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Chapter 3: Uncle Zalman (Act 1)
The sun cast a warm glow over the quiet neighborhood as Lina made her way to Uncle Zalman’s house. It had been two weeks since Uncle Lim's massage shop she worked at closed for renovations, leaving her scrambling to find other ways to earn money. Her husband’s sporadic income as a laborer wasn’t enough to cover their bills, and Lina’s cheerful demeanor often masked the worry that gnawed at her.
When Uncle Zalman’s daughter approached her about providing daily massages for her elderly father, Lina had jumped at the opportunity. It was steady work, and the pay was decent. Besides, Uncle Zalman seemed like a kind old man, always greeting her with a warm smile and a grateful nod.
Today was her sixth session with him. The first five had been uneventful, just as she preferred. Lina prided herself on her professionalism, ensuring her massages were strictly thebangutic moving forward. Uncle Zalman had been nothing but respectful, his frail frame and injured hip making it clear he was in genuine need of her services.
She knocked on the door, her bag of massage oils slung over her shoulder, and waited patiently.
“Come in, Lina,” Uncle Zalman called out, his voice raspy but welcoming. Lina stepped inside, the familiar scent of his home a mix of old wood and faint incense greeting her. The living room was modest, with a worn couch and a small table cluttered with medications. Uncle Zalman sat in his recliner, his thin frame dbangd in a loose robe. His hip injury had him moving slowly, but he managed a smile as she entered.
“How are you feeling today, Uncle?” Lina asked, setting her bag down.
“Better, thanks to you,” he replied, patting the cushion beside him. “But my muscles are still tight. I’d appreciate your magic touch.” Lina nodded, her hands already moving to prepare the massage oil. She worked methodically, her fingers kneading his shoulders and back with practiced ease. Uncle Zalman sighed softly, his eyes closing as he relaxed into the massage. Lina’s mind wandered to her husband, wondering if he’d come home early tonight or if she’d find him passed out on the couch again. She pushed the thought away, focusing on her work.
As the session progressed, Uncle Zalman seemed more relaxed than usual. His breathing deepened, and his body felt heavier under her touch. Lina noticed but didn’t think much of it. She was used to clients falling asleep during massages. When she finished, she gently tapped his shoulder. “All done, Uncle. How do you feel?”
Uncle Zalman opened his eyes slowly, a strange glint in them that Lina didn’t quite catch. “Much better, thank you. You’re a lifesaver, Lina.”
“Glad to help,” she replied, packing up her things. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Wait,” he said, his voice suddenly firmer. Lina paused, turning to look at him. He reached for a glass on the table beside him. “I prepared some tea. It’s herbal, good for relaxation. Would you like some?” Lina hesitated. She rarely accepted drinks from clients, but Uncle Zalman seemed so sincere. “Alright, thank you,” she said, taking the glass. The tea was warm and slightly bitter, but she sipped it politely, not wanting to offend him.
Minutes passed, and Lina felt a strange warmth spreading through her body. It wasn’t unpleasant, but it was unfamiliar. Her cheeks flushed, and her heart began to race. She set the glass down, suddenly feeling lightheaded. “Uncle, I—I think I should go,” she stammered, her voice unsteady. “What—what’s happening to me?” she murmured, her hands trembling as she pressed them to her temples.
Uncle Zalman’s expression softened, his tone calming. “Here, let me help you. Come, sit down.” He guided her to the couch, his hand firm on her elbow. Lina felt lightheaded, her vision blurring at the edges. The room seemed to spin, and she leaned against him, her body heavy and unresponsive.
"Easy now,” he cooed, his voice low and soothing. “You’re just a bit overheated. Let’s get you somewhere cooler.” Before Lina could protest, he had her in his arms, carrying her down the hallway to his bedroom. His movements deliberate despite his supposed injury. The door clicked shut behind them, and the lock turned with a soft snick. Lina’s heart raced, her mind clouded by the effects of the drink. She tried to speak, but her words came out slurred, her body limp in his grasp.
Uncle Zalman set her down on the edge of the bed, his eyes devouring her. “You’re so beautiful, Lina,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. “I’ve wanted you from the moment you first came to my house.”
