I promise you honey, you do the right thing by me and do what I want next weekend and the two videos will never be seen by anybody else but me."

"I wish I could believe you."

"You can honey. Haven't I been totally up front with you so far, didn't I say that I could make you a model?"

"You haven't yet."

"But you are on your way. You'll have to agree that the shots in your portfolio are top grade, they make you look a million bucks."

"Yeah, I do like what you've done, but that other video ... I'm so worried about that."

"Trust me sweetie, I just want it for me, I don't get much action in that department these days, what with your aunt gone and me on my own."

"You wouldn't want me to ... err, you know, do anything with you on this extra video?"

"Oh no babe, just you on your own, doing more of what you did on the first video."

"I don't know, it sounds quite creepy to me."

"Just one day shooting the scenes I want and then you can forget all about that and wait for the model agents to start calling you up."

"But you said you'd show it to my parents and put it on the internet?"

"Only if you don't come by on Saturday to shoot the scenes I want. You do the right thing by me and I'll do the right thing by you honey ... simple as that."

"Do I have to agree now?"

"You might as well because you have no alternative, but if you want a few days, then do it but I'll expect you to come by on Saturday. And I'll arrange the toys for you to use this time."

Chapter Four

I didn't agree immediately. I wanted time to think, to consider whether there was an alternative to doing what my uncle wanted. Could I take a chance and suffer the consequences? Tell my mom that her brother was blackmailing me, even tell the police ... but then there was still a chance that the damning video would be seen by people I wouldn't want seeing me naked and doing sexual things with my body. It wasn't just a dildo helping me cum ... I recalled the emerald-tipped butt plug in my bum. Some may not understand my curiosity in trying that out.

For the next few days, I didn't sleep well, running every possible alternative around in my head, trying to come up with a way to avoid compounding my problem by having to shoot more scenes of a compromising nature ... and worse too, totally naked this time. Which is worse? My bra pushed up to my neck and my panties down around my ankles like last time ... or completely bare-arse naked?

I couldn't come up with any solution other than an implausible one that would see me breaking into my uncle's home to delete the video file he already had on his laptop. Not going to happen! By Thursday, I accepted I had no alternative other than to return to the studio this Saturday and let my uncle shoot the additional scenes he wants. I called him up to confirm that I would be there. He sounded ecstatic, and maybe even surprised? Was there a way out that he thought I might use that I hadn't considered?

I arrived by bus Saturday, fearful of what my uncle would expect me to do nude and exposed in front of the cameras. When I inadvertently made the first video, I was playing around, possibly fantasising that the cameras were recording, but not for a moment believing that they were ... and I was totally alone. This time my uncle will be a few feet away, watching my every naked move. Can I actually go through with this?

As we entered the large studio area, my uncle said, "I came in earlier to set up a few props. Honey, this is going to be so exciting." He placed an arm around my shoulder, steering me across to the chaise lounge where I had lain all alone to play with myself while acting out my masturbation scenes for the cameras and the mirror. "Look at what I managed to hire, over there beside the screen."

I looked to where he was pointing and saw this weird contraption, "What is it?"

"Haven't you seen one honey? It's a fucking machine, a mechanical toy with adjustable speeds and various size artificial cocks. You kneel up on that padded part, in front of the rod and back yourself onto it for the fuck of your life."

"No, you never said I'd have to use something like that."

"I told you that I'd find the toys this time and I was lucky enough to find that."

"This is crazy, why did I agree to this?"

"Because you had no choice honey. Now, over here on the table is a butt plug, have you ever tried one of these?"

"No, I haven't!" I answered without thinking, desperate to avoid any suggestion of anal my uncle might be harbouring.

"Don't lie to me honey. I've seen the video you made for me several times now."

"I've told you I never made that for you to see."

"I think you did honey, but never mind that. I got a kick out of seeing that butt plug in your arse while you were using the silicone cock to get off. You are so hot, babe."

"I am not!" I told him indignantly, I am not very experienced sexually. What you might think you've seen is only my natural curiosity."

"Curiosity is a good thing. Tell you what, we'll give your arse another treat today."

His words sounded ominous, "What do you mean?"

"You can give the butt plug another workout honey."

I was fearful of how much my uncle might expect of me today. He had already expressed wanting me to be naked throughout the shoot. I desperately hoped he didn't expect to participate in sex with me. My fears would heighten if he was now thinking anal.

"Now sweetie, over here on the table is a big bottle of water and a glass. I want you to pour yourself a full glass and drink from it every twenty minutes, keep your fluids up."

"What for?"

"You're going to learn a few private things about your old uncle today. I've got the odd fetish."

More fear, "What? What do you want me to do?"

"Don't panic sweetie, I just want to watch you pee a bit later. I'll get some video -- close-up - of that too."

"What? No way, why would you want that?"

"Some guys think that's sexy honey and I happen to be one of them."

"I don't know about that."

"I can't see why you'd object to that. It's something you do ten times a day, what's the harm in letting me video it?"

"Because I normally do it behind a closed door, that's why."

