My Bitchy-hot Niece, Denise

My Bitchy-hot niece, Denise – Part II - by James Pendergrass (www.lulu.com/jmplays)

"LOOOOOOSER!!!!"

It was Saturday morning.  I was up and reading in my bed.  Since my humiliation at the hands of my bitchy little niece yesterday afternoon, I had been hard at least 75% of the time.  All I could think of was the way this young woman - a TEENAGER no less - with the fabulous trim body and the confident, sassy attitude had so easily asserted her natural dominance over me.  I felt incredibly lucky, not to mention more aroused than I had been in many years.  The ribbon around my balls was a constant reminder of my situation.  I was constantly tempted to relieve the pressure in my balls.  Then I thought about having the opportunity to serve such a pretty young thing.  Each time I felt the urge to touch my penis I imagined her whispering, "don't disappoint me" in my ear.  I had respect her commands and not pleasure myself, but it wasn't easy.

Now just past 10AM, I heard the call I had been waiting for.  I jumped up to attention (it wasn't the only thing at attention) and raced to my niece's room, still in my birthday suit, save the 5th place ribbon dangling from my genitals.  I was so stiff and excited to be bossed around by my niece that clear fluid had already gathered around the tip of my penis.

As I ran down the hallway, I heard the bitchy teen yell, "HURRY UP, JACKASS!"

I entered and saw Denice sitting up in her bed.  She wore these tan girlie shorts that hugged her snug little power-zone, and a tight white t-shirt that said "diva" on it.  Her perfectly shaped legs hung down with perfect feminine symmetry from the bed.  Her little feet pointed downward and I could see the light pink nailpolish on her peds.  Her feet were very delicate, with high arches and tiny toes, except for her big toes, which ware probably the only fat appendage on her entire body (that and her sweet ass, which was firm but had the lovely bubble shape to it).

She pointed to the floor.  "Worship your princess," she said calmly.  I got on her floor and began kissing those lovely toes.  My dick was absolutely THROBBING as I heard her say, "That's a good obedient slobber-hound.  Now, stand up so I can have a good look at you."

I stood in front of her.  Just me and my hard penis.  She reached out and tugged on the fifth place ribbon causing me to bob up and down.  "Look at that thing," she said.  "Explain to me why it's so freaken hard?"

"Because of you, Miss Denise," I said.

"Obviously," she said laughing.  "It looks like it wants to splooge some more," she said, noting the fluid.

"Yes Miss Denise," I said, excitedly.

"Well too bad.  You are officially denied for the time being," she said.  "In fact, I don't want you walking around my house dripping your gross gunk on my floors.  Go to the bathroom right now and get some toilet paper.  RUN!"

I ran down the hall to the bathroom, her giggling echoing in my ears.  "Move that ass or I'll spank it!" she yelled.

I grabbed some tissue and returned.  Denise had grabbed a rubber hair band from her bureau.

"C'mere," she beckoned me closer with her pointer finger.  I gasped as she took my penis in her slender fingers and squeezed it until my head turned purple.  This also caused more precum to appear. 

"Your penis needs a tampon to keep the flow from getting out of hand," she said rather clinically.  She wrapped the toilet tissue around the head of my dick and tied the hair band an inch below the purple tip of my shaft.  She had to handle me quite a bit as she doubled the knot of the hair band to make it nice and tight.  I sighed aloud with pleasure.

"CONTROL yourself, loser," she said.  "I'm not letting you splooge for a while anyhow.  First, my BFF needs to come watch me humiliate you."

More young women?  I felt my heart sink.  Sure, it was highly erotic but I didn't want to get into trouble.

"That's right.  My gal pal Kari is coming over to join me in laughing at your dumb naked ass."

"But Denise, I don't know.  Do you think it's a good idea?"

"That's MISS Denise, or PRINCESS Denise, loser," she reminded me, giving my penis a painful slap.  "And I think it's a great fucking idea.  I intend to share my conquest with my best friend."

