Prom Night [MF] [Dd]

The limousine pulled up to the curb of a well maintained colonial home, on a quiet street, with freshly cut grass and a few light on inside. Rain had fallen not too long ago, cooling off the hot pavement and creating a light mist in the air that was enhanced by the bright headlights that traveled off in the distance. A faint thud of dance music echoed from the back of the car, along with mild laughter and excitement. The driver remained in his seat as the back door flew open and a girl stepped out into the night and away from her fellow revelers.
“Pick you up at 8 tomorrow morning, Tiff!” shouted another girl from inside the limo.
“Awesome! I’ll bring a bunch of snacks and sunscreen,” she responded with an eager giddiness. Her blue dress was hemmed short, inappropriately short for a prom. The spaghetti straps hugged her thin shoulders tightly as her busty chest and cleavage were being shown off for what felt like it could be the first time.
“Hold up! Hold up!” A young man came tumbling out of the car, inebriated and hardly able to stand in front of his date. “Can I stay over?” he mumbled under his breath awaiting approval.
Tiffany shook her head from side to side, “Sorry, not tonight. My dad’s home,” she said looking back over her shoulder towards her house and to the second story window that was her parents bedroom. The light was on, but the curtains were closed.
“He’s your step dad, he won’t care,” the boy said with a hint of desperation in his changing voice.
“He will,” she said with a smile and gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” she asked holding his hand.
“Of course,” he said defeated and slunk back into the car with laughter and mocking from his counterparts.
“Goodnight!” Tiffany shouted at the rolled down window as the car slowly pulled away from the curb. She waved and took of her heels simultaneously. The walkway to the front door was long and windy and cold and wet, and she ran gently up the front door and found the hide a key rock to unlock the door.
Stepping inside she heard the television on in the living room down away from the foyer. She tip toed forward, and peered around the corner to see if her step dad was still awake on the couch waiting for her. He was alert and had his eyes glued to a playoff basketball game when her presence caught his eye.
“Tiff! I’m so sorry I didn’t hear you come in!” he said shutting off the game and walking over to her. He was aging into a more handsome man than he had been when he married her mother a few years earlier. His chest was becoming more defined as he began to workout and run more and more and the black hair on the side of his head was starting to get a slight sprinkle of grey.
“It’s alright,” she said with a smile and a shrug. Her arms crossed in front of her at her wrists. He walked over to her and wrapped his thick forearms around her back and gave her a big hug and kiss on the forehead.
“So how was it?” he asked eagerly, his green eyes intently locked onto hers. He was truly interested in hearing how her time was, which was a change of pace for Tiffany from her mothers typical lack of interest in all things extracurricular related. A warm smile spread across her young face as she walked over to the counter and took a seat on the chair and grabbed a pretzel from the bowl on the counter.
“It was a lot of fun! My feet are absolutely killing me. Joanne and Steve got in a fight over who knows what and broke up for like fifteen minutes. Chelsea’s hair looked phenomenal and Brandon was an absolute gentleman,” the quick summary seemed to please her step dad as he walked over to the opposite side of he island and opened up the fridge.
“That sounds like a prom to me,” he said reaching into the fridge and grabbing two beer bottles. “Did you have any alcohol?”
“Dad! No!”
“Well that’s not a prom then,” he said handing her a bottle after twisting off the cap. She looked at him in disbelief as the condensation had already started to form on the bottle. Her lips parted and waited to see if this was some sort of test. “Go on, I won’t tell mom.”
“Is this a test?”
“No test, just wanted to share a beer with my little girl. How about I make us a turkey sandwich too? You must be starving after all that dancing,” he said placing the bottle in front of her and turning to get the ingredients and tools necessary to make his triple decker sandwich that he loved so much.
“Yes please!” she said with a smile and threw back the beer bottle and took an enormous gulp. “Wow, you’re right,” she started, “I needed that.”
“Told you,” he said with a smile as he started to prepare the sandwich to share. His hands were moving so elegantly, and the muscles in his exposed arms and forearms flexed as he cut and spread the mayo. Tiff started to feel something more than a comfortability that she always had with her step dad, it was growing into an almost infatuated sexual curiosity. She had to consciously stop herself from letting the thoughts come to fruition in her mind.