"So, today you won't! Simple as that, so start drinking."

I didn't like his attitude. He was being more aggressive toward me and raising the bar on what we had previously indulged in. Reluctantly, I complied with what I thought was a weird request, mainly to keep him calm. I poured some water into the glass and took a big swig until the glass was empty.

"Happy now?"

"Yes babe, but another glass every twenty minutes, ok?"

I hoped he would forget once we got into shooting some video. "How can you want to do all of this with your own niece?"

"What you have to understand honey is that I'm just a horny middle-aged guy who has lucked into getting to watch a 19-year-old woman in the prime of her sexuality. The fact that you are my niece has nothing to do with anything at all, except maybe for some leverage. Now, what about we get on with this, I've got a busy afternoon planned for you, so get naked girl."

I thought of being defiant, to stamp my feet and act all petulant, tell him there's no way that I'm going to do any of the things he's planned for me in front of a video camera. But, the thought that hovered constantly above me was that if my uncle was to be believed, I was on the verge of achieving my ambitions to become a model through his efforts. Could I take the risk that he would snatch back my dreams if I baulked at his demands?

I wasn't too crazy about peeing in front of him and I wasn't all that fussed either to push that butt plug back up inside my bum, but I must admit -- and only to myself -- that the contraption that he called a fucking machine did stir quite a sexual curiosity in me. I had so enjoyed my first full-on sexual experiences in a wild couple of months with the only serious boyfriend I'd ever had but since then, the past three months had been barren. Only those toys had entered my tight sheath two weeks ago. I guess this machine was still a toy, albeit a big one, but the silicone cock attached to the long shaft looked like it might feel quite lifelike.

Conscious of my uncle's impatience to get started, I pulled the halter top over my head right where I stood beside the fucking machine. There was no point to feign modesty by going behind the screen to remove my clothes when my uncle was about to see every intimate part of me totally naked for the next hour or so?

I reached around behind my back to unclasp the bra and ease the cups off my ample breasts. I watched his face as I exposed my twin orbs ... his eyes nearly popped out of his head. He would have already seen them exposed on the video but this reaction now must be from seeing them in the flesh for the first time in all their glory and up close, from only feet away.

I unsnapped my shorts and let them fall in a pool around my feet. My fingers into the waistband of my panties, but then I paused. His warm and appreciative smile when I exposed my breasts and nipples had eased my embarrassment at having my uncle see those, but revealing my pussy with my newly trimmed pubes seemed to me to be a step too far. I turned my back to him as my hands pushed my panties down over my hips and let them drop until gravity took over with that flimsy garment too.

I stood totally bare arse naked in front of my uncle for the first time. Looking at my nude form from behind, he enthused, "Oh, what a great arse." He said it with such depth of passion that I found it both complimentary and disturbing, considering that he expected me to insert a plug in my bum. Was there more to that, did he have some anal fixation that would lead to him wanting more than I could give? Should I be worried?

"Ok, butt plug first sweetie, would you like for me to insert that for you?"

I picked the item up off the table, moving it around in my hand as I stared at it, wondering if I should let him get that close to me, "No, I think I can do it Uncle Robert." I didn't want to feel his fingers on my bare skin again.

"You will need some lube, there's a tube there on the table."

I politely thanked him and proceeded to squeeze some onto the butt plug. "A lot more than that honey, spread it all over and get some on your finger and slip it inside you."

I took his advice and soon I was holding a very slippery plug. I brought it around behind me and pushed it tentatively at my tiny anal pucker. It didn't slide in as easily as it had that Saturday two weeks ago when I first experimented anally while on my own. My attempt was more painful, "It won't go," I told him.

"I think you're going to need my help babe ... here you go, bend over as if you're going to touch your toes but then use your hands to pull your cheeks apart."

I did as my uncle instructed and he moved around behind me. I felt so exposed, bent over as I was, knowing that he would be able to see every intimate part of me ... the tiny pucker of my anal ring, my labia, my vaginal entrance.

I felt the pointy tip of the butt plug being eased in through the opening to my anus. I had to concede that he was being extremely gentle with me as his fingers on one hand softly caressed my smooth arse cheeks, the other manipulating the plug to press in beyond my sphincter. "Now honey, you've done well so far but I have to get this wider part in before it locks in place. Try not to tense up if it hurts, it will only be for about ten seconds, ok?"

I grunted my agreement, wondering why my uncle thought it was necessary to have this butt plug in my bum. What could be the purpose, surely he didn't expect me to take that fucking machine inside my arse? Maybe he would get some kick out of seeing the colourful green gem that decorated the end part exposed between my cheeks in the extra video he was intending to shoot today. Oh, how did I get myself into this situation?

He was right, it did hurt ... but only for a few seconds as the wider section before the narrow bit penetrated and locked itself into my anal ring. Once it was securely seated inside my arse, the pain dissipated quickly. "Looks really good there," he informed me as I straightened upright again, once more feeling strange like last time with this hard object filling my anus. "How does it feel for you?" he thoughtfully checked.