Lina’s eyes widened in shock, but her body refused to obey her. She tried to push him away, but her arms felt like lead, her movements sluggish. Uncle Zalman took advantage of her weakened state, his hands moving with deliberate intent. He tugged at the neckline of her dress, exposing the swell of her cleavage. Lina gasped, her chest heaving as he leaned in, his lips pressing against her soft skin.
“No… stop,” she murmured, her voice barely audible. But her protests were feeble, her body betraying her as it responded to his touch. Uncle Zalman’s hands roamed freely, his fingers tracing the curves of her breasts before cupping them firmly. He squeezed, his thumbs brushing against her hardening nipples, and Lina moaned despite herself, her head falling back as pleasure warred with fear.
“Don’t worry, Lina,” he said, his voice smooth. “I’m here to take care of you.”
Her loose clothing fell away, exposing her slender frame and the curves she usually kept hidden. Her breasts, full and perky, rose and fell with her rapid breaths, her nipples tightening as the cool air touched them.
“So beautiful,” Uncle Zalman murmured, his eyes tracing her body with a hunger that made her stomach twist. Lina tried to push him away, but her movements were weak, her protests muffled. “Please, Uncle, stop,” she whimpered, her voice laced with desperation.
His mouth descended, sucking one nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it. Lina’s breath hitched, her body arching involuntarily as waves of sensation washed over her. She tried to resist, but the aphrodisiac had her senses reeling, her willpower crumbling under his relentless assault.
Lina’s eyes fluttered closed as his touch sent waves of pleasure through her. She was trapped between her conservative nature and the overwhelming sensations flooding her body. Her mind screamed for her to resist, but her body seemed to have a mind of its own, responding to his touch with a hunger she couldn’t deny.
Uncle Zalman’s fingers traced the edge of her panties, his touch teasing and deliberate. Lina’s breath hitched as he slipped them down her legs, baring her completely. Her cheeks burned with shame, but her body arched subtly, seeking more contact. He smiled, his eyes dark with desire, and leaned down, his lips pressing softly against her inner thigh.
Lina gasped, her hands clutching the cushion as a jolt of pleasure shot through her. Her mind was a whirlwind of confusion and desire, her body betraying her at every turn. Uncle Zalman’s touch was skilled, his mouth and hands working in tandem to unravel her inhibitions. She felt herself surrendering, her protests fading into soft moans as he explored her with a hunger that matched her own hidden desires.
As his lips hovered over her core, Lina’s breath caught in her throat. Her body was on fire, every nerve ending alive and aching for release. She knew she should stop him, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, she found herself tilting her hips, seeking his touch, her body betraying her mind’s desperate pleas.
Uncle Zalman’s lips curved into a satisfied smile as he leaned in, his breath ghosting over her most sensitive spot. Lina’s eyes widened, her hands gripping the couch as anticipation coiled tightly within her. The room was thick with tension, the air heavy with the scent of her arousal and the sound of her ragged breaths.
And then, his lips touched her, soft and warm, sending a shockwave of pleasure through her. Lina’s back arched, a strangled cry escaping her lips as her body surrendered completely. Her mind was a blank slate, all rational thought erased by the overwhelming sensations flooding her.
Uncle Zalman’s touch was relentless, his tongue and fingers working in perfect harmony to push her closer to the edge. Lina’s body trembled, her muscles tightening as pleasure built to an unbearable peak. She was lost, her conservative nature shattered by the intensity of her desire.
As her orgasm crashed over her, Lina’s voice broke, her cries filling the room. Her body shook, every muscle clenching as wave after wave of pleasure washed through her. Uncle Zalman held her firmly, his hands guiding her through the storm, his lips never leaving her skin.