The slap caused the toilet paper to slip out from her hair band.  So she readjusted it, this time in a triple knot.  It was quite tight.

"There, that should fix you.  No more leaks!" she said, admiring her handiwork and giving the head of my penis a surprisingly authoritative flick for good measure.  She had the self-possession of some of the best New York City dominatrixes I had ever encountered.  But those women were all in their late 20s, or older.  She was a nubile 18 year old babe!  Talk about the best of both worlds.  I quivered with pleasure.

She took hold of the fifth place ribbon attached to the base of my balls and marched me downstairs.  As she did so, she ordered me to bring my knees up nice and high, which caused my penis to bob up and down. 

Once downstairs, she pressed the speaker button on the phone and dialed a number.  I heard a sassy female voice answer the phone.  "Talk to me, girl."  She must have had caller ID.

"Yo Kari, wassup!" Denise said.

"Yo, what's up girlfriend," Kari said on the other line.

"So, check this out.  You know how I told you about my dorky loser uncle who is staying with us?"

"Oh yeah.  Didn't you say he was, like, slobbering all over you?"

"Um  hm.  That turned out to be an understatement.  I went home for lunch yesterday and I caught him on the floor of MY room, poking his head in my panty drawer and get this -  He was *spanking his monkey*!"

I heard laughter come through the speaker.  "Get the fuck out of here," said the girl.

"No, it's 100% TRUE.  In fact, the loser is kneeling naked in front of me as we speak and he's going to confess to you.  Go ahead, jerkoff."

The move caught me by surprise.  But I also felt so turned on by my latest exploitation at the hands of devious Denise.  "Yes, um, I'm Denise's uncle and I- she caught me in her room, uh, playing with myself."

The room filled up with giggles.

"Holy shit!" I heard on the other end of the phone.  Denise was smiling with great pride as I verbally humiliated myself.

"He's like, my total panty slave," said Denise.  "This pussywhipped loser will do ANYTHING I tell him to do.  Isn't that right, loser?"

"Yes Miss Denise,"

"Yuck!  What a pervert!" I heard Kari say.

"Yeah no shit.  He IS a pervert.  Say it!" she turned to me.

"I'm a pervert!"

"No, say, 'I'm a dick whacking pervert!'" said Denise.

"I'm a dick whacking pervert!"

More laughter.

"Wow, what a circus clown freak," I heard Kari say. 

"No shit," said Denise again.  "He's a complete dipshit.  He LOVES it when I rag on him and he LOVES to humiliate himself for me.  My vadge is, like, his master.  I think it scrambles his male brain or something."

"You go girl!" said Kari.  "So when can I see this?"

"Right now, lady!  Come over!"

"Ha!  So cool.  Okay, let me jump in the shower, and I'll be right over.  Hey, and is naked pervboy still there?"

"He's right here."

"See you soon, jack-spaz!"

Denise burst out laughing.  "Tell her you look forward to humiliating yourself for her entertainment, jack-spaz," she said, repeating her friends' degrading terminology."

"I look forward to humiliating myself for your entertainment, Miss Kari."

"I see you've trained him well, D," said Kari.

"You have no idea!  Later, babes."

click

My heart pounded in the silence after their phone call as I thought of what I was getting myself in to.

Denise shattered the silence by ordering me to fetch the morning paper.  Then she made me do jumping jacks in the kitchen while she read the gossip section.  "Higher!" she yelled.  "Work those fat buns!"  She laughed as my penis bounced up and down in full view. 

"You're going to learn firsthand what happens to pervs that can't control their sexual impulses," she said, sizing me up and smiling.  "If you think I'm a bitch, just wait until you see Kari.  She's a clever gal.  I can't wait to see what kind of tasks she comes up with."

Denise made me do all kinds of chores all morning.  Just before noon, she showered and made me stand outside the bathroom holding a towel.  She teased me so badly!  At one point, she yelled, "I'm scrubbing the area below my belly button right now.  Sigh. Now that feels good.  Mom bought me this expensive brush and it's just so soft and gentle on me. (she sighed audibly) I always make it a point to scrub myself very carefully every day – mom’s influence I suppose."

