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My Niece Jennifer Must Pay! Ch. 01

By: JRob



Thank you to a kind reader, Jennifer, for the idea and inspiration.... 

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Jennifer was a precocious 19-year-old girl who was one part smart and 9 parts smart-ass. 

Always in trouble in high school, her freshman year of college wasn't much better. She was petulant, challenging, argumentative, a flirt and a tease. 

And she was my niece. 

We got along okay, mainly because I had stepped in as a bit of a father figure after her dad, my brother, passed away in a tragic automobile accident when Jennifer was a sophomore in high school.

After that Jennifer went from a quiet, likable girl to a wildcat. She was suspended from school twice, once for a combination of rules violations but the other after being caught "in the act" with a boy. That cost her the captainship of the cheerleading squad, and the surprising thing was she just didn't care. 

Her driving habits left something to be desired. She had couple minor accidents and after those and a pair of speeding tickets she lost her license. She had to attend summer school to graduate, and made a spectacle of herself at the prom with her dirty dancing that caused the chaperones to take her aside and read her the riot act.

Jennifer babysat our youngsters several times, getting along okay with them. But not without some pitfalls along the way. Like the time I was cleaning the family room one Saturday morning. 

Jennifer had babysat the kids the night before, and when my wife and I arrived home sooner than expected I swear Jennifer had the look of someone being caught doing something they shouldn't have been doing.

I couldn't put my finger on it at the time, but the next morning when something clogged the vacuum cleaner the picture was clearer. The clogging was due to a used condom being stuck inside, and since I hadn't used one in years and unless my wife was banging the mailman it could be traced back to my lovely niece. 

Of course, no real proof, except for the rubber and her red face, out of breath, disoriented look the night before. The next week while sitting at the desk at the car dealership where I was general manager, my mind wandered and I thought about my niece. She was always conniving, up to something, and always trying to get something for nothing. She used her teasing to get what she wanted, and I wondered if she'd ever grow up. 

I know it sounds crazy, but I think she knew I knew about the condom because she acted somewhat awkward the next few times I saw her. That was made even stranger and embarrassing one afternoon when I walked into the basement and Jennifer was in the process of changing...and I caught her pulling up her flimsy pink panties.

"Oh, Uncle Rob, I didn't hear you come in," shrieked the girl. She wasn't really embarrassed which led me to believe she not only heard me coming but also wanted to get caught in her undies. Why I don't know, but that night I promptly told my wife when we were getting ready for bed. 

In case the little vixen was thinking of getting me into trouble figured I'd come clean to ensure she didn't think I was a voyeur or worse. It wasn't the first time I caught her in a suggestive pose, and surely wouldn't be the last I remember surmising at the time 

Still, Jennifer somehow graduated and entered the local college where it seemed as if she was maturing and turning things around. The wildcat in her remained a constant, just wasn't as obvious to her mother.

Which brings me to the reason for this story. One needs the background to understand Jennifer and where things would go over the last whirlwind month.

It was the middle of her first semester and I'd only seen her a few times. A couple times at my sister's house and twice at football games where she lead cheers while acrobatically flopping around. Karen had felt her daughter's wild days were behind her, but I had a feeling she was still a wildcat but was careful not to have that fact discovered by her mom. 

I do know that I saw her a couple times making out --- with different boys --- near a local coffee house, and once saw her in a lip lock with a guy in the parking garage of a mall. No, Jennifer was still wild, she just wasn't obvious about it with her mother. 

My wife and my sister were upstate at a women's retreat one Saturday evening when there was a knock at the door followed by an urgent "Uncle Rob" cry from the doorway. Startled --- I was in the middle of watching an ice hockey game on TV --- I yelled for my niece to come in. 

Her face was ashen. She actually was shaking. Asking what was wrong, I pulled her close into a hug. "It's okay, pumpkin, tell me."

With that opening Jennifer weaved a tale of woe that almost made me laugh. Apparently she and a couple girlfriends were in my sister's car at the mall, and began showing off for some boys. She started and stopped the car, laid some rubber before doing several quick turns.

All in fun, of course, and actually not in a lot of danger, but on one of those whirlybirds she sideswiped a light fixture and tore up the side of her mom's car. Not beyond repair, but damaged. Outside, the car looked awful. I'd imagine several thousand dollars worth of damage.

"If mom finds out she will ground me...she won't let me drive, and if the police find out I'm sure there's all kinds of tickets they could give me. I mean, I can't pay my insurance now, mom has me on her policy but I have to pay my share and with school I don't work much. I mean, this is terrible," said the crying girl. "You have to help me Uncle Rob, you have to."

I sternly looked at my niece, shaking my head. Reminding her of the time I paid her speeding ticket and all the times I'd lied or schemed to help her out of jams, I said this time she was on her own.

Jennifer began balling like a baby, tears flowing like a river. "You have to help, please, please."

The girl told me how she'd broken curfew, how she'd failed English of all subjects in her first trimester, and how her mom had to bail her out from a well-used credit car delinquency. "She will kill me, please help."

On one hand I wanted to help my lovely niece. On the other, well, I wanted to make the little bitch pay for all of her bad behavior and the constant childish actions. And I also thought of the day I saw her in her panties and well, I am a guy. 

We spoke for nearly an hour, and Jennifer knew she wasn't getting anywhere. Especially when she suggestively allowed me a peek up her short skirt and I didn't react at all. 

"Please, Uncle Rob, I am desperate," cooed the girl, and I think she realized her precarious position. She seemed to be thinking, almost like at the edge of a cliff: to jump or not to jump? Then came the words I'll never forget: "What if I, well, you know, jerked you off."

Silence. 

I stared at the girl. Where did that come from? I guess it was a practiced response, because she said it again.

"I know you're my uncle, but you're a guy. I can't imagine a guy who doesn't need a little help with, well, you know. I've been told I have good hands!"

Not believing what I heard, I just sat there dumbstruck. 

She kept talking. "I know you don't get it enough, I heard you on the phone the other day with someone complaining about that. Let me get you off...please. Just help me."

Standing, I shook my head. I sat down next to her on the couch. She stared as I stared back as not a word was uttered. Reaching behind her I rubbed her back, then pulled her over my midsection, right over my knees.

"What the fuck are you doing," yelled the shocked young girl, flipping her head back as her brunette mane snapped around.

"Doing what should have been done a long, long time ago." 

With that I spanked her ass several times as she attempted to wiggle away. Holding her back, I lifted her skirt and spanked her panty-covered ass several times bringing forth yelps as she struggled to get away from my grasp. It wasn't to be, and soon I slipped her baby blue panties with the "VS" initials on the back.

Panties down, I proceeded to spank that lovely ass while telling her she needed to stop being a bitch. That she couldn't use her physical attributes to get her out of trouble. That offering her uncle a hand job for thousands of dollars worth of work in detestable. Her buttocks turning red, I deposited about 20 swats on her beautiful ass before letting her go.

The girl was pissed and called me a couple not nice names while she pulled up her panties and pulled down her skirt. She made a minute out of making herself presentable, but it was great looking at her squirming with hurt and embarrassment. 

"What are you smiling about," spat the girl.

"You've deserved that spanking for a long time, and I should have done it long ago," was my reply. "Plus I like the VS on your rear end. I bet that VS is a store name, but really stands for Very Sore."

Daggers came first, but then a smile started to hit Jennifer's lips as her hands rubbed her behind. "That's not funny," said my niece. "Not funny at all."

Sitting back on the couch, Jennifer slipped a pillow under her behind as we spoke about the night's activities. She apologized for being a bitch, said she'd try harder, but asked again if I could help her out. 

There weren't a lot of things I could do, but there was one that I told her about.

"Look, you have several thousand dollars of damage there, and I'd have to concoct some story to keep the truth away from your mother. I'd be in big trouble if she found out. Plus, there's only one guy I know who I could get to fix this, and it won't be a walk in the park."

"You have to help," said Jennifer. "You have to, anything, please, help me."

I grabbed a beer and weaved the way toward getting the car back in tiptop shape. 

Alex was one of the expert mechanics at the shop. In his mid-40s, he had the experience to work miracles on difficult cases. He also had done a few off book repairs as favors for me over the years. Good friends, I called on that friendship from time to time. But in all cases he was paid handsomely. In this case, there wasn't a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. 

"Here's the thing, he's confided in me something that he wants and doesn't currently get. You might be able to help," I said, a sly smile showing.

"Of course, anything. What, babysitting? Cleaning his house? I don't have money but I can work it off however I can."

Telling her I knew she could, I explained the deal.

