Ivy’s step-daddy sneaks out of the house every Friday night at midnight. She suspects he’s engaged in something clandestine so she follows him to Club Midnight. What she finds is a forbidden world where every temptation is explored and every erotic desire is satisfied. With only a blindfold to conceal her identity, she submits to all of his desires. And she just might get away with it, as long as she’s not exposed.
Content Warning: This TABOO EROTICA short story contains adult material with explicit sexual situations and language. All sexually active characters in this work are 21 years of age or older.
Word Count: 7,500
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The week passed in a haze of anticipation and desire. The following Friday night, Ivy stood next to Lady Isabella, the house mistress, in the wings of the stage. Cold air tickled the back of Ivy’s trembling knees. Her hands fluttered to cover her quivering stomach. Naked and totally exposed, she shifted her weight from one leg to the other.
A blindfold blocked her vision. The inability to see heightened every other sensation. Her body smelled like sex on the beach. In preparation for the show, Lady Isabella had rubbed coconut scented body lotion all over her body. Ivy could still feel Isabella’s sensual hands caressing every inch of her body. She could still feel the woman’s fingers as they brushed against the sparse hair on her pussy then dipped into her dewy folds. She could still taste the sweet juices she’d licked off the woman’s perfectly manicured fingers.
On stage, her step-daddy played to the audience. He described in graphic detail his plans for the new girl, for her. As the description continued, the nervous energy swirling in the pit of her stomach was replaced with pure unadulterated lust.
“…and when she’s good and wet and ready, I’m going to stuff her tight little pussy with my cock.”
Part of her couldn’t believe she was about to walk onto a stage to be teased and tormented by her step-daddy. Her heart thudded in her chest. She’d wanted to spread her legs and take him deep for months but never imagined that her secret desires would actually come true. She shivered with need.
Her step-daddy’s voice boomed. “Bring in the new girl.”
Lady Isabella whispered. “Just breathe.”
She clasped the top of Ivy’s arm and walked her onto the stage. “Your slave, sir.”
The sound of the woman’s footfalls grew faint as she left the stage. The restless audience shifted in their chairs.
“Stand up. Chest out. Arms behind your back.” He commanded.
She complied and stood stick straight as if waiting for a military-like inspection. She wished she could see his face. Did he recognize her? Did he have any indication that the naked, wet new girl was actually his step-daughter?