“You can start with the coat,” he said. “I’m afraid I don’t keep a radio in here, so you’ll have to imagine there’s music playing in your head. I trust you can manage to think and twerk at the same time, yes?”
Claire opened her mouth to speak, but once again, his stare silenced her. She began to wonder if she couldn’t put him in his place in some other way. What if she could get him horny? Surely the embarrassment would force him to ease up on her, to leave the room in shame and give her the upper hand for once. It was a risky maneuver, but since her stepfather was showing no signs of letting up in his demands, she figured it would be the perfect opportunity to show him just how powerful she could be.
And she didn’t need money to do it. All she needed were her tits and ass and the hypnotic sway of her hips.
“Fine,” she sniffed, feigning humiliation as she tossed her stepfather’s coat onto the chaise behind her. She now stood in a short-sleeved button-down blouse and red plaid miniskirt, the outfit she’d chosen to drive all the men at the club wild. Underneath she had on only a thong and pasties, which her stepfather had already seen. But despite that, she saw him shift as he looked at her, as if noticing for the first time what a womanly body his nineteen-year-old stepdaughter had grown into.
Just as he’d suggested, Claire let the music play in her head as she began to move in front of him, using the mood lighting to her advantage. She’d been practicing this routine for weeks, and by now it was like second nature to her. She hardly had to think at all about what she was doing. She only had to stare into her stepfather’s eyes and watch him sip his drink.
She began working the buttons on her blouse with nimble fingers, taking her time inserting each one through the hole. She cooed with every one that she released, spreading the neckline of her blouse wide so that he could see her cleavage as she revealed it to him. Then she turned her back, shrugging the blouse off and wriggling her ass as she bent over to touch her toes, then popped back up, arching her spine and slapping her own ass as he lifted her skirt just slightly to reveal her sheer, naughty thong.
Landis cleared his throat slightly as she began to undo the Velcro holding the waistband of her pleated skirt together, whining softly as she dropped it to the ground and stepped out.
“You gonna teach me a lesson, Daddy?” she asked him, keeping in theme with her slutty schoolgirl outfit. She turned around, hands over her breasts, giggling softly as she went whole-hog and straddle
d her stepfather’s lap.
She was shocked to find an erection there. It pressed hard right into her crotch as she sat, and as her warmth washed over him, he grimaced and it throbbed. She could feel it easily through his slacks, and she tried hard not to react to it.
Holy fuck, she thought. It’s so big! Guess this means Mom really didn’t marry him for his money…
Claire purred, grinding against him, provoking his boner into a rage. She could feel it thrumming wildly now even as her stepfather pretended to ignore her antics. With every sip of his drink she felt him stiffen even more, felt his composure slip away as he began to breathe harder, faster, spreading his legs further to accommodate the growing girth between them.
She pressed her tits up into his face, wondering how far he’d let her go. Then she palmed them, crushing them between her fingers, brushing her thumbs along the pasties until one of them accidentally loosened and fell off, revealing the dusty rose hue of her pebbled nipple.
“Oops,” she said softly, biting her lip and tossing her hair as she pinched her bud between her thumb and forefinger. “Looks like I’m gonna need you to help me cover up…”
Whatever Claire had expected Landis to do when she made that statement, it hadn’t been what he actually did. Her stepfather dipped his finger in his drink, coating it in liquor, and then swirled it around her nipple before lowering his head and beginning to suck on it.
Claire let out a shriek and moaned, tossing her head back as Landis abraded her perky tit with his tongue. She felt a rush of warmth between her legs, followed by a silken moisture brought on by the delicious currents arcing into her core. She squirmed out of rhythm, shivering as she realized that her stepfather was sucking on her nipple.
“D-Daddy,” she whispered, unsure of what else to say. It felt so good, but so bad all at the same time. She wove her fingers into his hair, pulling hard as she felt his dick lurch up against her, making contact with her clit through her sopping wet panties.