"I feel very full Uncle Robert but I think I'm ok. It's not as bad now as it was while you were pushing it in. That really hurt."

"Yes, I know, but you did good honey. Ok, so how about you get up here now, kneel on the padded platform there," he urged, directing me to position myself up on hands and knees, my pussy and arse in front of the rubber or silicone penis-shaped object on the end of a long shaft that came from the mechanism of the so-called fucking machine.

I complied with his instructions, moving into a submissive kneeling position on the padded bench. I could hear my uncle working at the machine behind me. I heard the sound of it starting up, a mechanical piston-like sound. I couldn't feel anything yet. Was my uncle taking his time so that he could closely examine the intimate parts of my pussy and the emerald-tipped plug between my cheeks.

I was nervous and apprehensive at the prospect of having that thing inside me but at the same time, I didn't want him examining all my private parts. Becoming Impatient, I asked, "What's happening?"

"I'm just testing how far this rubber cock will reach on the inward strokes so that I can see how far you will need to back up so you're in the best position for penetration babe. Come on, shuffle back now ... keep coming until I tell you to stop."

On hands and knees, I shuffled back on the padded platform until I felt the pretend cock bump my arse cheek, causing me to stop. It felt moist, he must have spread some lube on it. "Keep coming, another three or four inches yet honey, otherwise it won't go in deep enough. I want you to enjoy this gadget sweetie."

I allowed him to steer me back a bit further, feeling the silicone shaft bend and then push up over the butt plug and rest on my arse above the top of my crack. "I've lubed the cock up in case your body's not ready," he confirmed. Then I felt his fingers sliding along the crease of my labia and my whole body flinched at his unexpected intimate touch. "Hmm, you're not gonna need any lube, you are already so wet there. Good girl, all of this has got your juices flowing. You are so hot babe!"
I might actually have become wet because of the sexual nature of this setting I found myself in but the last thing I wanted to hear was my old uncle describing my body as hot. I squirmed my lower torso as I felt his fingers parting those lower lips, hoping he wasn't going to try to insert his fingers into me. I would view that as a step too far.

Fortunately, he didn't try to finger me. Instead those fingers simply parted my labia and next I felt the rounded head of the artificial cock presented to the opening of my tight sheath ... not pushing into me yet, just looming large at my opening.

"You ready?" my uncle checked.

"I guess so," I conceded, a mix of fear of this unknown object, curious anticipation and sexual excitement gripping me. Can this machine emulate what the only sex I've ever had - with Josh - felt like?

"Hold on, I just need to re-focus the camera." There was a pause as I knelt, feeling the knob poised there at my vaginal opening, wriggling my body around it to ensure the angle of entry would be right. Squeezing my pelvic muscles around it, expectantly waiting to have this artificial cock probe and push deep inside me, wondering how lifelike it would be.

My uncle's voice coming again from behind me, "Ok, here goes." I heard the machine start up, felt the silicone cock slide slowly up inside me ... then back out. He seemed to have adjusted my position on all fours perfectly because the cock seemed to fill me just right, deep but not painfully so, immediately reigniting memories of Josh.

On each slow withdrawal, I reflexively tightened my pelvic muscles so as not to lose it, but the machine seemed perfectly tuned and within mere minutes, I was relishing the beginnings of wonderfully intense feelings. My uncle had obviously started the machine on slow, enabling me to warm to the in-and-out thrusting. I was loving it, maybe too much because I began to wish it to go faster but didn't want to ask for fear he would describe me again as hot. I was so ready for fast and hard but maintained my patience to preserve my image as a good girl despite my lust-filled thoughts.

I had closed my eyes upon the initial entry. Now, I opened them as my body relished this artificial fuck. I hadn't noticed when I assumed my kneeling position on the padded bench that my uncle had positioned a camera low down directly in front of my face. It just sat on a tripod, unmanned, obviously shooting my changing facial expressions as the cock probed deeply into me. My uncle had a hand-held camera and was moving around on either side of the machine, getting close-up shots of the cock grinding in and out of my wet sheath.

"What do you think babe, shall we bump it up a bit?"

Restraining my true feelings, I gave a non-committal, "Err, yes sure, if you want to."

Almost immediately, the pretend cock's firm thrusts into my body increased by about fifty per cent. 'Oh that's cool, now we're getting somewhere,' I happily thought to myself as I felt my body react to the quicker pace. 'Oh my God, I might even cum.'

"Oh honey, this is so good, you're so hot, I can see how much you're enjoying this."

He could probably hear how much too. I was acutely aware of how heavy my breathing had become and I feared I was emitting short sharp gasps of pleasure as a crescendo built inside my lower body until I couldn't hold it back and my lower torso jerked and jolted through an intense orgasm as the machine relentlessly drove the cock into me without pause, without let-up. My body craved a short break to fully appreciate the powerful climax washing over me, to soak up these euphoric feelings but there was none. My first orgasm morphed quickly into a second, possibly even more intense.

