Creepy Uncle Porn Novels & Stories

“But we’re not stopping at one. I’m going to make you squirt until you can’t walk straight. Until this entire house smells like your cum.” He rose to his feet, shoved his sweatpants down, and freed his thick, rock-hard cock. It was bigger than Mark’s. It was veined and heavy, already leaking precum. “Get on your knees now,” he ordered. “Clean my face with your tongue, then I’m fucking you until you squirt again. This time around I'm fucking you with my cock.” I slid off the ruined couch, my knees trembling as I kneeled, and my heart racing with depraved excitement. My father-in-law’s eyes burned into mine as I leaned forward, he was so ready for more and this was only the beginning.

Hot body. Rich vibes and older than me by a lot. “You don’t look clueless. Honestly, you look old enough to be my uncle.” I crossed my arms. “I’m sure plenty of women have been in your bed, and sex means nothing to you. And now you’re telling me you didn’t know? Keep your money. I don’t need it.” I walked out before he could speak, leaving him completely stunned. Did he think he could buy me off with his looks and his money?

I suddenly realized that Aunt Heather was practically a saint, since she somehow managed to live with that miserable excuse for a man for over a decade. I honestly couldn't figure out what Aunt Heather saw in Uncle Jared. Did she enjoy his average appearance? Did she appreciate the blatant neglect of his family duties? Did she crave his existence as a drunken, profligate wastrel? I surmised that Aunt Heather's overwhelming patience was the very trait that allowed Uncle Jared to exploit her.

I succeeded. The door was unlocked, which pissed me off like he wanted me to go in, like he was baiting me. I stepped inside. It was dark, wood-paneled, masculine in the way of cigars and bloodlines. A massive desk stood in the center. On it were files, labeled, neat, perfect until I got my hands on them. I flipped open a folder. My name. Not just mine, my father’s. Documents, transactions, photos, one of me at a coffee shop last year. What the actual hell?

Once I got out of the mansion, I strode down to my car and contacted Fabian through our mindlink. "Hello, Fabian." "Morning, Alpha. What can I help you with today?" Fabian asked, and I said, "Get me a present to deliver to my uncle and bring it to the venue." "Which of your uncles is that?" Fabian asked, a hint of surprise in his voice. "How many uncles do I have? Get the gift to Elder Collins's manor," I said, to which he answered, "Alright, Alpha." I hopped into my car and drove off to the venue. When I arrived at Uncle Collins's manor, his wife and two sons welcomed me.

“I also hate myself very much for not realizing that I love you. I hate myself for hurting you deeply.” He fished out the photo from the pocket of his suit. “I’m sure our kid would have been very cute and would have looked just like you.” A sigh escaped him. “At some point, I stopped regarding you as my niece. I got scared, so I made you call me Uncle Sean. Hmph! What was I afraid of?” He mocked and laughed at himself before he drove away. Sean’s sleep disorder grew worse, and he kept getting nightmares. Hence, he started to forgo sleeping. Consequently, deep circles formed underneath his eyes. In the end, he finally failed to hold on. He drank wine until his stomach started to bleed.

So, put down that act of yours and speak the truth. His smile faltered for a second before he pressed on. "I was hoping you would reconsider that contract. You know the one, the one you gave to that other company. It should’ve been ours, Uncle, I agree it was a mistake of mine, now I'm apologising you for that, let's forget it, and let me have it, I'll try my best to do well like always, what do you say?" I knew it, this cunning nephew of mine is always greedy and always has ulterior motives, but I'm not going to be fooled, I shook my head. "The construction started today, that deal is finalized already, there'll be no change in it."

How could I imagine my uncle like that? After all, of course, my uncle already had many lovers. He must have used his handsome face to attract many women as he did earlier on the campus to make Selly hysterical. He's a handsome, well-established, and powerful man, so there must be a lot of women who want him. Ah, that's right. We haven't met for a long time. There are many things I don't know about him. I'm curious about what Uncle Matthew has been doing all this time.

I immediately became aroused, dirty thoughts filling my head and pushing me to the point of desperation. Pressing my back against the door, I bit my lips, quietly slipping my hands in between my legs and towards my soaked panties, closing my eyes as beads of sweat formed on my forehead, my breathing ragged. Just behind it, my uncle was having sex with random woman he brought in for the night. Her moans rang out and I secretly imagined that it was me he was fucking like that. I could literally hear the sounds of his thrusts as he pounded into her.

The young voodooist yelled as he squeezed his head while gritiing his teeth and pressing his eye lids together . You can either wimper away like a spineless bitch or you can take the fight to your blasian auntie and stomp her from feeding the souls of my city to that cocky ass Cypress. " My uncle is dying , Asshole. Can’t you see that ? ” You dont know who your talking to so ill let that comment slide. But dont worry, youll find out soon enough. As for your uncle, do you think he’d want you to let your precious friends be killed while you lay here crying? Especially that curly haired creole girl your so keen on ?