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Standard warning: once again, please note the story tags. I recommend reading the first three chapters before proceeding, but it’s a free country. New tags in this chapter: a bit of food play. To be honest, though, the repeated ass-to-mouth is the star of the show. Enjoy, and stay kinky, y’all!

Sunday dinner:

Back in the kitchen, Frank brought out two expensive ribeye steaks, salt, pepper, asparagus, cremini mushrooms, a baguette, and a bottle of French wine. He noted with surprise that it was already 9pm; he had completely lost track of time over the course of the day’s adventures.

He turned on the broiler, poured the wine into two glasses, handed one to Maren, and gestured for her to sit at the kitchen island while he began preparing the food.

“Cheers, Maren,” he said, clinking his glass against hers. “Are you enjoying this weekend’s introduction to Freeuse?”

“Cheers, Uncle Frank! It’s a lot to take — my ass is still tingling — but it has all been very exciting.”

Maren took a sip of the wine. “Ooh, I like that! What is it?”

“It’s a 1982 Château Lynch-Bages Pauillac — quite a bit older than you are, but 1982 was a very good year for them, and it pairs very well with steak.

“This meal won’t take me long to prepare, but my hands will be busy, so you’ll have a brief break from any hands-on instruction. However, there’s no reason I can’t enjoy the sight of you. I want you to slip your dress down off one shoulder and take your arm fully out of that side, so that one breast is exposed — like a Greek statue.”

To her surprise, even though Maren had just spent over 24 hours nude, she found herself blushing as she exposed herself again.

“Lovely! I can’t think of a finer sight to encourage me as I cook.”

With that, Frank washed his hands and began prepping the vegetables and seasoning the meat. As he worked, Maren sipped at the expensive wine and marveled again at her good fortune. Uncle Frank had very clearly put a huge amount of thought and preparation into this weekend, and it had certainly paid off. The meals he had been serving her had all been amazing. More importantly, although she had found certain elements of Freeuse to be very embarrassing, they had all been exciting, and she had enjoyed the entire weekend so far — even when he’d had her perform acts she couldn’t believe, like drinking his piss, and eating the cum out of her ass.

Which reminded her — she couldn’t *believe* how good it had felt when he fucked her ass. As if echoing the memory, Maren’s anus involuntarily clamped down around the large steel plug that now occupied it. Surprisingly, it did not feel sore or uncomfortable, just full.

Suddenly, Maren felt her uncle’s hand cupping her bare breast, and she was brought back out of her reverie. She smelled the delicious aroma of seared meat, but the large cast iron pan was no longer on the stove — it must be in the broiler.

“Dinner in three minutes, my dear,” he said as he rubbed her suddenly hard nipple with the thumb of his left hand. “Are you hungry?”

“I’m… famished,” said Maren, who hadn’t realized until that moment just how hungry she was.

“That’s what I like to hear,” said Frank. Suddenly he drew her off the stool, kissed her deeply, and fingered her bare pussy underneath her dress. After about ten seconds he stopped, leaving her panting and breathless, while he got out plates and silverware. Opening up the oven, he took the steak and vegetables out from under the broiler and quickly plated them, then he started walking with the plates şişli esc to the dining room. “Bring the glasses and the wine please, Maren.”

Still feeling flushed, Maren grabbed the wine and the glasses and walked to the dining room. As she walked, the loose section of her dress reminded her of her half-topless state, but her full hands prevented her from covering up — even if she had wanted to.

Frank put his own plate at the head of the table and set Maren’s plate at the seat closest to him, with just the corner of the table between them.

“We’ll focus on our meal this time — I’m hungry too — but I want you to lift your dress up before you sit down, so that your bare ass is on the chair, and then turn your chair towards me and spread your legs. I want to admire your charms while you eat.”

Maren complied, and found herself blushing yet again. She had gotten used to being nude, but somehow sitting in a dress with one breast and her cunt out for her uncle to enjoy seemed even more revealing than not having that dress at all.

