Hot and Bothered

Harold gave them a quick tour of his palacial home, ending in an actual ballroom with the promised open bar.

"Rex!" Harold greeted the bartender. "This lovely young lady is Elsa Jean. She's been pregaming with brownies and is up for just about anything."

Elsa giggled. It was true.

"Well, I specialize in just about anything," the bartender bragged.

"Do you think you could make her a Mosca Loca?" he asked.

"What's that?" Elsa Jean asked.

"It's spicy!" he ssid. "You'll love it!"

"OK!" she agreed.

Harold and his maid left to go greet new guests and Elsa Jean watched in fascination as the bartender made a show of constructing a shockingly green cocktail garnished with a jalapeno on the rim of the highball glass.

Elsa Jean took it and took a tentative sip. Itvwas indeed spicy, but also refreshing. She felt her ears get warm and giggled.

"You like it?" the bartender asked solicitously.

"It's good!" she said, and took another sip to show she meant it.

She continued to drink it as Rex poured her creepy stepdad a beer. Somehow, the spiciness intensified when she stopped drinking it, but the solution to that was obvious. And once the drink wad gone, Rex was right there with a replacement. Such a great guy!

And so cute! She hadn't noticed it before, but Rex was gorgeous! Elsa's crotch was getting warmer than her cheeks and ears.

Elsa was about to start flirting with the hot bartender when Harold came back with four more people. The two guys were really hot. The two women were really hot too, now that Elsa thought about it. And Harold! Damn! Elsa need to get her some of that!

"Let's not hog the bar, Elsa Jean," Tom said, taking her by the arm and tugging.

"Don't tou..." she started to say out of old habit, then froze.

When had her creepy stepdad gotten so hot? Elsa's pussy gushed.

"Would you like a snack, Elsa Jean?" Tom asked. "Harold put out a great spread. I know how you like a great spread."

"Great spread..." she said, her head swimming. "Snack..."

She looked back at all the other hot people by the bar. She wanted to be with them, not her hot, creepy stepdad. But then Tom put his arm around her shoulder and her knees went weak. It felt so good! She leaned against his chest has he led her away from the little group and over to the snack table.

Elsa Jean's panties were getting damp. Her nipples were singing. This was so wrong! Tom should not make her feel this way!

"Look at these, Elsa Jean!" Tom said. "Oysters on the half shell! Fancy!"

He took one and handed it too her, his arm slipping from her shoulder to rest on her hip.

Elsa wasn't sure about the oysters, or the arm, but the oysters looked cooling and her tongue was on fire, having stopped sipping her drink.

She slurped it down. It was yummy and it did sooth the burning in her mouth. But not in her crotch.

"You know they're an aphrodisiac," Tom commented, taking the empty shell from her and handing her another.

"They are?" she asked, her eyes going wide.

That was the last thing she needed! But Tom lifted her hand to her lips and she slurped it down helplessly. She shivered and her pussy gushed.

"I...I need..." she told her hot stepdad.

"What do you need, Elsa Jean?" he asked. "You know I'll give you whatever you need."

His hand started kneading her ass and she whimpered.

"I need... bathroom l I need the bathroom!" she said, ripping her mind away from the horrifically hot request she was about to make.

"Of course, Sweetie!" he said. "I'll show you where it is. I've been here before."

Elsa had really been hoping that she could have Harold show her and then beg him to fuck her. She was so horny! But Tom was steering her further and further away from the other people. Once they were out of the ballroom, her stepfather was the only man anywhere near her. So near her. So hot. So horny.

It seemed to take forever to get to the bathroom and evey step made her panties squelch. Tom continued to stroke snd squeeze her ass. She wanted to tell him to stop, but she was afraid if she did he might stop.

At last they were at the swanky bathroom, though, and she could leave her creepy hot stepdad and frig herself until she could get back in control of her libido. Her panties were indeed soaked there between her ankles and the smell of arousal filled the room. Somehow her pussy was making more and more lubricant as she masturbated, until her hands were glossy with it.

She visualized ex-boyfriends, celebrities, teachers. She imagined them fondling and fucking her. She moaned and groaned but she couldn't seem to get off! Why couldn't she get off?

"Are you ok in there Elsa Jean?" Tom called to her, and the collge professor she was imaging fucking morphed into her stepfather.

"I...I don't know..." she admitted.

"What can I do for you, Sweetie?" he asked through the bathroom door. "You know Daddy Tom can give you everything you need!"

She whimpered, bit her lower lip, and felt her resolve to get herself off crumble. It was impossible! She knew what she needed, as much as she hated to admit it.

She abandoned her discarded clothing and staggered to the door wearing nothing but her beanie. She opened it wide and stood before him in quivering humiliation.

"Fuck me, Tom," she requested. "I need you to fuck me. Please."

"Of course you do, Sweet Elsa!" he said. "You need dick and Daddy Tom has a big one just for you!"

God, he was so creepy! And Elsa just melted as he picked her up in his big strong arms and carried her to a nearby bedroom. He was so fucking creepy and that's what Elsa Jean needed.

As he bent her over and pressed his big cock into her **** twat, she hated him and she hated herself. But oh how she loved being fucked!

"Oh god yesl" she exclaimed as her head exploded and her body trembled. "I need this! I NEED this!"

"That's right, my Sweet Little Slut," he said. "Daddy Tom's cock makes everything better."

"Oh yes! Oh yes!" she couldn't help but agree as he pistoned in and out of her, driving all **** into the furthest recesses of her tortured soul.

"Oh god, I'm such a slut," she confessed as she ground herself back against her stepfather.

"That's right, Elsa Jean," he said, squeezing her hips and swirling his cock inside of her. "You're Daddy Tom's little slut. Say it, Sweetie. Say that you're Daddy Tom's little slut."

She hadn't fallen that far had she? But then his thick thumb was pressing against her asshole.

"I'm Daddy Tom's little slut!" she proclaimed, then squealed as she was hit by the biggest orgasm of her life. It went on and on, wave after wave of pleasure, relief and release. The world melted. The universe exploded, And Daddy Tom's Little Slut just came and came and came, knowing she would never be the same.

She collapsed and quivered, leaking from every orafice, her limbs useless, her mind more so.

"You ok there, Little Slut?" Daddy Tom asked.