Niece's Weekly Punishment Sessions

“Use your other hand, and move it lower. I want you to cup my balls. They are full of hot cum waiting for your hands to coax out,” his lips only an inch from her ear. He felt her other hand reach down and tentatively grab his balls. “GGGoddd,” feeling her squeeze his balls rather hard beneath his pants, but still enjoying her stimulation of his swollen balls. “Use your other hand that is rubbing my prick and find the end of it and squeeze the head of it hard.” He let his lips run lightly over her cheek, planting tiny kisses on her face. "God, your good, Melissa, have you ever done this before?”

She listened to his commands and obeyed, stroking his prick up and down, grabbing it tightly through his pants. Her other hand reached further down his pants, finding two round objects, her hand gripping them tightly and squeezing them. She heard him groan, not sure if in pain or pleasure, so she did it again, this time harder. She was rewarded with another grunt. She ran her fingers up his shaft until she reached the end and then did as he said gripping the head with two fingers and digging them into it deeply. It was hard, yet still soft, her fingers pushing into the yielding flesh. She felt proud of herself as he continued to encourage her.

She was good, she might not know what she was doing, but she was doing it intuitively, her hands making his prick harder. “Every Friday, you are going to have to make me cum, Melissa. You make my prick so hard when I punish you, you will have to relieve me before you are finished. I will teach you how to pleasure me. He reached for her head and turned her towards him, his lips reaching out and touching hers, his tongue seeking entrance to her lips.

“MMMM,” her hands stopping, her head trying to break free of his kiss. Why was he trying to kiss her? She turned her head away, her hands returning to stroke his prick again. He was getting too aggressive, treating her like she was his lover. She had to get him off soon. “OOW,” she yelped, his fingers pinching her thigh.

“Open your legs again, I want to feel those hot thighs,” his hands forcefully pushing between her legs until she relaxed them, letting them spread open. “Stroke my prick.” He looked down at her, slightly slumped in the couch next to him, her hands urgently stroking his cock, the other hand either playing with his balls or pinching the head of his prick. Her legs were spread in a wide V, the black panties outlined by her pale, white skin. His hand began to run up and down her thighs, each time moving closer to her panty covered pussy. His other hand reached up to her naked belly, running over the hot, red skin. 

She could feel his fingers becoming more urgent, the one on her belly sliding lower, down over her abdomen, slipping cautiously into her silk panties, sliding down over her naked flesh. The other continued to rub her thighs, his knuckles moving against her panty covered pussy, each time with more force until he started to grind them into her pussy lips. “OOOUUCH,” he had pulled her pubic hair, yanking out a few of the hairs. It was time to end it, she begin to masturbate his prick faster, her other hand massaging his balls gently as she felt him begin to shudder.

“Oh, God Melissa, you are so good, I’m going to cum.” His hand dug down into her panties, cupping her naked pussy, a fat finger slipping between her wet pussy lips as he began to shoot inside his pants.

“Ahhhhww,” startled as she felt his hand on her naked pussy, fingers playing up and down her slit. “Sttooop,” she yelled, her other hand yanking his hand out of her panties, feeling the prick beneath her fingers begin to spasm, feeling it shudder and shake. So that is what it felt like when it came. Her fingers continued to rub the member, fingers pinching the head, hearing his groans when she did. His hand rested on top of hers, slowing her movements to a clenching and unclenching on the spewing prick inside his pants. He could feel the wetness as he shot a load of cum inside his shorts. 

“You were good, Melissa, your hand was really good, did you enjoy making me cum?”

“Can I go now, Uncle Bill? Can I get dressed and leave?”

Bill nodded, satisfied. “I will see you next Friday for another punishment session, Melissa. I look forward to another enjoyable evening with your beautiful body. I have so much to teach you.” He watched as she quickly slipped her sweater over her head and pulled on her skirt, attaching it quickly so she could leave. The door slammed shut, leaving Bill slumped in the chair, his shorts wet, filled with the cum she coaxed from his balls, satisfied.

To be Continued.