My uncle must have pushed the dial to high. Suddenly, the strokes were coming into me at a pace almost above any human man's capability, certainly far more intense than anything Josh had ever done with his tool. Now I was being strongly probed at a lightning pace, experiencing one long seemingly never-ending climax. Goodness knows how my face must have looked on the camera in front of me as I twisted and contorted my lower torso. The onlooker -- my uncle -- couldt have assumed I was attempting to elude the intense pounding of the fake phallus that seemed almost out of control, but inside I was thrilled to receive such a drilling. My body was on fire like never before.

I felt my arse contracting, heard a loud clunk. What was that? Amid glorious sensations that wracked my lower body, I heard my uncle holler, "Man, that was close."

But I was too wrapped up in the rolling waves of orgasmic peaks to bother asking what was close back there. But I did need a break, prompting me to plead: "Oh no ... no, no more ... oh please stop it for a minute Uncle Robert."

Within an instant, it stopped ... abruptly. He didn't even ease it down to slow, just stopped it like he had pulled the plug out of the wall socket. Thankfully though, the fake phallus stopped on an up-thrust so it remained deeply embedded to the hilt in me, thus allowing my internal orgasmic pulses to wind down gradually around the intruding shaft. My brain unable to control the ongoing gasps and moans of sexual pleasure that enunciated the feelings I was still experiencing deep inside my body. My only regret with that abrupt stop was that this machine was not capable of ejaculating the glorious fluids that a man would have splashed inside me upon completion.

"Honey, that was awesome, you really looked like you enjoyed that?"

"Oh, Uncle Robert ... give me a minute ... please! I need to catch my breath. Oh ... err, oh my God, that finish was insane."

"You are so hot babe; you're unbelievable, I knew you would be."

I saw him come around from behind me to stand directly in front. I was struggling to hold my body up on hands and knees on the padded bench. Bent forward as I was, I couldn't raise my head high enough to look up to his face. I could only see my uncle from the waist down ... maybe that was his intention. Most prominent in my line of vision was the tenting of his trousers ... a huge bulge.

There was no doubt he was turned on by what he had witnessed and videoed. My first fear upon seeing the shape of his equipment within his pants was whether he'd be able to control himself. I had come again to the warehouse studio with great reluctance, determined only to participate in the extra video he demanded, but with a resolve not to have sex with him if he expected it.

He lowered the hand-held camera he had been using and brought a hand to take a firm grasp of that bulge in his trousers. Was he doing that because he could see that I had turned my head to look toward his groin? Was he in need of adjusting himself again or just trying to draw my attention there? He didn't need to showcase what was going on inside his trousers; the bulge indicated how aroused the man was.

He spoke. With my head facing down, I still couldn't see his face, "So babe, are you ready for another burst from the machine?"

"Oh God no," I hastened to assert.

"What, have you had enough?"

"Oh yes, that was a solid workout. It was quite a finish!" Most of my body was awash in sweat.

"More than you've ever had from a guy?"

"Oh yes, much more! You had that machine turned up so fast, I don't imagine any guy could move his hips like that."

"Really, it's a shame you've never had me, I'd give you a workout."

'Uh oh, is he about to present his pitch to me to let him have sex? Oh, I hope not!' Time to let him know that I don't want him, "Please don't talk like that Uncle Robert, that wouldn't be right."

"A pity honey, you don't know what you're missing out on."

"Will you not talk like that to me please."

"Ok babe, I'm sorry. I don't want to upset you. So, do you know what happened back here when your orgasms peaked?

"No, I heard you say something and there was a sound, but I was too out of it to care what might be happening."

"How does your arse feel?"

"Err ... um, it's ok, I think."

"It was very exciting to watch you go off, wait until you see the video. Your orgasms seemed to merge after the first, but it was when you peaked right near the end. Your pelvic muscles must have propelled that butt plug out of your arse; it came out of you like it was fired from a cannon. It only just missed me, could have done some damage if it had hit me. As it was, it rattled all around the metal parts of the machine ... that's what made the clunky noises."

"That sounds powerful."

"Oh babe, it was. Anyway, I'm sure I got it all on video so you'll get to see it when I'm done editing. But now you have nothing inside your beautiful arse, and you should. What about you try anal on the machine, I can assure you you'll love it?"

"Oh no ... there's no way!"

"Really? I promise I'll run it on the slowest speed."

"No Uncle Robert, I don't want to, and that's it."

"Ok, then let me get you unhooked."

He moved back around out of sight behind me and I felt him withdraw the shaft from my sheath. No doubt it was coated with my juices, would he notice? I didn't wait long to learn that he did, "I'm just taking a moment to lick your juices off the cock, you sure taste good honey."

"Do you have to talk like that Uncle Robert?"

"Just letting you know babe ... you have the sweetest juices. Let me know if you'd like me to lick you out."

"Uncle Robert, I asked you not to talk that way, that's the last thing I'd want."

"Ok, just offering." My uncle moved up close alongside me, placing a hand on my closest arm, his other moving around my back, "Here, I'll help you down off there."

