Daddy's Masked Balls (Daddy Fantasies) (2 page)

“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 shoes, 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.

Just thinking the nasty word sent a bolt of
heat to her pussy. She was Daddy’s little cocksucker.

Suddenly, she didn’t want to wait so long to
taste his cum. She sped up her motion, taking half of him into her
mouth with each down stroke. Her hand jacked him and controlled the
involuntary thrust of his hips. She might love sucking cock, but
that didn’t mean she could take this monster into her throat. She
wasn’t a porn star.

Maybe she could hire one to provide lessons.
That could be fun.

She could usually tell when one of her
various boyfriends was getting close, but Jeff’s orgasm came as a
complete surprise to her. His eyes never wavered from hers as his
cum coated her tongue. If he’d been a moment faster, he would’ve
hit her tonsils, which always made breathing difficult.

Tiffany milked him and sucked, draining
every last drop into her mouth. If she hadn’t been in disguise,
she’d show him her mouth full of his seed, but that wasn’t an
option. Men loved to see the results of their labor. Cum in the
mouth, on the face, or dripping out of her well-fucked pussy. That
she could show him. It wasn’t as if he’d be asking to see his
stepdaughter’s pussy, right?

She made a show of swallowing his cum and
smiled, knowing her eyes would reflect her expression. “Mmmm. I
think someone liked that. Shall I go on?”

Jeff, though breathing hard, still looked to
be totally in control of himself. “Actually, I think I should take
a turn. May I touch you below the waist?”

A thrill shot through her at the thought of
him burying his face between her legs. “I’d like that. You can even
touch my chest, but not above the neck.”

He gestured for her to back up and stood.
With deliberate motions, he stripped his clothes off, folded them
neatly, and set them on the end table. That was in stark contrast
to the boys her age, some of whom had managed to get clothes on the
ceiling fan in their haste to disrobe.

His body was magnificent. He didn’t have an
ounce of fat anywhere. His stomach was washboard flat and
incredibly well defined. Sure, the hair on his chest might be going
gray, but he was mouthwatering. And pussywatering, too, since moist
no longer fit the bill.

She felt her juices pooling inside her as
her body prepared for the fucking of her life. He was going to get
totally soaked when he opened her up and she couldn’t wait to see
his face smeared with her nectar.

He held out his hands and pulled her to her
feet. She expected him to touch her, to undress her, but he just
eased her back into the chair where he had sat.

“It’s been a while, so if I miss something
you like, just speak up.”

He knelt at her feet and, rather than move
up her body, he raised her feet to his lips and kissed each
toe.

Her feet were fiendishly ticklish, so she
repressed the strong urge to start kicking. She closed her eyes and
focused on feeling the soft caress of his lips, the wet strokes of
his tongue, and the heat of his breath on her skin.

He sucked her big toe into his mouth without
warning, shocking her into opening her eyes. He watched her face as
he slowly bobbed his head, as if he was blowing her.

Even though it couldn’t possibly be anything
like what it felt for a man when she sucked his cock, it felt like
a live wire between her foot and her pussy. She wasn’t the tiniest
bit ticklish anymore.

Her stepfather took his time on her feet,
trading one for the other and worshiping them with licks and
nibbles. He obviously had a foot fetish. So, she figured, did she.
She just hadn’t known it.

After a blissful ten minutes, he began
working his way up her calves, adding a little massage to his
actions. Every inch he climbed, the temperature in her sex went up.
By the time he reached her knees, she felt like she was
melting.

“God, I can’t take this anymore. Come fuck
me.”

Jeff smiled and kissed behind her knee.
“That wouldn’t be fair to you. After the pleasure you gave me, I
want you to know what I have to offer. Trust me, you won’t be
disappointed.”

Her legs trembled when he spread them wide.
His touch was like fire. His kisses like little irons branding her
as his pleasure slave.

Wow. That was quite the fantasy, being his
dancing girl for real. She didn’t think she’d mind, but he would.
She could always fantasize about it when her next boyfriend failed
miserably to live up to his example.

The tension in her body was so high when he
began nipping at her inner thighs that she started groaning. She
couldn’t help herself. What the hell was wrong with her mother? Was
she a lesbian? Not that there was anything wrong with a little girl
on girl action, but still.

Jeff looked up at her, the lower half of his
face obscured by her mound. “I don’t mind if you touch my head, but
I’m still going to take my time.” He brought his lips close to her
crotch and blew a stream of hot air right on her clit.

The world contracted and her body ached as a
tiny orgasm shook her. God, he hadn’t even started having sex yet
and she was a bundle of nerves. She saw his eyes light up and she
knew he was grinning. Smug bastard.

His tongue lashed out, caressing her through
the damp fabric. It was as if he’d touched her with a live wire.
One stroke at a time, he tortured her, tasted her, and teased
her.

When she couldn’t keep her hands to herself
and grabbed his head, he gave in. Her body rose from the chair as
he buried his face between her legs and ate her with a skill she
hadn’t imagined possible. It was better than any of the straight up
sex she’d had so far.

He ran his tongue around her clit in big,
slow circles, but never touching it. He kept it standing at
attention. His fingers stroked her labia, only slipping a fingertip
into her opening to fire the nerves clustered around her
opening.

The pressure inside her climbed like a
teapot on boil. When she shrieked, he plunged two fingers into her
depths, rubbed her G-spot, and sucked on her clit.

In poker that was called doubling down. Her
pleasure didn’t peak. It kept climbing. And climbing. She writhed
under his touch in what felt like a single unending orgasm. Part of
her mind wondered who was screaming, and why no one went to help
the poor woman. She sounded like someone was killing her.

Oh. She was making that noise.

Even when he pulled back, her body spasmed
and shook. She couldn’t control her limbs or speak. It was the
damnedest thing.

He knelt there watching her as she slowly
came back into possession of her body. She knew she had to be a
sight, lying sprawled there. His eyes only showed satisfaction.