When it finally subsided, Lina lay limp, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her mind was a blur, her body still buzzing with the aftermath of her release. Uncle Zalman leaned over her, his expression triumphant yet tender. “You’re incredible, Lina,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
Lina’s eyes fluttered open, her gaze meeting his. Her cheeks burned with shame, but there was something else there too, a flicker of desire she couldn’t deny. Her body felt heavy, sated, but her mind was a storm of conflicting emotions. Uncle Zalman’s hand cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing her lips gently. “Don’t fight it, Lina,” he said, his voice low and persuasive. “Let yourself feel”
Lina’s breath hitched as his words sank in. Her body was still humming with pleasure, her mind clouded by the aphrodisiac and the intensity of her orgasm. She knew she should resist, should push him away, but the thought felt distant, almost irrelevant.
His lips descended upon hers, soft and insistent, and Lina found herself responding, her hands moving to his shoulders. His kiss was deep and hungry, his tongue tangling with hers as he pulled her closer.
Lina’s body molded to his, her curves pressing against his frame, her breasts flush against his chest. As his hands roamed over her, Lina felt a surge of desire, her body craving more. Her mind was a mess, her conservative nature warring with the primal need coursing through her. Uncle Zalman’s touch was addictive, his kisses intoxicating, and Lina found herself surrendering to the moment, her inhibitions crumbling under the weight of her arousal.
His hands moved lower, slipping between her thighs, and Lina gasped into his kiss, her body arching into his touch. She was lost, her mind a blank canvas as pleasure consumed her. Uncle Zalman’s fingers were skilled, his touch sending her spiraling once more, her body tightening as she teetered on the edge of another orgasm.
And then, his lips left hers, trailing down her neck, her chest, his hands guiding her legs apart. Lina’s breath quickened, her heart pounding in her chest as she realized what was about to happen. Her mind screamed for her to stop, but her body was beyond her control, her desire overwhelming.
Uncle Zalman pulled away, his eyes dark with desire as he undressed himself. Lina’s gaze fell to his erect cock, thick and throbbing, and her breath caught in her throat.
He loomed over her, his hands gripping her hips as he positioned himself between her legs. “Suck it,” he commanded, his voice rough. Lina’s eyes widened, but her body obeyed, her hands reaching out to grasp his shaft. She hesitated, her lips brushing against the head, before she opened her mouth and took him in. Uncle Zalman groaned, his hands tangling in her hair as he guided her movements. “That’s it, Lina. Take it all.”
She gagged slightly, her throat constricting around his length, but he didn’t relent, thrusting deeper until her nose pressed against his coarse pubic hair. Tears pricked at her eyes, but the pleasure was undeniable, her body responding despite her mind’s protests.
Uncle Zalman pulled away, his breath ragged. “Enough. I need to be inside you.”
He positioned himself at her entrance, his hands gripping her hips as he pushed forward. Lina gasped, her body stretching to accommodate his size. He filled her completely, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, before he quickened his pace, his hips snapping against hers. “You feel so good,” he growled, his voice hoarse with need.
As their pace quickened, Lina felt herself losing control, her body spiraling toward another climax. Uncle Zalman’s hands gripped her hips, his movements urgent and desperate, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Lina’s nails dug into his shoulders, her body arching into his as pleasure built to an unbearable peak.
Uncle Zalman held her down, his weight pinning her as he fucked her with abandon. He switched positions, pulling her onto her hands and knees for a rough doggy style, her breasts swaying with each thrust.
“You’re mine now,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. He gripped her hips tightly, his thrusts relentless, before spinning her around for a standing variation, her back pressed against his chest. Lina’s legs trembled, her body on the brink of collapse, but he didn’t stop, his cock pounding into her without mercy.
Finally, with a guttural groan, Uncle Zalman reached his peak, his seed spilling deep inside her. Lina’s body shuddered, her own orgasm tearing through her, a mix of pleasure and despair. He collapsed beside her, his breathing heavy, his hand stroking her hair as if to soothe her.
For a moment, there was only silence, the air thick with the scent of their passion. Lina’s body felt heavy, sated, but her mind was a storm of conflicting emotions. Shame and desire warred within her, her conservative nature at odds with the primal need that still lingered.
Uncle Zalman rolled off her, his hand brushing her hair gently. “You’re incredible, Lina,” he murmured, his voice laced with satisfaction. “I’ve wanted this for so long.” Lina’s cheeks burned, her body still buzzing with the aftermath of their encounter. She knew she should say something, but one thing was clear: her life had changed forever.