When she was done, she reached a hand out and made me hand her a towel.  "No peaking," she said.  "My body is off limits to perverts."

I could hear her drying herself off and it made me crazy with desire.  "Go fetch me a nice pair of pink silk panties," she said.  "You should know where to find them.  And don’t be long.  You have ten seconds.  I don't want you spending any extra time poking around in there."

I raced back, found some hot lacy panties and handed them to her.  "I'm pulling them on now," she said, giving me the play by play.  "I love the feeling of the silk as it rides up over my buns - all nice and snug.  They fit me so perfectly."  She opened the door for a split second and gave me a tantalizing view of her sweet panty-clad ass.  Her back was turned to me.  The only article of clothing on her body was the panties.  Her slender neck was turned as she smiled at me and poked her ass in my direction.  Despite her petite nature, her ass was surprisingly womanly in shape.  God she was ripe, but then she slammed the door in my face.  "That's as close as you'll EVER get!" she taunted.

Moments later, she emerged with her shorts and t-shirt on.  She immediately looked down at my rock-stiff groin.  "So predictable," she said, feigning disappointment.  She took a moment to tickle the underside of my penis with her fingers. 

It made me so hot to hear her say that.

At just after noon, the doorbell rang.  And there was Kari.  She was a blonde version of Denise.  She had a pouty little face with adorable red lips.  She wore a lot of make-up.  Her hair was short and wavy.  It was styled the way Marilyn Monroe used to style her hair, except like Denise, Kari was petite.  She wore tight designer jeans and a green cotton t-shirt that hugged her little breasts.  She also wore open-toed sandals.  The best part was the way she walked.  I long held the belief that a woman's walk said a lot about her.  Both Denise and Kari had excellent feminine posture.  They had a certain rhythm and strut when they walked about.  To me it was a sign of both class and sexual dexterity. 

I stood there foolishly wearing nothing but my "tampon" and fifth place ribbon.  The tampon was wet from all the pre-come I had been leaking. 

"Greetings, supreme Princess Kari," I said, as instructed by my niece.

I waited for her to insult me, but instead she walked by me and gave Denise a happy hug.  "Look at you just grabbing life by the balls," she said laughing.

Finally Denise turned to me.  "I want you to tell my girlfriend EXACTLY what you were doing yesterday when I came home and caught you in my bedroom.  We want to hear every detail.  What made you go into my room in the first place?  What were you thinking?  Tell us everything.  Oh, and get on your fucking knees in front of your two superior Princesses while you confess to us."

I told the women how turned on I was by hot, sassy young women like them.  How not they seemed to have such naturally dominant attitudes.  I told them how I had long had submissive fantasies and Denise was a true princess and a goddess, and I felt lucky to have a chance to serve her and make an ass of myself for her entertainment.  I told them being around them made me want to do stupid things for their amusement.

Denise cut in.  "Look retard, we both know you are totally transfixed by me and will do anything I tell you to do.  We want to hear about yesterday.

I hesitated as I thought of what I should say.  Denise cut in:

“Start talking before I have to take you over my knee and spank you silly."

I told them how thrilled I had been to have the house to myself and I wanted to see the beautiful panties Denise used to cover her perfect body.  I wanted to masturbate myself to a super-intense orgasm while fantasizing about Denise racking my balls and talking trash to me.  I loved the idea of suffering for her, and being physically humiliated by her.  It fascinated me that I could be dominated by a creature so much smaller and physically weaker than myself. 

"Oh Princess Denise, I'll do anything you say," I finished meekly.

The two girls had big smiles on their faces. 

“What a fucking douchebag your Uncle is,” said Kari.

"Yeah no shit.  I think he needs to serve us lunch," Denise finally said.

I was ordered into the kitchen, where I made both of them salads and sandwiches.  They waited in the living room and watched MTV.  At first they kept ordering me back into the kitchen to make changes to the food.  First Denise wanted more mayo on her sandwich.  Then Kari said I had put too much ice in her soda.  She slapped me in the face and told me to "get (my) shit together."  Finally when they were satisfied, Denise ordered me to the floor at their feet.

