You Give Love (and Filipinas) a Bad Name

by George Foxx

Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft, Consensual, Mind Control, Romantic, Heterosexual, Fiction, Interracial, White Male, Oriental Female, Cream Pie, First, Lactation, Oral Sex, Petting, Pregnancy, Safe Sex, Small Breasts, .

Desc: Romantic Sex Story: Jonnie has Uncle George twisted around her little finger, or does she?

There are some telepathic conversations in this story. In order to make these conversations easier to follow, each character’s thoughts are in italics.

Jonnie looked at me confidently. “You like to look at me. I don’t care, and I won’t complain to my mom as long as you buy me some of the things I want,” She said.

Jonnie was the daughter of a friend. She was fifteen, slim but not skinny. She had long, straight black hair and a face that was somewhere between pretty and breathtakingly beautiful.

Jonnie didn’t look like most cute Filipinas. She had an exotic look, perhaps more typical of a beautiful Chinese girl. She was tall for her age, about five feet, five inches. That gave her lovely long legs. They looked spectacular when she wore short shorts. I’d never seen her in a really tiny mini-skirt, but I often daydreamed about what it would be like to caress her slender thighs and work my hand up to her honeypot.

Jonnie often spent her school vacations at my house because her mom worked two or three jobs. Her mom was never home, and often didn’t buy groceries.

Jonnie had gotten used to spending her vacations with me, and she had also gotten pretty adept at getting me to buy her things.

Unfortunately for her, she had ignored me after I sent her money for school, and I realized she just paid attention to me when she wanted something.

I have to confess to perving out over her. While we often pretended she was my adopted daughter, I was definitely in lust with the teenager. When she was out of the house to go to the mall, I had gone in her room and checked out her clothes. From the tags on her bras and my trusty tape measure, I had figured out her measurements were about 29 B – 20 – 28. I love slim, trim, girls, and I wished I was a hunky guy a year or two older than Jonnie so I could chase and more importantly catch her.

“So you buy me something nice, and I let you look at me and take pictures of me in my bikini. Buy me something nicer, and I let you see me in my sexiest bra and panties. Buy me a ticket to see Justin Bieber, and I will take off my bra for you and let you take pictures of me topless. Take me to the concert, buy me some Bieber stuff, and I’ll let you see me naked and I’ll pose any way you want me to and you can take all the pics you want,” Jonnie said.

Jonnie had gotten really good at pretending she liked me, cuddling up to me, and giving me just enough affectionate daughter type body contact to fuel my fantasies.

Jonnie smiled at me and said, “When I’m eighteen, if you agree to take care of me the way I want to be taken care of financially and give me the life style I want, I’ll let you kiss me, fondle my tits, suck my nipples and go down on me. If you can make me cum from eating me out, I’ll let you put your cock in me. If you can live with yourself for buying a girl, you can use my body. I have to warn you, I think I’m frigid. I’ve never had a sexual desire in my life, and no amount of masturbation brings me any pleasure or even sexual feelings. That bi girlfriend who was crushing on me nearly got suicidal because when I finally let her eat me, she couldn’t even get me excited, let alone make me cum.

“So are you tough enough to tolerate total failure, and do you have enough money to afford me?” Jonnie taunted me.

I was so angry because of her hard, mercenary attitude, that I was shaking inside, but I controlled my face and body so she couldn’t read me. My rage triggered something inside me, and suddenly I was in Jonnie’s mind, hearing her thoughts as she had them.

Jonnie: He’s so big, I better be careful and not ridicule him. If I push him too far, he could hurt me. Besides, it would be totally worth it to let him paw me if I don’t have to work and can have all the pretty clothes I want, new phone every year, and maybe even a car someday. I really do appreciate him helping me afford private school. I don’t have to be in love with him to enjoy having him hug me, kiss me, and treat me like his daughter.

It was interesting to know she wasn’t totally sociopathic. I reached out from my place in her brain and whispered, Uncle George: “There’s no need to fight him. You don’t have to act so hard to him. Let him touch you and make love to you now. Hell, you might enjoy it, and it will motivate him to take you to see Bieber.”

I watched Jonnie’s face closely. Her expression softened, and she cuddled up to me. She took one of my hands and guided it to her breast.