The sun cast a warm glow over the quiet neighborhood as Lina made her way to Uncle Zalman’s house. It had been two weeks since Uncle Lim's massage shop she worked at closed for renovations, leaving her scrambling to find other ways to earn money. Her husband’s sporadic income as a laborer wasn’t enough to cover their bills, and Lina’s cheerful demeanor often masked the worry that gnawed at her.
When Uncle Zalman’s daughter approached her about providing daily massages for her elderly father, Lina had jumped at the opportunity. It was steady work, and the pay was decent. Besides, Uncle Zalman seemed like a kind old man, always greeting her with a warm smile and a grateful nod.
Today was her sixth session with him. The first five had been uneventful, just as she preferred. Lina prided herself on her professionalism, ensuring her massages were strictly thebangutic moving forward. Uncle Zalman had been nothing but respectful, his frail frame and injured hip making it clear he was in genuine need of her services.
She knocked on the door, her bag of massage oils slung over her shoulder, and waited patiently.
“Come in, Lina,” Uncle Zalman called out, his voice raspy but welcoming. Lina stepped inside, the familiar scent of his home a mix of old wood and faint incense greeting her. The living room was modest, with a worn couch and a small table cluttered with medications. Uncle Zalman sat in his recliner, his thin frame dbangd in a loose robe. His hip injury had him moving slowly, but he managed a smile as she entered.
“How are you feeling today, Uncle?” Lina asked, setting her bag down.
“Better, thanks to you,” he replied, patting the cushion beside him. “But my muscles are still tight. I’d appreciate your magic touch.” Lina nodded, her hands already moving to prepare the massage oil. She worked methodically, her fingers kneading his shoulders and back with practiced ease. Uncle Zalman sighed softly, his eyes closing as he relaxed into the massage. Lina’s mind wandered to her husband, wondering if he’d come home early tonight or if she’d find him passed out on the couch again. She pushed the thought away, focusing on her work.
As the session progressed, Uncle Zalman seemed more relaxed than usual. His breathing deepened, and his body felt heavier under her touch. Lina noticed but didn’t think much of it. She was used to clients falling asleep during massages. When she finished, she gently tapped his shoulder. “All done, Uncle. How do you feel?”
Uncle Zalman opened his eyes slowly, a strange glint in them that Lina didn’t quite catch. “Much better, thank you. You’re a lifesaver, Lina.”
“Glad to help,” she replied, packing up her things. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Wait,” he said, his voice suddenly firmer. Lina paused, turning to look at him. He reached for a glass on the table beside him. “I prepared some tea. It’s herbal, good for relaxation. Would you like some?” Lina hesitated. She rarely accepted drinks from clients, but Uncle Zalman seemed so sincere. “Alright, thank you,” she said, taking the glass. The tea was warm and slightly bitter, but she sipped it politely, not wanting to offend him.
Minutes passed, and Lina felt a strange warmth spreading through her body. It wasn’t unpleasant, but it was unfamiliar. Her cheeks flushed, and her heart began to race. She set the glass down, suddenly feeling lightheaded. “Uncle, I—I think I should go,” she stammered, her voice unsteady. “What—what’s happening to me?” she murmured, her hands trembling as she pressed them to her temples.
Uncle Zalman’s expression softened, his tone calming. “Here, let me help you. Come, sit down.” He guided her to the couch, his hand firm on her elbow. Lina felt lightheaded, her vision blurring at the edges. The room seemed to spin, and she leaned against him, her body heavy and unresponsive.
"Easy now,” he cooed, his voice low and soothing. “You’re just a bit overheated. Let’s get you somewhere cooler.” Before Lina could protest, he had her in his arms, carrying her down the hallway to his bedroom. His movements deliberate despite his supposed injury. The door clicked shut behind them, and the lock turned with a soft snick. Lina’s heart raced, her mind clouded by the effects of the drink. She tried to speak, but her words came out slurred, her body limp in his grasp.
Uncle Zalman set her down on the edge of the bed, his eyes devouring her. “You’re so beautiful, Lina,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. “I’ve wanted you from the moment you first came to my house.”
