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  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.

  Daddy’s Masked Balls

  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 h
ead. “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.

  “Found it.”

  “Then get it playing on loop and have a seat.” She took a set of small cymbals from her purse and slipped them onto her thumbs and index fingers.

  Her hips started to move as soon as the bold music flowed from the speakers. She closed her eyes and she swayed with the beat, her arms rising. The high, sweet sound her cymbals joined the tune, almost of their own accord.

  Tiffany watched her stepfather’s face as she danced. His expression gave nothing away, but his posture told her he was mesmerized. His hands rested on his knees, but they moved with the music.

  She swung into action, swaying her hips with the music. When she turned her back to him, she knew his eyes were on her ass. That was the whole purpose of the movement, after all.

  The scarves protecting her modesty came off, one by one, as the tempo built. First her stomach was exposed, then her chest. Fabric concealed the most intimate parts of her anatomy, but that only enhanced the eroticism. By the time the music started over, she was down to one scarf protecting her very skimpy bottom.

  She swayed up to him and slid it off, running it behind his head and pulling him toward her. His breath warmed her stomach and she knew he had to be able to smell the musky scent of her arousal. Hell, she could.

  This was the point where he would make a move, or he wouldn’t.

  His tongue snaked out and brushed her belly button, making her gasp. He looked up at her, gauging her reaction to the physical contact.

  She touched his face with her fingers, not pushing him away, but not guiding him, either. “I see my dance has excited you. Shall I be bolder?”

  “I am in your hands. You tell me when you’ve reached your line.”

  She smiled when he tossed her own words back at her. “So be it.” She pushed him back in the chair and ran her hands up his legs. When he didn’t object, she ran her fingers across his crotch. His erection was a significant obstacle.

  “Dear me, I seem to have aroused my host. That isn’t very nice of me to tease.”

  “Then you could stop teasing.”

  “What fun is that? I have only one rule; you keep your hands to yourself unless I say different. And under no circumstances do you touch my head or veil. If you do, I walk out the door.”

  “You don’t want me to know who you are?”

  “Part of being wild means I don’t have to worry about the consequences. You might see me next week and never know that we shared this moment. But I’ll know. It’s my secret and my gift to you.”

  She sank to her knees in front of him and spread his legs. Her nimble fingers undid his belt and unzipped him. Her heart pounded in her chest. She hadn’t really expected to go so far. She’d need to be gone before midnight. He could never know his own stepdaughter was about to go down on him.

  His cock pulsed in her hand when she pulled it out. It was magnificent. Not overly long, but it was thick. The kind of weapon that would make a girl squirm with pleasure adjusting to it inside her.

  The velvety head was a deep purple and looked delicious. She leaned forward and slid it under the edge of her veil to rest against her lips. The tip touched just below her nose and she drew in his scent, earthy and male. A wash of flame roared through her as the primitive part of her brain came to life.

  “I was right. You are formidable.” She ran the tip of her tongue along the sensitive ridge below his crown and enjoyed the way he squirmed. The dance had been only the start of this seduction. Now she would go slow, torturing him every minute until she found his limit. Or didn’t.

  The taste of his skin was salty and indefinably male. She could just tell. Maybe it was pheromones. She covered every inch of his soft head with the tip of her tongue, saving the tiny hole at the tip for special attention. Maybe she was a tease, after all.

  Satisfied, she brought her mouth to his shaft and kissed it, opening her mouth to run down its side to the base. She was very careful it didn’t catch on her veil. There would be no wardrobe malfunction to bring this show to a crashing halt.

  After all, this was really about her desires. He would enjoy her body and probably wonder if she would come again next year. He would never know the truth and that made it all the hotter.

  His scent was much stronger when she buried her nose in his pubic hair and inhaled deeply. It almost made her dizzy with need, but she refused to rush. This moment might never come again and it would be perfect.

  She plowed little rows in his pubic hair with the tip of her tongue, exploring the jungle around his cock. When she was sure she had him as worked up as possible, she went lower, seeking out his balls with her hand. They were soft and fragile, so it took a lot of trust to let someone else hold them, but the pleasures of doing so could be tremendous.

  Her tongue did its very best to wet them completely. The taste was a little stronger here, just as this was the source of his potency. She opened her mouth and sucked one of them in. The thrill of such an intimate act had her on fire. She longed to touch herself, but resisted.

  The squeak of the leather told her he was gripping his chair tightly, but he wasn’t making any other sounds. His self-control was amazing. In his sh
oes, she’d be moaning like crazy.

  Tiffany sucked his other ball into her mouth, or rather, just inside her lips. She could imagine all the little sperm in there swimming around in a frenzy, like little sharks with blood in the water. Don’t worry, little things. Tiffany will set you free!

  When she was satisfied she had soaked them as long as she could get away with, she released them and went back to exploring his shaft with her tongue. By the time she was done torturing him, he’d probably explode as soon as she took him into her mouth.

  She could live with that, since it would take him much longer to come when she fucked him. If, of course, he let her. He might draw the line there. She was a strange woman after all. Though, he had let this strange woman suck his balls.

  His Halloween balls. The puckish thought almost made her snort, which would’ve ruined the mood, but she kept from laughing at her own joke. Wow, she could make comments about his balls for years to come without him being any the wiser.

  Rather than keep him dangling, so to speak, she took the head of his cock into her mouth. It was even softer than she had imagined, and hotter. It felt like it was scorching her tongue. She watched him watch her as she suckled on the tip. His eyes burned with hunger. No, she didn’t think he would be saying no to a good fucking.

  His precum quickly coated her tongue, giving her a taste—literally—of what was to follow. He was sweet. She sucked hard on him, pulling a few more drops out for her pleasure. Mmmmm. The sound was in her throat and must’ve vibrated him nicely, because his eyes nearly rolled back in his head.

  Very slowly, she took a little more of him into her mouth, bobbing gently. If she could prolong his torment a little and draw this out, he would thank her. Well, he would if he knew who to thank. Surely he didn’t think his stepdaughter was this good a cocksucker.