Chapter 17: Chapter 17

KRISTIN

I might need therapy after all these.

And no, I'm not exaggerating.

Why is June doing this to me? It seems my sex life is now something she brings up at the slightest misunderstanding. What is worse is that she is slowly starting to take over most of my thought.

"Kristin..." Edith slowly came to my side of the car. She looked so concerned. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, everything is fine," I replied with a bitter taste in my mouth. Slowly, fatigue began to build up inside me. I rubbed my forehead in a bid to repel the turbulence building up there. "It seems you may not meet June today. She isn't at home."

"Hey, Kristin," she called out softly and moved closer to me. "Don't stress yourself over nothing, okay? She is a big girl and should be seen as one. You don't need to beat yourself up because she is growing."

"It seems she is growing with a little pinch on my sanity."

I don't know why Edith found it funny, but in the minute that followed, she let out a warm laugh that soon infected me.

I joined her moments later. Edith is a very warm person and her warmth radiates in every aspect of her life. I don't think I have ever seen her get mad.

"June keeps getting on my nerves." And dick. But I didn't add the last part.

"That's why she is in her youth. That's their job." She smiled reassuringly. "Just take it easy with her. That's the magic."

If only Edith could understand.

I can't begin to explain to Edith that my niece is bent on allowing me to fuck her, and my crazy dick keeps cooperating!

Funny how I push June off and go to my closet with thoughts of her.

"Edith, I should drop you home. Work today was a bit strenuous. You need to rest."

I waited until she was settled in the car before driving off. During our conversation, my mind kept drifting off to June. Was she actually with Mark? And what the hell were they doing?

My hunch keeps telling me that those two are up to something. But I can't zap over to Mark's house like a madman because of a hunch that my niece was "enjoying" her youth.

Once in a while, my mind would drift out of the conversation with Edith, and she never complained or pointed it out.

After dropping her off and refusing to go in as she offered, I started an aimless drive on the streets of Seattle to avoid slamming on the gas all the way to the front of Mark's house—Mark's father's house, 'cause no matter how rich and sly that punk thinks he is, he can't afford a house yet.

Less than five minutes into my drive, I remembered that I could always get rid of stress in my usual way.

With a sigh, I started for my regular spot.

This hotel in particular has everything I need. The matron in charge of the girls who offer pleasuring services knows how I like my women since I am a regular customer.

I easily made it past the security at the gate after they recognized me, and started for the in-hotel club at a corner of the magnificent structure.

I was greeted at the door by one of the many girls in the club.

"Where's Madam?" I asked her, referring to the matron with the name the girls call her.

"Somewhere in one of the rooms. Do you need someone as usual?" With a hand on her waist, she laid a finger on my cheek and drew it down to my jaw, intricately eye-fucking every part of me. Confusingly, she looks so much like June—or rather, has a lot of June's features.

June again?!

I eyed her. She was dressed in pure leather that only covered the nipples on her chest and her pussy.

Without asking for a price, I looked around the dimly lit waiting room that reeked of alcohol and sex. "Do you think you can handle me?"

"Yes, yes! I can!" she replied enthusiastically as she had waited for this her entire life. "There is a free room close by."

I followed her, noting how she looked a lot like the person I was trying hard not to think of.

Even her boobs had a semblance to June's: not too small, not too big. I forced my thoughts away from my June immediately we stepped into the room.

Without waiting for any other ceremony, I gave her the first order, "Take off that covering and get on your knees."

She obeyed. As she kneeled before me and looked up, I noticed her brown eyes that looked so much like June's. She outstretched her pink tongue at my crotch, smiling widely.

"Fuck." I threw my clothes off with a speed I didn't know I possess, then grabbed the back of her head and inserted all my length into her mouth, reaching for the back of her throat. The sudden intrusion made her gag, but I didn't pull back.

When at last I pulled back, it was to dive into her throat again, grunting as her gag sounds filled the room. I give it to her, she takes dick well. Not a lot of ladies can deep-throat me for so long without writhing and begging to be released.

With my grip still at the back of her head, I forced her face to my crotch, bent forward a little, and started delivering short thrusts into her mouth. She grabbed my thighs for support, her gags echoing like a harmonic sound.

I pulled back when I was slightly sated. Her teary eyes stared at me with fascination. I don't think her guts have ever been assaulted this way.

She looked up, expectant, like a slave waiting for her master's orders... Just as I like them: submissive.

As I watched, she grabbed her boobs and made a beautiful show of touching them while I watched.

"Get on the bed," I rasped, my eyes narrowing at her. "Spread those fucking thighs and touch yourself."

Like the obedient bitch that she is, she got on the bed, speed her legs, and inserted her middle finger into her mouth, before leading it to rest between her thighs.

"Ahh..." She threw her head back and moaned. "Fuck me, Kristin."

Ah, I picked the right person.

She pinched her nipples in turns as her finger moved in and out of her pussy.

I moved forward and mounted the bed, my weight a bulwark in the middle of her legs.

"Fuck!" she screamed, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as I entered her with one full thrust. "You're deep!"

Her cries encouraged me. I pinned her hands above her head and oscillated my hips, driving my cock deep into her pussy.

"Fuck, you're deep!" she cried. Moments later into my clapping thrusts, she began to whimper. It was accompanied by tears some minutes later. I slammed hard into her, venting my stress and frustrations with every thrust.

The more she moved, the more futile she realized it was. I realized that she was getting weak after noticing that her thrashings were getting slow.

At that point, I pulled out of her, a mess of sweat, and aimed my cock for her chest, releasing all my cum all over her skin and watching as it mixed with her sweat and tears.

She curled on one side of the bed, sobbing silently. I guess she got more than she expected. Maybe after telling the other girls that I am a monster, they would stop fawning over me and craving my dick-like candies.

Breathing hard, I rolled off the bed. That was one good fuck.

As I made to bring out my wallet and pay her off, my phone fell out.

The worry came back. I tried June's number.

It was unavailable.

Gritting my teeth, I called Mark's father. As the phone beeped, I exhaled, "Hey, Prof."

"Hi, Kristin."

I frowned and looked at my phone screen. "Who is this?"

"George."

"Ooh, George! How are you?!" George is the eldest son of the professor. He is a gentleman, very cultured and well-behaved—unlike his lunatic of a brother.

"I'm doing great," George responded politely. "My dad is not available at the moment. Do you want me to leave a message?"

"No. I actually want to know if June is done with her project?"

"June? Oh, no, she went to a party. Mark went with her."

My jaw touched the ground.