Katie has always ignored her step father's game night, until she over hears the guys talking about how hot she looks as she dances through the house. Unable to control herself, she hatches a plan to replace their usual night with a sexy game of higher stakes - Truth or Dare with her own step father!
This story is intended for mature audiences only, and features scenes of oral sex, teasing, threesomes, and is 6000 words in length.
“No one showed up but me,” Jack said. His eyes drifted down, unashamed in his visual caress of my body. I leaned back in my chair, the wood creaking as I rearranged, thrusting my breasts out toward him without making eye contact, making it seem like an unconscious maneuver to get comfortable. Jack took a swig of his beer, eyes nearly bulging out of his skull. My step father, however, just arched an eyebrow at me, as if he could force me from my chair and out of the room by sheer force of will. I’ll admit that it almost worked. For a moment, my resolve wavered, but their conversation echoed through my mind once more, giving me strength. These men wanted me. I knew that, and it gave me power over them. The corners of my lips almost tugged up into a smile.
“Aw,” I said, poking out my lower lip and pouting. “I thought I might join in once. Seems to me it might be kind of fun to play with you guys.”
“Well, nothing is happening,” my step dad said. I flicked my head to glance at him, a cascade of long hair swirling over my shoulder as I tried to keep my expression neutral. My heart was beating like crazy. How could they not near the frantic drumming within my chest?
“Guess we’ll have to pick another game,” I said, my throat dry and scratchy, despite the refreshing drink. I licked my suddenly dry lips. “Something fun. Crazy.”
My step father stared at me for a few long moments of blank silence, contemplating me. I squirmed in my chair, trying not to let my fear and worry show. Would he take the bait? Surely he was doing like I was, thinking back over the words that had been shared with Jack and wondering what could be if he just let loose a tiny fraction. I flashed him a devious little smile, hoping to encourage him. His fingers tapped on the side of his bottle.
“Like what?” he said at last, and I almost gasped in palpable relief.
“Oh, I don’t know,” I said coyly, glancing down at my bottle. I slid the end into my mouth, carefully sucking its tapered length fairly deep into my mouth before taking a few long pulls on it. I could feel two sets of eyes burning onto me as my mouth caressed the smooth, cold glass as I set the hook. “Truth or dare?”
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Published March 23, 2013
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.