Denise: "Lick our shoes while we eat, loser."

Kari: "Consider it an honor, fucktard."

Denise: "Oh he does.  Look at him licking your feet like a fucking slobberhound!"

Kari: "Ha! Ok, enough.  We're trying to eat here, tool."

Me: "Sorry Superior Princesses!"

Denise: "Shut your fucking mouth!  I didn't give you permission to speak.  Don't say a word unless either Kari or I ask you a direct question.  You need to learn proper respect for the superior gender."

I hung my head meekly and awaited my next set of orders.  Meanwhile, my heart was thumping a mile a minute.

Denise: (continuing) "That's better.  Just lie on your belly and hump the floor, loser.  I hope your dick gets a good rugburn, you spaz.  DON'T CUM though, or I'll parade you through the neighborhood naked and my mom will kick your ass out on the street!"

They ignored me for 15 minutes or so, while they ate.  For a while they talked about the real life soap opera they were watching.  They ragged on the people in the show.  Then at some point, Kari said, "Your loser uncle reminds me a little bit of Rory."

I came to discover Rory was a high school boy they had dominated the previous summer.

"You didn't really think this was the first time I've dominated penis.  Did you?"  said Denise.

"I wasn't sure, Superior Princess."

"What a dork.  No, loser.  Actually I've had lots of experience making hard penises do exactly what I want them to do.  You're the first older man though.  And I have to say it's exactly the same.  Mom always told me.  Men are little boys.  It doesn't matter what age they are.  Especially guys with little dicks like you."

"Totally," said Kari.  "Little dick jackasses like this take no effort at all.  And they’re almost always perverted."

"Fuck yeah," said my niece.  "Look at my dipshit uncle.  He's the biggest pervert I've ever seen.  Look at how hard his weenie is.  The Viagara commercial says you should contact a doctor if it's hard for more than four hours.  Maybe we should call a doctor."

"Ha," said Kari.

"I have a better idea.  I want to give the loser some relief.  I should probably let him suffer all day long.  But I'd rather provide a perfect example of how easy it is for me to make him my dirty lapdog.  Plus it will increase my dominance of him."

"How charitible of you, Denise," said an arrogant Kari.

Denise: "Follow us, idiot.  I have the coolest idea."

With that I was ordered to follow the young women into the kitchen.  Their pert asses bounced up and down with glorious authority.  Denise and her friend were so comfortably in command.  It occurred to me how lively teenage girls were, how their bodies were so healthy and supple.  They truly were born to dominate cock.  I was in heaven as I pondered what Denise had in mind.

Denise reached into a kitchen drawer and pulled out a large ball of sturdy-looking yarn. 

My sister's kitchen was a modernist's dream with top priced appliances everywhere, but it also had some older touches.  The high ceilings had mahogany rafters running across them.  The rafters would be a factor in helping Denise and her friend enact their devious plan.

"Put out your hands," Denise ordered.  She proceeded to tie them tightly together with a greater degree of competency than I would have expected from an 18 year old girl/young woman.

Kari: "He's more obedient than a fucking seeing eye dog."

Denise: "Yeah, he'd probably eat his own poop if I ordered him too."

Kari: "Ew." (laughing)

Denise: "Don't worry, jackass, I'm not going to make you eat your own poop.  I am going to make you eat something else though.  You must be hungry.  You haven't eaten lunch yet."

Remembering my niece's orders from before, I didn't say anything.

Denise: "Good boy!  The training is already paying off.  Permission to speak."

Me: "Yes Princess, I'm hungry."

Denise: "Well too bad.  I want to do something to you first."

With that, she stood on a chair above me and looped the string holding my wrists together up over the rafters and with Kari's help they pulled it extra tight before tying it down to a couple of cabinet handles.  Before tying it I was ordered to stand on my toes.  My arms were now hoisted painfully up over my head.

