Because getting his Step-Daughter pregnant would not exactly be a good look for a man being given the key to the city, only Mason, Corbin, my Mom and I knew who had knocked me up. The fact of our crazy relationship was not to be made public. Ever. So despite how much he said he wanted to arrive with my Mother and I on his arms, it couldn’t happen.
Corbin and Mason had also decided to delay, possibly indefinitely, a public announcement about them being Father and Son. For Mason this was again about public perceptions of him within his professional circles. For Corbin, it was about his ingrained independence, he didn’t want his business relationships and deals to be tainted by association with Mason, even though that association would in fact be massively beneficial.
A convenient, as far as Mason was aware, solution to allow both Corbin and I to attend the event was to have me bring Corbin as my date. It was plausible that the two of us could have met and hit it off outside of him being Mason’s Son, after all. Mason did warn us that we had better stop arguing with each other like a couple of spoiled brats on the evening, though. That problem had, of course, been solved. If only the new problem was as easy to manage.
I was not looking forward to the evening, but what could I do? Tell Mason and my Mom that I didn’t want to go in case I couldn’t stop myself from fucking my Step-Brother? That ought to smooth things right over.
I couldn’t deny a certain thrill, though. I hadn’t gone to the prom at my old school because nobody would take me, and I’d arrived too late to go to the prom at my new school. The dress I’d been given to wear for the evening was mind-bogglingly expensive. Long and flowing, it hugged my upper body but billowed out somewhat in the skirt. With the addition of some jewellery commanding rental rates far in excess of how much our old apartment used to cost, I felt like a princess by the time I was ready to go.
The Limo was waiting for me at the front door, everybody else had apparently managed to get ready before me, and Mason gave me an impatient glare when I dipped my head to enter the luxurious vehicle. My Mother and Mason sat facing forwards, Corbin and I sat facing backwards, and despite the opulent surroundings, I couldn’t help but feel a bit claustrophobic with the two men I was caught between in such close proximity.
It certainly leeched most of my prom-joy out of the situation, and brought home the still very real danger of my continuing lust for Corbin. I could almost feel a magnetic attraction pulling my body towards him as I stole the occasional glance out of the corner of my eye. I knew what the body under that tuxedo looked like, I know just how big that cock was and what it felt like filling me up.
The atmosphere in back of the limo was a mixture of subtle and expensive perfumes and colognes all attempting to make its own statement about the wearer. Mason’s I recognised, mine too of course. My Mom’s was easy to pick out, sophisticated and womanly. That left one scent to identify, which must have belonged to Corbin. In much the same way as one can concentrate on a particular conversation in a crowded room, I tuned out the other smells and inhaled Corbin deeply like a junkie getting a fix of her drug of choice.
Why did he have to be so hot and so forbidden at the same time? Just being near him I felt myself getting wet between the legs as if my body was preparing to take charge and once more take rational thought out of the driver’s seat.
I was grateful when Mason started rattling off instructions for how everybody was to conduct themselves that evening around particular people who were going to be there. Even when he wasn’t unleashing his incredible cock on me, Mason Alexander commanded attention. Thankfully, I wasn’t expected to be much more than polite arm-candy, so I didn’t bother memorising names of ‘dignitaries’ and their partners.
Just then I noticed Corbin’s hand was brushing against my thigh, hidden under the bulky folds of my dress, and the realisation hit me like an electric jolt. Had I been slowly shuffling towards him the entire car journey, or had his hand been sneaking towards my body as his Father spoke? Either way, I did my best to move away from him inconspicuously, when every fibre of my being wanted to move closer.
We arrived at the event centre, fashionably late by about fifteen minutes, for which I had to accept partial responsibility. Corbin and I exited the vehicle first, I was almost blinded by the flash photography, the reporters screaming Corbin’s name to try and trick him into looking directly at their cameras for the best shots. I was like the proverbial deer in the headlights until Corbin presented his arm and I clung to it like a life preserver as he guided me along the red carpet towards the entrance.