Her step dad never did anything to suggest he was attracted to Tiffany, he always looked after her and from day one was supportive, kind and funny. He always went out of his way to make sure Tiffany was taken care of in any situation. She knew it was wrong to think of him in a sexual way, but the past few weeks when her mother had been away sporadically, the two of them living together in complete harmony had made her curious as to what it would be like to be with someone so genuine and secure. She bit her lower lip and looked down and smiled.
“What?” he said, catching her in a private moment of thought and reflection.
“What?” she responded startled.
“You looked like you were thinking of something that made you smile,” he said.
“I was.”
“So, what was it?”
“Honestly?”
“Honestly.”
“Honestly it was you,” the words left her mouth and hit his ears before she could do anything to repress them. Her cheeks flushed red and she crossed her arms across her body, pumping up her chest and leaning forward as if subconsciously trying to grab his attention through her maturing sexuality. He balked at her sudden advances and played off her response in a typical dad like fashion.
“So my sandwich making abilities is all I’m good for huh?” he spoke softer, attempting to gauge what her true intentions may have been.
“It’s everything,” Tiffany said while pushing her breasts up even more. “The way you treat me, the way you protect and look after me, the way you’re truly interested in my life and what I have to say. You treat me like an adult when everyone else still treats me like a child.”
“Well, you are an adult. I wouldn’t dare disrespect you in anyway,” he said softly.
“Not in anyway?” she asked coyly, practically begging him with her eyes to take her bait and run with it.
“Not in anyway,” he said calmly, placing his hand on hers. He quickly removed it and finished making the shared sandwich. He pressed himself up against the counter, feeling his member start to react to the view of his lovely step daughter sitting before him, presenting her young and ample body to him with no shame whatsoever.
He always knew Tiffany was an attractive young woman, there was no denying that fact. Her platinum blonde dyed hair was shoulder length and always well maintained. Her body had started to mature early, but she kept herself in shape and became an extremely attractive young woman. He had noticed her by the pool on some of the hotter days the past summer and the past few weekend, and it almost pained him to think of her as a daughter. She was a fully sexual creature, gorgeous and fit, and had always taken kindly to him and his attitude.
He cut the sandwich in half and plated them both and slid his daughters across to her. Sipping another sip of beer, they both looked at each other before reaching for the sandwich and taking a bite in silence. The sexual tension in the room was thick and obvious. Both wanted one another but knew they shouldn’t act on their attraction. They ate and drank in silence for the entirety of the meal.
“Well off to bed. You have an early morning tomorrow,” he said to her attempting to diffuse the situation. It wasn’t helping. Tiffany knew what she wanted and the urges that she felt weren’t going to go away without at least an attempt.
“Actually, I’m not that tired. Can you do me a favor?” she asked standing up.
“Anything, Tiff.”
“Well, I don’t know what suit to wear to the beach tomorrow. Would you mind if I put a few on and you tell me which looks best?”
“Tiffany,” he started with a sly smile, “I’m sure you look fantastic in all of them. Just pick one.”
“Please? I’d really value your opinion!”
He hesitated, looking deep into her eyes, gauging the situation further. “Fine,” he said finally, essentially caving to his own lust and desire to see his daughter in her skimpiest of outfits. “I’ll wait down here,” he said as a last line of defense.
“That’s fine! Thank you so much, Daddy!” she ran over to him and threw her arms around him and kissed him on the cheek. She lingered on his neck for a moment longer than a normal hug would last as she turned around in front of him and grabbed her hair to bring to the front of her body. “Would you unzip me, I can’t reach,” she asked. Her ass was brushing just against his half erect cock, awakening from its slumber in its denim cave.
He slowly unclipped her zipper and unzipped her down all the way to right above her young ass. A brief glimpse of black lace caught his eye as he stood there momentarily mesmerized by the sight. Swallowing hard, he turned around and took the plates to the sink without saying a word. Tiffany smiled and ran off upstairs to change.
Her dad settled onto the leather couch and turned back on the basketball game, attempting to distract his mind of his daughters impending bikini fashion show that was about to start in his living room. He kept the volume low and listened to the floorboards creak overhead as Tiffany raced to change and rush back downstairs. He swallowed hard and adjusted himself, preparing himself physically and mentally to be calm, cool and collected.
“Ready?” Tiffany shouted from the hallway.
“Ready!” he blurted out more than the casual tone he was going for. He turned on his cousin and faced the opening of the hallway where Tiffany would walk through. His palms pressed hard against his thighs.