My uncle, still fully clothed, helped me from my kneeling position to stand upright again. I took a moment to un-knot the muscles from being bent over for so long; he didn't hesitate in taking advantage, pulling my naked body against him. His arms folded around my back, hands resting just above my arse, hugging my naked body tightly against his clothed body, plainly wanting me to feel the shape that bulged in his pants. I could feel the firmness pressing against my bare belly. "You're probably a bit stiff from being so long in that bent position."

"Yes, I am a bit," I confirmed.

"I'm very stiff too, although I wasn't bent over as you were."

I chose to ignore his obvious reference to his engorged erect state. Maybe this was the start of a pitch to have us fuck; it seemed inevitable to me that he'd try, given his level of sexual excitement. He'd already admitted using my previous video to masturbate to, would he try to up the stakes, use my body as a vessel to relieve the tension of his heightened arousal? But before he could utter another word, the constant honking of a car alarm began ... It sounded to be from right outside this warehouse building.

My uncle pulled away from me, "Hope that's not my car being broken into, this is not exactly a safe neighbourhood. That's why I drive you to and from the bus. Look, I best go check my car. Err, go have another big glass of water while I'm gone."

He left me there in the big studio space alone. I passed up drinking any more water ... he wasn't there to check on me and I wasn't in any hurry to pee, considering his desire to watch and shoot me doing that. I looked around, spotted his laptop on the table. On the screen on replay was the first video, the one he used to blackmail me, threatening to show my parents the scene of me unknowingly masturbating for the cameras .

I walked across to watch me being so personally intimate with a dildo, panties down around my ankles, legs lewdly splayed to reveal all of my intimate parts. I would be absolutely humiliated if my parents ever got to see that. It did look as if I was playing to the cameras; I figure I'd never be able to convince them that I didn't know it was recording.

I looked around, my uncle must be still outside checking on his car. In a sudden, rash moment, I made an impromptu decision. I closed the video, then deleted the file from my uncle's laptop, going further to remove it from the Recycle Bin to eliminate it fully.

"What are you up to?" my uncle's booming voice close behind me.

"Oh, err ... umm, nothing Uncle Robert."

"Yes, you were up to something. I can see it on your face." He strode up to where I stood, pushing me aside, and began urgently scanning through the files on his laptop, "Where is it?"

"Where's what?"

"The video of you playing with yourself, what have you done with it, have you moved it?"

"No, I ... I umm ... I wiped it."

"What do you mean wiped it?"

"I deleted it."

"YOU WHAT?" I had never seen my uncle like this in all of my 19 years. He went into a rage, shouting at the top of his voice at me, he was scary, "How dare you do that? Hopefully, I can restore it from the Recycle Bin."

"I deleted it from there too."

"WHAT? How dare you? Why would you do that? I thought we had an understanding."

"I couldn't take the chance that you wouldn't some day show it to my parents."

"I only said I'd do that if you didn't let me shoot some more today, and here you are, and we're having a good time. Until now! There was no need to do what you've done, I wouldn't have shown it to them now."

"I couldn't take that chance Uncle Robert."

"You stupid girl! That's going to have grave consequences Emily. Sit down over there on the lounge while I decide what I'm going to do with you now."

I was still stark naked, "Can I put some clothes on while you decide?"

"No way, sit there naked as you are, and spread your legs too. I want to be able to look at you -- all of you -- while I decide what you're going to have to do to make it up to me."

I became scared, I had never seen or heard him like this. Had I gone too far with my impulsive decision to totally delete the video file? I never thought it through, maybe I was reckless to do it without thinking, but the opportunity was there and I didn't see that I would get another. I was so worried that mom and dad might one day see the vision of me crudely masturbating. I think I assumed my uncle would be angry, but that's all. He's in a rage, his face is all red. I'll bet his blood pressure is sky high.

I attempted to calm him, "Haven't you got enough sexy footage from what you have shot today?"

"NO, I haven't! What I've been shooting today was to add to that wonderful video you made for me last week ... yes, I know, you say you didn't know you were making it for me, but I still think you did." His tone began to soften, "I can't believe you wiped that off my laptop, you were so good in those scenes. I might have to get you to do all that for me again, although it probably won't be the same. Being on your own that day made you more uninhibited."

"I can't keep being in videos like that, and like the one you've been shooting today Uncle Robert, it's not right. I don't like it, it's like I'm becoming a porn actress."

"These are only for you and me to see babe ... just us."

"So what are you going to do now?"

"Well, I think some files remain on computers even after they've been deleted. I might find a good I.T. guy and see if he can dig deep and find that video in there."

"No, please don't have anybody else see it. Oh my God, I'd be so embarrassed."


"You should have thought about that before you messed with my laptop sweetie. You crossed a line today Emily and you'll have to suffer the consequences."

His words sounded ominous and threatening. I watched him walk toward where I sat fearful on the chaise lounge,

"What are you going to do?" I could hear the trembling in my voice.