I stole a glance behind me to see my Mom and Mason step out of the Limo. I couldn’t stifle a smile, my Mom looked absolutely beautiful, and she had such poise. She looked like she totally belonged with Mason as the pair paused to pose for a journalist, who tended to write favourable articles about him and his businesses, and her photographer.
I hoped I grew into the lifestyle like her. It was possible, I got my looks and my sass from her, why not a bit of composure too? I thought about how she had told her old boss to shove his job ‘square’ in his asshole and my smile grew even wider.
“She wants you, Corbin!”
That got Corbin’s attention, and the resourceful photographer was rewarded with a picture of the two of us on the red carpet looking directly down the lens before a blush rose on my cheeks and a general chuckling ran through the crowd on either side. Then we were past the door security and in the comparative silence of the foyer.
A member of the hospitality staff directed us to the correct room, and another led us to our table. The evening progressed about how I expected, expensive food, a little too much expensive Champaign, lots of people coming up to the table to meet and greet Mason, or grovel at his feet. I was slightly surprised at how many people wanted to speak to Corbin as well, this being an event for his Father after all. I had to admire how well he handled himself, he was a natural leader and his voice had the stirrings of the power that I had heard in full force with Mason when he had taken my virginity.
After dinner, the presentation and various speeches, there was a live jazz band and the dance floor slowly began to fill. Mason and my Mom danced non-stop, I wondered if it was so people would stop bothering him, asking him for favours like this was the day of his daughter’s wedding or something.
“Dance with me,” Corbin said.
“What? No, are you crazy?”
What was he thinking? It was like he didn’t know that I was practically having to hold on to my chair with white knuckles to stop myself from getting down on my knees and taking his cock in my mouth right there in front of all these important people. To be on the dance floor pressed up close, surrounded by his wonderful smell and feeling his heat against me, that would be… hard to bear. Maybe that was what he was counting on.
“It’s expected,” he said as if that settled everything.
Corbin led me to the dance floor, all I could think about was the touch of his hand on mine, the shape of his ass through his pants and how perfect he looked from his no nonsense haircut to his expensive black shoes. If I was a princess, he was most certainly a prince.
Within eight seconds of us arriving on the dance floor, the relatively upbeat song the band was playing ended and they transitioned into a much slower number. Of course. Corbin slipped a hand around my waist and pulled me against him, his lower body partially disappearing into the many folds of my dress.
My multi-millionaire Step-Brother led me around the dance floor as I stared up at him wistfully, every shift of his hips seemed to push aside more folds of my dress until his pelvis was essentially right up against my body. It was every bit as unbearable as I thought it would be, being slowly swayed around the room in a beautiful dress and jewellery by one of the most handsome men I’d ever seen, his smell just as intoxicating as expected. Why did things have to be so complicated? Why did I have to deny myself what I wanted most in the world at that very moment? Was Corbin feeling the same things?
I had my answer
when I felt a distinct hardness pressing against my stomach. I closed my eyes and rested my head against his chest, trying to drown out all other sensations so I could concentrate on the wonderful confirmation of his lust for me. It was an odd combination of relief and torture to feel his hard cock again, so magnificent to know he wanted me, such torment to know we couldn’t act on our desire. Or so I thought.
“I need you. Now,” Corbin whispered in my ear.
“We… can’t, remember what we said…” I barely managed to get the words out, fighting against my instinct to scream ‘Yes!’ and drop to my knees for him.
“I don’t care. I need you, Tiffany. I…”
Corbin’s voice trailed off, but my heart was pounding so much that it was ringing in my ears. It had sounded like the next word to come out of his mouth was going to start with an ‘L’. Could that be possible? My resistance was melted away like a snowflake on the sun.
“Fuck me, Corbin,” I whispered.