"His wife refuses to give him blow jobs, simple as that. I know that if you were to promise him, say, a month of BJs and really came through as promised, I think we could get a deal done."

The look on Jennifer's face was priceless. 

"I'm not a whore."

"Don't say you haven't done it before, many times I'll bet," was my simple reply. "Look it as a service being done, like cleaning the house. You will be cleaning something, alright, and your car will get fixed and nobody will know what happened I'll tell your mom there was a problem with the exhaust, and because of a recall the car will be out of order for a couple weeks. I'll get her a loaner Your car will be fixed Nobody will be wiser. " 

Looking at her sternly, I read her the riot act. 

"Listen, you got into this problem because you don't think. I'm offering you a way out.... if you can convince Will it would be worth his while. He makes good money, but so that's not the issue. I know what he wants. You can supply it. He will be spending a lot of time on this, and if we all work together we can fix your problem with nobody else any wiser."

I told her to think about it, but not to long. The offer wouldn't be on the table much longer, as it would take a lot of hard work and effort to pull off this masquerade. 

Jennifer was between a rock and a hard place. There was no other way out, except to come clean with my sister. That would have awful consequences. I could tell her mind was mixing around all the thoughts and ideas. Her tears started again, but I ignored them. Let her stew, worry....

The battle of wits continued until Jennifer bowed her head and demurely said, "I'll do it."

Good decision!

(To be continued)

My Niece Jennifer Must Pay! Ch. 02



My niece Jennifer had gotten herself into a pickle. The girl, who was consistently in trouble throughout high school hadn't changed much in college. 

A recent set of whirlybirds in the school parking lot while showing off cause damage to her mother's car, which, if found off, would bring down a wrath of my sister unlike anything Jennifer had ever seen.

Jennifer would have gotten off lighter if she'd failed a course, came home late or stole a hundred bucks from the cookie jar. But that car was my sister's pride and joy. Well, growing up she called her breasts "pride" and "joy" (she never said which was which) but as she aged her souped up Dodge was something that brought her joy and took her back years. 

"I feel like a teenager again when driving the beast," my sister had on numerous times said to any and all. "That ride is rad, is random, is, well, you know what I mean."

My niece Jennifer knew about her mother's obsession with the vehicle, I knew it, and when Jennifer came to me to fix her problem I knew it was time to really teach her a lesson she'd never forget. Thinking quickly on my feet, I came up with a solution that would not only solve her problem but also teach her a lesson she'd never forget. 

With the help on a wonderful auto body expert in the dealership I manage, a guy who had reason to accept a challenge for the right price and who'd done tons of favors for me in the past, I weaved a plan in my mind to kill several birds with one stone. My sister was going to use her oral talents to solve the problem she created. 

Jennifer had to be relieved I'd had a way to solve her problem, ensure her mother wasn't the wiser, but by the same token had to be taken aback at the price she'd have to pay. Still, it was her only way out. 

Later that night after convincing my niece of the course of action I unveiled my twisted story to Will, the auto body expert extraordinaire. Leaving out some of the details, I did say it was a charity case, a personal favor, but one that would make him very, very happy. 

Being careful to leave out some details, I did say he's be paid handsomely off the books in trade, leaving him wondering what kind of bartering he'd be getting himself into. We'd been friends for years, so he trusted me. Still, a lot of work for who knows what is a lot to ask even the best of friends. 

"It's not illegal, is it? I mean, she didn't hit and run or anything?"

Laughing, I said no. She was fine with the law. She hadn't really damaged the light post, only my sister's coveted car.

"And the barter, isn't legal?"

Continuing the laugh, I said it was...in some states! I mentioned a cheerleader, sexy outfits and who knows what else to the guy to get his attention...and handiwork.

"Okay, you got my interest. I might regret this, but I'll be at the shop first thing tomorrow. It's Sunday, nobody will be around. Let me look over things... but I want more details."

At morning's light I was at the shop, leaving the back door ajar. Will arrived promptly, and looked over the vehicle. I had washed off the muck, so he had a good view of the damage. He felt here and there, rubbed a couple spots. Heck, he had the hands of a surgeon. 

"It's not as bad as you led me to believe," said my buddy. "It looks awful, but I think there is maybe 5-7 hours of work. We will only need a couple parts, I mean, it's not an easy fix but it's not a super hard one either. Mostly personal labor."

Telling him to remember that, but to not let on to my niece the simplicity of the repair, I explained that Jennifer would be offer to ask for his help within the hour and to let me do the talking.

We left it at that, and got right to work. Working his magic he had the side panel off in no time and I was working on it on a bench following his instructions to the "T". At about 8 there was a timid knock at the door, and soon Jennifer presented herself to us in shorts and a sexy tee top. 

"Hi guys, how's it look?" She was obviously concerned, as it looked awful. Parts were strung out here and there, the panel was off, and to the uninformed it was a disaster in front of her.

"It's worse than we thought," was all I could say, shaking my head. "Will thinks he can fix this up, but it will take time and money and a whole lot of hand labor. Yes, this was a doozy you got yourself into."

Will wheeled out from under the car. "What the hell did you do here, did you hit someone?....No, don't tell me, I don't want to know. If the police find out...."

That Will was quite the actor. I hadn't wanted him to say much, but what he did say was perfect for the situation. Jennifer turned several shades of blue. 

"This is the culprit, my 18-year-old niece Jennifer. She's over at college sometimes learning, but not very smart," was my introduction, shaking my head. "Not very smart."

Jennifer did as expected, she began to cry. The tears flowed as we spoke of how hard the job would be, how it was probably crazy to help her, and how t would cost a bundle to do right.

"But Jennifer will only be able chip in a little, right? I will have to front the bucks for this operation," was my lament. "But she has an idea of how to pay you for your services, Will, if you agree."

The man looked, first a me and then at my pretty niece, eyes questioning what was on the docket for discussion. 

"Well go on, Jennifer. Tell the man what you will do to get his help on this enormous project? Go ahead."

She appeared mortified. "I, uh, I can't...."

"You can't what, Jennifer. I thought we had an arrangement."

"I can't, you know, uh, say it."

Shaking my head, I merely said for her then to just do it. 

"Uncle Rob, don't you have to, uh, get something in your office....for 20 minutes or so?"

Taking the hint, I left the shop floor, but instead of walking to my office I slipped upstairs onto the cat walk above the working area, eyes glued to Will and my niece. From my spy spot I could see everything. How she came over and whispered something to Will, how he smiled, and how he held his hand out.

Will walked with her to the back seat of the car, slipping inside. Jennifer followed, and without a lot of words began paying for the repair. As Will leaned again the far door, Jennifer slowly unbuckled his jeans and slipped them down below his knees. His boxers followed, and soon Jennifer was slowly stroking his expanding cock. 

Clearly I was out of Jennifer's sight but not out of Will's mind. I think he expected me to be watching, and he didn't disappoint. He spied me in the rafters, then moved Jennifer around slightly to get he a bird's eye view. I think he was getting off being an exhibitionist!

While I had suspected Jennifer might balk at the assignment, it was clear she was practiced in the Art of Fellating. While she started with a slow and sensuous stroking of Will's dick while kissing his bare thighs, she soon progressed to licking the tip of my friend's cock.

No longer growing, his big bold cock was soon being lathed by the lips and tongue of my nasty niece. She worked the tip, and then licked down to the stem while Will wiggled in his seat. I couldn't hear the moans, but I felt them! He was enjoying, eyes closed, head back. 

Soon Jennifer rose from her cock-loving handiwork and lifted her head, saying something to my friend. He nodded, almost with a grimace, and looked down at his midsection. Jennifer followed the gaze, then dropped her head and opened her mouth. 

His cock entered, very slowly, before Jennifer began the work of a sensuous teenage blowjob. Well practiced, slowly up and down she went, her thumb and first finger ovaled around the base jerking up and her head slid down the shaft. Up and down they worked unison, her wet lips grasping the cock lightly while her fingers surrounded the base like a vice grip. 

It didn't take long, as soon Will was rocking up and down in the back seat like a teenager with the school slut. Really. I mean, my mind wandered and thought that's probably where Jennifer learned her skills. So she must have been right at home.

Soon Will let out an urgent groan and began pistoning up and down like a Hemi with the pedal down. ""Oh yes, suck it Jennifer! Oh yes, suck my dick!" That's all I heard, but I did hear a worldly groan followed by him stopping mid stroke as the girl continued rocking up and down his cock. 

Will was buried back against the seat when Jennifer arose from her actions, wiping her mouth on her tee before slipping out from the back seat. Will soon followed, and I heard the two exchanging pleasantries before I walked back to the floor. 