Lina’s eyes widened in shock, but her body refused to obey her. She tried to push him away, but her arms felt like lead, her movements sluggish. Uncle Zalman took advantage of her weakened state, his hands moving with deliberate intent. He tugged at the neckline of her dress, exposing the swell of her cleavage. Lina gasped, her chest heaving as he leaned in, his lips pressing against her soft skin.
“No… stop,” she murmured, her voice barely audible. But her protests were feeble, her body betraying her as it responded to his touch. Uncle Zalman’s hands roamed freely, his fingers tracing the curves of her breasts before cupping them firmly. He squeezed, his thumbs brushing against her hardening nipples, and Lina moaned despite herself, her head falling back as pleasure warred with fear.
“Don’t worry, Lina,” he said, his voice smooth. “I’m here to take care of you.”
Her loose clothing fell away, exposing her slender frame and the curves she usually kept hidden. Her breasts, full and perky, rose and fell with her rapid breaths, her nipples tightening as the cool air touched them.
“So beautiful,” Uncle Zalman murmured, his eyes tracing her body with a hunger that made her stomach twist. Lina tried to push him away, but her movements were weak, her protests muffled. “Please, Uncle, stop,” she whimpered, her voice laced with desperation.
His mouth descended, sucking one nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it. Lina’s breath hitched, her body arching involuntarily as waves of sensation washed over her. She tried to resist, but the aphrodisiac had her senses reeling, her willpower crumbling under his relentless assault.
Lina’s eyes fluttered closed as his touch sent waves of pleasure through her. She was trapped between her conservative nature and the overwhelming sensations flooding her body. Her mind screamed for her to resist, but her body seemed to have a mind of its own, responding to his touch with a hunger she couldn’t deny.
Uncle Zalman’s fingers traced the edge of her panties, his touch teasing and deliberate. Lina’s breath hitched as he slipped them down her legs, baring her completely. Her cheeks burned with shame, but her body arched subtly, seeking more contact. He smiled, his eyes dark with desire, and leaned down, his lips pressing softly against her inner thigh.
Lina gasped, her hands clutching the cushion as a jolt of pleasure shot through her. Her mind was a whirlwind of confusion and desire, her body betraying her at every turn. Uncle Zalman’s touch was skilled, his mouth and hands working in tandem to unravel her inhibitions. She felt herself surrendering, her protests fading into soft moans as he explored her with a hunger that matched her own hidden desires.
As his lips hovered over her core, Lina’s breath caught in her throat. Her body was on fire, every nerve ending alive and aching for release. She knew she should stop him, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, she found herself tilting her hips, seeking his touch, her body betraying her mind’s desperate pleas.
Uncle Zalman’s lips curved into a satisfied smile as he leaned in, his breath ghosting over her most sensitive spot. Lina’s eyes widened, her hands gripping the couch as anticipation coiled tightly within her. The room was thick with tension, the air heavy with the scent of her arousal and the sound of her ragged breaths.
And then, his lips touched her, soft and warm, sending a shockwave of pleasure through her. Lina’s back arched, a strangled cry escaping her lips as her body surrendered completely. Her mind was a blank slate, all rational thought erased by the overwhelming sensations flooding her.
Uncle Zalman’s touch was relentless, his tongue and fingers working in perfect harmony to push her closer to the edge. Lina’s body trembled, her muscles tightening as pleasure built to an unbearable peak. She was lost, her conservative nature shattered by the intensity of her desire.
As her orgasm crashed over her, Lina’s voice broke, her cries filling the room. Her body shook, every muscle clenching as wave after wave of pleasure washed through her. Uncle Zalman held her firmly, his hands guiding her through the storm, his lips never leaving her skin.
When it finally subsided, Lina lay limp, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her mind was a blur, her body still buzzing with the aftermath of her release. Uncle Zalman leaned over her, his expression triumphant yet tender. “You’re incredible, Lina,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
Lina’s eyes fluttered open, her gaze meeting his. Her cheeks burned with shame, but there was something else there too, a flicker of desire she couldn’t deny. Her body felt heavy, sated, but her mind was a storm of conflicting emotions. Uncle Zalman’s hand cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing her lips gently. “Don’t fight it, Lina,” he said, his voice low and persuasive. “Let yourself feel”
Lina’s breath hitched as his words sank in. Her body was still humming with pleasure, her mind clouded by the aphrodisiac and the intensity of her orgasm. She knew she should resist, should push him away, but the thought felt distant, almost irrelevant.