Tiffany took a deep breath in the hallway, her back pressed against the wall. She felt he excitement rising as the moment to show off her body in private to her dad was within two steps. Another deep breath and she pushed herself off the wall and into his view.
She was wearing a black one piece. Tightly gripping each young curve of her body, the suit fit her like a glove. Her cleavage was understated but apparent. Her plump ass was showing just enough to tease her dad and the onlookers tomorrow at the beach. Her long blonde dropped to the middle of her bare back, the sloping suit accentuated each muscle from her shoulder blades down to he hips. She looked stunning.
“What do you think, Daddy?”
“I think you look gorgeous hunny,” he said with a smile. His eyes dashed and scanned her entire body, he became infatuated with her on the spot and nothing else in the world mattered. The noise and soft glow of the television set was all washed away by her presence.
“You don’t think it’ll be too hot tomorrow for a one piece?”
“I guess maybe it could be,” he said, now daring her to try on something skimpier.
“Okay, well I have this new yellow one too. I’ll put it on!”
He watched her leave, speechless and hard as a diamond. His foot was shaking and his mind was racing with the most unnatural thoughts. It didn’t faze him, he wanted her.
Quicker than she had changed her first attempt, Tiffany returned to the living room for the second time. This time, she was wearing a barely there, yellow bikini. Her breasts seemed to have shrunk without a push-up bra, and he could make out the outline of her young little pussy in the right yellow bikini bottom.
“What about this?” she asked him, sliding a finger under the strap of her top. She took a step forward and stood next to a lamp. She smiled as she spun around and showed him her ass in the thong. He remained silent and staring. She laughed.
“I think it’s very revealing, Tiff,” he said confidently.
“Oh? Don’t you like that though?” she said, pushing the conversation to the point of no return. She waited on his response. What he said next would determine her next move. Her breath and heartbeat quickened. She felt a warming sensation begin between her legs as she noticed his bulge twitch in his jeans.
“I do,” he said, triggering Tiffany to move forward and turn off the light on the side table. Now they were illuminated only by the television, their shadows still against the wall behind them. Tiffany reached behind her and undid her top, and let it fall to the ground in front of her.
“How about now?” Tiffany asked him. Her breasts were perky and young, her nipples erect and dime sized. Her skin was soft and tight, a cream colored statute standing in front of her horny step father.
“Tiffany, we can’t,” he started.
“Yes we can, Daddy,” she said walking towards him and turning around. She sat her thong clad body down on his lap, her warm breasts up against his chest. Her feet entangled his. “You want to, Daddy. I feel it,” she said, her lips a moment away from his.
He caved as her lips pressed gently against his. He lost control of his senses and allowed himself to enjoy the moment with his daughter. Her body was pressed against his and he felt her youth and vibrance course through his veins as her lips worked against his and her tongue massaged his. His hands traveled up her torso to her breasts and he took them in his hands as her hand fondled his cock on the outside of his pants between her legs.
She pushed against his crotch with her ass and felt his hard cock pulse between her cheeks. She smiled and out her hands on his knees and bent over in front of him, moving her hips around, teasing and enticing him more and more. She turned quickly and dropped to her knees between his legs, reached up and from her wrist, retrieved a hair tie and put her platinum blonde hair up in a pony tail.
“Do you want to me to suck you cock, Daddy?” her voice was no more than a daring whisper. She positioned herself above his lap, her hot breath protruding his dark denim jeans. His head tilted back and he moaned in a low hum.
His zipper came down with ease and her heart started pumping out of her chest. She felt her bikini dampen beneath her and slid off both his pants and boxers to reveal her step dads throbbing hard dick. His scent drifted towards her nose, and the pheromones of an older man that had responsibilities and control over her were intoxicating. She kissed his hairy thighs gently. Working her way up to his manhood, already dripping in precum.
She allowed her hand to venture beneath her bikini and play with her wet slit. Her warmth controlled her as she made tiny circles on her clit with two fingers. His cock throbbed towards her, a brief glance off of her chin made her giggle.
“Relax daddy,” she said. “I want to hear you. I want to listen to you enjoy this. Tell me how good of a job I’m doing.”
Her lips kissed the base of his cock, right at the spot his balls and shaft met. He shook. She smiled. She slowly worked her kisses up until she was making her tongue swirl around his swollen cock head. Her own juices pumped harder, she felt her lips contract around an inserted finger that had found its way deep inside her. Her bikini starting to absorb her excitement.