He stood immediately in front of me, "I have enjoyed helping you to achieve your goal to become a model. I felt rewarded for my efforts when I came across the video of you playing with yourself. I've been so turned on every time I watch it honey ... I look at it EVERY night. Yes, I admit it, I jerk off while I watch you do your stuff. Sweetie, I would have been content with that ... jerking off watching you doing the same. The bonus was going to be this extra stuff we're shooting today. But you've gone and ruined it by deleting the best stuff. Honey, you've let me down badly and I cannot forgive you for that. You are going to have to pay a price for deleting my special video."

One hand dropped to the front of his trousers and he drew the fly zip down. That hand reached inside his trousers. I had seen the bulge in front when he finished shooting video of me being fucked by that machine. I figured he'd still be erect. The last thing I wanted was to see his cock in the flesh, but here it is. Out came his hand, wrapped around his rock-hard cock and the head was purple, angry looking. I can't recall Josh's ever looking like that, not purple-coloured.

"No bullshit honey, I wasn't going to do this, to expect this, but you've just pushed us to the next level. We're going to fuck babe, and not just once. Multiple times, until I can't get it up anymore and until you learn not to mess with me."

"NO!" I bellowed loudly, "No, I won't! You can't make me!"

"Don't be so sure of that sweetie. You might have deleted one video but I've just shot an even sexier video of you doing the kind of stuff you won't want your mom to see."

"No, you can't!"

"Well babe, you told me you were afraid I would with the other video and that was why you deleted it. So, now you can fear the worst. Come across for me now or your mom's after dinner entertainment tonight will be watching her sweet darling daughter getting fucked hard by that machine."

"No, no! Does it have to be now?" I moaned and my tears began to flow. Is he so hardhearted? Can he withstand the sight of his favourite niece so distressed?

It seems he can ... he stood only three feet in front of me, his hand idly stroking his solid erection as clear bubbles of pre-cum oozed from its eye. A ground-breaking decision loomed large, my tears had no effect in softening his demands. I wiped my eyes, my head all a whirl, could I really bring myself to have sex with my uncle? He was more than twice my age and he was my mom's brother?

Could I take this man's cock inside me? I looked at it, bobbing around in front of my face ... stared at it, taking in the size, shape, hardness, assessing it against the only one that I'd ever been really close to ... my ex boyfriend's.

Not the same colour, Josh's had been skin-coloured, often a bit reddish when erect. But this one, new to me, has a distinctly purple head ... it looks as angry as the man it was a part of? And what about dimensions? At first glance and without yet touching it, this one looks broader, or should I call that thicker. I think the length could be the same as Josh's.

"I can see it fascinates you sweetie."

"No, it doesn't!" the tone of my voice strong and defiant.

"You can't take your eyes off it; I've been watching you looking at it and it's definitely got you in. Come on, touch it honey, see how it feels. It's gonna feel even better up inside you."

"Don't be so vulgar Uncle Robert, don't talk like that, I'm not doing it and that's that."

"You can babe ... and you will. Now come on, cut out this nonsense, come grab a hold of it and give it a lick. Don't worry, I'm not gonna make it a regular thing although I'd like to. Just this once with me babe, that's all you have to do. But if you don't intend to, you might as well get out and go home now, because I've got work to do, editing all that I've shot today so I can drop the video off at your house for your parents to watch tonight."

I cringed at the thought of that ... my parents would disown me if they saw what I'd done this afternoon, taking that machine cock the way I did ... and the butt plug in my arse. Oh my god, I'd have to move out tonight, I couldn't face them in the morning. Should I give up and let him do me? He did just say I'd only have to do it once with him ... can I trust that?. I continued to stare at his erection ... maybe I can, once.
I was feeling the pressure, he had me and he knew it. At what point do I simply give in and concede ... lay back right here and let him do me? I looks like now. He watched me intently, must have seen resignation in my eyes. He stepped forward, so close now I was staring at his cock from 12 inches away.

I tried one last challenge, "Why are you doing this Uncle Robert? I thought you only wanted to help me become a model. Did you have this plan in mind all along?"

"No, I didn't, I swear I didn't! I never expected to have sex with you. You know, you being my niece and all, but then you made that incredible video and the opportunities just seemed to open up from there."

"Do you have to do this? I really don't want to have sex with you ... what if I just use my hand?"

"Too late for that now honey."

"Or I could suck you, I'd even let you cum in my mouth."

"You don't get it Emily, we're gonna do all of that anyway, and I get to fuck you."

"NO, I don't want to ... you're my uncle, doesn't that mean anything to you?"

"The bonus for you honey is that I'm good, the best damn fuck you'll have in a while! Now, stop talking and, as the British would say, wrap your laughing gear around this," he stepped even closer, his erection slapped against my cheek.

I looked up at my uncle with pleading eyes, but in his face there was no compassion ... only lust in his eyes. I opened my mouth and with one hand pulled his hard erection to me, closing my lips behind the crown. I heard my uncle gasp above me as my tongue went to work, licking all over the head of his cock.