Pushing his manhood against me even harder for a moment, Corbin raised his head and looked around before casually leading me off the dance floor to the side of the room. The area he was aiming for was where several tables had been in the early part of the evening, bearing various finger foods for people to nibble on before dinner. They had been cleared away some time during the presentations and now it was dark and deserted. Mostly deserted, anyway, but it was still right next to the dance floor… and in the same room as all the movers and shakers of the state. Surely Corbin couldn’t really be thinking of fucking me here?
Corbin leaned casually against the wall and spun me around on the spot before placing his hands on my hips and pulling me backwards against him. Within seconds, I felt his hard cock grinding against my ass through my dress , the billowy folds partially hiding his movements. With my high heels on, and Corbin’s feet planted slightly more than shoulder-width apart, we were at just the right respective heights for his hard shaft to nestle between my ass cheeks.
I’d been daydreaming about his big dick ever since he’d fucked me and we’d vowed that it couldn’t happen again. My thoughts alone had been enough for my pussy to get wet already, to finally feel him against me had me positively aching for his hard length.
Even so, my first instinct was still to push his hand away when I felt him slowly and carefully begin pulling my dress up at the back. I fought against my fear of embarrassment, knowing I’d probably regret both letting him or not letting him have his way with me. At least one option would involve having his thick rod in my slit, so I kept my hands firmly at my sides, fists clenched in anticipation.
At last I felt his fingers on the back of my thigh and almost yelped with excitement. I looked from side to side, scanning the faces to see if anybody was watching us, but everybody seemed to be mostly engrossed in trying to network and I didn’t see any eyes watching us specifically. I was incredibly thankful for the style of dress. Corbin’s activities were, as far as I could tell, almost entirely hidden from view.
I wasn’t sure if anybody could tell that my dress was slightly bunched up at the back, or if anybody might glance over and question why they couldn’t see Corbin’s right hand. I didn’t have much time for thoughts like that either, his fingers moved from the back to my inner thigh and moved upwards until I felt their pressure against the crotch of my panties and I let out a whimper that was drowned by the music from the jazz band.
I was desperate for him, there was no two ways about it. I wondered if he could feel my slickness through my panties already, I hoped he could. Corbin began running a single finger along the length of my slit, rubbing at me through my panties, and I pushed myself even harder against him, trying to give him as much access to my sex as I could.
A waiter walked by and gave us a polite nod as he went about his business, collecting old wine glasses and delivering fresh ones. I had no idea what Corbin did, but the look on my face must have been priceless, because my Step-Brother’s fingertips had managed to probe right between my legs all the way to my clit at that precise moment and a spark of pleasure jolted into my body. I was sure some of that sudden bliss must have made its way to my facial expression.
Nevertheless, the waiter carried on as if nothing was amiss and we were left to our own devices. Corbin knew what he was doing and soon had me squirming against his fingers, trying desperately to make him rub me even harder, frustrated by the panties diminishing the sensation. I hoped it looked like I was gently moving to the music and not trying to get off on my date’s fingers.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned just as the band stopped playing.
An older couple walking past looked disapprovingly in our direction, and I felt a blush rising in my cheeks under their scrutiny. Thankfully the general hubbub of the talking crowd had stopped my vocalisations travelling too far and I soon forgot all about them as Corbin’s hand moved to my lower back and I felt his fingers slip under the waistband and begin to pull my panties down. Tugging first on one side and then the other, he worked them down until they were halfway down my thighs.
I couldn’t believe I was standing there in a room full of politicians, business leaders, celebrities and the fabulously wealthy, my panties down, pregnant with the child of my billionaire Step-Father’s child, and sopping wet for my secret Step-Brother. Really one of those ‘if you had told me a year ago…’ kind of situations. But there I was.
