Until the moment my stepfather walked into the casino, I had led a pretty normal life. I was raised mostly by my mother, and my stepfather hadn't come into the picture until I was getting ready to head off to college. Our relationship was pretty normal, but I had always had a sort of secret crush on him, and I was glad that I had moved out before he had figured out my secret.
It had been years since we talked, but he recognized me immediately as he stepped into the poker room.
"Hi, Chelsea," he said, sitting next to me at the table. At first I felt a rush of panic that he was going to tell my mom I was out at a casino, but I was 26 and making a pretty good career out of playing cards, so I doubted anyone would care.
"Hi, Daddy." It felt weird to be calling a man in his early forties 'Daddy' when I was more than a quarter-century old, but that's how I had always known him. "What brings you to Vegas?" He and my mother spent their time living a boring life in Wisconsin, as far as I knew.
"Came with a group for a buddy's bachelor party." He gestured to the very loud, very drunk group of men standing at the door. "Are you playing professionally now?" I nodded, and he smiled. "That doesn't surprise me in the slightest. You always were three steps ahead of everybody else." He patted my head affectionately, and I faked a growl at my mussed hair.
Daddy laughed, and pulled out a rack of chips to be dealt into the game.
"Whoa there, Daddy. I don't want to take your money." It was my turn to tease him, and I was almost having too much fun with it.
"It's okay, sweetie. Your old man's not exactly a chump at the table." He grinned and looked at the cards he had been dealt before betting a pretty large stack of chips.
I glanced down at the cards I was holding. Two Aces. You're in for it now, Daddy. "Raise. To...three-fifty." I added three $100 chips to the pot, sending the action back to him.
"I'm all in." I barely gave him time to get his chips into the middle of the table before I called his bet, triumphantly flipping my cards. He laughed and showed the table his hand, containing the other two aces. The hand was a draw, and we both took our bets back.
"I've gotta run, sweetie. But it was great to see you, and we should definitely play some more while I'm in town." He pulled out his walled and took two cards, handing them both to me. The top one listed his personal information, including his phone number, occupation (plastic surgeon), and email address. The second was a hotel room key. He winked as I stared at it. "I'm in my own room. Come up tonight if you're interested in a more private game." Taking one of my hands in his, he squeezed tightly before turning away.
Without another word, he sped off to rejoin the group, yelling along with them as they tore up the Las Vegas Strip. I tried to turn my attention back to the game, but my mind was on Daddy's invitation and I couldn't get focused again. After losing a couple small pots I packed it in for the day, heading from the casino back to my apartment.
As I walked into the apartment, I dropped my purse on the table and pulled out my wallet, turning the two cards Daddy had given me over in my hands. What exactly did he think was going to happen when I went to his room at night? Surely he didn't want anything sexual to happen. But the wink he had given me kept bouncing around in my head, and I decided that I owed it to myself to check it out.
I poured a warm bath and slid in, already lost in thought about what I was going to wear and how I was going to act to seduce Daddy. As I thought about his muscular frame and the firm grasp of his hand around mine, I realized that I was getting more and more aroused fantasizing about that hand thrusting inside me, pulling my body as I climaxed.
While I daydreamed, I noticed my hand unconsciously running down my body, splashing down through the water to caress my clit. The warm water of the bath relaxed me, and I started gently rubbing my nub in circles beneath the surface. I felt my anxiety about the night slipping away, losing myself in the pleasure of the bath.
But my fingers were relentless, and it wasn't too long before I had slipped from my relaxed state into an aggressive one. I gently pushed my other hand into my pussy, thrusting in rhythm with the gentle motion on my clit. As I thought about the dirty things I hoped Daddy would do to me later, I felt my body tense and I knew I wasn't far from climax.
I slipped a second finger inside myself, moving both of my hands faster. The sensations were becoming impossible to ignore, and I pushed my body up to the edge before hesitating, slowing and enjoying the way teasing made my body scream at me.
I couldn't wait for long though, and I kept pushing myself until the rush began to spread through my body. As I leaned back and enjoyed the soothing water around me, ecstasy flooded all of my senses. As soon as I began to relax again, I went back into my pussy with three fingers, gasping at the rough motion.
Pulling my thumb up to brush against my clit, I used my free hand to roughly grope my breasts. The hard feelings I was sending through my body were beginning to border on painful, but I felt like I had to push ahead to the next orgasm.
It wasn't far away, and I began to gasp as my exhausted body pressed on, finally collapsing into ecstasy. I pulled my hand out, gently rubbing my clit and sliding my whole body into the warm water as I felt the pleasure consume me.
Once I got myself back into the moment, I washed my hair and stepped out of the shower. Drying myself with a fluffy purple towel, I took a glance in the mirror and grinned, wondering what kind of trouble I was going to get into that night.
Standing in front of my open closet, I flipped through the clothes, trying to find an outfit that was sexy but not over-the-top. I settled on a short black dress with an open back, figuring that I could go out and turn heads at a club if it didn't work out with Daddy.
I tried to read a book to pass the time until my visit, but nothing could keep my mind off Daddy's body and the desire I could barely contain. Somehow, I managed to keep myself occupied until it was time to leave.