I struggled to get more than about a third of him inside my mouth, his was definitely thicker, wider, broader than Josh's had been. Accepting the reality, I began to consider how it will feel when he uses it to fuck me? I've only ever had the one male inside me, although I did have that one a lot during the torrid eight weeks that we continued to date after my very first time. I felt my uncle's hand at the back of my head, trying to pull my face closer but I gagged at his attempt to force more of his shaft to the back of my throat.

Frustrated at my being unable to deep throat him, he pulled out of my mouth. "Lie back on the lounge," he demanded.

I half reclined back on the chaise lounge, meekly accepting what was about to happen by spreading my legs -- one on the lounge and the other on the floor. My uncle moved to cover me, his legs shuffling between my spread thighs. I expected him to unite our bodies carnally at this point but, to my surprise, he bent his head down and his lips thirstily devoured my nipples ... first one until it swelled from his tongue and lip action ... and then the other until it similarly responded.

I didn't want to like any of what my uncle was about to do to me, but his suckling of my nipples was almost perfect, sending my head into a spin. I didn't even resist when his teeth grazed my sensitive nipples too ... each time he bit them, it was like an electric shock had been set off through my upper body, only for the sparks to radiate down to my sexual core behind my pussy.

Then, I felt his solid erection push at my wet lower lips, centring at the opening of my personal tight sheath. He seemed considerate that my lightly used sheath would need to adjust to his thickness, starting with gentle thrusts. Slowly, gradually, pushing in deeper and deeper, probing inexorably until my wet passage was tightly packed with my uncle's thick cock shaft.

In spite -- or indeed, perhaps because of -- the intense rolling orgasms I experienced while attached to the fucking machine earlier, I felt those pulsing throbs deep in the sexual workings of my body returning. My uncle had begun like the machine ... slow with deep probing strokes. But when he heard my moans and heavy breathing relaying the tell-tale signs of an impending orgasm, he seemed to kick it up into overdrive.

With an unrelenting driving rhythm, his hard erection steered me through one ... and then a second orgasm. Josh would have cum by now but my uncle was replicating the machine. Not that final rapid delivery that was not human, but in his endurance. I was cumming a third time before I detected in his breathing that he could be struggling to maintain control. Near the end, his probing strokes shortened on each thrust and his gasping grunts alerted me to expect the splash of this man's potent cum.

Potent cum? Oh no! My God, how did I let him get inside me without a condom? What I had at first feared -- my uncle fucking me -- had, through his obviously genuine ability to fuck ... and fuck well ... turned into anticipatory excitement for me. Who would have believed that he could make me feel so good, turning my body to mush with his oral treatment of my sensitive nipples, causing my juices in turn to flood my passage to make his strong thrusts smooth and acceptable.

"NO, you can't cum inside me," I bellowed close to his right ear as his on-the-verge-of-cumming grunts drowned out my plea.

I felt his fluids splash against my uterus as his hard thick spasming shaft completely filled my passage, forcing his sperm to head only in the direction that it was being so strongly propelled. His body slumped on mine and I did something I would never have contemplated 15 minutes ago. I wrapped my arms around my uncle's back, hugging him tightly to me, holding him steady against me while his unrestrained cock continued pumping his possibly potent life-creating cum into me. I was just so overcome by the waves of pleasure coursing through me.

Fear of an unwanted and unacceptable pregnancy flashed across my mind, suggesting that I should possibly roll him off and out of me as quickly as possible, but after Josh and I became sexually active, I did a lot of research, so I knew that if he was potent and I was fertile on this Saturday afternoon, then it was already too late. Besides, I had nothing to douche with here.

My uncle had reverted to his kind, caring ways. He even refrained from embarrassing me by pointing out how hot I became when he fucked me. It was bad enough that I knew how hot he'd made me be beneath him and I couldn't work out why it was so. I had been so fearful all along that he might want full-on sex but it had only taken this one solid fuck for me to completely change my attitude about us.

My uncle had assured me that we would only do it once, most likely to finally convince me. But this was so good. I had decided that I liked sex after being with Josh, and in my memory, I thought my first guy was good. But in this one fuck alone, my uncle had way exceeded anything that Josh had made me feel.

Sex with my uncle had been so good that I already knew that I couldn't -- wouldn't -- be able to stop at once. I had cum several times just now ... Josh was only ever good for one orgasm, most times, and even one was not always guaranteed.

I wanted to boast to my girlfriends that I'd tried a second guy, but there was no way I could admit that I was engaging in incest to fuck my uncle.

When I had at last conceded I had no choice but to let my uncle fuck me, I expected that we'd be out of there as soon as I let him cum. But after he made me feel so good, I didn't want to go anywhere in a hurry, content to lay in the after-glow with his body half draped across me.

In less than thirty minutes, my uncle was ready to go again. He wanted me to be on top this time. Josh had never favoured that so it was new to me and I enjoyed it. Less apprehension for me, less pressure. He lay back on the lounge, his erection standing tall, thick and proud and I straddled him, easing my body down over him.