"Hi Uncle Rob, I think we have a deal," said my niece. "Don't we, Will?"

The man was quiet as a mouse. 

Jennifer thought a blowjob would seal the deal. Not hardly.

"Well, Jennifer, if will agrees, that will be a down payment to get the work started."

She appeared confused. "Down payment? You said...."

Looking at the car, the damage and then Will, I laid out the cost of repair.

'There's a lot of work here and a short time to do it in. It's going to mean working until midnight after a full day or work in the shop. One blowjob just won't cut it. No, that was a down payment. But the full cost is 20 blowjobs. Take it or leave it. But if you leave it you have to drive this hunk of crap out of here tonight and explain how you wrecked the car when you mom comes home."

Once again, the look on Jennifer's face was priceless. She started stammering, and then started bargaining the details.

"How about 5, uh, blowjobs?"

"How about 21?"

The girl's mind was whirling.

"Come on, Uncle Rob, how about 12?"

"The price is now 22, and if you keep negotiating you will be on your knees daily for the next month."

That stopped the negotiating in its tracks.

Jennifer lowered her head and quietly said okay.

"What Jennifer?"

"Okay, I will do it. Please fix the car as quickly as you can and I will pay my debt."

With that, the girl left in a huff, after which Will high fived me while thanking me for the job.

"Oh, I think Jennifer's the one with the job!" 



My Niece Jennifer Must Pay! Ch. 03



When my niece Jennifer came to me for help after her stupid display of hot ass driving in the parking lot, I have to admit I was wary and given that it involved my sister's prized automobile my instincts said no way. 

The car was special to her, and Jennifer's joy ride and interaction with a light standard terrible. But nobody was hurt and only the car suffered. Still, it was a real problem for my niece who already was in the daily doghouse with her mom. 

Jennifer was in a bind, and I was without conscience, and after looking at the damage to the car and the opportunity it presented I added one and one and got a sexy answer. It would require some hard work, weaving a story that would satisfy my sister's curiosity. It would also require hard work and help from an accomplice.

Given that I was the general manager of an auto dealership, I knew the perfect guy to help, but knowing there was really no cash to pay for his time there needed to be another way. Well, Jennifer got into the problem, Jennifer would have to get out of it. 

That concept led to a discussion with the girl that including scaring her, a very nice spanking, and later my friend Will receiving a down payment in the way of, well, a blowjob from my teenage niece while I watched from the cat walk above the shop.

Jennifer, only 18, apparently was well practiced in the Art of Fellating, and Will lost any reluctance to do the job after my niece played his skin flute at the shop. Her experience --- she admitted to having fellated "about 11" boyfriends over the years made it easy for me to negotiate the price of the repair from strength.

Later, we agreed to a price: Jennifer would give the guy 21 blowjobs. With credit for the one given, by friend was going to be saturated with oral sex for the next month or two in payment for his hard work in getting my sister's car back into tip-top shape. 

After Jennifer left the shop Will and I got right to work on the car. While attempting to work magic I came up with the story to tell my sister. 

It went something like this. Jennifer noticed there was a knock of some kind in the engine, and asked me what it could be. I took it to the shop and had one of our expert mechanics look it over, and he found the problem. But a couple parts were needed, and we ordered them. They'd arrive in a couple days. In addition, there was a recall item that needed fixing, so that would be done as well. The car would be in her possession within a week and a loaner was in the driveway.

I explained the additional hours at work to my wife as merely preparing for an upcoming on-site visit by division management, and also told her about my sister's car being in the shop. She was amazed Jennifer had forethought to find out what was wrong, but nothing struck her as being odd or funny.

That Sunday was a lot of work on the car, but Will worked wonders. He thought all would be completed by mid-week, and admitted he expected Jennifer would skip out on some of her payments. "Once she has the car back, she can bolt from our arrangement," said my friend.

"I don't think so," was my simple reply. "All I have to do is edit this cell phone footage of her blowing some guy in the back of the car. She wants to bolt on the deal, and I will show her the film. I don't think my sister would appreciate her daughter sucking off some faceless big dick guy in the back of the car!"

Will smiled, his mind jumping ahead to future matches of his cock being worked on my my teenage cheerleader niece, the one with the great smile, long hair and ability to work magic on a dick.

We left the shop that night in a great mood -- Will's much better than mine as he's the one who got the blowjob --- but it set the tone that night. 

The next afternoon Jennifer called to ask if she had to come over to the dealership after classes. I assured her she didn't but that if she did I'd give her a ride home.

She arrived just after 5, dressed adorably in a short skirt and tee top. Damn, she looked good. We sat in my office, talking, when my secretary stuck in and asked if there was anything left for her to do. Dismissing her for the day, I realized most in the back office part of the building were gone, and I had a great idea.

Calling down to the shop I caught Will before he was leaving for the day, inviting him up to my office. He arrived minutes later, surprised to see my niece Jennifer sitting alongside by desk. 

"Hi Jennifer, what a surprise," said by buddy. "The car is coming along. Did a lot of work yesterday, and just a little today. Tonight I will be back after my wife and I go to a parent-teacher conference to do a little more work."

Jennifer thanked the guy, whose pants were tenting at the girl. Seriously. I was betting he remembered the day before. 

"Say, why don't you two make yourself comfortably as I make some, er, copies. I will lock the door when I leave."

The smile on Will's face was priceless, and Jennifer had a knowing grin. What the two didn't know is that after they were locking my office door I slipped around through a side cloakroom to a door to a bathroom. That bathroom was my bathroom as well, as it adjoined my office. Slipping inside, I peered around the door and saw some of the action about to unfold.

Will and Jennifer were talking, and soon my niece was stroking his pants, playing with his already hard man meat. She carefully unzipped his trousers, reached in, and slipped the cock out of his boxers. Fully unveiled, she slowly stroked it while nibbling on his neck.

It wasn't long before Will gently pushed the girl down to her haunches. There, even with his cock, the girl began licking my friend's cock. Back and forth, up and down, Jennifer laved the missile. 

Will began groaning and coaxing her on.

"Oh yes, Jennifer, suck it, suck my cock," said the horny guy. "Oh yes, that's it. Do it."

Jennifer worked on his dick, now into the sucking. She was moving to and fro, sucking his cock in a practiced way. Clearly the girl knew her way around a cock. My dick jumped at the sight, but I still remembered to point and click on the video on my cell phone just in case it was needed in the future. 

After a bit they moved over to the couch. In this regard Will was able to play with Jennifer's ass while getting his shank worked on. He eased up her skirt, slipping his hand inside her panties and playing with her ass. It was a delight to watch the girl work while he worked her ass around.

It was amazing the way Jennifer worked the dick. She would alternate slow sucks with vicious bobbing that caused Will to hold her head as he lost control. 

"Oh yes, Jennifer, pay for that car, pay for the damage, pay with your mouth," said my buddy. "Go baby go."

Jennifer complied willingly. She handled the dick with knowing effort, licking and sucking my buddy's dick bringing forth grunts and sweet nothings as she worked him. Highlighting the action was her stopping, dick in mouth, and looking up at the guy while batting her eyelashed. 

I believe she said something like, "I love this dick!" but it came out more like "Eye ruv dish drick" or something.

My niece looked adorable in her outfit working the throbbing cock, bringing mine to full attention as well. 

It wasn't long before his head pushed back and the cum fired out from deep inside and out his cock and into her sucking mouth, and along the way Jennifer didn't miss a beat. Her cheeks bulged out as his load made its way to its objective, and she didn't let up even after he was totally spent. 

Watching as she moved her head back, I was all smiles as my niece made a production of swallowing his sticky sauce.

Slipping back outside, I waited outside the door for them to become presentable. It was only a couple minutes, but I had to stroke myself as my dick was twitching. Soon the door opened and Will exited with a big smile on his face. 

"Sorry, I've gotta run, gotta pick up my wife and get to the kid's school," he said, striding gingerly toward the door. "Thanks for the job, boss."

Jennifer, no worse for wear, was again sitting on the chair next to my desk. Her face was flushed, and I smile as I sat across from her. "How was that, young lady, did you enjoy?"

My niece was obviously embarrassed. "You guys better get the car in perfect shape," said my niece. "I'm acting like a prostitute."

We spoke about the activities, and she admitted she'd been blowing guys for several years. It wasn't until the more recently that she'd had sex, but she still enjoyed sucking off dates. So while it was embarrassing to do Will, she knew it would keep her from the wrath of my sister. 

She arose, ready for her ride home, when I dropped the bombshell.

"Uh, Jennifer, are you forgetting something?"

She looked quizzically at me. "What?"

I pointed at my crotch. I'd unzipped my pants after sitting. My cock was at full erection in my briefs.

