I didn’t tell anyone. I suppose I should have, only I never felt as if he forced me. He never once hurt me, and he didn’t penetrate me with his fingers… or anything else. And so I didn’t tell anyone.

The next day was a blur. Everything seemed to be a million miles away, moving at a hundred miles per hour, whilst I was standing still. I hadn’t even realized that school was over until I was standing on the corner, waiting for one of my parents to pick me up.

While I was making a detailed analysis of my pink Nike, a small black lotus pulled up. The top was up, but I recognized the car as it had picked me up before, when my parents couldn’t make it. I grimaced as the passenger door slid open. I went around the back of the car and rapped on the trunk, which opened with a ‘pop.’ Dropping my bag, I circled the car again and slid into the passenger seat.

“Hullo Uncle Jason,” I tried to sound chipper, but even I could hear the slight tremor in my voice. “Where’s Mum and Dad?”

Uncle Jason was straightening his tie in the mirror, one large hand still on the steering wheel. Oh yes, he liked control very much.

“Your mother is waiting for you at home,” he fixed me in place with his eyes. “I see you haven’t yet taken my advice about your skirt, Jinette.” I squeezed my eyes shut; maybe if I just didn’t look at him this would all be forgotten. I cracked one eye open. He was reaching over, and my heart was beating over time, his hand opened, and closed around the parking break, which he put down before starting the car. I took a gulf of air, and turned to look out of the window.

“Well Jinette, shall we see what else my little whore can do?” I could feel him smirking without turning around, and so I rested my head against the cool glass of the window. “Turn and look at me Jinette, its rude not to look at someone when they speak.” I didn’t want to turn. I didn’t want to know what else he wanted me to do, and yet, when he put a hand on my thigh, I turned. “Put your hand in my lap Jinette, like a good girl.” I shivered. How could someone so dirty have such a haltingly sexy voice? My hand trembled as I leaned over and put it in his lap.

It was easy to tell what kind of things he had been thinking. I could feel him, hard in his trousers, and as I went to snatch my hand away, I found it pinned between his hardness and his hand.

“Unzip me and take it out, little girl.” For a long while I watched out hands; one small one under a large one, before I tugged sharply, trying to take my hand back. He was faster, and had my hair in his hand, pulling tightly, eyes never leaving the road while the other hand steered. “Do it now, Jinette, don’t get me any angrier than I already am.” I shook at his words, obediently unzipping his pants, and sliding my hand into them. When my hand closed around him I was shocked at the girth of it. My fingers barely encircled his manhood as I struggled to free it from his suit pants. Once out, it stood erect, my hand still around.

“Now I want you to put those pretty little lips around my cock and make me cum.” His words startled me out of my stupor, and I let go of his cock, snatching my hand away as if it had been burned. The hand in my hair tightened, drawing a gasp from me. He pulled my head down towards his crotch.

“Come on Jinette, my little slut, show me how you lick your boyfriend’s cock.” By then my face was pushed against his cock, it slid across my closed mouth and then my cheek. He swore. “Open your mouth you little cunt, or I’ll spank that little ass of yours.” Just to make a point, his hand came down hard on the portion of my ass now in the air because of my precarious position. My mouth dropped open and the tip of his cock slid into it. “Lick it, whore, use your tongue.” At his insistence, I flicked my tongue towards it, and then back. I didn’t want to. The hand in my hair got tighter, then it wasn’t there.

“Perhaps,” he said as he looked down at me and then back at the road “You need some incentive?” I puzzled at his question, until the hand that had been in my hair slid down my back to my underwear. He pulled them to one side while his fingers found my clit and began rubbing. I gasped, which involuntarily caused my mouth to close around his cock. He laughed “Hit the right button, did I Jinette?” He rubbed my clit faster. I moaned, and he thrust upwards into my mouth. “Suck on it, whore, you want my cum in your pretty little mouth, don’t you?” His fingers left my clit, and his hand was on my head again, fisting in my hair, using it to push my head down, then pull it up. With one vicious movement, he forced my head down until my nose touched his balls. I could feel his cock pushing down into my throat, making me gag, as tears welled up in my eyes and then over flowed. I felt the car stopping, and went to lift my head, but he kept pushing me down again.

“We’re in your driveway Jinette. How do you think your mother would feel if she looked out the window and found you sucking on my cock? Would that turn her on or would she want to punish you? Maybe you should put in a little more effort, and I won’t accidentally slip and hit the horn.” I moaned, but began to suck a little harder, my tongue swirling around his cock as he began to thrust into me. I felt him enter my throat several times, causing my eyes to water as he fucked my mouth.

“Fuck Jinette, baby, that’s it.” He groaned, thrusting harder, and holding my head all the way down. “Fuck yeah,” he groaned as I felt something hot spew into my throat. I had to get it out – Id drown if I didn’t get it out. I pushed away from him, but he held me down “Swallow bitch, just swallow it.” And so I swallowed. After a few minutes he pulled out,  and I watched as a thin string of cum connected his cock to my mouth before it broke, and I was left with cum on my lips. He let go of the back of my head and I sat up to see my house in the front window of the car. I looked back down at his cock, glistening with a mixture of my spit and his cum.  He leaned back a little in his chair.

“Lick it clean Jinette.” He grinned at me, as if this was something I had signed on for, something I wouldn’t mind.

“What if my Mother comes out here?” I asked, hand on the door handle.

“She wont. She and your father left on a business trip. You’re staying with me for the weekend. Annalisa has gone to her mothers so your parents knew I wouldn’t mind someone around cooking meals.”