Corbin’s fingers found my sex again, and this time I knew there could be no hiding from him just how aroused he was making me. A single finger plunged into my depths as I stood slightly bow-legged to stop my panties from sliding completely down to the floor. I squeezed at his thrusting finger, feeling my pussy walls hugging it on all sides, timing myself to grip him when he was at full depth, as if holding him inside me.
Alternating between thrusting into my pussy and stroking my clit with his wet finger, Corbin soon had me on the brink of orgasm. For a girl who had only had sex with two people in her whole life, I couldn’t believe I was about to cum potentially in front of hundreds of people, if they happened to look my way. Then I felt Corbin’s hot breath on my ear.
“I’m going to fuck you right here in front of everybody.”
“Can we get away with it?” I panted.
“I don’t care, I need to cum inside you again,” he said.
I was too swept up in the moment to do anything but nod my consent, pouting when I felt his hand leave my sex to fumble at his zip and underwear for a moment, under the concealing cover of my dress. The next thing I knew, Corbin’s big cock was sliding between my pussy-juice-slickened thighs, all away along the length of my slit until it was poking out at the front. I looked down but my dress hid everything, big as his dick was there was no evidence of tenting.
I thought he was going to slam his cock all the way home inside my pussy, but instead he just kept sawing it back and forth along my slit, coating his length with my natural lubricants. I angled my hips downwards and felt his cock rubbing against my clit as he did his best to be discreet with what he was doing.
The band stopped playing again and Corbin fell still, the head of his cock positioned tantalisingly between my outer labia, nudging at my tight tunnel. I saw the lead singer having a few words with his band, I hoped they were going to play something loud.
My wish was granted when, with trumpets blaring and drums thumping, the lead singer broke into a fast paced song that I didn’t recognise. That was no surprise, I didn’t actually recognise any of their songs, but I liked this one. Not that I had much concentration to spare for music critique, as Corbin slid his entire length of cock inside me all at once.
I let out a loud ‘uh’ of effort and pleasure, utterly drowned out by the music, and savoured the feeling of Corbin’s massive dick as it began to thrust in and out of me. I had to hold myself back from pushing against him over and over again, I craved that full-body-shaking impact from every stroke that I had become accustomed too, but I didn’t want to be seen.
I sensed that Corbin was h
aving the same issues, thrusting into me with subtle movements of his hips instead of the full-length pounding I knew he wanted. One of his hands was on my hip under my dress, the other was on my hip over my dress, both were gripping me hard and I imagined the slap of our bodies meeting in time with the beat of the music.
From deep inside my belly I felt the stirrings of a powerful orgasm and prayed to whatever Gods were in charge of such things to not cum between songs. Each discreet thrust of Corbin’s pleasuring cock into my depths brought me closer and closer until I felt like I was going to explode. That’s when a smiling gentleman I recognised as Senator Thomas Richmond approached us, his trophy wife at his arm.
“Corbin Brant!” He declared, “Great to finally meet you! Thomas Richmond.”
I’d seen Richmond on the news when he’d announced he was going to run against President Tobin in the next election. Everybody knew he was going to get destroyed, but he was still an influential politician who would no doubt be given some important portfolio to manage from the inevitably re-elected Tobin.
Corbin and I froze on the spot, I wondered if he was staring at the outstretched hand with as much horror as I was. Slowly, with no clear alternative, I felt his hand withdraw from my hip under my dress and reach out to Richmond. A stray flash of light from somewhere near the stage caught it at just the right angle and I could see his fingers still wet with my juices as the older man furiously pumped Corbin’s hand up and down in a good old-fashioned handshake.
“The country needs more young people like you, your company created a lot of jobs. I was glad to see you do so well with the sale, hope you can repeat the success many times.”
“Thank you, sir, I’ve got big plans.”
“Bah, sir nothing, call me Thomas, and don’t be afraid to give me a call if you need anything. So often, it’s not what you know, it’s who you know.”
Richmond glanced down at me with a warm smile. I hoped I looked polite and respectable, just like Mason had said I needed to be for the evening.
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