"What are you doing, you are my uncle."

I pointed again, and reminder my niece that without some work on my part her ass was grass and my sister would be a lawnmower. Oh, and that I had a film of her whorish actions with my buddy. 

"But I can't, you are family."

"Listen, Jennifer, I want you do take care of this."

The moment of truth was really only a millisecond. Jennifer's mind whirled, understood the predicament she was in, and the entire situation. A grimace hit her face, but she knew the outcome of this rendezvous story.

"Damn it, you guys are all the same. All you want is your cock sucked."

With that she rose, thought for a second, then came around to my side of the desk. I swear she had a wicked smile on her face. She got down on her hauches and stroked my dick.

"On your knees, Jennifer, on your cocksucking knees."

Damn, I felt like a king. And if I was getting a blowjob, I wanted her on her knees. She apparently liked it better on her haunches, but tough donuts. I wanted her all the way down and doing the job the way I wanted.

She looked up at me. "Do I have to?"

"Yes, sweetie, you do," was my only reply, and soon she was working her hand inside my underwear and pulling out my bulging cock. She knelt there, fondling my cock, looking up at me. A smile soon crossed her lips.

My niece was going to do it. The girl I held close as a youngster, that I watched playing soccer, who babysat my kids was going to do it.

Seriously, I couldn't believe she was going to do do the nasty deed. She slowly stroked my dick in a well practiced way. It was awesome. Soon she was sucking, holding my cock in her cheek while stopping the action and looking up at me.

"Do you like that, when I hold it there," said the girl a couple seconds later. "Some guys don't, they only want me to suck. But I like to vary things."

Damn, she was an angel. A cock-sucking angel. I told her that I loved it when she held my cock in her cheek and looked at me, but I really like it when she rubbed my cock along her face.

"Does my aunt do that? Does she work your cock?"

Shaking my head no, I replied that she hardly ever blew me anymore. Only on birthdays, anniversaries and sometimes I'd take advantage of her when she was drop dead drunk. 

"That's a shame," expressed Jennifer. "You have such a great cock."

With that my niece Jennifer got down to the task at hand. She began sucking in earnest, and while I'd like to say I made her pay the toll with minutes of work, the fact is that it didn't take more than a couple minutes before I was ready to finish the endeavor. 

She bobbed her head up and down, totally immersed in the act, and despite my moaning and groaning she didn't let up. Her hand was as the base of my cock, jerking, while her mouth was working magic on the top end of my bulging dick. 

I couldn't help but marvel how she not only sucked but had the ability to move her tongue around in her mouth, laving my dick and sending all kinds of sensuous sensations to my brain. She looked adorable with my cock in her mouth, like nothing I'd seen before.

Without an iota of shame I watched my niece Jennifer sucking on my cock, and that view sent me over the edge as my dick began spewing its baby batter into her welcoming wet mouth.

She worked the dick until it began to wither.

"That was awesome, Uncle Rob, that was great," said the girl, inserting my cock back into her mouth to suck off any leftover residue of my load. She smiled at me, and made a production of swallowing the excess before tucking my dick back into my pants.

"Now don't you forget to wash up before your wife gets a shot at that," she said with a smile. 

"I think that's not happening, I am done for the week," was my weak reply. I could barely move.

Jennifer looked at me, shyly, and asked: "You aren't going to show anyone the pictures or video you shot?"

I smiled. She knew I wouldn't be posting it on the internet, but the possibility was there. 

Smiling, I said it was for my personal collection, and asked how she knew. "Oh, you don't remember, you're so cute. Don't you remember when I was a little girl and mom brought me in to see you? You let me use your bathroom and I wandered out the other door. I had a feeling you were filming Will and I today, I heard something behind me."

Not sure what to say, I stammered some nonsensical answer.

"Look, Uncle Rob, I won't tell if you won't tell, and I surely want to keep this entire escapade quiet. I screwed up[, I know what I got myself into, and this will be our secret."

She looked at me with a shy smile.

"Plus, you guys are a lot more fun than some of the guys I date."

Oh my, I think that deep down my niece Jennifer actually enjoys paying her debts in a non-traditional manner.



My Niece Jennifer Must Pay! Ch. 04



Thanks to Jennifer and readers for the spark to add a chapter to this series. 

*

My precocious niece Jennifer was a wildcat girl of 19 who was in college partially to learn and partially to party. She was smart in some ways and brilliant in others.

When she wrecked her mother's pride and joy car while joyriding in a school parking lot with friends, she knew her goose was cooked. She didn't have money for repair and surely couldn't call the insurance company ---- her mom, by sister, would know what happened an that would cause her all kinds of repercussions at home. 

So in the end she turned to me for help. Being the nice guy I am --- okay I am a guy who saw this as a great opportunity to humiliate and then get satisfaction that uncles shouldn't even dream of ---- I brokered a deal. It was a simple deal, Will, the expert auto body guy at the dealership I ran, would work with me to make the car perfect.

I'd concoct a story that made the repair plausible for my sister, a problem with the car and a recall by the manufacturer. Will and I would do extensive work, and Will, well, would get his shank sucked by the pretty college cheerleader. Oh, along the way, I'd get to spank some sense into that pretty ass.

Somehow things got derailed for her as my desire to humiliate and my own need for gratification took over. One night after paying off her debt with Will, well, she was coerced into blowing me as well. 

The thing is, I wasn't even one bit sorry for the setup. She deserved it. For years she's taken advantage of everything, from her mother to the rest of the family. She ended up first with a sore bottom from a well-deserved spanking at my hands, and later agreed to a deal that gave Will 21 blowjobs for his work.

Jennifer begged off, said she wasn't a whore, and in my mind she wasn't. 

She was offering bartered services for bartered services. Yes, it involved her spending time on her knees, but it wasn't like she'd never given a blowjob before. In fact, she was quite good at it. If you skipped the last chapter of this sage, you'd know she'd blown my cork after blowing Will one night at the dealership. 

Wow, that's all I could say. 

In the weeks that followed Will got more of his owed bjs. My sister got her car back, none the wiser, and Will admitted to me he'd probably never collect the remaining barter from my niece. We were wrong, though, because at least once a week she'd show up after work, unannounced, and would knock his socks off. 

For me, there wasn't a repeat of that wonderful night when Jennifer worked my dick and let me orgasm in her wet and willing mouth.

But we did talk a lot, generally after Will left the building with a smile on her face. I had made my point of humiliating the lovely lady, and wasn't going to press thing. Deep down I knew it was wrong for me to have her suck me off, so maybe the overwhelming guilt just was a turn off. 

It has been said what goes around, comes around. I don't know about that, but there is some truth to the adage I suspect. 

One night in my office with a smug look she advanced from small talk to, well, talk that nearly knocked my socks off. It was a sidewinder out of nowhere. Totally unexpected she started to emphatically lay down the cards. The cards that looked like a sure fire winning hand. 

"Uncle Rob, you know this was all wrong, don't you?" cooed the girl. "I was thinking of telling my mother about what you made me do. Really, I don't think she'd be happy that her brother was a whoremonger.

"I really think you would be in hot water if I told how you forced me to suck the cock of a guy, and then made me suck your cock as well. That's incest. That's wrong."

Jennifer knocked the smile off her face. "Oh, and maybe your boss, Mr. Hoffman, might like to know about how his General Manager did things off the books, used workers for his own and coerced girls to do naughty, illegal things in his building. How about that."

Staring at the girl, I wasn't sure what to say. Silence was indeed golden. What was going on here?

"You know, I was discussing this with my law professor. He's a lawyer, a real freak. He likes looking up my skirt, so he's happy to discuss legal matters. I told him I had a friend who was forced to put out for an older guy, sucking his dick. Yes, I said it that way. I think he was going to explode in his pants. 

"I even told him the bastard took videos of my friend sucking, that he threated to post them, to humiliate her. That the guy used her in so many ways, even bringing others into the escapade. In the end he said, video or not, I could probably get the bastard for rape. 

"He said even if it didn't stick, the guy would be ruined, ostersized from his family and probably fired from his job. What do you think about that?"

I was tongue-tied. 

A series of terrible scenes flashed through my brain. It didn't help that Jennifer had a stern look on her face, that she kept babbling on about her friend and how he was going to lose everything. 

The think is, I believed the conniving bitch would do something like that. Shit.

"So, Uncle Rob, do you get the picture? I have your balls in my hand and I can squish them."

Nodding, I said something about that not being necessary.

"Oh yes, but it is," said the girl, leering at me. "You are fucked. I can't wait to tell Aunt Theresa. I bet she will have your ass out of the house that same night. She hardly blows you now, but she will screw you in divorce court.