His lips descended upon hers, soft and insistent, and Lina found herself responding, her hands moving to his shoulders. His kiss was deep and hungry, his tongue tangling with hers as he pulled her closer.
Lina’s body molded to his, her curves pressing against his frame, her breasts flush against his chest. As his hands roamed over her, Lina felt a surge of desire, her body craving more. Her mind was a mess, her conservative nature warring with the primal need coursing through her. Uncle Zalman’s touch was addictive, his kisses intoxicating, and Lina found herself surrendering to the moment, her inhibitions crumbling under the weight of her arousal.
His hands moved lower, slipping between her thighs, and Lina gasped into his kiss, her body arching into his touch. She was lost, her mind a blank canvas as pleasure consumed her. Uncle Zalman’s fingers were skilled, his touch sending her spiraling once more, her body tightening as she teetered on the edge of another orgasm.
And then, his lips left hers, trailing down her neck, her chest, his hands guiding her legs apart. Lina’s breath quickened, her heart pounding in her chest as she realized what was about to happen. Her mind screamed for her to stop, but her body was beyond her control, her desire overwhelming.
Uncle Zalman pulled away, his eyes dark with desire as he undressed himself. Lina’s gaze fell to his erect cock, thick and throbbing, and her breath caught in her throat.
He loomed over her, his hands gripping her hips as he positioned himself between her legs. “Suck it,” he commanded, his voice rough. Lina’s eyes widened, but her body obeyed, her hands reaching out to grasp his shaft. She hesitated, her lips brushing against the head, before she opened her mouth and took him in. Uncle Zalman groaned, his hands tangling in her hair as he guided her movements. “That’s it, Lina. Take it all.”
She gagged slightly, her throat constricting around his length, but he didn’t relent, thrusting deeper until her nose pressed against his coarse pubic hair. Tears pricked at her eyes, but the pleasure was undeniable, her body responding despite her mind’s protests.
Uncle Zalman pulled away, his breath ragged. “Enough. I need to be inside you.”
He positioned himself at her entrance, his hands gripping her hips as he pushed forward. Lina gasped, her body stretching to accommodate his size. He filled her completely, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, before he quickened his pace, his hips snapping against hers. “You feel so good,” he growled, his voice hoarse with need.
As their pace quickened, Lina felt herself losing control, her body spiraling toward another climax. Uncle Zalman’s hands gripped her hips, his movements urgent and desperate, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Lina’s nails dug into his shoulders, her body arching into his as pleasure built to an unbearable peak.
Uncle Zalman held her down, his weight pinning her as he fucked her with abandon. He switched positions, pulling her onto her hands and knees for a rough doggy style, her breasts swaying with each thrust.
“You’re mine now,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. He gripped her hips tightly, his thrusts relentless, before spinning her around for a standing variation, her back pressed against his chest. Lina’s legs trembled, her body on the brink of collapse, but he didn’t stop, his cock pounding into her without mercy.
Finally, with a guttural groan, Uncle Zalman reached his peak, his seed spilling deep inside her. Lina’s body shuddered, her own orgasm tearing through her, a mix of pleasure and despair. He collapsed beside her, his breathing heavy, his hand stroking her hair as if to soothe her.
For a moment, there was only silence, the air thick with the scent of their passion. Lina’s body felt heavy, sated, but her mind was a storm of conflicting emotions. Shame and desire warred within her, her conservative nature at odds with the primal need that still lingered.
Uncle Zalman rolled off her, his hand brushing her hair gently. “You’re incredible, Lina,” he murmured, his voice laced with satisfaction. “I’ve wanted this for so long.” Lina’s cheeks burned, her body still buzzing with the aftermath of their encounter. She knew she should say something, but one thing was clear: her life had changed forever.
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