Stepdad Billionaire Series

Step-dad Billionaire

As she adjusted her grip, Mr. Hot Waiter nervously glanced at her cleavage. Though he tried not to look back at it, he always failed.

“I… Yes… That would be nice…”

Amiee grinned. “Oh, I was hoping you’d say that,” she purred, brazenly running her fingers over his cock, shielding the view from the rest of the crowd with her body. “Why don’t you meet me in one of those offices over there in five minutes?”

Hot Waiter was floundering now, trying to figure out what exactly to say. A few of the guests were staring at them now, but Amiee ignored them. She was completely focused on her goal, even if he seemed way more nervous than she’d anticipated he’d be.

“Well, uh…” he began, his gaze flicking to her tits once more. “Yeah. Five minutes.”

Amiee leaned back just enough to look into his face. She bit her lip, wriggling her hips and giving him a little stroke through his pants before letting him go. She heard him let out just the softest of grunts as she did so. “Hurry, will you?”

She pouted for effect, pausing long enough to gauge his reaction. She felt it more than saw it. His dick was straining, and it would be interesting to see how he managed to get through the crowd without drawing attention with that raging erection.

“Looks like you’re going to have a hard time getting there. Maybe I can help you with that…”

Hot waiter’s cock surged upwardly as she stepped in front of him, shielding things from view and letting her hand slip quickly into his pants, shifting his shaft up and leaving it trapped behind his belt. It was throbbing so hard that she could feel the tip pulsing as she gave him the quick adjustment. It wanted out. It wanted release. Good. That meant she had him right where she wanted him.

He wet his lips, his blue eyes looking over her shoulder and his face freezing in fear. As she pulled her hand free, her whole body tense and a feeling of dread rolling over her, she heard the voice drifting over her right shoulder.

“Amiee, I… What are you doing?”

With just those words, her stomach plummeted toward her feet, crashing into the ground below and splattering over the tile. Her eyes widened and her throat dried up, forcing her to choke. She spun quietly, tongue stumbling as a word left her mouth.

“D… Daddy?”

As soon as she’d heard his voice, she knew, but seeing him standing over her made it all the worse.

“I…” he began again, but she stepped away, hand over her mouth as her eyes fell on the huge tent in his own impeccable slacks. He immediately shifted to try to hide it, but it was all she could look at now. Her stepfather must have watched her trying to pick up the waiter, and he’d been turned on! The whole scene was shocking, and yet, instead of wanting desperately to run away, it was getting her so wet that her panties were clinging to her.

“Oh God,” she said, cutting him off before he could say another word. “I’m sorry...”

Then she turned, quickly heading through the large open lobby and towards the offices on the far side, refusing to run only because she didn’t want people to see her. If anyone had seen what had happened back there, it could be a disaster, and that was the last thing Amiee needed right about now.

She didn’t want anyone to know what a huge mistake she’d just made, and God help her if anyone had seen the way it made her stepfather react. What would people say? She threw herself into an office and slumped against a big oaken desk, trying to breathe.

“Amiee, honey,” she heard her stepfather say a few moments later. It was muffled a bit by the music and the door, but she was sure it was him. “Can I come in?”

Amiee looked up from the bed, certain her mascara was running in black rivers down her cheeks. She wiped the bottom of her eyes, hoping to at least mask some of the damage. She was absolutely mortified, but her stepfather pitying her while she cried would only make it worse.

She took a deep breath, clearing the sobs from her chest. Then she said, “I guess.”

Her stepfather opened the door slowly and stepped inside, closing it behind him.

His blue eyes were shining so brightly they almost had a violet hue. It was very striking against his jet black hair. There wasn’t even a hint of gray to it, which was unusual for a man his age, but somehow, her stepfather seemed to perpetually remain in his thirties. Even with all the stress of running his company and her mother’s death, it was like time just couldn’t touch him.

He heaved a sigh. “I… realize that was awkward. For both of us.”

Amiee looked away. She could feel her cheeks turning the same sanguine color as her dress.

“Yeah. Obviously.”

“I didn’t realize you were…,” he continued, taking a few steps toward the desk. “I wasn’t trying to intrude…”