What I liked was being able to control all the action. I did all of the moving, easing my pleasure sheath up and down on his thick hard cock, setting the pace to what felt best for me -- not him -- catering totally for my needs. I was able to determine as each (yes, more than one again) orgasm built, whether I wanted to pursue it there and then or to pause and defer it to prolong the anticipation and the intense pleasure.

With less urgency, this encounter went on so much longer, probably double the length of time of our first fuck. My body had reeled off three more orgasms before I let my uncle cum again ... inside me. Yes, I know ... how stupid can I get? But I had decided that the human flesh of a man's cock feels so much better when not wrapped in latex.

We used the shower there at the warehouse ... together, would you believe? He soaped me all over and then used his fingers to try to drain as much of his cum from up inside me. My pleasure wasn't finished, I managed to cum yet again from his fingers delving within my pleasure sheath. Then my uncle pushed me back against the shower wall, spread my legs wide, knelt in front of me. licking my clitoris to possibly my strongest orgasm of the day. But could I really tell if it was stronger ... it was all subjective by then?

He dried me and I dried him. I played with that cock that had appeared so frightening with its purple head. We hugged and kissed a lot, as I imagined lovers would. Finally, he had to insist that he take me to the bus stop. I would have stayed another hour or two ... I felt that good.

It was dark by the time we left the warehouse and my uncle waited with me at the bus stop to ensure I got out of that warehouse neighbourhood safely. After dinner with my folks, I retired to my room to lay on my bed and reflect on the events of the day, of how my uncle had completely won me over with just two glorious fucks. But what of the age difference and the incestuous fact that he is my mother's brother? It all meant nothing to me as I considered how I must have him fuck me again ... and not just once. I was hooked.

The timing may have been a fluke. Whatever, I dodged a bullet when my period came Sunday afternoon -- relieving me of fears that I had been impregnated 24 hours earlier. I had begun taking birth control pills when I became sexually active with Josh, but stopped once we broke up. I determined to start again immediately.

I called my uncle a couple of times that following week, the first time to assure him I had no hard feelings about him, other than the hard feelings his cock had so expertly given me on Saturday. We talked a lot about sex, I even admitted how much I wanted him again. He told me how he wanted to have me in a real comfy bed ... his. He was very disappointed when I told him we'd need to wait until my period finished.

By Thursday afternoon, my period was down to spotting and I decided I couldn't wait a day longer. I called my uncle to ask if it would be ok if I came around to his apartment tonight. He sounded overjoyed. Then I called my mom and lied to her that I would be late home because I was staying in the city to have dinner with colleagues from work. I felt awful at needing to lie but at 19, it was my life and I could choose to mess it up if I wanted to.

As soon as my uncle closed the door behind me, He spread his arms to welcome me to his warm embrace, our fingers roaming -- touching, caressing, tongues clashing in moist heat, melding within each other's mouths. Undressing each other, our clothes were rapidly discarded in a trail that led to his bedroom. Josh had taught me about my cycle, the most important being that I am safe to have no-condom sex on the final day of my period.

Uncle Robert was as good, if not better (although that's a stretch) in the sublime comfort of his large bed as he had been in our first fuck on the chaise lounge in the warehouse. I came three times again before he would let himself cum inside me ... was this his standard? Could I expect to enjoy multi orgasms every time I laid down with him and let him fuck me superbly?

After a suitable recovery time, my uncle left me sitting up in his bed while he finished cooking our dinner. Then, he served dinner to me in bed with the wine flowing freely. He even served me a dessert, and then he retrieved his laptop and together, we sat up in bed and watched the finished edited version of last Saturday's 'Sexual Awakening of Emily,' as he chose to title it.

We watched me getting the treatment from the fucking machine while on my hands and knees and I got to see the butt plug shoot out of my tiny anal pucker in the midst of one of my orgasms. Uncle Robert was right, it did nearly hit the camera that he was behind at the time. To my surprise, it had become a very long video because, unknown to me, he had left several cameras rolling -- pointed at the chaise lounge - while he fucked me twice.

It was sort of painful for me to watch my resistance, pleading with him not to fuck me, when I now knew how good it could be with him. It was extremely arousing for both of us to watch those two long fucks -- first him on top and then later me on top -- that resulted in my multiple orgasms. So much so, that we lost patience through the second long fuck on video and started our own second languorous fuck of the evening.

I didn't get home until after 1am and the next day was a work day. I would have a difficult time standing up all day in the retail store.

My uncle called me Friday night to tell me the best news of the week ... that he had got me an audition to walk the catwalk at the lingerie company's summer showing.

I can reveal that I got a spot at that showing and my modelling career could be up and running, thanks to the man who I now let fuck me at least two nights a week. I know that it won't last and shouldn't last. I will need to eventually find myself another boyfriend around my own age, but I doubt that he will have the sexual talent of my uncle. I fear that I could be constantly drawn back into Uncle Robert's bed throughout my life ... well, maybe fear is not the right word. I think you know what I mean.

The End (probably)