DJ yourself

Eden

I walked a distance, trying to find a coffee shop, bookshop, restaurant, or anything that would take my mind from the fact that I fucked my stepfather. But there was no luck. Just as I was about to request an Uber ride, a car stopped next to me, and the back window went down, and there he was, the man I fucked, my motherfucking stepfather.

"You could have taken any of the cars at home, you know?" I didn't dare look at him. I don't even know what to say to this man. Does that mean he had been cheating on almighty Lilian before me? Is this something he's used to doing?

"No, thanks," I manage to say, avoiding eye contact. There is something about this man. Man, he has this power over me that I just can't pinpoint.

"Hop in; there is a nice coffee shop downtown." How the fuck did he know I was looking for a coffee shop?

I opened the door and went in. Lord, the first time I rode in a Rolls Royce had to be with my stepdad, the one who explored my pussy the first time I arrived in this town? I scoffed.

"What was that?" Daniel asked, his gaze now fixed on me, and I forgot everything. I forgot he was Lilian's husband and just stared at him. I squeezed my thighs together and moaned out loud when I felt the sensation coming, and he just stared right at me without saying a word. He knew; this man knew he was damn fine. He is not good for me. I should tell Lilian I can't stay with her and her husband. I need to leave this place.

I could smell my own juice, and I bet he did.

"You are very naughty, Eden. You squeeze your legs until you cum, right in front of me?" I say. "Look at what you've done?" He went on signaling to his pants. God, he was hard; what I did made him hard. I thought he wouldn't notice.

"You got your release. What are we going to do about my hard cock, slut?" I hated what he just called me, but it made me feel things, things I shouldn't be feeling because this man was my mother's husband.

"Well, DJ yourself," I say, looking outside the window, avoiding eye contact because I knew if I dared look at him, I might just squeeze my thighs again.

"Do I look like a DJ to you?"

"Learn to be one. I think I see a coffee shop," I say.

"No, we're going to the one I like." He says, and then it hit me: we were not alone in the car; the driver could have listened to our conversation. I signaled him in the direction of the drive.

"Oh, that? He can't hear a single thing." He says, "So now that you've seen Daddy naked, Eden, what are you going to do about it?" My cheeks flushed red; I looked like a tomato.

"Look, I didn't know you were her husband, okay. It was a mistake." I say.

"One that we both have to take responsibility for," he says, looking at me, and God have mercy! If I continue staying with Lilian, I will not be able to control myself around her husband. I mean, if I leave, no hard feelings; we are not even close. She won't feel bad because she has never been a mother to me. But if I stay and she learns that I fucked her husband, she will never understand. She will call me names and accuse me of wanting her life.

The best thing to do is to walk away from all this while I still have a chance.

"Look, I'm not staying. It was just a few days with Lilian, and I go back to where I'm coming from." I said to him, and he stared at me as though he wanted to kiss me.

"You are used to running away, aren't you?"

"Tell me how it will sound. Eden fucked her mother's husband. Look at me; they will think I want her life. People always believe whatever they want to believe. Leaving is a safe option.

"Right, okay, leave," he says, looking at me as though it were a dare. "Here we are; they sell the best coffee in town. Though it would have been nice to know you were drinking my cum instead of coffee."

I open my mouth to speak, but the words catch in my throat. I came down from the car, and he spanked my ass so hard that it made me yelp.

"See you at home, Prinzessin." He then gave me an amused smile. I stared at him, annoyed. and walked away.

I went into the coffee shop and sat by the corner. The waiter approached me. "What can I offer you, ma'am?"

"Espresso, please," I said, and he nodded. "Make it double."

The bastard was right; they are the best. Reality kicks in. I fucked my supposed dad. He doesn't seem to feel guilty for fucking me. He rather seems like he wants this to go on. I haven't had a good dick, and this man just fucked me like he meant it.

Is this what Lilian is enjoying every night?

Fuck! Why am I thinking about him with my mother? I gulped down the espresso and asked the waiter for more.

A text message came in; I checked, and it was from Lilian.

"Tonight you need to dress nice and elegant; we are going to a fundraiser. Trust me, you will find a rich husband there who can take care of you."

Then it hit me; it hit me so hard that I almost cried. Lilian never wanted to be a mother to me. She lied to me; she said she wanted us to get to know each other better, but now she wants me to dress up to attract rich men?

What was I thinking? She has never been a mother to me since birth. What made me think she would be now?

She wants me to play dress-up; I will play dress-up, but if anything, it's going to be for her husband!