The young women stood in front of me and admired their handiwork.

Denise: "Now it's time to have some fun." 

She had an absolutely devilish smile on her face, as did Kari.

Kari: "Want to ballbust him?  I'm like, aching to rack his balls."

Denise: "Hmm, great idea, but not yet.  I have other plans."

She turned and whispered to her friend, who immediately broke into laughter.  Kari turned and left the room while Denise went into the fridge.  She pulled out a hot dog and a matching bun.

Denise: "This hot dog has been in the fridge for a week.  We've been meaning to chuck it since I know mom and I won't touch it.  But it will make a GREAT lunch for you.  First it needs some sauce though.  Any ideas?"

I could see where this was going.  She was playing to my deepest darkest fantasies, but I didn't want to give in so easily.

Me: "M-Mustard?  Maybe Ketchup?"

Denise: "Nice try, loser.  I have a MUCH better idea though."

Kari returned a moment later.  I could see she had a tube of something that looked like clear oil in her hand.  She passed it off to my bitchy little niece.

Denise: "I'm going to feed him an old hot dog for lunch.  But first it needs sauce.  Any ideas, Kari."

Kari: (smiling brightly) "hmm, I think it needs special sauce."

Denise: (laughing) "Totally."

Denise poured a liberal amount of oil onto her hand and stood beside me.  "I know where we can find some really gross special sauce," she said.  With her dry hand she reached between my legs and patted the underside of my balls.  I shuddered and felt a shock go through my whole body.  My penis pointed toward the ceiling.  With that, Denise took her oiled hand and - with remarkable poise and dexterity for a woman of her age - wrapped it around my throbbing unit and began pumping in earnest.

Kari: "Do the thumb trick.  That always drives them crazy."

Denise: "One step ahead of you.  I'm well aware of how to “puppetize” male ass-clowns like Uncle Perv here."

Denise proceeded to wrap her slender fingers around my stiff penis.  Then she slid her thumb beneath my shaft.  As she pumped me she allowed the ball of her thumb to slide smoothly up and down on the most sensitive glandular section of my penis - just beneath the head.  With her other hand she reached between my legs from behind and pulled down on my scrotum.  The feeling of friction on the underside of my penis was sensational!  She had the ability of a woman twice her age. Yet she did it with such beautiful nonchalance.  I began panting.  My chest hairs tingled and itched.  In another fifteen seconds I would explode.

Kari: "Oh my god!  Look at his face, Denise.  He's gonna lose it!"

Denise slowed her stroking, now doing it in slow motion.  My chest began to heave as I struggled to get hold of my thoughts.  My mind reeled.  As her pace slowed, I began to thrust my hips in an attempt to get more friction from her hands, which had gone relatively limp.

Suddenly she tugged on my balls and released my penis.  The next thing I knew, she reached back and gave my penis a hard underhanded SLAP! It ricocheted against my stomach and I groaned in pain.  The girls laughed.

Denise: "That's what you get for trying to hump my hand, loser.  I think we should just leave you there for fifteen minutes as a punishment."

Kari: "Yeah, let's blueball his ass"

Denise: "Totally.  We could tease him until his nut sack looks like a fucking racket ball.  What do you think of that idea, Unc?"

Me: "Oh, please Miss Denise.  Please finish me."

Denise: "Look at the creep begging me to get his rocks off."

Kari: "What a loser!"

Denise: "Yeah, no shit.  Well, I'm in a forgiving mood today.  And I want to humiliate him in other ways."  She gripped me expertly again and began playing my penis like she was a young violin virtuoso.

Denise: "Get ready with the hot dog, Kari.  I’m going to make him splooge his gunk in about 20 seconds."

Her thumb found my most sensitive spot and she stroked with amazing rhythm.  I began making noises I'm not sure I had ever made before as the most amazing orgasm I had experienced in at least ten years swept over my body.  First I made some kind of guterral grunting sound.  Then I made a noise that sounded a bit like I was crying.  I began bucking my hips involuntarily, but Denise stood two inches from my ear.  She squeezed my balls and let go of my penis.  She gave me a hard slap to my face and issued a sharp, bitchy warning: "Don't move!"  A smiling Kari positioned the hot dog and bun up against the tip of my penis at an angle to catch my hot load.  Denise resumed her artful stroking.