"And my mom, well, there is no doubt about it. Your ass is grass."

I played the video card, but it didn't faze her. I said Will would back my story.

"Once he finds out what I will say, and what his wife will hear, well, I think he will see my way of things. You will be a renegade who ordered him to do nasty things for your own personal edification. You will be brought down like a house of cards. His marriage might survive, but I know for sure yours won't."

We stared at each other for a while before Jennifer broke the spell. No longer the pretty young thing, my lovely niece. Now she was a tigress circling a wounded prey. Jennifer had a side of her personality I'd never seen, and it wasn't a pretty picture. 

"It's time for your payback, Uncle Rob. Get down on your knees. Right there. Now!"

What could I do? I didn't have a choice. I dropped down. She pointed for me to walk toward her, on hands and knees. My head hung low, I wasn't sure what was next, but I really didn't have a choice. My goose was cooked, well done.

"Lick my slit," was her command.

There was little hesitation as I leaned over and began kissing her thighs, working my way up her legs. Looking up, I saw the leer remained.

"Do it," she calmly said. "Do it, pussy boy."

She was wearing those polka dot pink panties, the same or similar to the ones she had on when I spanked her ass, and I licked the crotch of the flimsy nothings. She was already soaking wet, probably from getting off on sucking Will earlier but more likely spurred on from my actions. I was putty in her hands. 

"How's that, you old bastard. You are nothing but a niece-raping piece of donkey shit? Lick the sticky panties."

I ate her through the cotton panties, bringing little oohs and ahs from her above. Slipping my hands around, I slit the nasty nothings off her butt and down her legs, leaving them draped at her angles. My only thought was to comply with her wishes and biding my time to get out of this mess.

I couldn't help thinking that the view up her skirt was fantastic. She'd trimmed down there into a little triangle just above her snatch. I swear it was almost as if it was pointed right at her pussy. 

Moving forward, I dove into the nest, working my way all over my niece's slit. She was soaking, and I couldn't help thinking that I could drown from the secretions. 

Okay, maybe that was an overstatement, but she was dripping wet. I licked and prodded her pussy with my finger before feeling her hand starting to guide my head.

"Oh, that feels good, Uncle Rob you pussy licker, that feels marvelous," spat my niece. "How's your wife like that when you do it? You better remember because when I am done spouting my story you won't ever go down on her again....she'll be fucking you up the ass."

The girl leaned back and laughed at her statement. She spurred me on with more nasty talk, and I just licked away.

I've never thought of myself as good in the pussy-licking department. My wife hated me going down on her, so mostly I used my fingers on her. But Jennifer was a tigress. She bucked at me while pushing my head down. 

I think she orgasmed, I couldn't really tell for sure. But the wetness increased and she held the pose a couple times, breathing heavily. Then she surprised me again.

"Lie down on your back." She wasn't asking. She was telling. I thought I was going to get laid but I was wrong. 

On my back, Jennifer turned away from me and lowered her butt down on my face.

"Lick me, lick my ass Uncle Rob."

No, never had I done such a nasty thing. Never.

"Do it now, or you will regret the consequences."

What could I do? I licked her stinky ass. Up and down the crack, and, after an order from above, her asshole. I licked and licked, kissed and caressed that meaty ass. Talk about humiliation, I was red-faced for sure. I worked that ass for several minutes before she scooted forward and bent a little.

"Oh, you have unexpected talents!" said my formerly loving niece. "You are an ass licker now, so that talent might come in use for you down the adult bookstores. You can make a living licking hairy asses."

Humiliation ran through my brain. Still, I had a job to do, as Jennifer kept saying. "Work my ass, work my pussy. Pay for your behavior you bastard."

She scooted forward a bit. Now her pussy was right there in front of me and I started working on it with fervor. Licking again, kissing, I was her drone. 

"Lick my pussy just like you licked my rancid ass," ordered the girl. "Do it or else."

I wasn't sure why she was ordering me, because at this point I knew I didn't have a choice and was working her as best I could. I licked her with as much action as I could, and I could hear from her groans above that I was hitting the mark. 

She pushed back, nearly suffocating me as her ass covered my nose and my mouth was full of pussy. She bucked back and I attempted to breath where I could, but the onslaught continued. 

My young 19-year-old niece Jennifer was fucking my mouth.

"Uncle Rob, suck it you bastard, suck it," she cried as I gasp for air when I could. 

I did, and more. I held her ass to protect my face a little, but still took the brunt of her fucking. 

"You like that? You like that? You fucked my face and now I'm fucking yours you bastard."

With that the girl spurted and yelled and bucked and then slumped down on me. Spent, she laid upon me as my mind whirled in shock yet also excitement. 

Soon she arose, pulled up her panties, and smoothed down her skit. She smugly told me I was a good ass licker and pussy licker. "You aren't half bad, but you are going to need some practice if your mouth is going to be your money maker."

Our eyes locked together as each of our minds whirled. 

She sternly looked at me. "Don't worry, I don't think I will turn you in. And don't even think we are even. You humiliated me, but you did help me out of a jam. 

"Here's the deal. I owe your friend Will 9 blowjobs from our deal. Nice good, mouth watering, toe curling blowjobs. I will make good on that deal. Got it? But you will go down on me nine times in return. Why should I give when I could receive as well? "Maybe I will find a real whore and have you go down on her. That might be a better punishment. You can take her germs home to your wife. Or maybe I will have you suck off a friend of mine, maybe a girl, maybe a guy. But it will keep me quiet."

I begged her to call it even. "Jennifer, come on. That's not necessary. How about we call it even and move on from here. I'm sorry I took advantage of you, but you were, well, asking for it. And we did get the car fixed and that costs us a whole lot of time an money."

The girl didn't waiver, she didn't even think about her answer. "Uncle Rob, you taught me well. The deal is now 10 times for your mouth to work on me. Want to keep negotiating?"

For once, I kept my mouth shut. 

By the way, it my mouth actually hurt at that moment. But if our new deal allowed me to keep my job, my wife and family it was a good one no matter what the humiliation.



My Niece Jennifer Must Pay! Ch. 05



Thank you to Jennifer for the inspiration, and Jessica for editing my work. Thanks to you for reading.



After the fateful night that my niece Jennifer turned the tables on me, reversing from me controlling things to her taking over the reins, I couldn't help thinking how ironic the whole situation was.

Yes, I'd taken advantage of her, but it was really to save her ass from my sister's wrath after Jennifer foolishly wrecked my sister's car. I formulated a plan to have Will, an expert auto body repairman at the dealership where I was the general manager, repair the car.

The two of us worked several nights, off the books, off hours, to get it back into perfect shape. I concocted a story about a recall, got and paid for a loaner for my sister, and the thing is, we pulled it off. My sister was none the wiser. And even though Will and I didn't get paid in cash, we got paid.

I got to spank the pretty ass of my niece, and Will got a ticket worth a bunch of blowjobs from my lovely 19-year-old niece. Oh, I probably failed to mention, I got a blow job also, to seal the deal so to speak. We had pictures and video of Jennifer acting the whore as backup, just in case.

What we didn't realize was that Jennifer was a conniving bitch. Oh, she kept her end of the bargain with Will, blowing my friend on demand. But she also decided to blab about the situation with a law professor who got her mind turned around....on me. She blackmailed me into sucking her off in my office under the threat of going to the police, my wife or my boss Mr. Hoffman. 

She even said she might have me service some of her friends, and intimated maybe even a guy. Damn.

While the videos would show one thing, the poor little girl blabbing her story to my wife (guilty even if I was innocent) and cops was too much for me to handle under pressure. I went down munching on her womanhood one night in my office. Oh, it was actually exciting, but I worried if she'd work that pussy licking into more evidence in a divorce case or worse.

Still, what option did I have? She held the wild card of a threat; it was her word against mine. My wife would side with the young girl. Heck, my wife would get pissed off if I looked at a woman's ass on the escalator in the mall.

Work took over my life the next couple days as we approached the end of the month. We had to do deals and more deals. My boss from the regional office, Mr. Hoffman, came by to congratulate me on the strong sales performance for the month. He was like a father figure to me, but also a friend. I think he could read me better than I let on.

After thanking him, though, he asked what was bothering me. I waved off his concern, just talked about how difficult the last month was. I surely couldn't tell him about Jennifer!

He left a little later, but soon another surprise occurred. Jennifer arrived.

"Will isn't working tonight, but I thought I'd come up anyway Uncle Rob," cooed the girl, working innuendo into her voice tone. "I was talking to my mom about her car, she really likes the way it is riding. You saved my ass there!"

