Working for aunt Stella – Part 1 [ff][inc][fdom]

January was starting and the holiday spirit was quickly leaving us all. Many members of my extended family had stayed in town for a few days, but they were now going back to their home town, one after the other. My aunt Stella was among the few who were still hanging around, as she had a short-term business assignment in town.

For the record, I really liked my aunt. I found her scary, but in a good way. Or rather: She was naturally authoritative, which I found hot. She was my mom’s sister, so I knew it was kind of weird for me to be thinking of her that way. But she was only in her mid-thirties, and she had the body to prove it, how could I help it? She seemed at her physical peak. For one thing, I was very envious of her dark, flowing locks (I had been dying my ordinary blond hair cherry red for years now). She seemed so much younger than she was; she barely had any wrinkles, and her breasts were surprisingly perky to say the least. They were on the smaller side, which helped them remain pretty despite the passage of time. At least that’s what I pictured during my alone time. In short, Stella could’ve been a model.

In any case, she was had been staying with us for the past few weeks. And the thing is, she loved doing yoga. But she always seemed to come and do it in the living room while I was watching TV. Her yoga pants really showed off her fit ass as well, and I couldn’t help but gaze at it. She was always positioned just right for me to ogle her amazing body… It was almost like she was doing it on purpose to be a tease. I figured that was probably a coincidence, that in my sex-starved state I was easily aroused. Right, I was just horny because I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been well and properly fucked. Of course.

Still, every morning I would be watching TV, and almost every morning she would come put her ass on display. Most times, I would squirm and stir, trying my best not to leak through my pajamas. Sometimes I’d to run to my room without saying anything to finger myself. I was pretty sure I had left a wet spot on the couch at least once. I had started to imagine she would catch me somehow and punish me… creatively. These ideas filled me with unspeakable shame of course, but that was true of most things that made me wet.

And as wrong as they were, these filthy thoughts turned me on much, I just had to do something.

So one morning, I decided I would not go to my room. Instead, after turning on the television, I covered myself with a nice, comfy blanket. Of course, I wasn’t really watching, I was just waiting. And like clockwork, my beautiful aunt arrived to set her yoga mat on the floor.

She gave me a half-smile, which promptly started the waterworks (down there). I realized I had almost become like one of those Pavlov dogs: She didn’t even need to do anything now, her mere presence made me salivate with envy, both metaphorically and literally. The thought of being a brainless slut did *not* help me contain my envies. In my mind, she would never go for someone so shy and inexperienced, dare I say so young. I repressed these thoughts and focused on the wonderful morning light shining on her wonderful shape. I softly rubbed myself over my pajamas, thinking of how toned and soft it must feel. I went as slowly as I could bear; as much as I had thought about her catching me, I still had to do this without her noticing.

As she continued to stretch her astounding body, I thought to myself that she was practically showing off, and my mind started racing with disgusting ideas. I really needed to escalate now, so I sneaked my hand into my underwear as quietly as I could. My face was flushed, I could feel it. What was I doing? This was so wrong… But my clit was so engorged and eager to be touched. She held a pose with her ass in the air, and I just couldn’t look away. It took all my focus to steady my breathing.

I closed my eyes for just a moment, but when I opened them again, I noticed her upside down face looking at me from between her legs. I froze. For a second I thought she was smiling, but she looked away before I could really be sure. I could feel my pussy twitching at this point. I had almost gotten caught acting like a depraved… Slut. And it made me that much hornier. Everything was wet down to my ass now. There was no way for me to get away without making a noticeable mess… again.

Thankfully, Stella was no longer looking at me. I started sliding my middle finger up and down the whole length of my clit and labia. I was edging myself. I didn’t know what I was waiting for… An opportunity perhaps: I had to remain quiet but I *had* to make some noise. I decided to create the opportunity for myself.

-S-Stella?
-Yes honey?
-Do you mind if I turn up the TV? I can’t, um, I can’t hear it what well.
-Of course not dear, go right ahead.

I turned up the volume and started touching myself more energetically. Her voice echoed in my head. “Go right ahead dear”. I pictured my aunt looking at my disgusting pussy and repeating herself over and over. I felt like such a whore, but I was about to cum. Steady breathing. Steady…

Suddenly, my aunt turned around and started holding her leg up to stretch it, like a dancer. I had never seen her do it that way before. Oh my God. I could see her cameltoe… I was gazing at the contours of her pussy! Worst of all, the thin fabric covering her crotch was glistening. In this moment I became certain she was teasing me, and getting a kick out of it.

She was looking at me again, a stern look on her face:
-Honey, I’m going to ask you a question, and I need you to be totally honest.
-Y-yes?

I couldn’t look away from the dark spot between her legs. It seemed as though it was getting bigger.

-Do you think I’m still attractive?
-What? Of course aunt Stella! You’re gorgeous!

She smiled knowingly.

-Thank you, sweetie. I appreciate your candor.

And just like that, she picked up her yoga mat and left the room. I waited nervously with one hand in my panties, almost trying to contain the mess.

As soon as I heard her footsteps fade away, I let loose and started working my clit frantically. Not thirty seconds later, I was covering my mouth with other hand to muffle my involuntary noises.

I let go of all hope as my body started shaking and I felt my pajamas get positively soaked. I just couldn’t hold back any longer, and as I climaxed my moans were no longer discreet at all.

Crap. I hoped people in the next room hadn’t heard me over the sound of the TV.

No such luck of course. I suddenly felt a gentle hand slowly sliding into my hair from behind. Then:

-I knew it.

It was Stella. I was completely paralyzed. She tightened her grip.

-Show me your hand.

I complied while tears welled up in my eyes. I was so ashamed. I was already starting to mumble excuses, but to my surprise, she wasn’t disgusted. She took my dirty fingers into her mouth.

I was speechless: She was sucking them clean. Meanwhile, she now held my hair with more strength than I thought she had… She had complete control over me.

When she was done sucking on my fingers, she spoke in a mocking tone:
-That’s a very naughty thing you did just now, you realize this, right?
-Yes… I’m sorry…
-I don’t believe you. I think you need some discipline.
-What do you mean?
-You will come work for me, starting on Monday. This is not a request.
-Uh… Okay, sure. I’ll do whatever you want, just, please…
-That’s right, you will.

She finally let go of my hair and simply walked away.

As my tense body started to relax, I wondered what the fuck had just happened.

She had seemed absolutely serious…

Tossing the blanket aside, I used the old trick of turning the couch cushion around. It would have to do for now.

I went to my room, dazed and confused, and proceeded to fuck myself silly.

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