Frank refilled their glasses, sat down, and raised his glass to his niece. “Bon appétit!” Maren clinked his glass, took a sip, relaxed, and let both the wine and the embarrassment warm her body as she began to enjoy the delicious meal. Her bare breast was never mentioned, but Maren could almost feel his eyes regularly stray down to her chest, and his glance made her heart pound harder every time.

The food almost made Maren forget her partial nudity, though. She mused that Uncle Frank really could have been a professional chef, if he had wanted to. The steak was juicy, tender, and a perfect medium rare. The cremini mushrooms made a delicious topping. The asparagus was crispy but still juicy inside; the baguette was warm inside and crusty outside.

As they ate, Frank talked a bit about his business, and how he had achieved his success. Before long, though, he shifted the discussion back to Maren, and asked about her plans to be an artist. She told him about how inspired she had been the first time she had ever seen an exhibition of Renaissance art, and how one piece in particular jumped out at her: Franciabigio’s “Portrait of a Young Man Writing.”

Maren explained that she had been blown away at the thought that this young, handsome man had lived and died a full five centuries ago, and yet, in a certain way, he still lived on for the world to see and admire. Entranced with art’s ability to transcend time and mortality, Maren had on the spot decided to devote her own life to trying to capture the beauty around her.

Frank was not familiar with the painting, but he swiftly pulled it up on his tablet to see what she was talking about.

“You’re right, Maren,” he said. “There is something startlingly real about this model. He feels almost modern. And he’s undeniably handsome. But in terms of sheer attractiveness, he doesn’t hold a candle to you. Have you considered a self-portrait?”

At this, Frank walked over, took a mirror off the wall, and handed it to his niece. Maren involuntarily clamped down again on her steel buttplug as she took in her reflection: with her long, flowing hair, her red dress worn on one shoulder only, her other breast bared, and the bottom of her dress raised up to reveal her bare cunt between her spread legs, she looked like a sex goddess.

As she gazed in the mirror, Frank walked behind her so that he could see her reflection from the same angle she was seeing. He noted, with approval, a faint sheen of moisture on her nether lips.

Suddenly, taksim esc without warning, he slid his arms around her, plunged three fingers of one hand into her cunt, and roughly grabbed her exposed tit with the other. Maren’s body melted back into her uncle’s body. She instinctively turned her face back towards him, and was instantly met with a passionate kiss. She turned the rest of her body to face him, and spread her knees to either side of his hips.

Without breaking the kiss, Frank slipped his fingers out of her cunt, reached under her hips with both hands, lifted her up by her ass cheeks so that her body pressed against his in a tight hug, and carried her in that position to the unused portion of the dining room table.

He finally broke the kiss, as he quickly but gently laid her down on her back and folded her legs up until her knees brushed the sides of her tits. Then, pinning her legs in place with his left hand, he withdrew the steel buttplug with his right, pressed it through her yielding lips, and thrust his hard cock (Maren had not even noticed him unzip his fly, and yet it was exposed, erect and ready) deep into her bowels as she ran her tongue around the dirty plug.

This time, though, Frank did not start out slow and gentle, as he had that afternoon when he took her anal virginity. Thankfully, the larger plug he had given her after that session had kept her asshole more relaxed and open than the first plug. Even so, Maren felt her sphincter stretching painfully around her uncle’s cock as it plunged relentlessly in and out of her.

Fortunately, the excitement caused by her nudity and vulnerability and her uncle’s passion meant that the pain was outweighed by adrenaline and pleasure.

After a couple of dozen strokes, Frank quickly withdrew, spun his niece around on the table, took the plug out of her mouth, and plunged his cock inside, delighting in the thrill of seeing his pretty young niece clean her ass off his cock.

Frank proceeded to spin Maren back and forth as the mood struck him. The buttplug lay forgotten on the table, and both Frank and Maren lost track of time, as he alternated between fucking her asshole and her mouth. Frank did keep just enough of his wits about him enough to avoid thrusting too deeply into Maren’s mouth, though; she was still his beloved niece, and they had not yet worked on deep throat technique.

As he fucked her, Frank kept an eye on his niece’s reactions. Her actions depended on her position, of course, but between her moaning on his cock, grasping his hips, clutching the side of the table, caressing his balls, and even sneaking a finger into his ass, he could see that his own passion was fully reciprocated.

