Driven Wild! (Jack Stalker and Lyndsey)

[Jack Stalker]

Driven Wild!​

As George White stood outside the door of his brother Tom's home, ringing the bell and awaiting a response, he thought back to the previous night. He figured that his brother was still out of town, but his twenty something Niece Rosie was in and that's what mattered. He wanted to see if she recalled what had happened last night... and even if she didn't, well, he was going to have to remind her because he had endured enough of her cock teasing body since returning to town. Now he was going to slake his thirst for it and give in to the lust which gripped him whenever he laid eyes on her flesh.

George had returned from two decades abroad building his fortune, choosing to return to the city he was born in to open a Nightclub. Things went great and he had reconnected with his brother easily, way more easily than he had thought after seeing his daughter Rosie. If he'd known what was waiting here he might have come back sooner, because she looked way hotter in the flesh than in the recent pictures he'd seen of her. He could hardly believe this was the same girl he'd bounced on his knee years back during his visits home. Now all he wanted to do was bounce her on his cock and wreck her flesh with his feverish lust. Rosie was a girl two decades younger than himself, with blonde hair, pouting lips and a body ripped from the pages of some supermodel fashion magazine. She was every mans fantasy in his eyes, and when he'd first seen the woman she'd grown into he'd gotten so hard that he thought he was going to blow his wad in his pants! After he recovered he wasn't able to take his eyes off her, spending way too much time hanging with his sibling on the loosest of pretences, simply to get more of a look at the cock teasing little slut that his brother had managed to raise away from his eyes for so many years.

Last night the grand opening of his new Club in the city, 'Wild Nights' had been an eye opener, as well as the final straw that had pushed him over the edge. The fact that she was his niece only made the thought of fucking her even more wicked, sinful, taboo and ultimately appealing... and thinking about fucking her was all he had been doing recently. The opening party at the club should have included Tom and his family. However there were last minute problems and his brother and his wife couldn't make it, something to do with 'her side of the family'. For some reason, though, Rosie had made it to the party, which suited George just fine. He spent half the night raping her with his eyes and the other half casually talking with her, when he wasn't too busy mingling and attending to his partners. As the hours passed by and the party bled deep into the A.M it soon looked to him like Rosie'd had a little too much to drink, so after handing over the reins to one of his assistants he'd offered to drive her home, escorting her outside to his black BMW and taking off for his brothers place. After a few minutes, watching her as she lounged in the back seat, lust and opportunity had overwhelmed reason and ethics. He could see she was at the very least a little tipsy and he knew that it wouldn't take much effort to take advantage of her. That’s what he told himself as he continued to rape her with his eyes, before escalating his looks of desire to some unashamed eye fucking as he watched her in the rear view mirror. Her sprayed on leggings and revealing top showed him a lot, but left him wanting to see more as he felt his cock swelling in his suit pants.

Eventually he could stand no more, pulling over into some random alley a good distance from where she was still living with her parents. He got out and quickly climbed in the rear of the car, he didn't need to say anything yet, simply sliding in next to her and letting the door slam behind him. He moved one hand to slide down her leggings, tenting them as his fingers sought out her cunt in a crude violation of her body. His fingers sliding down between her legs to stroke along the crease of her cunt, eager to feel her slit and discover how hot, wet, or greased with secretions it was. His other hand slid behind her neck, fisting in her hair as he looked into her eyes. "Tom's little girl, huh? I wonder how he'd feel if he knew his girl was a cock teasing little slut." he growled. "Why don't you take off those leggings Rosie, or at least pull them down. You'll be a lot more comfortable and I'll be able to give you what you clearly need, a good hard fucking from a man you've been eye fucking all night long. Every guy in that club wanted to fuck you to rags, but like most women you realised you don't want a boy, you don't want the safe option... you want to get fucked when it feels so wrong it has to be right." he hissed aggressively, pulling her lips towards his as he forced a finger into her cunt. "Give it up bitch. You know you want it. Tell me how much you fucking want it!"

 

[Lyndsey]

Rosie woke up and immediately grabbed at her head. "Oh shit, no," she said to herself as she rubbed her temples in vain to make the headache go away. It felt like her head was going to collapse in on herself. Using every bit of her strength she walked downstairs, grabbed a jug of water and returned to her bed. Well, returned to her bed after throwing a spare sheet over the window. The last thing she needed was sunlight making it worse. After downing a few glasses of water she threw the blanket over her head and closed her eyes.

No sooner were they shut when her mind was flooded with jumbled images of the night before. She remembered getting ready for the party. At least she hadn't lost the memory of the 10 minutes she spent getting those leggings on. She knew how she looked in them and that was mattered. Hell, she was always aware of how she looked, but more importantly, of how men looked at her. Barely past her teens, Rosie still hadn't discovered something that made her heart rush like knowing she could turn men's heads.

Memories of sitting at the bar and letting man after man take their shot at her were mostly there. A few faces didn't come right away. She turned them all away though. After taking the free drinks though. It was her uncle's club and she didn't need to pay in the first place, but that didn't matter. Each one was a little conquest. And she'd had plenty of conquests with how she had been dressed the night before.

