All characters are at least 18 years old.
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Cherry
It was unlike anything I'd ever seen.
Not the club itself. Based on what I'd seen on TV and in movies, the club wasn't anything extraordinary. Booths with tables ringed the dance floor, offering a bit of privacy and relative quiet from the fever of the rest of the room. Large doors on the other walls seemed to lead even deeper into the club, perhaps private rooms or something. Forming the ceiling above the dance floor was a seamless sheet of black glass, and I could easily imagine it as a sort of observation deck.
No, what made Taboo stand out was its patrons. Nobody was here alone, and too many of them shared physical characteristics with their partners. It might have even been safe to assume that everybody here shared blood with the person they were dancing with. There were a surprising number of older people here. Some were simply older than what one would suppose the average club hopper would be, while others were legitimately, factually old. Most of them weren't partaking in dancing, opting instead to lounge in booths with their partners.
Dad put a hand on my shoulder and pulled me toward him protectively. He was surveying the club critically, yet also seemed intrigued. His hand slipped down to cup my torso under my arm, then slid further down until he was palming my waist. Biting my lip, I clung to him, savoring the thought that I was dad's woman here. And judging by how this club worked, he was mine alone.
"Anyway, you guys have fun!" Stef called over the music.
"Wait, you're leaving?" I protested.
"We've got a song to catch!"
Brie looked like she wanted to say something more, yet didn't seem to fight too hard when Stef dragged her off to the dance floor. Drew took his mom's hand and moved to follow suit. Ms. Hammond looked at us abashedly, especially at dad, before letting her son sweep her off for a dance. It felt so surreal that everybody was... okay with what was happening.
Noticing he wasn't moving, I looked up at dad. He was still taking things in, apparently, and I nudged him to one of the booths for a quiet place to talk.
Snapping out of his daze, he looked down at me as we walked, then seated himself across from me at the table. "Hey princess. Sorry, it's just a lot to take in. And Drew and Colette..." He paused, watching them grinding against each other out there with the other couples. "So many things make sense now. And I couldn't help but notice you weren't all that surprised."
As he turned back to me, I blushed. "Um... Yeah. I found out a few days ago."
He shook his head. "And you didn't take issue because we're the same."
Nodding sheepishly, I looked back out at my friends. Ms. Hammond was casting a glance at us from time to time, most likely still worried what dad would think, and Drew seemed to be enjoying the hell out of it. Stef and Brie had their hands all over each other, roaming through their hair and under their clothes.
"Cherry," dad said, making me jump. "Do you want to go out there?"
I wet my lips and swallowed, wistfully watching Stef and Brie fondle each other right in the open. I wasn't as bold, obviously, but I couldn't help but feel aroused at their shameless display. Dad took my hand and pulled me to my feet, dark desire in his eyes. My single word of hesitance was drowned out by the music as we moved among the dancing couples. He took me by the waist, and with my backless dress his hand was on my bare skin. His touch felt electric, and I was having trouble holding still. I felt like jitters weren't a good fit for dancing, but dad took over. He wasn't using modern dance moves, which made me giggle a bit and helped ease my nerves. Dad was dancing a bit more classically, though it wasn't strictly ballroom stuff, but rather a more casual form. Next to all the people grinding and shuffling around, I felt oddly elegant as I followed his lead.
The song changed to something dad would find difficult to dance to. Trance or dubstep, one of those; it was all so confusing sometimes. I guess dad finally decided 'when in Rome' and took me by the hips. My breath hitched as he pressed his crotch to my ass. He was hard in seconds, driving his length between my cheeks. Nearby, Drew was pressed up against his mom, each hand with a fistful of her boobs. She was biting her lip hard as wet spots appeared on the front of her dress.
"Oh my God," I breathed as dad dry humped me in the middle of the dance floor. Drew was milking his mom right there. She was lactating? Wait, was she pregnant? Had Drew knocked her up? I felt my panties moisten at the prospect and grit my teeth. Damn it, I was turning into a pervert. I was turned on by the thought of dad fucking me because I loved him. Why was I aroused by the thought of Drew putting a baby in his mom?
Because you want your dad's cum inside you.
It was no coincidence that the thought in my head had been voiced by Lexi. She'd become the symbol of depravity in my life. And yet the thought had been my own. I wanted to give myself to dad. Taking his hands in mine, I guided his fingers to my nipples through the dress. He pulled away, and when I looked back at him his expression had grown guilty. Spying the bar off to one side, I pulled him over and waved the bartender down.
"What can I get you folks?" he asked.
"Whiskey. Whatever you have, neat." Dad still looked a bit flustered, but at least he figured along the same lines as me that he needed a drink.
"Got it. And for the lady?"
"She's not old enough to drink."
"As you like."
The man poured dad a finger of liquor and went about serving other patrons. Dad eyed him suspiciously before downing the glass. "That guy made it sound like the drinking age is negotiable."
"I think it is," I said, and dad raised an eyebrow. "I was asking Lexi about this place before she came. The twins, my other friends, told her that they had no problem serving them alcohol. And honestly, considering everything else going on here, not carding the drinkers is probably the least of their concerns."
We spotted Drew and his mom moving toward the doors leading deeper into the club, making out the whole way. The chest of Ms. Hammond's dress was soaked through, and they disappeared down the hall together.
"I suppose that's true enough," dad decided. His gaze lingered on my chest and I squirmed a bit. Bringing my elbows in, I tried to push what little I had into cleavage, but dad pulled my arms away and my chest flattened again. "That's better."
"You sure you like this?" I asked, and he nodded firmly. I smiled shyly and he tipped my chin up, leaning down to kiss me. As it went on, we grew more desperate, more hungry. I climbed onto his lap and he spread my legs so I could straddle him while we made out. His fingers made their way into my hair, running along the roots before wrapping a length around his fist. I gasped, panting like a bitch in heat as he nibbled on my lips. The bartender came back our way, and dad tapped his fingers next to his glass for a top-up. He broke free of our kiss to down it, then we resumed indulging in each other. I could taste the whiskey on his tongue, and I messed his hair up when I grabbed his head, wanting more. We repeated this a few more times, once with me taking a sip from the tumbler as well. Each time left dad getting bolder and bolder, and I loved it.
His kisses turned gentler, and he released my hair so he could trail his fingers down my back again, cupping my ass as his hand wrapped under me. I purred happily, moaning as his fingers crept closer to my holes.
