My Stepdaughter Thinks I’m A Slut

And she might just be right.

I picked my bag up and took out my phone, I didn’t have the confidence to move without some sort of music. I also needed something to distract me form the sound of my heart pounding in my chest.

Was I really going through with this? I looked down at Callie’s taut body, her bikini bottoms had a damp patch where I’d enthusiastically devoured her. I knew in that moment I’d do anything she told me to do.

The first notes of a popular beat played through my phone and I set it down on the table beside us.

Placing one hand on the chair back behind her right shoulder. Straddling her lap, I used my other hand to tug my skirt up around my waist so that I could move more easily. Bending my knees, I ground against her lap.

The warmth of her flesh against mine was intoxicating.

Callie reached for my breasts and grabbed a handful. Only the thin fabric of my white shirt was between us. My demi cup bra covered nothing but did display my assets in a way that I absolutely loved.

Callie’s fingers found my nipple and she teased it to hardness as I ground against her. I’d never given a lap dance, but I just thought of what I’d like if I was in her place and did that.

Callie didn’t complain as she fondled me through my shirt.

I reached for my buttons and slowly undid one at a time. Each flick of my fingers releasing more of my naked flesh to her view.

On the third she leaned forward and wrapped her lips around my exposed nipple.

I moaned as she teased it with her tongue. She was far better at this than she had any right to be. College had been good to her.

I peeled my shirt off my shoulders and rocked back and forward on her lap.

She released my nipple with a popping sound.

“You are such a slut,” she teased.

This time I could only agree with her. I wanted more. Much more.

She played with my breasts as I leaned back. “I wish I was this big,” she breathed as she flicked my nipples. “I can see why Dad wanted you.”

The mention of her father sent a guilty thrill through me.

I climbed off her lap and turned around. Slowly rocking from foot to foot as I unzipped my skirt and slid it to the floor.

I was wearing nothing but my lingerie and heels, and the lingerie covered precious little.

I backed my thong covered ass toward her, moving my body in time with the music.

It was all of a second before she hooked her thumbs over my thong and sent it to the floor. Before I knew what was happening she’d slid her fingers back inside me and was slowly fucking my needy sex with her fingers.

I grabbed her hand with mine and ground against it, enjoying the slick sound of her fingers as they entered and exited me.

My body was on fire, and as good as Callie’s fingers felt, there was part of me that wished Lance were here too. His heavy machinery would have hit a spot that her dainty little hands never could.

The song ended and Callie withdrew her hand, much to my dismay. Standing up she, flicked the catch on my bra and peeled it off. Leaving me in just my heels in this extravagant hotel suite.

“What are you going to do with me now?” I asked, hungry for an answer and the attention I hoped it would bring.

Callie made her way over to her handbag on the kitchen bench. Reaching into it, she drew out what looked like a long silk ribbon. Dangling from the end was a large red bow.

She approached me slowly, running the red piece of fabric between her fingers.

Drawing the bow into her hand she pressed it against my neck.

Slowly she ran it over my skin. The silk was smooth and cool against me as she traced my areola giving me goosebumps. She pressed the bow between my breasts and held it there before throwing one end of the silk over my shoulder.

“Are you tying me up, or dressing me up?” I asked, equally excited at either prospect.

“It’s Christmas,” Callie replied cryptically. “It’s only right that you be properly dressed.”

Callie worked quickly, her hands darting around my body as she used the silk bow and ribbon to wrap me like a present.

The ribbon itself was about two inches wide and ran over the curve of my breasts. Wide as it was it couldn’t hope to contain them. Half of my left nipple was still exposed as the fabric tried in vain to conceal it.

The ribbon ran up and over my shoulder and was tied behind my back to the other length that ran between my legs.

It was scandalous, so little fabric trying to cover me and failing miserably. She had good taste. I wanted a mirror to examine her handiwork for myself.

“Show me,” Callie demanded.

I turned and found her standing there with my phone in hand.

How had she got that?

Before I could protest she snapped a picture of me.

“Mmm you look hot,” she whispered as she drew closer, with her free hand she traced the ribbon right to my pussy. I was soaked. Something she could no doubt feel as the ribbon soaked up my arousal. “Good. Dad is going to love this.”

Before I knew what she was doing she hit send.

I snatched the phone out of her hand.

Sure enough the picture had been sent to my husband…along with a short message.

All wrapped up for him. Do you think he’ll like it?

I froze.

Him?

Who was he?

I whipped my head about. “Callie what is going on?”

Callie ignored me, turning toward the bedroom. “Come on out babe.”

The bedroom of the suite was pitch black but as Callie spoke, I saw something stir on the bed.

There was someone else here, and they had been watching us.

The shape rose and made its way to the door.

It was a man, barely older than twenty if I had to guess. His brown hair was swept to one side.

He strode to the doorway and leaned lazily against the frame, his dark brown eyes gleamed with mischief and his smile spoke of a confidence I didn’t feel as I stood naked but for a thin piece of ribbon trying to conceal my naked flesh.

Trying and failing miserably.

His eyes lingered over me and my breath caught in my chest.

He had the heavily muscled chest of a professional athlete, or bodybuilder and his skin was well tanned.

My pulse quickened as my gaze dropped inch by inch, sliding down his chest to the only bit of clothing he wore. A set of boxer briefs that were tenting obscenely as his immense bulge pressed against them.

Oh damn.

My heart hammered in my chest as Callie circled around behind me.

“Alexis,” She purred in my ear. “This is Ben.”

“Ben,” I muttered, barely able to speak. “What are you doing here?”

This handsome young Adonis had watched what I’d done with Callie. He was a witness.

I didn’t know what to say.

“I’m going to need two things from you, Alexis,” Callie whispered her lips now brushing against my ear as her hands explored my body.

“First, I’m going to need you to convince Dad to let Ben stay with us over Christmas. There’s no way he’ll listen to me, so I’m going to need you to get him over the line.”

I knew Ralph. There was a snowflake’s chance in hell he’d want Ben in his house. The man oozed sex appeal. Ralph was too protective. There was no chance he’d let Ben share her room over the holidays, and that was before our lifestyle change.

Now Ben posed two threats. Two very real threats.

There were butterflies in my stomach as I stared at his sculpted form.

“What’s the second?” I asked. Praying it would be easier than the first.

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