Tiffany had heard naughty things about her stepfather’s Masked Balls for years. That the guests had orgies and her stepfather had seduced young women while her mother watched. This year she was coming in disguise to see for herself. She’d fantasized about him for years. Now that her mother had divorced him, would she cross the line? Just how far could she go without revealing herself? WARNING: This erotic story is for ADULTS ONLY and contains graphic depictions of sexual intercourse between a man and his stepdaughter. All characters are over the age of eighteen. ----- EXCERPT: The scarves protecting her modesty came off, one by one, as the tempo built. First her stomach was exposed, then her chest. Fabric concealed the most intimate parts of her anatomy, but that only enhanced the eroticism. By the time the music started over, she was down to one scarf protecting her very skimpy bottom. She swayed up to him and slid it off, running it behind his head and pulling him toward her. His breath warmed her stomach and she knew he had to be able to smell the musky scent of her arousal. Hell, she could. This was the point where he would make a move, or he wouldn’t. His tongue snaked out and brushed her belly button, making her gasp. He looked up at her, gauging her reaction to the physical contact. She touched his face with her fingers, not pushing him away, but not guiding him, either. “I see my dance has excited you. Shall I be bolder?” “I am in your hands. You tell me when you’ve reached your line.” She smiled when he tossed her own words back at her. “So be it.” She pushed him back in the chair and ran her hands up his legs. When he didn’t object, she ran her fingers across his crotch. His erection was a significant obstacle. “Dear me, I seem to have aroused my host. That isn’t very nice of me to tease.” “Then you could stop teasing.” “What fun is that? I have only one rule; you keep your hands to yourself unless I say different. And under no circumstances do you touch my head or veil. If you do, I walk out the door.” “You don’t want me to know who you are?” “Part of being wild means I don’t have to worry about the consequences. You might see me next week and never know that we shared this moment. But I’ll know. It’s my secret and my gift to you.” She sank to her knees in front of him and spread his legs. Her nimble fingers undid his belt and unzipped him. Her heart pounded in her chest. She hadn’t really expected to go so far. She’d need to be gone before midnight. He could never know his own stepdaughter was about to go down on him.