Eventually, when he could feel that the moment was right, he reached down and grazed her clit with his thumb while plunging his cock as deep in and out of her ass as he could. She instantly clamped her anus down on him and began to cum; the sensation took him over the edge as well, and he emptied himself deep inside her ass.

For some time, the two of them were too exhausted to say anything. Frank kept his cock buried deep inside his niece and rested his torso on her, as they panted and recovered.

Eventually, though, he straightened up; she was still lying on the dining room table, after all, and he had been bent over at a right angle, which is not the most restful position. Gently, he reached over, grabbed a saucer, and held it under his niece’s ass as he slowly pulled his cock out. Some of his cum immediately dribbled out topkapı escort behind it.

“Push the rest out now, there’s a good girl,” he said.

Obediently, Maren bore down and, despite her embarrassment at the rude noises that ensued, she did her best to push all her uncle’s cum out of her bowels and onto the plate.

With two fingers, Frank scooped the last of the cum out of the gorgeous, puffy red asshole in front of him, brought his fingers to Maren’s mouth for her to clean them off, picked up the forgotten buttplug, rubbed some butter on it, inserted it back in his niece’s sore hole, picked her up in his arms, and set her back down on her chair.

“That was great, Uncle Frank,” the girl murmured. “But I’m exhausted. You’ve worn me out.”

“That’s understandable, my dear,”he said as he zipped up his fly. “Let’s just have a quick dessert, and then it will be time for bed. Here, let’s finish off the wine.” Frank quickly divided the end of the Pauillac between the two glasses, and handed Maren’s back to her.

“Thank you!”

Frank carried his glass back to the kitchen, along with the plateful of mostly white cum, and started working at the stove. Maren followed behind slowly, carrying her own glass. She couldn’t quite see what he was doing, but after a few brief minutes she saw him grab a bottle of Grand Marnier and add it to the pan, and the aroma of oranges quickly filled the kitchen as he slid the contents of the pan onto two new plates.

“Crêpes Suzette!” he said with a flourish, as he set the plates on the table. Then, before Maren could even reach for her fork, Frank grabbed the plateful of cum and used a silicone spatula to carefully add it to the top of Maren’s crêpe.

“What are you doing, Uncle Frank?” she asked.

“Well now, my dear. As I explained this afternoon, many men enjoy making pretty girls eat anal creampies — and I’ll confess that I find it a bit titillating myself. I want you to be ready for the world outside when you leave my house this weekend. That said, the taste can be a bit strong, especially when a man cums as deep inside your ass as I just did. Eventually, you’re going to need to be able to eat it straight, but for tonight, I thought I’d serve it to you as a crêpe topping. It’ll certainly taste better on top of a crêpe than it ever will on its own.”

“Well, when you put it that way…” Maren said with a smile. She picked up her fork, cut off a bite, and began eating. As Frank ate his own crêpe, he enjoyed the show she was putting on for him — especially when she licked the slightly off-white topping off the top of a bite before eating it.

All too soon, though, the wine and the dessert were done, and Maren began to yawn.

“Time for bed, my girl,” said Frank. He swept her up into his arms and carried her to the bedroom. When he set her down next to the bed, she lifted her arms, and he lifted the red dress off her, leaving her naked once more. He admired her beautiful body as she got under the covers.

“I’ll just clean up from the meal, then I’ll come and join you in bed.”

“No, wait, I want a goodnight kiss before you go,” she said softly.

Frank leaned down close to kiss his niece’s beautiful lips.

“No, not that kind of kiss,” she whispered with a sleepy smile. “Turn around.”

Suddenly understanding, Frank stood up, turned his back to his niece, dropped his pants, bent over, and presented his bare ass to her.

Maren spread his cheeks with her hands, pressed her face forward, and planted a long, slow kiss directly on his asshole — even sneaking her tongue in a couple of times. Then she lay back on the pillow.

“G’night, Uncle Frank! I love you.”

“Good night, my dear,” he said with a smile, buckling up his pants again. “I love you too. See you in the morning.”

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