Ashok Uncle – Part 5 (The kinky morning after coffee)

When I finally opened my eyes, the sunlight was streaming through the window. I was still naked under the covers on the bed that Ashok uncle had fucked me. I lay there for a few minutes and took stock of all the sensations.

I felt the soft sheets felt delicious on my bare skin felt. My lips felt throbbing and swollen. My throat felt dry and sore, and my ass felt stretched and mildly painful.

I wasn’t sure what to feel as memories of the previous evening came flooding back. He had fucked me. He had been hard and insistent. He had driven his cock into every hole of mine he could find and owned it completely.

He had fucked my face and cummed deep down my throat. He had driven his cock into my ass and had destroyed it completely. He had ignored all my protests and had fucked me like I was some kind of sex toy.

I giggled a little.

Ok. I didn’t protest that much. I had wrapped my legs around him and rubbed my hands all over his sweaty back, begging him to fuck me hard. He gave me pleasure. I could still hear myself screaming, “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy.”

I sighed and felt my sore ass with my palm. It felt sensitive and twitchy. As I lay there for a few minutes, taking in the smells on the bed, my eyes fell on the clock on the wall.

25 minutes past 10

Oh gosh! My mother was probably looking for me! EVERYONE was probably looking for me. I frantically began looking for my clothes, sighing. I realized I had spent most of the past 12 hours looking for my clothes. I found my underwear under a pillow and my t-shirt on the floor near the bedroom door.

I ran to the hall

“Uncle! Oh gosh, I overslept. Where are my pants? My mother is going to be so worried.”

“No. She isn’t going to be worried,” he said, coming out from the kitchen holding a coffee mug.

He was near-naked, wearing only small underwear that barely covered his large cock. It was all there for me to see – his hairy chest with a large belly, his strong arms, giant palms and hairy thighs leading down to muscular legs.

He was built like those men I had seen in strongman contests. He wasn’t a gym bro, but he was strong. His belly was beautiful, and anything that looked like fat on him was concealing muscle.

I stood there staring and biting my lips in my t-shirt and underwear. He had showered, and I smelt Cinthol soap and Old spice. I pulled myself together, “Oh, Uncle, I need to go home. Amma is going to be worried, not to mention pissed off!”

“You don’t have to worry about that. She and that lady from the flat across the hall left early morning. They’re not coming back until tonight. She came to say bye, but I said you were sleeping. I told her you worked very hard last night.” He grinned.

“Left? To where?” I frowned.

“Temples. Malls. Movies. Saree shops… Who cares. They’re off to wherever middle-aged women go when they’re feeling bored. The important thing is…. You’re spending the day with me.”

As he said it, he took a sip of his coffee and came up to me. I tried to take a few steps back, but he was too quick. Wrapping his arms around my waist as I arced my body backwards. He pressed open mouth on mine and pinched my waist hard.

I opened my mouth to moan, and a stream of instant coffee flowed into my mouth from his. I swallowed reluctantly, pulling my face away and wriggling.

“Ok, let me go, Uncle. Enough of this. You’ve had your fun. Now let me go.” I pressed my small hands against his big chest, trying to push him off and release his grip on me.

“Ummm, Maybe I need more fun.”

He took another sip, and this time. He opened my mouth above my face, letting the coffee drip onto my face, cheeks, nose, lips and neck. It felt as though I was getting a coffee facial. The coffee mixed with his spit coated my face. I smelt the warm and tasty liquid spread through my chest and drip onto the floor.

“Oh Gosh…” I moaned… “Uncle, please no…”

He put out his large tongue and began licking my face, tasting my sweat, spit, and musk.

“Oh…. Oh….” I moaned as his hot tongue began licking my chin and neck like I was some breakfast snack.

“So,” he asked between licks. “Do you drink coffee or tea in the morning?”

“Ummm… huh?” I said between gasps. “Coffee… Daddy”

I put my arms around his waist. My arms barely came together behind him as I let myself be licked, moaning and groaning. I stood there, my knees going weak. He supported my entire body with just one arm, his other holding the coffee cup.

He took another long sip from the cup and fed me, covering my lips with his and suckling my tongue as I drank the brew hungrily.

“More daddy… more.”

I felt slutty and horny as I opened my mouth, like a slut begging for her cum. It went on for a few minutes. He took sips and drained his mouth into mine. I was drinking and hugging and moaning. Loving his tongue’s taste and feeling on mine as I drank.

My body had surrendered to him like it had surrendered to him last night. He suddenly stopped.

I opened my eyes, disappointed. “Umm… yaen niruthineenga (Why did you stop?).” I gasped.

He laughed and pointed to the cup. It was empty, just a few brown dregs of liquid in the bottom.

“Want me to make more?” he asked, wrapping both arms around my waist in a tender embrace and kissing my forehead.

“Umm…I don’t know.” I looked away, blushing.

“I can’t hear you,” he said.

I desperately raised myself on my toes. I took his face in my hand and kissed his lips hard, nibbling on his lower lip and moaning. “Yes! I WANT YOU TO MAKE MORE!”

His eyes widened. I had just screamed that line loud enough for the entire floor to hear. I looked away again, blushing, not able to understand the feelings I was feeling. I used to get annoyed if my mother or father used my coffee mugs at home.

And here I was begging a strange man to make coffee and feed it to me through his mouth. He held me tight as we waddled into the kitchen. He turned on the stove, placing a vessel on it with water. He lifted me and placed me on the kitchen counter.