I froze as I felt a huge orgasm well up from my loins.  Over the years I had learned to hold back my spurting until the last possible second, but I wasn't in control here.  Denise was.  She stood perpendicular to my body in close quarters.  In fact, she was pressing her groin against my hip as she tucked one hand behind my ass - fingers gripping my balls.  The other hand stroked my penis from the front. Her entire attentions were focused on my pulsating dick.  I took a deep breath and inhaled her sweet feminine scent.  That was it.  I began my contractions in earnest. 

Normally I would have spurted rapid-fire, but Denise seemed to have a trick that slowed me down and increased the intensity of my orgasm.  She pumped at two-second intervals and squeezed down on my balls in between each pumped.  I writhed in her hands as she continued to play me like an inanimate instrument.  With each pump of her hands, I shot an amazingly thick, powerful stream of semen that Kari carefully caught in the bun of the hot dog.  She had to move the hot dog each time I spurted and some of it inevitably splashed down onto the kitchen floor.  With each pump, Denise said a word:  "That's (pump) a good (pump) male (pump) puppet. (pump) Squirt (pump) it all (pump) out for (pump) your Princess." 

As I groaned with pleasure, both Denise and Kari mimicked my grunting noises, laughing all the while.  My orgasm lasted almost a minute.  I had never experienced anything this long or intense.  Forget about ten years ago.  I looked down and the hot dog was covered in white spunk.  I could also see the interior of the bun was drenched with my ball juice.   

To complete the humiliating orgasm for me, Denise rung out my spent penis.  She pinched hard on my sensitive head, causing me to convulse in pain and shiver with pleasure.  I looked down and Kari gracefully caught the last drop with the one part of the hot dog not drenched with my come.

Denise: "Ok girlfriend, FEEDING TIME!  Let him have it!"  She continued to grip my penis and balls tightly as I moaned in pain.  "Open WIDE, loser.  Stick out your tongue." she whispered into my ear.  "And look Kari in the eyes when she feeds you your spunk dog." 

Denise's pressure on my cock and balls was so precise and controlling that I had no choice but to comply with her wishes and open my mouth.  I stuck my tongue out as far as it would go.  Kari brough the hot dog up to my face.  I saw the triumphant blue eyes of Denise's cunty little friend.  Then to my shock, the little blonde girl stuffed the entire 6" hotdog into my mouth.  I had no choice but to start chewing like mad, but the taste was so disgusting and overpowering that I began to gag.  I swallowed part of my spunk dog, but choked most of it onto the floor.  The girls laughed at my distress.

"Cut him down, so we can make him eat it off the floor," said Denise, still holding me firmly. 

Kari grabbed some scissors and cut the twine.  I immediately fell to the floor.  Denise let go of my penis, but she continued to grip my ball sack as I fell face first to the floor, kneeling down next to me as I supplicated myself.  "Gobble that shit up, jackass!" she said laughing.

"Yeah EAT IT UP!" yelled Kari.  She stepped her dainty sandaled foot into some of the remnants and forced her shoe into my mouth.

"That's it, loser.  BOW to your Princesses," said Denise as she secured her thumb and forefinger neatly around the base of my sack and pulled back my penis painfully between my splayed legs.

I eagerly feasted on the nasty remnants of the hotdog.  There was no hesitation on my part.  Thanks to Denise, I was under severe duress and had no choice but to obey her and Kari's orders.  I felt the bits of hot dog, bun, and cum sloshing around in my mouth and again felt the gag reflex kick in.  Then I heard my dominant niece speak:

"Don't think for a moment I'm going to release your balls until you've finished your lunch."  She began flicking each nut with her free hand and urging me to "eat faster, FASTER!"

End of Part II – Part three coming soon

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