Her step dad moaned loudly and fell backwards onto the couch, allowing his daughter to use his cock as her own personal lollipop. She felt his thigh muscles contract inwards, hugging her shoulders. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and slowly moved them up and down, using her falling saliva as lube.
“Fuck baby girl, that feels so good,” he said. It was the first time Tiffany had heard her father curse. She giggled and moved a little faster, feeling his already large cock grow more between her lips, pulsing and dripping his sweet cum. He gripped the couch with white knuckles and shook as she kept working his head.
She stood up, bending over as to not take her lips from his cock and used her hand that was previously being occupied by her tight pussy to take off her soaking wet thong. It slid down her smooth, freshly shaven legs onto the floor. She worked his cock faster, keeping him excited and hard.
“Ride me baby girl,” he begged her through short breaths and moans. She gripped his cock tightly, keeping the blood that had rushed to his loins in place as she picked up her head to locate her fallen bathing suit. Picking it up, she moved on top of him, hovering above his manhood with a dripping wet, young sweetness.
“Do you want to fuck me daddy? Fuck me nice and slow. Make me cum on your cock daddy.” She lowered herself on to him. As his cock slid inside her, the tight fit brought both of them to the brink of orgasm before they wanted it to end. She shook in excitement and felt him pulse inside her. It was warm and erotic and the pressure built inside her. He groaned in an animalistic tone that made her quiver on top of him.
“Taste me,” her words came with her thong being placed in her step dads mouth. He eagerly let her stuff him with her wet thong, tasting her young juices. He bucked below her, hurting her in all the right places.
“Slow,” she said to him, “I like it soft.”
His hands moved to her hips. Her hands roamed her own body and hair. She felt her breasts as he moved his hips slowly up and down, his finger tips digging into her skin. His moans were being muffled by her thong as she let out a strong moan midway through a slow thrust as she took him all the way down, stretching her young, sweet pussy out.
Sweat began to drop from her forehead and chest as she glistened in the television light. Pumping him into her at a slow, rhythmic pace, she felt every inch, every vein, inside her pulsing and hot. Her clit rubbed gently against his pubic hair, tickling and enticing her to take him all the way in again and again. She reached down and played with herself as she rode a little quicker. Edging herself closer and closer to orgasm.
In and out he went, throbbing and moving closer to cumming inside of his beautiful daughter. “I’m going to cum,” he moaned through the thong that was falling out of his mouth. She took it away and leaned forward into him. Their warm bodies creating more and more heat and sweat. His hair chest contrasting her silky smooth breasts.
“Not until I do, daddy,” she moaned as she bit his lower lip and pumped him quicker. His cock plunging deep into her. The head brushing against the front of her insides with each thrust brought her closer and closer to orgasm. First pump, a little tickle. Second pump, a bigger tickle. Third pump, the tickle changed feeling. It was warm and exciting. Fourth pump, it felt like heaven. Fifth pump, she realized she hadn’t taken a breath and let out a long moan as she felt her entire body tingle from between her legs to the ends of her hair on her head. Sixth pump, his hands wrapped around her ass, rocking with her. She was close. He kissed her and sucked on her lower lip. Seventh pump, eighth, ninth, tenth, eleventh. Her blood rushed to her pussy, the warming sensation rushed over her entire body like a tidal wave. Her breath was held tight. Her chest tight and pushed hard against his warm body. She felt the sensation of pure bliss as she came against his cock and thrusted him out of her. A release of pressure brought on her euphoria as she collapsed to his side and felt her knees shake.
She laughed and smiled and played with his nipple as her muscle contractions slowed. Moaning softly, she looked to him, “Thank you daddy,” she said. Kissing his chest.
She pushed him back up against the couch and started jerking his cock with her hand, her cum acting as a natural lubricant she moved her lips down to tease his cock head again. He wouldn’t last long.
He exploded over his hairy chest as she refused to let go and stop stroking him. He came in long, thick, white streams. His cum shooting up close to his neck. She giggled and kept torturing him with kisses and soft strokes.
He laid back trying to catch his breath as Tiffany slid off the couch and picked up her bikini. She leaned over and kissed him. “Daddy, can I have a hundred dollars for tomorrow?” she asked him, twirling her hair in her fingers and her foot against the carpet.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/4p05no/prom_night_mf_dd