My Sexy Stepdaughter Took Control Of Me
And her touch makes me melt.
There was no time to waste. Every minute I delayed increased the chance that someone else might see those pictures. The very compromising pictures. There was no explaining those away.
I raced into my walk in robe, peeling off my clothes as I went before yanking open my lingerie drawer. I rifled through it until I found the black demi cup bra Lance had given me, along with the satin thong and slipped them on. I checked myself in the mirror, they were indisputably sexy. The way the bra showed off my perky exposed nipples was bound to get a reaction.
Over it I put on a tight pencil skirt, white blouse and a set of heels. I checked the mirror once more and grabbed my brush. I was more sexy secretary than seductress but it was the best I could do on short notice.
Ralph had taken the car, so I called an uber.
My driver was a young man in his early twenties with a thick mop of sandy blonde hair. I climbed into the back seat of his sporty black sedan and closed the door behind me.
His eyes were glued to the rear view mirror and I wondered just how much of my cleavage he’d managed to see as I’d bent down to slide into the car. Judging by his stare it was more than I’d intended.
“Hello,” I managed as I slid my seat belt on. Frankly I had more important things on my mind than how far down my blouse he’d managed to see. “Presidential hotel please.”
“Ah, sure,” he replied, sticking the car in gear.
He made a few attempts at conversation but I deflected them politely. I was laser focused on Callie and how I would pry my photos out of her possession. They threatened everything and I was having far too much fun in our new lifestyle to have it ruined by her.
I thought of the devious little minx and couldn’t help but remember the feel of her lithe tongue on me. She had eaten me with a vigor that I had not expected and frankly never experienced. Ralph was diligent in his efforts, but Callie was talented. Perhaps it was the fact she was a woman and just knew how to please another woman properly.
Where had she learned that?
Clearly she’d been studying outside the syllabus at college. And she’d been a diligent student. The memory sent a tingle through me as I strode through the hotel’s front doors.
The concierge met my eyes as I crossed the elegantly furnished lobby. I flashed him a smile and headed for the elevators.
The Presidential Hotel was one of the premier hotels in the area, if Callie was staying here, who was footing the bill?
I wondered if she had been lying to me about Lance. I wouldn’t have put it past him to put her up in a luxury hotel while he had his way with her. There seemed to be no limit to the amount of money the powerful CEO was willing to spend to get what he wanted.
Not that I was complaining. Lance had been good to me.
But if I was being passed over for my daughter-in-law there was going to be hell to pay.
I rode the elevator to the fourth floor, and on stepping out of the lift headed right, following the signs to room 406.
I knocked, and before my hand could strike the door a third time, the heavy door swung inward.
Callie held it open for me, a massive smile on her lips as her eyes started at my black heels, and made their way lazily up my legs, lingered on my chest and finally met my gaze.
My office attire was markedly more than she was wearing. She had on a crimson bikini that contrasted her soft white skin. It was tied at the sides and behind her neck and whether I wanted to or not my eyes made their way down to the vast expanse of flesh the skimpy bikini wasn’t covering. It showed a scandalous degree of her breasts, the flimsy red cloth doing little more than covering her nipples.
“I’m so glad you came,” Callie breathed, holding the door. “Come on in.”
“Did I really have a choice?” I asked as I made my way into the hotel room. I scanned the table and the counters looking for any sign of her phone.
Callie let the door close behind her and latched it shut so that we couldn’t be disturbed.
“You always have a choice,” Callie replied making her way over to me. She placed a hand on my hip and pulled me toward her. Her almost naked body pressed up against mine as her other hand slid up to the nape of my neck. “Some choices are just more enjoyable than others.”
Callie pressed her lips to mine.
I almost pulled away. I knew I shouldn’t do this. But what chance did I have of distracting her if I couldn’t even hold a kiss.
I needed her to believe I was here for her.
Pressing my lips back against hers, I pulled her into me.
She moaned into my mouth, as I chased her tongue.
There were certainly worse ways to spend a day.
It was wrong, I knew it, she knew it, but I’ll be damned if she wasn’t a great kisser.
I remembered the feel of her lips against other parts of my body as I melted into her firm nubile embrace.