Then images came she had no recollection of. So vague. Her in a nice car. A man climbing over her in the seat and touching her through her leggings. Just like in the memory a wanton moan escaped her lips. It had felt amazing. As the images continued to come her fingers moved down her body between her legs. One finger slid inside of her and then another as she recalled pulled down her leggings for the man. Why couldn't she remember his face? Not that it mattered. She could remember how he'd felt inside of her. "Holy fuck," she moaned, her fingers pumping inside of her frantically. "I want it, I want it so bad," she remembered saying the night before. "Please." A tear rolled down her cheek in desperation and she tried to bring herself off, her body disappointed it wasn't the mysterious man.

Just before finally managing to bring herself past the edge the doorbell range. "Oh shit," she gasped, pulling her fingers from herself with a whimper. Rosie hopped up and pushed the curtain of her window aside enough to look down. Uncle George. Silently she cursed herself for getting so shit faced at her Uncle's opening. That was gonna get back to dad. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her makeup from the night before was mushed, especially around the eyes. She briefly smiled to herself at how slutty it looked. Her hair was a hot mess and she was in just an oversized t shirt that barely covered her ass. As the doorbell rang again she decided it would have to be good enough. Rosie hopped down the stairs, turned the deadbolt and opened the door just halfway and looked out, trying to hide the bottom half of her. "Hey Uncle George. What's the emergency?"

 

[Jack Stalker]

As soon as he'd heard Rosie tell him how much she wanted it, George had wasted no time and driven his fingers into her tight cunt like they were a spare cock he was using for the purpose. His tongue drove into her mouth at the same time, forcing her lips apart and slashing against hers as he claimed her lips at the same time as defiling her tight young cunt. His fingers ploughed deep into her, his thumb forced itself up against her hood and throbbed against her clit with a circular motion, as his digits bathed in the wet heat which poured from her youthful quim. His lips seared hers and his tongue tasted the inside of her mouth, over and over again, as he felt his cock swell and stiffen in his pants. "That's right you little slut, I know you want it." he growled, shoving two fingers into her cunny and starting to curl them back, stroking her off from inside and out. He trailed his lips down from her mouth to her throat, kissing his way to her collar bone, before moving back up to kiss her lips again as he forced her back and to the side, stretching her out against the door and along the seat.

He shifted back, grabbing at her leggings and stripping them down her long incredible looking legs, taking a moment to simply admire them as he wrenched her tight pants down to her knees. He stripped them down her calves, slipping off her heels as he dragged them off first one foot then the other. "You spent all fucking night cock teasing everyone who went near you, well now you're going to find out what happens to teasing young sluts who think they can get away with that kind of behaviour without consequences." he hissed, grabbing one foot and lifting her leg around to his side so that he was nestled between her thighs now, looking down at her panties as he allowed his hands to slide and roam down her legs, from ankle to thigh and back again.

Once his roving hands were back close to him he simply shifted them to his waist and unzipped his pants, exposing his long thick member to view as his erection sprang forth to jut out in front of him. A rampant rod, thick of girth and streaked with veins, its head glistening with pre cum as it wept from the slit. "You need to open your legs now, bitch." he'd growled commandingly. He moved one hand to her throat, wrapping the fingers about it with a barely restarined power and a uncompromising confidence. His thumb brushing against her lips before it shifted to complete the grip that would let her know just who was in charge here in the back of his car. His other hand moved to her breasts to squeeze one of her tits through her top, fingers and thumb assaulting the nipple and twisting nd crushing it, as he waited for her to do as she was told. "This is where all that cock teasing you were doing pays off and you get your soaking, tight young cunt hammered, just the way you deserve." he snarled, before reaching down to take hold of the flimsy panties she wore and tear them away with a slow ripping sound that filled the car for a moment with the sound of depravity.

Looking at her now it all came flooding back. He placed a hand on the door, clearly intending to come inside. As he pushed it open and stepped inside he caught sight of what she was wearing and stopped, letting her see how his eyes fucked her from head to toe, burning lust clearly evident as he dragged his slow burning gaze up her legs and finally to her face. "Don't you remember why I'm here Rosie? We spoke together last night, you were little inebriated I believe. Drunk? Tipsy? You were certainly acting in a away which would have distressed Tom, that's for sure." he chuckled, the sound shifting to a more serious tone as his smile faded. "I left something around here last night, something that I need to get my hands on. Think back Rosie, I'm sure it will come to you exactly what it is I left here." he told her, stepping inside and closing the door behind him.

He could still smell her, taste her, feel her. This close to her he just wanted to pin her to the wall and go at it, fill her tight young cunt with his huge experienced cock and drill her, until her gash flooded and asked him with the hot juices flooding out of her wrecked flesh. "Don't you recall coming here by car." he smirked. He placed his hands on her shoulders, lightly pushing her back to against the wall as he stood next to her, dominating her with his height and presence. "By the way Rosie, what's your favourite room in the house? I don't think Tom ever gave me a complete tour." he asked nonchalantly, "I'm eager to see everything here."