Benjamin Royce - The spying stepdaughter

"Ouch, damn it!"

But it only lasted a moment, and she felt him fuck deep inside her.

"God, that feels good!" she screamed, the good feeling totally banishing the pain.

From then on it just got better and better. He was fucking her so fast that Cheri almost couldn't enjoy the strokes. But when she felt his hot spunk shooting inside her, she felt her insides spasming and her own fuck-juices flowing.

"It's wonderful," she murmured, wanting him to stay inside her.

"It was good," he said, pulling his coveralls back on. "I'll come back when I've got more time."

"Like hell you will!"

Cheri spat at the door, the moment he was gone.

Having seen the pleasure Bill gave her mother, Cheri knew that she had been used. Though she had enjoyed it, she also knew there was a lot more to fucking than what the maintenance man had given to her.

She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't hear the door open.

"What's been going on here?" Neva yelled.

"I just saw the maintenance man leaving…"

"Then we find you standing here naked!" Bill shouted.

Cheri just smiled, a trail of jism running down her leg.

As Cheri pulled out of the parking lot, she saw a couple of police cars pulling in from the other end.

"I guess we got out of there just in time," she said, feeling excited to know she had come so close to getting caught.

Driving away, she realized that she hadn't gotten the blonde's name, or a way to get in touch with her. Nor had she even thought to ask the guy what his name was.

Forcing her misgivings from her mind, Cheri let her thoughts drift as she drove. She didn't want to go back to her empty apartment, but she couldn't think of anywhere she really wanted to go. As usual, Bill kept slipping into her thoughts. She remembered lovingly and sadly what had happened the night after they had almost caught her with the maintenance man.

She was still sleeping in the living room. She was still hoping that Bill would finally come to her, though he never gave any indication of doing so. She had almost gone to sleep after having spied on them again when she heard the bedroom door open.

Holding her breath, Cheri slipped the covers off her naked body. It was Bill. And he didn't walk into the kitchen. But he didn't come to her, either. He just stood, naked, with a marvelous hard-on, leaning against the hall door, looking at her. Then he began stroking his prick, and Cheri had felt the tension building in her crotch.

She almost lost it when he pushed himself away from the door and moved over to stand right beside her. His hard prick was so close she could almost feel the heat of it. She could smell the hot sex, and she just knew he would be able to smell her own excitement. Her pussy was getting so wet she knew it had to be making a spot on the sheet. But he just stood there looking down at her and stroking his hard-on. Then he started shooting, and Cheri opened her mouth, but she was still too afraid to open her eyes and let him know she was awake.

Most of his hot jizm landed on her tits, with a little of it splashing on her belly. A drop or two even managed to land right on her hungry cunt, but she didn't think any of it found its way inside. A few drops did actually land in her open mouth, and she loved the taste of it. But it was just enough to make her hungry for more. Then he was gone.

As she remembered it, Cheri nearly ran a red light, so caught up in her frustrating memory that she didn't even see it. But she did manage to stop and she shook her head angrily at the thought that both of them had been such cowards.

"Damn!" she screamed at the uncaring would outside her car. "I've got to go somewhere, do something to get this shit off my mind!"

She decided to stop by the Vegas Club. Maybe Candy, Michelle, and some of the other girls she knew would still be working there.

The loud rock music slapped her in the face as she went through the door. It was one of the reasons she had quit. The constant clamor of the rock music drove her crazy. Michelle was definitely still working, since she was on stage as Cheri came in.

Taking one of the back tables, which still put her within four feet of the stage, Cheri felt her cunt twitch with desire. She could almost taste the beautiful girl's cunt on her tongue. Michelle finally looked her way and, from the smile on her face, Cheri knew she had recognized her, even through the bright lights. Michelle would be over to talk to her as soon as she finished her routine. Cheri sat back, waiting for the waitress to come and take her order.

With her plain Coke in front of her, Cheri took in every inch of the naked flesh on the stage, but her mind was roaming back to when she had first come to work here.

Her mother would've raised the roof if she had known her daughter was working here. And Cheri was really nervous about taking her clothes off in public, even though she had often wanted to do just that. But there was something about doing it for money, in a place where there was nothing but drunk men and other naked women, that seemed different than the way slit had dreamed about doing it. Still, it was a way to make money when jobs were hard to find, and it was something that she enjoyed doing – both the dancing and the nudity. So, with a couple of drinks to fortify her courage, Cheri had stepped out on the stage, wearing only a skimpy bra and bikini panties.

At first, she was so nervous that she couldn't seem to do anything right. But seeing the looks of admiration and desire on the faces of the men seemed to give her both courage and confidence. By the time she had stripped off the bra, her nipples hardening to the feel of the air on them, and the thought that all these men were staring at them, Cheri was really getting into it.

When it came time for her to strip off her panties. Cheri was actually eager to get rid of them. When her naked pussy felt the coolness of the open air and all eyes in front of her were riveted to that one spot on her body, she actually began to feel her fuck-juices flowing.

"That was fantastic!" She grabbed Candy and hugged her, the moment she came into the dressing room. "I was scared, but now I feel like I could fuck a mule!"

Candy, after pulling away from her, hugged her tighter. "I know what you mean. I get off on some of the looks those guys give me. But I'd better get on out there before I get carried away in here. You smell so – I don't know – so exciting. I feel like I could just eat you!"

She stopped, pulling away and turning her head, refusing to even look at Cheri. "I'd better get out there."

Cheri knew she was supposed to get dressed and mingle with the customers. A big part of the money she would make came from customers buying table dances – where the girls danced right at the table for five dollars, just for that particular customer – but she just didn't feel up to it. Holding Candy in her arms, with her cunt dripping wet, had made Cheri's legs feel very trembly. She was still sitting there when Candy came back in.

"You still here?" Candy seemed upset, and more than a little excited. "You can't make any money in here."

"I know." Cheri looked at the girl's naked pussy and saw that it was as wet as her own. "I just couldn't seem to get ready."

"Well, you'd better. Jerri won't like it," she said, her eyes staring at Cheri's naked cunt. "Damn, I've never done it with a woman. I never even felt like I wanted to. But your little pussy looks so delicious!"

Candy was suddenly on her knees, her head between Cheri's legs, her tongue licking up and down on her cunt-lips.

"Oh, shit!" Cheri moaned. "That feels so good!"

As she felt that wiggling tongue inside her, Cheri grabbed a handful of the light brown hair and pushed her hips up, pressing her hot cunt against the girl's busy mouth and tongue. Candy was moaning softly, sending vibrations into Cheri's pussy and throughout her body. Cheri moved one hand down to a smooth, white shoulder and loved the feel of the soft, heated flesh on her hand. Then, sliding her hand on around, she found one of Candy's little tits and pinched the hard nipple between a thumb and forefinger.