Read Daddy's Masked Balls (Daddy Fantasies) Online
Authors: Amber Adams
Tags: #erotica, #erotic fiction, #oral sex, #explicit, #hardcore, #pseudoincest
Daddy's Masked Balls (Daddy Fantasies)
titles.
Milking His Mom,
Breeding His Sister
Breeding His
Sister's Girlfriend
Milking His Mom,
Breeding His Sister
Milking His Mom,
Breeding His Sister
Breeding His
Sister's Girlfriend
His Virgin Sister's
Graduation Present
Smashwords Edition. Copyright 2011 by Amber
Adams.
Tiffany heard naughty whispers about her
stepfather’s holiday parties. They said guests snuck off for orgies
and that her stepfather seduced young women. This year she intended
to attend the masked ball and see what really happened for
herself.
She’d fantasized about her stepfather for
years. Just how far could she go without revealing herself? Would
she cross the line?
Warning: This erotic
short story contains explicit sex between consenting adults. The
plot involves intercourse
between a woman and her
stepfather
.
All sexually active
characters are over the age of eighteen and are not biologically
related to one another.
Tiffany paid off the cab and got out just
short of her stepfather’s house. Okay, mansion. He had money and it
showed in the wide lawns stashed behind high stone walls, and the
building itself. It towered four stories into the air and held a
commanding view of the sea.
The finely worked stone had amazed her when
her mom married him during Tiffany’s junior year of high school.
The three years she’d lived there had been amazing. It was totally
different than growing up in the suburbs with a single mom. It
still upset her that they had divorced.
It thrilled her that her relationship with
Jeff hadn’t soured after the divorce. He still treated her exactly
the same way as he always had; like one of his own children, of
which he had several who were older than she was by half a decade.
He’d even footed the bill for Stanford, though she hadn’t asked him
to.
She turned right and walked down the wall
toward the ocean. She knew she should’ve called to tell him she was
coming, but curiosity had convinced her not to. There’d always been
rumors about his Halloween balls. That they were wild and exotic,
with even a hint of naughtiness going on, and she wanted to see for
herself.
Now, her mother had never accused him of
being unfaithful, so she doubted they could be as raunchy as some
of the stories she’d heard, but still, the thought of catching her
stepfather in a compromising situation made her pussy damp. He was
the very definition of handsome, and she’d had the hots for him
since day one.
Tiffany arrived at the smaller gate that
gave access to the beach after a few minutes of walking. He kept it
locked, of course, but she had a key. It opened silently when she
went in, a testament to the oil she had put on the hinges a few
months ago. Jeff said planning was the key to success, and she’d
listened. She always listened to him.
The flagstone path to the back of the house
was dark and winding, making its way through trees that were
downright spooky in the dark, but she knew the way by heart. Her
pulse pounded in her ears, but that just fit with the season.
She paused just inside the trees and watched
the guests drinking and talking on the patio. There must’ve been
fifty people in any number of costumes mixing there. No one seemed
to be involved in an orgy.
It only took a minute to make sure her wig
was secure and to put her veil on. In her opinion, the belly dancer
costume was perfect. It showed off her figure in the most
flattering way, but the numerous silk scarves left everything to
the imagination and kept her totally anonymous. Everyone would be
staring at her body, not her face. Hiding in plain sight.
With a deep breath, she walked up the path
and into the light. As she expected, no one paid her arrival any
more attention than watching a pretty girl. No cries about an
intruder. She’d read somewhere that the secret to looking like you
belonged somewhere was to act as if you did. Whoever said that was
right.
She nodded to the people as she passed them.
She recognized a few, though she didn’t know their names. They
seemed oblivious to her identity. Perfect.
The patio doors opened onto the grand
ballroom. Yes, that sounded ostentatious. And it was, but for the
wealthy, so many things were about showing status and success. In
high society, appearances had substance.
A number of couples filled the dance floor,
moving to the music provided by what she recognized as one of the
premiere string quartets in the state. The sound thrummed into her
soul and she had to pause and listen.
She spotted her stepfather wrapping up a
dance set with a young woman about her own age who was dressed as a
witch. She seemed to be trying to sweet talk him. Wrong tack. He
didn’t like wheedling.
As she expected, he shook his head, sending
her off in disappointment. Tiffany took advantage of the moment to
slip up beside him as the music started again, holding out her hand
as an offer.
His eyes made a slow trip down her body,
warming her with its caress. He took her hand and pulled her close.
“A belly dancer. Can you really dance?”
She moved her feet with the music. She
pitched her voice a little lower than normal and adopted a hint of
an East Indian accent. She’d gotten very good with it, thanks to
the tutelage of her roommate at Stanford, an exchange student from
the subcontinent.
“Of course, sir. Just not to this
music.”
They swung around as if someone had welded
them together, feet moving in sync with the music. He shook his
head. “No, you can dance to this music just fine. You’re a fabulous
dancer, Miss…”
“Call me India.”
His smile widened. “India, then. I don’t
think I’ve seen you at one of my parties before.”
She allowed her eyes to widen. “Your party?
You must be the formidable Jeffery Crandall, terror of the
boardroom.”
“I see my reputation has preceded me. I
promise that I won’t terrorize anyone tonight.”
“I’m reassured.” She turned slightly so that
her breast brushed his arm. His facial expression didn’t change,
but she could feel his body tense under her hands. He was very
aware of her as a woman. “I would be happy to prove my dancing
prowess, if you think the band can play an appropriate beat.”
“I’m sure they could play anything, but one
of the side rooms has a stereo system and I can download some
music, if you’re serious.”
Tiffany looked directly into his eyes. “I’m
very serious.”
They danced in silence for the rest of the
song. His hand on her waist sent heat radiating through her. The
idea of doing a totally sexy dance for her stepfather concentrated
it between her legs. That would almost certainly be all that took
place, dancing and lusting, but it would be enough.
He bowed to her as the music ended,
accepting her curtsey with a smile. “India, it was a lovely dance.
I would like to see you dance in the Middle Eastern style, if that
doesn’t make you too uncomfortable.”
“You can’t belly dance and be shy. It’s all
about being uninhibited.”
“And you’re uninhibited?”
She gave him a sultry look. “We’ll just have
to see who’s ready to stop first. I promise to stop when you hit
your limit.”
He laughed. “Well, I’ve been put in my
place. Now I
have
to see you dance.”
She followed him to one of the doors along
the edge of the ballroom. She was already familiar with what the
smaller room looked like, but looked around with pretend curiosity.
The room doubled as an annex to his personal library and a
comfortable place for him and male friends to smoke cigars. She had
always been astounded that he could get the smell out.
“Nice. I’ll need a clear place in the middle
of the room. If you can download any song, I have one in specific
I’d prefer.” She’d been practicing to it for months, ever since she
had the idea for the costume and started taking lessons.
He closed the door behind them, pulled the
furniture out of the way, and went to the stereo. “What song?”
She told him the name and performer. He
wouldn’t have any trouble finding it. While he downloaded it, she
limbered up a little more. She also worked on bringing her
excitement under control. This would only be a dance. He wouldn’t
really make a play for her, no matter how much she might wish he
would. At midnight, she’d reveal herself and things would be the
same between them.