Our lips parted and I stared into her blue eyes. “More enjoyable than being blackmailed?” I asked. If she was going to go through with this, I wanted to understand her intentions.
“Blackmail?” Callie laughed her hand still wrapped around the nape of my neck. “Let’s not pretend you don’t want to be here.”
“You sent me those pictures and the video. When did you even take those?” I asked.
“Shhhh,” she whispered. “Just a little memory of our time together. I’m sure part of you is panicking about them, but it’s the rest of you I’m interested in.”
“What do you mean the rest of me?” I asked, worrying my lower lip a little with my teeth.
“I want to know more about the submissive little slut my father married,” Callie teased.
“What?” I asked, my hand clenching into a fist. “You have some nerve, calling me that.”
Callie’s hand that had been resting on the nape of my neck snaked upward into my hair. Before I knew what she was doing, Callie grabbed a handful of my hair and clenched it tight in a fist of her own.
I gasped at the sensation of my head being pulled back.
“Oh please,” Callie laughed. “You might not like the word but you can certainly recognize the truth. When I met you last week, my father, your husband, had left you bound and ready for his boss to rail right in the doorway of your home. You were nearly naked and absolutely wanton.”
“That’s,” I began but couldn’t finish the sentence. I wanted to scream that it wasn’t true but even now I knew better.
“The truth,” Callie finished. “Dad’s boss has taken over your body and you love it. He invited me to join you and you didn’t think twice. After all you didn’t have to. You weren’t calling the shots.”
But,” I protested.
“But nothing,” Callie laughed as she used her grip of my hair to force me down to my knees. “As long as someone else was telling you what to do, you don’t have to feel guilty. You don’t have to think about how wrong what we did was. You don’t have to worry about how the very thought of it is making you soak that thong you wore for me.”
My scalp smarted as my knees hit the carpet, but Callie didn’t relent she just held my head back so I was forced to stare up the length of her body as she looked down at me.
“You’re not here because of the photos,” Callie teased. “You’re here because I told you what to do, and you obeyed on instinct. The first of my many commands you are going to obey today.”
“Listen here,” I tried in vain to take back control of the situation. Was it really that simple? My mind told me to fight, but my body rebelled against it. My body wanted this, and the tingle of excitement running down my spine told me my body was winning.
“Don’t speak,” Callie instructed. “Let’s put that tongue to better use.”
She stepped forward, her feet either side of my knees, her bikini bottoms just inches from my nose. She used her grip on my hair to slowly press my head toward her sex.
I knew what she wanted. After all, she’d done it to me only days ago.
“It’s Christmas, after all,” Callie teased. “Don’t you know it’s better to give than receive.”
My body shuddered at the thought. My lips parted and my tongue slid through them. She was right. I wanted this. Did that make me a slut?
Did it even matter? I was craving the attention. Lance had awoken my lust and I needed to feed the monster.
I forgot about the photos, leaning forward I pressed my tongue against the fabric of her bikini.
Callie let go of my hair but grabbed the back of my head with both hands, pulling my face against her sex.
I could taste her arousal through the bikini as my tongue teased at her lips.
“Yes,” Callie groaned as she ground against my tongue.
The thin fabric was in the way, but she hadn’t told me I could remove it. I wanted to please her. I wanted to do what I was told.
Abruptly Callie pulled away and pulled me to my feet. I rose from the carpet like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I wanted this. I knew that now.
But why stop me?
Callie didn’t say a word. Instead her roaming hand found it’s way beneath my skirt pulling it up as her soft skin traced it’s way up my inner thigh. She found the edge of my thong but that didn’t stop her.
Her fingers slipped beneath it and over my smooth lips teasing them as she went.
More, my soul screamed.
Her finger slid inside my pussy, and my soaked tunnel betrayed just how aroused I was.
“I knew it,” Callie laughed as she withdrew her finger and licked it in front of me. She savored my taste.
I trembled before her. Part of me was envious of her. She was young and free to do as she pleased. The older I got the more the world expected me to behave a certain way, and with each day that passed I was less certain that I wanted any part of their expectations.
Callie pulled a chair out from the table and sat down.
“Strip for me.”
It wasn’t a request. It was a command.
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