Nodding, I just said I aimed to please. 

We spoke about nothing for a bit, small talk. I actually enjoyed the view. She had a tight tee top on, a short pleated skirt and knee high socks with pink side stripes. Damn, my niece looked hot. She probably turned heads from her car to my office, but given the time nobody was around.

"You know you are a bastard, Uncle Rob. I mean, the deal with Will, well, I understand. Boys are boys as mom says, you guys are always thinking about tail. And I probably deserved it, I mean, barter was the only way I'd get out of the jam. But the stuff with you, why, you spanked me like a child. That was awful. And you made me blow you....that's just wrong."

I stared at the floor.

"So that's why you need to be used, that's why I am blackmailing you. You deserve to be blackmailed. You deserve to be forced to do the nasty things I tell you to do. You either follow my rules or your wife will know things she should not know. Your boss will know things. Who knows who else?"

"But..."

"No butts except mine, Uncle Rob. Get onto your knees and get to work."

She was enjoying this. She held the cards. I had to obey.

I took a fall and started kissing between her knees and up her thighs. Humiliated, I knew it wouldn't work to argue, so I got to the task at hand. I rubbed her legs, kissed her thighs, and started to get into it.

There are worse things in the world than being between the legs of a 19-year-old beauty who needed servicing. I would be her gigolo if need be. 

I heard the door opening. "What the hell is going on here," came the booming voice on my boss. 

Looking up I stumbled to my feet as he put his finger to his lips before Jennifer saw.

"Well, young lady, you are blackmailing my general manager?"

Jennifer emphatically said no. He had the wrong idea. I had thrown myself on her. 

Mr. Hoffman smiled. He looked at her, then me, then calmly hit the play button on his voice recorder on the cell phone. 

Jennifer's words were perfectly clear: "So that's why you need to be used, that's why I am blackmailing you. You deserve to be blackmailed. You deserve to be forced to do thing. You either follow my rules or your wife will know things she should not know. Your boss will know things. Who knows who else." 

"You are blackmailing Rob here, I can hear that. I think your mother will love this clip. Damn. It doesn't include anyone's name, and I was here with Rob all night. In fact I have security cameras that show only you and Will here. I watched you and him together, everyone will love that."

Jennifer began crying, "But..." 

"But nothing, I knew the moment I walked by you on the steps you were up to something, young lady. I have tapes, I have a recording of your words, and I have been here a lot of the last month with Rob here, and he's done nothing untoward.

"You apparently had work done after you crashed the car, there's a ledger entry on the books showing you paid $500 and have been paying each week since. The only thing Rob did wrong was not charging you proper interest, but seeing you are his niece I guess that makes you a preferred customer.

"So, missy, how are we going to play this out? Are you going to make some sort of accusation against Rob here? Against the dealership? I mean, you can, but all the evidence points otherwise."

Jennifer mumbled something, her mind jumbled. 

"Look here, your car is back in your mom's hands in tip-top shape. You had an agreement to pay for it, an it seems you are ahead on the payment plan according to the books I looked at. I have a video of you trying to blackmail your uncle, your own flesh and blood. And I have security video of you performing fellatio on one of the workers here. Damn, girl, have you no shame?"

The look on Jennifer's face was priceless. 

Mr. Hoffman sternly looked at the girl. He told her to keep her mouth shut. To not tell anyone about any of this little scheme of hers, and he would keep thing quite on his end. 

Jennifer rose, as if to leave.

"Aren't you forgetting something, young lady? Rob, why don't you go downstairs and bring up the folder in the accounting office on this transaction. Oh, and get a tube of the XO-40. Make sure you get the right one. Take about 10 minutes."

"Understood, sir," was all I said, but before exiting I saw him guiding Jennifer to her knees while he unzipped his pants. 

Making a beeline to around to the common door to the bathroom, I sleuthed inside and peeked around the corner. Mr. Hoffman's cock was firmly encased in my niece Jennifer's mouth. She was dutifully sucking his sick, bobbing her head back and forth in syncopated rhythm. 

I didn't know how he had assessed the situation, but I was happy he did. He didn't seem to be upset with me, and he had my niece Jennifer where she belonged. I wanted to watch the action, but thought better of it. He was clearly BS-ing on the accounting papers, but if he wanted the XO-40, a slimy gel used in engines, I'd get it.

Walking fast downstairs I grabbed a small tube of the slimy stuff and took my place outside the office door. I could faintly here the action inside, Jennifer was still sucking off my boss. He'd say naughty things to her from time to time, bringing a smile to my face. Good for him.

Soon I heard his voice. "Rob, are you back yet? I need that XO-40."

Knocking at the door, he told me to enter. I did, but the scene was pretty much the same. Jennifer was still sucking his cock, but she was kneeling on a chair and she was standing in front of her.

"I have trouble cumming, it's not her, it's me," said my boss, pulling out his cock and having the girl rub it against her face. The man smiled at me and pointed at Jennifer's rear end. He motioned me to slip up her skirt and I assumed he wanted her panties down. 

Giving me thumbs up, he then motioned for me to finger the girl, but when I started playing with her wet pussy he shook his head. He wanted me to finger her ass. Thus the XO-40. 

Soon I poked my finger at her ass, into it, and inserted up to the knuckle bringing out a scream from the girl.

"Calm down, young lady. Just relax back there. Rob knows what he's doing," said my boss, putting his cock back into her mouth. "You had him lick back there in your naughty place, now he's fingering it. How's it feel?"

"It hurts, please stop. Ouch," was all she said before putting his cock back in her mouth.

"You ever been to a pig roast, young lady?" he questioned.

He held her head tight, so she could only shake her head no.

"Wow, then tonight's your night," he said as the girl groaned on his dick. I got the idea, and lowered my pants This time I applied ample grease to my cock, jerking it while looking at Jennifer's wonderful ass. 

I couldn't help myself. I spanked it several times, reminding her who was the adult. "You've been bad, Jennifer, very bad. Now for your punishment."

She was tense, but loosened up a little when I put my finger in her ass. Moving behind, she had to know what was going to happen next. I slid my sticky cock up and down her crack.

"It will feel a whole lot better if you relax," said my boss, who continued to rock his cock in and out of her mouth. 

Looking down, I had to admire the view. Jennifer was kneeling with her ass back, skirt up and panties down to her spread knees. It was a beautiful view. 

Soon I was pushing against her sphincter. It closed, fighting my pushing, but little by little my greased up cock made its way in until there was a little pop. Success!

Pushing in and out of her ass, a little more each time, I loved the sensation of the tight ass. It was awesome, tighter than anything I'd ever been in. Oh it was hot. I had to fight off the urge to cum right away, slowing to ensure I didn't. 

I'm not a seasoned veteran at the back door action. My wife and I had one ill-fated attempt at ass-fucking, but never again. And now my dick was pummeling my niece Jennifer's 19-year-old behind. I struggled to ensure I didn't fire too soon, as who knows if this opportunity would present itself again.

Focusing on the action, I rutted the girl while holding her ass tightly to guide my thrusts. 

The girl was groaning on Mr. Hoffman's cock. While the initial onslaught in her ass was painful, she was now rocking back at me so I assumed she at least didn't hate having her ass fucked. 

Mr. Hoffman started rubbing her face with his dick again, and my niece Jennifer could how talk I heard to pleas.

"Oh, that hurts. You're fucking my ass. Oh, my, that's....oh, stop, No, keep going."

Jumbled words, but I think she said something about pounding her ass hard. So I did. The feelings surrounding my dick were unbelievable. In and out I went, pummeling her tiny tight formerly virgin hole. I rutted her hard and soon my cock erupted all of its sticky sauce up her beautiful butt. 

It didn't end immediately, though, as although I came I still rutted her as my dick stayed pretty hard. Coming down from the high I noticed Mr. Hoffman smiling at me.

"Enjoy that?"

"Oh yes, that was awesome," was all I could say. 

My boss rubbed his cock on Jennifer's face and then moved back toward me, reaching over for the XO-40 as I slipped out of my niece's ass. Soon he was behind the girl, sliding his dick up and down her crack before easily pushing into the well-fucked ass.

Wiping my dick off on my shirt, I couldn't help myself. I moved in front of my niece and resumed the pig roast position of my cock in her mouth while Mr. Hoffman pounded her 19-year-old formerly virgin ass.

Realizing he'd planned this all along once he realized the situation, I knew he wanted her ass. He was nice enough to give me first dibs, but once he had her back door it was harshly taken. 

He banged her ass with little regard for her enjoyment, losing control while fucking her ass. I just watched as he banged her, enjoying the mouth action she gave my spent cock. 