“I’m sorry Uncle George. I shouldn’t act bratty with you. Let me show you what a loving daughter I can be. You’ll have fun making me happy, and I’ll be a good girl and let it be lots of fun for you,” Jonnie said.

I smiled as a puzzled and then a hostile look came over her face.

Jonnie: How the hell did he do that to me? I really planned to torture him and make his life miserable while giving him what he’s wanted since he first saw me when I was ten. Ever since I read that FemDom story, I’ve felt like being a royal bitch, and because he’s in love with me, and he’s not supposed to be, it’s like there is a target painted on him. Why do I want to torture him, when he’s been nothing but nice to me, aside from being kinda pervy?

From my perch inside her brain I spoke to her calmly. Uncle George: Jonnie, this is Uncle George. You were about to do bad things that would make you very unhappy for the rest of your life. I’m going to help you learn to be a good girl. You will not do or say any of the nasty bitchy things you think of. If you do, you will feel very sad and unhappy, plus you will have a headache so bad, it will feel like your eyeballs are bleeding. Every time you are a good girl and do something kind for me or make me happy, you will feel happier than you have ever felt before. You will know I’m guiding your thoughts. You will try to fight me at times, but you will soon stop trying, because you will never win.

Jonnie: How in the world did you get control of my mind?

Uncle George: Don’t worry about that, it will just give you a headache. Just think about how much more fun we can have when you are a good girl than if you try to be a naughty bitch.

“Let’s go buy you some pretty, sexy clothes so I can really enjoy looking at you, and especially undressing you. You’ll like it too because it will make you feel pretty, grown up, and sexy to wear them for me,” I said.

“I’d like that a lot,” Jonnie said, giving me a smile and a hug.

I took her to MegaMall, just off EDSA in Manila and we picked out very sexy lingerie for her at Victoria’s Secret and a few totally risqué pieces at an independent lingerie store in the mall.

I took her to some upscale teen shops and we bought her some pretty clothes to wear to go out with me and some sexy clothes for her to wear around the house, solely to show off her body for my enjoyment.

When we got home I planted the thought in Jonnie’s mind: Jonnie: It would really make Uncle George happy if I modeled all the pretty new clothes he bought me. I want to see if my pussy will get wet if I take off the bra for each matching set and show off my body in just my panties. I think it would be pretty exciting to make Uncle George get hard for me. I’ll just strip right now and start putting on things to model. After all, I will be making love with Uncle George no later than tonight, so why be shy and waste time with changing in another room?

“Uncle George, why don’t you sit on the couch, and I’ll model the pretty things you bought me,” Jonnie said.

Jonnie stripped naked and got a pretty bra and panty set out of the VS bag. She wiggled into the translucent, sunny yellow, semi-sheer panties and cradled her firm breasts in the cups of the push-up bra before she deftly fastened the two rows of hooks and eyes behind her back. She adjusted the shoulder straps, then turned to me and said, “Is it as pretty on me as it was on the mannequin in the store?

“There’s no comparison dear. On the mannequin, it shows potential. On your lovely body, its potential is fully realized.”

Jonnie: You are going to be sweet to me, even though you control my mind? No making me do degrading things, no humiliating me? If I’d been able to dominate you, I would have humiliated you. I would have made fun of your cock and made you watch me fuck a guy with a huge dick and ridiculed you about how your little thing couldn’t possibly satisfy me. I might have made him fuck your ass, or at the very least I would have pegged you with a brutally big dildo.

Uncle George: I don’t get off on that kind of stuff. If I get what I want and you try to be a good girl for me, I won’t need to punish you. Helping you feel pretty and sexy will be more helpful in getting what I want than humiliation and ridicule.

Jonnie: What do you want Uncle George?

Uncle George: You’ll know before tonight night is through.

Jonnie posed for me, and I took pics. She smiled at me and took off the bra. She posed for me in just her panties, and I took more pics.

Jonnie took off the panties and put them in a pile with the bra. She looked in the bag and pulled out a pale blue set. The panties were more transparent than the yellow ones. She squirmed into the panties and cradled her breasts in the bra as before. This time she did different poses. I clicked away as she displayed her teenage body to my hungry gaze. When I told her I had enough pics, she reached behind her back and unfastened her bra. She put it in the pile, then posed for me in just the panties.

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