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Prom Night

Date: 4/21/2017, Categories: Fetish, Taboo, Author: LuvHosedToes, Rating: 77, Source: xHamster

this evening?” My heart sunk. Was my step-daughter-to-be blackmailing me? I reached into my wallet, and thumbed through the $200 in twenties within. “That’ll do.” “There’s $200 there!” “Yeah, I think that’ll be enough. After-parties aren’t cheap.” Again, I turned for the door. “Wait”, she said, “if you’re still up when I get home, I might have a little something in mind for you.” With that, she lifted her leg, pointing straight out toward me – her beautiful foot, wet with my saliva, distracting me from her nearly bare pussy – and bent her foot into a small wave goodbye. I headed downstairs, and no sooner had I told her date she’d be right down, did she bound down the stairs behind me. She yelled to my wife in the back room, “Don’t wait up,” and headed out the door. Maybe Lisa wasn’t going to wait up, but I was. --------------------------------------------------------- 2:00 came and went. I had told Lisa I was going to watch the West Coast ballgame in the back room, and she had long since fallen asl**p upstairs, at the front of the house. It was getting on about 2:30 in the morning when I recalled Amber saying after-party, so for a moment my patience returned, until the thought of drinking and driving came to my head. Again, I was startled back from my wandering thoughts as I heard the front door open. I waited a moment, until I heard soft footsteps pad against the kitchen floor. I heard the fridge open and shut, and then the footsteps started towards me again. I looked up, ... toward the kitchen, and, silhouetted in soft light from the kitchen, there was Amber; shoes in one hand, a can of soda in the other, she paused and leaned against the doorway between the two rooms. “I see you waited up for me.” She didn’t wait for a reply, and strolled into the den, nonchalantly dropping her shoes to the floor mid-stride. “Mom’s asl**p upstairs?” “Yes”, I replied, “since about 11.” “Good, I wanted a chance to have a talk with you.” I was now perplexed. What would she want to talk about? Was she upset about earlier? Her demeanor didn’t suggest so. “What about?” I mustered the courage to ask. She didn’t answer, but walked forward around the coffee table, and sat on it in front of me. “Well…” she said, with a pause. As she did, she ran her right foot up the inside of my left ankle. I couldn’t see for sure in the dim light, but I could feel against my bare skin that she was still wearing the same pantyhose, now slightly damp from having them on all night. “In four months, you’re going to marry my mother…” “Don’t worry, Amber, I’m not going to try to be a second fath…” “Don’t interrupt me”, she barked. “In four months, you’re going to marry my mother. But… that’s not going to happen if I don’t want it to.” I was beginning to get scared. Again it felt like I was being blackmailed by Amber, and she was good at it. I nodded my understanding. “You’re right. You’re not going to be another father. But we are going to have a certain special relationship. If you hope to ...