When he came, he did so with a loud roar. 

Damn, this was the hottest ever. 

Later that night, with Jennifer in the bathroom cleaning up, Mr. Hoffman showed me the video of Jennifer saying that absolutely nothing had happened at the dealership, that neither my boss, Will or I had done anything untoward with the girl. He must have recorded it when I was out of the room. 

When Jennifer came back into the office she looked young, sweet and adorable. She even smiled at us, saying she was sorry but that it would never happen again. 

She was speaking about the blackmail she'd attempted and that she was sorry. I am thinking the aftermath might just happen again. This time Mr. Hoffman had the cards and they were all wild. 



My Niece Jennifer Must Pay! Ch. 06



Thanks to Robyn for the suggestion on the topic of this story. She's a wonderful friend. And of course to my niece Jennifer for the motivation to write. 

*

My niece Jennifer was only 19, cute as a button, but over the last three months she'd learn that asking her uncle for help out of a jam was just something family does. What she also learned, though, was that blackmailing that uncle was a bad idea.

Mr. Hoffman, my boss, told me such the day after we'd both taught my niece a lesson in my office. A nasty, naughty lesson. She thought she had a hold over me, but turns out that hold was short lived and would not be the rule going forward.

"She had you over the barrel there, boy, didn't she?" asked the gruff man. 

Nodding, I thanked him for his help.

"No need to thank me, we each got a nice piece of your niece's ass. She's such a hottie and once she saw the cards on the table she knew she had to play along. So, where do we take this? She's a nice filly, I think she's a good girl, but I didn't want you doing something you shouldn't or being put in the position you were," said the man. "We can let this go, or...."

"Excuse me, sir, but let her go or what?"

My boss looked at me and smiled. "I did you a good one here, turning this mess around. It would be nice if you could agree to help me do the same."

Totally lost, I mentioned I had no idea what he was speaking about. Turn what around.

Mr. Hoffman was sitting in my padded chair in my office, contemplating things.

Finally he spoke. "You know, we all have problems. Your niece had a problem, you and Will solved it. Then you had a problem, and, well, I solved it. Now here's the thing, I have a problem and you can help me solve it."

For a second I thought I'd have to do something really, really wrong. But it was nothing like that. 

"Have you ever met Oscar?" asked my boss. There was only one Oscar, the patriarch of our dealership. Actually, he owned 12 dealerships in the tri-state area. Mr. Hoffman worked for him, I worked for Mr. Hoffman. 

Shaking my head yes, I mentioned that several times Oscar Brewerton had visited my office to speak about the dealership, but he hasn't been by in a couple years.

"He's been a little off, he's 75 you know, and while he's in pretty good shape he's getting up there. He's been a little cranky lately, bitching about overall results. I want to keep on his good side, because when he retires....."

Ah, Mr. H wants to take over the kingdom!

"He loves his boat and he loves pinching women's ass. It's amazing we haven't had a harassment suit, but he's so nice, so generous, well, he's everyone's kind and generous, means no harm, uncle."

We each contemplated things, quietly, before Mr. Hoffman spoke. "How much would it help my chances at the big job if Oscar was taken care of in a very special way?"

"Boss, I get your drift. An asset like Jennifer would really help your cause, wouldn't it,"

We decided to take advantage of the opportunity, with my 19-year-old niece Jennifer as the bait. We weren't sure how, we weren't sure it would work, but even if it didn't Jennifer would receive a bit more deserved humiliation and there was nothing wrong with that. 

For her part, Jennifer was the perfect young lady when I'd visit my sister's house. Sis would complain that the girl was still a wild one, and only if she knew the truth. But that would send me spiraling into my own hell, so it was a perfect secret between the young girl and myself.

"I guess she's at the age of wildness," said my sister one night after Jennifer left on a date. "I know she's having sex, I found a condom in her room, so at least she's being careful. But I really do hate a couple of the boys she's dating. But you know I can't say anything, she'd date them more or more often."

"She's a good girl, sis, you raised her well. She will be fine."

If only the truth was told. Her cute daughter was a conniving, dick sucking, ass fucked, near whore of a girl. But hey, that's all right by me!

The following week Mr. Hoffman stopped by the dealership and gave the outline of a plausible story. Oscar loved his boat and he loved pinching a girls' ass. He loved being the boss. Why not set up a scenario where he got what he wanted in spades.

"I said I wanted to take you on a spin on his boat on the lake as a reward for great work," said Mr. Hoffman, smiling. "Show you some love. It helped when I mentioned your niece would be invited, and she's a looker. His eyes smiled at that. He asked if she'd be in a bikini and I said she was caught once sunbathing nude. That sealed the deal."

Saturday couldn't come fast enough. It was a perfect morning when Jennifer and I arrived. She had on a pink bikini, but it wasn't completely obvious as she wore a bright blue cover-up skirt and top that left little to the imagination. Cute as a button, I told her today would be worth triple points against her bill.

At first, she was taken aback but that deal. "I'm not going to be gang-banged" emphatically said the girl.

Reminding her of her situation, I told her she didn't have to do anything she didn't want to, but we did want to treat our boss like sultan, that we wanted him happy. She nodded, "I've got the picture. The old guy needs a blow job, he needs what all guys need, their cock sucked."

I couldn't help smiling. The girl knew what was going on. And she didn't back away or complain about it, a good sign. 

Once on the boat we were immediately comfortable. Oscar was charming, and he told us to make ourselves home. He was drawn to my pretty niece, letting her steer the boat once away from dock. Of course his hand was on her back, steadying her, and he brushed her hair several times as well.

It was lust at first sight for the old man. Soon we were out in the middle of the lake, far from prying eyes, and Oscar said we'd be at the back of the boat and that we were to give Jennifer privacy to sunbathe while we were "playing cards" in the back.

Jennifer went to the front, and I stayed in the rear with Mr. Hoffman while Oscar went below. What we didn't know was there was a perfect view of the front of the boat where Jennifer was sunbathing in the nude. After a bit Oscar came back with a big smile on her face. "She's beautiful. Nice full tits and damn, she trims around her pussy. Last one of those I saw had a bushy look, but your niece has trimmed a lot of the hair down there. Damn."

The three of us laughed at his discovery. We spoke for a while before Oscar asked if Jennifer was a little wild. "I think she likes me. When she was driving her hand accidentally brushed my leg, and she didn't pull away right away. I think she realized where it was and pulled away, like it was a hot range, and apologized. I told her it was perfectly fine and she just smiled. She's a hotty."

I mentioned that her mother had said she was worried that Jennifer liked playing with fire, and that once she was caught making out with the father of one of her friends. I made stuff up, but it was as if she had a thing for older guys. Oscar just smiled a knowing smile.

"Maybe she just has a thing for mature men," said the much older man. "Guys who know what they are doing, not slam bam, thank you mam men."

We all talked about the difference between teenage guys, and older men. We all talked about how sex with our wives had become further and further apart as years went my. "Hell, my first wife, and my second too, couldn't stop sucking my cock before we got married. Then they forgot how after marriage."

"You know the old joke," added Mr. Hoffman. "Do you know the one malady that will stop a woman from sucking cock? No? It's a wedding ring."

We all laughed at that one just as Jennifer, clad only in her pretty pink bikini, walked to out lair. "What's so funny, guys? I heard those nasty words you were saying, you know, blow something? A job? Whatever," she was smiling as she shook her head at us.

"Guys, you all think about the same things don't you?" said my pretty niece Jennifer with a big smile. "I know at school if I mentioned "job" some nerd will say blow? It's as if your wives never give them."

Caught, we just smiled. Oscar broke the silence by saying; "You are never too old to have a pretty lady honor you in that way, never too old. And, well, lots of times wives have other things on their mind."

Jennifer sat and smiled, grabbing a soda from the case. I couldn't help thinking how hot she looked. Her bikini bottom was tight on her body, and had this little frilly trim that almost had the look of little girl panties. Her top showed off her pert tits, and each of us couldn't help but stare at her wonderful outfit. When she bent over for the soda three sets of eyes were focused on that pretty ass. 

Oscar took control, the boss he is. "I think Jennifer and I should go below, and I can show her the facilities and where everything is down there. It's quite confusing and quite cramped."

The two, separated in age by nearly 60 years, went below. Soon we were hearing giggling and laughter as the two were hitting it off just fine. While early on there was a consensual line that might have been crossed, she willingly went with our boss to his lair. Mr. Hoffman broke the ice when he said that Jennifer appeared to know the "deal" and was willing to make it happen with "the old guy." At least to tease or tantalize the old man, maybe more. In any event we both moved over toward the closed door in an attempt to hear what was happening in the room below. 