I wrapped my legs around him and took his face in my hands again, kissing him like his lips were the tastiest thing in the world. Both our faces were getting messy, covered with spit and coffee.

I continued eating his face, loving and licking and nibbling, taking long sucks of his cheeks, lips, ears, and nose. He said in one of those rare moments when I left his lips, “If you let me go for two minutes, I can make more coffee and feed you.”

“No. I won’t let you go,” I said, putting my petite lips on his large ones again, sucking desperately. As I said it, I felt my brain protest.

What was I becoming? I was no longer me. I was a horny schoolgirl. I was a nubile bride, and I was bitch in heat. I was a whore in the harbour. And I loved it. I loved every second of it.

Of course, he was stronger than me. He extricated himself from between my legs. He quickly mixed the contents of a packet of instant coffee with some sugar, milk powder and hot water.

“No milk at home?” I asked, watching him from my perch on the counter.

“Not the kind you get from cows.” He giggled and stroked his cock over his underwear.

“Naughty fucking pervert,” I said and giggled back.

He came back to me with his cup. He raised it to his lips, but I stopped him. “No, daddy. Wait.”

I got off the kitchen counter and pressed my hands on his shoulders. “Lie down, daddy.”

He went to his knees, “What? Here?”

I nodded and pushed him down on his back. “Yes, daddy, just lie down, please, please.”

He lay there, his bare body on the kitchen floor. I raised his hands and licked my lips. His trimmed armpits looked wet and musky. I went to my knees and bent down, pressing my lips on his armpits, licking the salty and musky skin as I felt the hair scrape my tongue.

“Oh baby, what are you doing?” he moaned as he shivered.

“Drinking coffee.” I dripped a few drops of the brown liquid on his armpits. I began licking and sucking desperately, making sure that none of the drops hit the floor.

He moaned, “Oh my gosh.”

I tasted and smelled everything – his musk, soap, sweat, spit and coffee. Drinking and licking and sucking his armpits like a mad sissy. I felt his hand go to his crotch and pull down his underwear, releasing his large and hard cock.

I looked at him hungrily and took his cock in my hands. I gently stroked while dripping some coffee on his nipples, sucking them hard and nibbling them sluttily.

“Oh, where did you learn all this?” he moaned as I stroked, licked, and fondled his balls.

“Turn over,” I said when I finally had my fill of his armpits, chest, nipples and neck, a thin sheen of gleaming saliva all over him.

“Why?” he asked.

“Why do you think?” I asked.

“Just to be clear, I don’t let anyone touch or play with my ass. I am not comfortable.” He said, trying to push me away.

“Turn over,” I said again. This time with my finger on his balls and my mouth on his nipples, suckling him. Like I was a child, and this was my mother’s teat.

I felt him give in and gently begin to turn over. It felt good. I was in control. For the first time in my life, I was in control. And I was in control of this massive middle-aged man to whom I was slowly becoming addicted.

He turned over and went on all fours.

“Umm,” I examined his hairy ass, hanging belly and large pendulous balls.

I spread his ass cheeks apart and pressed my face between them. I instinctively felt him pull away, but I put my hands on his balls and gently squeezed. He sighed and relaxed.

I shook my head and giggled. I was about to lick another man’s ass and was excited to do it. I took his shaft in my hand and began stroking from underneath. I stuck out my tongue and pressed it on his hairy ass.

“Oh gosh, no!” he moaned.

I held his butt cheeks and stuck my tongue in, into that deep, musky hole that tightened around my tongue as I tried to tongue-fuck it.

“Oh gosh, baby… wow.. it feels so good..” He moaned, his entire massive body shuddering.

His cock was hard, despite three (maybe four…) back-to-back orgasms the previous evening. He was hard and desperate for another release. My sissy cock was standing hard in attention too.

I picked up the coffee cup and gently poured some onto his ass. Making love to his ass hole and butt cheeks as I had just made love to his entire torso. His moans were now a whisper. Barely audible grunts and gasps as I ate his ass and stroked his cock.

He pushed back onto my face now, desperate for me to continue. His cock began throbbing, loving how I gently stroked it and squeezed it with every tongue penetration of his ass. I was tasting his most intimate area, and he loved it.

“I am going to cum. Oh fuck I am going to cum,” he implored.

I was waiting for that. I put the cup below his cock and began milking him, squeezing and tugging hard on his shaft. Rubbing it back and forth with both my hands. I drooled on his asshole like a desperate porn slut.

“OH FUCK YES!”

He shuddered and shivered. His cock throbbed and spasmed in my hand, letting out a stream of cum where it joined the remaining coffee.

“How much can these produce?” I moaned as I instinctively leaned down and kissed his balls.

I felt his knees buckle and his body tire. He rolled over and collapsed on his back. His belly rose and fell as he breathed heavily in his post-orgasmic state. I looked at him with coffee, spit and sweat all over my face and giggled. “See, I have milk now.”

He sighed and squeezed my cheek. I raised the coffee to my mouth and drank the sexy brew, tasting his salty cum and moaning. He pulled me on top of him. I lowered my lips to him. Kissing him desperately and giving him a taste of his cum, his ass and his coffee.

Hope you enjoyed it. Thank you so much to those who wrote in and said they enjoyed the story. I love all of you to bits and would suck and lick you all forever and ever. I love hearing from you. Write in with your thoughts, feedback and fantasies at [email protected].