Stephen's smile grew wider. "Don't worry, I'll keep my mouth shut. But I didn't just come here to talk to you. I'd like to sample the goods."
"You can't be serious," I replied.
"Oh I'm very serious. If you want your mother to stay in the dark, you better plant that hot ass of yours on my lap."
I looked deep into his eyes and knew that he wasn't joking.
I stood up and turned around, letting him get a good look at my ass before I laid it on him. I put my hands on his knees and worked his crotch. I could feel his throbbing cock getting bigger and bigger underneath his pants. It fit perfectly in between my ass cheeks as I rode him up and down. I could hear him softly moaning and I knew that he was really enjoying it.
I stood up and gave Stephen a quick breather before I faced him and straddled him. I unlatched my bra and let it pop off. Stephen's eyes went big when he saw my tits up close. I could tell he just wanted to suck 'em dry. I pulled his head into my chest and rubbed my boobs all over his face. I thought it would be weird with my stepdad but it was turning me on so much.
I lowered down until I hit his shaft which was clearly defined under his pants. I could feel every outline of it even though I still had panties on. I slowly rocked back and forth letting my pussy rub up and down his manliness.
I grinded harder and harder using Stephen's shoulders as leverage. His eyes never left my tits as I gave him the lap dance of a lifetime. His breathing quickened and I got off of him right before I knew he was about to come.
"Sorry, time's up." Stephen needed more and I actually wanted to give it to him. I wanted him to explore deeper into my body.
"Thank you," Stephen said, trying to catch his breath. "You're secret is safe with me."
As I was putting my bra back on, he pulled out his wallet and took out a few hundreds. It was my turn for my eyes to go big. He folded them and stuffed them in my bra. A lap dance was normally around $35 and most men tipped around $10-$20. That amount of money was very unusual.
I turned around and walked away giving him a longing view of my backside. I turned my head and gave him a quick wink. I did a few other lap dances the rest of the night but none of them were as good as with Stephen. I couldn't wait for him to come back.
After my shift was over, I said goodbye to the other girls and left out the back where my truck was parked. As I was walking, I had a weird chill flow through my body. Goosebumps formed on my arms and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. It felt like someone was watching me but I couldn't see anyone when I looked around. My car was close so I got my keys out of my purse and walked faster.
My keys jangled in my hand as I tried to find the right one. Someone was close...I could feel it. I jammed the key into the lock and missed. My hands were shaking and I tried again. I felt a hand over my mouth and I tried to scream. The figure turned me around to face him and it was my stepdad Stephen!
"What the hell was that for?" I yelled, slapping him on the shoulder.
"I want you, Kayla. I've always wanted you ever since I married your mother."
My emotions began to run wild. I didn't know what I wanted anymore. "Where can we go?" I asked.
"I have an apartment that I never told your mom about."
I nodded and Stephen drove me there. I was silent on the drive over, thinking about all the times I dreamed about Stephen touching me. All the times I wished he was never my stepdad.
We pulled up to an average-looking apartment complex. Stephen parked and led me up the stairs and to his place.
The lights in the room came on and I was shocked at what I saw. I was in some sort of pleasure dungeon. Whips and chains adorned the walls and a table with restraints dominated the middle of the room.
"Oh there is no reason to be afraid, Kayla, " he said.
Confusion clouded my mind. "What is this?"
"You're at my house," he said in a soft voice.
"But what is all this stuff?" I asked angrily. I knew what he wanted and I honestly still wanted to give it to him even after seeing all this.
"We will get to that in time. We should eat something. You're going to need your energy." Stephen went to a small kitchen and opened up a fridge. He took out a tray of food that included: bananas, bowls of soup, and a steak.
My stomach was rumbling and I knew I better eat something. I dipped a square spoon into the bowl of green soup and sniffed it. I was pleasantly surprised to find that it smelled like flowers and the ocean. I stuck the spoon in my mouth expecting a horrible taste but instead it tasted like chicken soup. I ate a few more mouthfuls and moved onto the bananas.