We heard laughter inside and Jennifer coyly saying that Oscar's hands wandered like a teenager. The two laughed at that one, as the man complimented her on her choice of bikini ("It's adorable, it covers you but shows a lot. It's very sexy"). For her part, Jennifer giggled at his banter. 

At first our eavesdropping was uneventful, as the two spoke about things they liked to do, school, and sailing, but soon Oscar steered conversation to boys and sex. 

Jennifer admitted she'd had sex, and laughed at nearly being caught giving a blow job in the janitor's closet at school and actually being caught in the back seat of the car in a state of undress. "We were in our undies, but I had my skirt still on so I moved it down to cover up down there but the cops saw his pants on the floor. They told my mom and I was grounded."

Oscar asked how many guys she'd been with, and she calmly said she'd had sex with a handful of guys and had blown 10. I think he was aghast at that revelation, as he didn't say anything for a minute. Then the quiet was broken by Jennifer cooing, "Oh, Oscar, that's naughty."

We wondered what was so naughty, but Jennifer quickly gave a description. I wondered if she knew we were listening. 

"Oh, Oscar, your fingers are being naughty, playing with my breasts," said the girl. "But it feels so good....and what's this in your pants? I think you like me."

"Oh girl, you have to suck it. Please. Get on your knees and take it out and suck my cock."

Jennifer was to the point. "Oh can I? I'd love to suck your dick."

Zippers were pulled and positions were shuffled, and Mr. Hoffman and I knew we had to get to a better viewing positions....the front of the boat where we could spy on the couple from the windows. 

We slipped around to get a better view, and it was right in time. We spied Jennifer on her knees, in between Oscar's knees, kissing all around his semi-erect cock. His head was back, enjoying the action, and Jennifer just kept kissing and nibbling his lengthening cock. 

The man might be older, but with her coaxing his cock was soon hard and the girl began working her mouth all around his dick. She alternated licking with sucking....licking the base and around the middle, sucking the mushroom shaped tip. She didn't rush, and he didn't hurry her. It was quite an erotic site.

My niece bobbed her pretty head up and down the old man's cock with a practiced flair, and I couldn't help rubbing myself watching the action below. For his part, Oscar was rocking slightly and allowing the girl to have her way with his dick. He had a sly smile upon his face, and when he realized we were watching he made sure not to block our view. 

We heard him direct the girl around his dick. "That's it, lick my cock, lick it all over you cocksucker. Make it tingle. You are adorable." The man obviously liked the blow job, especially when Jennifer's intensity went from first to second gear. Soon she grasp his stem and jerked it while sucking the tip. 

"Oh, that's wonderful girl, don't stop."

Not that Jennifer had any intention of stopping, slowing or ending the action any time soon. She was clearly enjoying blowing the older man.

"So your wife doesn't suck? She doesn't lick your wonderful cock?" cooed the young girl, taking a break from the blowjob and talking to our big boss. "She should be ashamed, it's a great cock and it deserves to be sucked."

That brought a groan to the man, as he intently watched as the girl resumed her cock sucking actions. 

Being a voyeur presented a great vision of my niece sucking cock. She obviously knew what she was doing, going fast then slow, licking and sucking. The man was obviously enjoying my niece, but didn't look close to coming. 

"You are so hot, girl, you are a beautiful sucking princess. Suck it girl," exclaimed Oscar. 

The two went at it for several minutes before Oscar dictated a second act. 

"You are a bad girl," said the man. "Bad girls should be spanked!"

Jennifer smiled as she pushed back from the man and rose off her knees. She admitted she'd been bad, and agreed that a spanking was appropriate. The girl should have been an actress as her words were entirely believable.

Draped over Oscar's knees, the man slid down the bikini bottom, displaying the perfect teenage ass. Oscar rubbed the buttocks as he looked up at us watching intently from the window. 

"So, you've been fucking your boyfriend? Sucking his cock too? And not just him? You are a Jezebel and need to be taught a lesson young lady," exclaimed our boss. "I hate to do it, but you need a good spanking, and I am just the man to do it."

With that Oscar sent his first crack of the hand down on my niece's ass. That was followed by several more spanks as Jennifer cried out a few "ouch" and "I will be good" statements. 

He issued several stern swats to her perfect ass. They weren't too hard, but they did cause her to grimace and wiggle. That just made the man spank her more. It was awesome watching the action, and soon it was made even hotter when the man motioned with his head for us to join him below. 

We weren't stupid, if the man wanted help we'd give him help.

Entering the quarters we watched as Oscar spanked the girl. "She's been a bad girl. She's sucked a lot of dick for a 19-year-old, and now she's making too much noise when I am spanking her. Could one of you shut her up?"

Mr. Hoffman had no hesitation in moving in front of my niece and slipping his cock out of his pants and into her mouth. Jennifer started sucking the man's cock while Oscar spanked her ass. After a few minutes Mr. Hoffman directed me to take his place, and I replaced him in front of the girl.

Damn, my niece can suck a cock. I think she actually liked the spanking, as she ignored the pain and sucked my cock. I watched her work my cock, and it was a beautiful sight. Mr. Hoffman walked out while she was sucking me and came back with a ledge of butter...where he found it, who knows. 

Mr. Hoffman rubbed the butter slap up and down her ass cheeks while Oscar continue to spank the girl. Soon he was rubbing the butter on his cock, and slipped that up and down her cheek.

"Oh no, not in my ass," cried the girl, but without a lot of real emotion. 

My boss rubbed the ass and then popped his dick into her ass, a little at first for her to get used to it, and then pushing to the max. I thought Oscar's eyes were going to pop out of his face watching the ass action. 

Oscar alternated his head back and forth, watching the ass fucking and then the blowjob. "Damn, this girl is taking it in both ends," said the man, slowing his swats of her ass to watch the action. 

Jennifer's mouth action wasn't as good as normal, but who could expect it to be as her ass was being ravished by my boss. He was pounding into it, groaning and moaning while telling her it was so very tight. Soon he couldn't hold out, and he orgasmed in her pretty young behind. 

"Oh my goodness, that ass is tight and hot," said Mr. Hoffman. "You have to get some of this."

I pulled my cock out of her mouth as Mr. Hoffman demounted her from behind. Oscar directed her around to his cock, and soon he was rubbing up and down her cum filled ass with her in the reverse cowgirl position. He centered his dick against her anus, pushing gently at first before pushing in full bore. 

That last push moved his dick into her ass, and brought out a cry of pain from the girl. "Ouch! That hurts. Your big cock is splitting me open. Oh my."

Mr. Hoffman and I watched as Oscar moved the girl's ass up and down his dick. He did the guiding, but she was clearly fucking him. The old man was groaning as the girl fucked him, and it wasn't long before he started bucking up into her ass. 

"Oh, I am going to cum in your ass, I'm in your ass and I'm going to cum!" Not poetic, but it was the truth. Oscar shot his load, her second of the day, into her ass.

I swear the girl smiled, a conquer of two men in a span of a few minutes. But she wasn't done by a long shot. 

"Are you going to fuck her ass," asked Oscar. 

"What do you think, sir," was my hearty reply. "You bet."

Maneuvering the girl back across the man's thighs, I moved behind her and began rubbing my dick up and down her ass crack. It was sticky with cum, and made my dick wet. Pushing inside her ass wasn't too difficult, and soon I was thrusting in and out of her tight little ass.

Fucking the girl harder and harder, I reached around and grabbed her tits. Manhandling them, I couldn't help myself. I needed to cum, and it didn't take long for me to add a third load of man sauce to her tight little ass.

For the next few minutes the four of us sort of laid next to each other, exhausted. It was quite the experience, a gang-bang of my niece's ass. 

Jennifer broke the silence. "Guys that was awesome, my ass is killing me. I won't be able to sit for a week. Damn you did me good," said the girl. "That was so incredibly hot. I'll never forget it. But I do need to get back to shore. Billy's taking me to the movies tonight and I have to get cleaned up."

Oscar smiled. "So, you are going out tonight. Are you going to fuck him?"

Jennifer said she didn't think so, but maybe she'd give him a blowjob in a lover's lane after the movie. "I mean, I'm thinking of you guys and I think I need a little more cock satisfaction."

Oscar move topside to haul anchor and start back to land, but he told Mr. Hoffman and I to get her mouth ready for her date tonight. We knew exactly what he meant, as we fed her cock while she knelt beneath us and alternated between us. 

What a day. What an experience. When she left the boat, she had two loads in her tummy and three in her ass. Not a bad afternoon of debauchery with my sexy niece. 

Damn!