**Masked Desires**

The Halloween party was packed, bodies pressed together under dim strobe lights, the air thick with beer and sweat. I’d lost track of Jenna hours ago—my step-daughter, barely legal, all long legs and curves under that tight black cat costume. But that wasn’t my problem tonight. The masks made it easy to forget, to let the anonymity of the night take over.

I didn’t recognize her at first. Just a petite girl in a lace mask, dressed as a devil, her red corset pushing her tits up like an offering. She’d been watching me from across the room, licking her lips, hips swaying every time she took a sip from her cup. When she finally walked over, I caught the familiar scent of her vanilla perfume—fuck.

“Dance with me,” she murmured, her voice lower than usual, like she was trying to disguise it. But I knew.

I should’ve walked away. But her hand was already sliding down my chest, fingers tracing the outline of my cock through my pants. My breath hitched. “You don’t even know who I am,” I said, playing along.

She smirked, pressing closer. “Doesn’t matter.”

Her hips ground against mine, her ass snug against my hardening dick. I groaned, hands gripping her waist, pulling her even tighter. The music pulsed around us, but all I could hear was her soft panting in my ear.

“You like this?” she whispered, arching her back to rub her ass against me.

“Fuck yes.”

Her fingers fumbled with my belt, and before I could stop her, she had my cock in her hand, stroking me right there in the middle of the crowd. I hissed, hips jerking into her touch. “Someone’s gonna see,” I warned, but she just tightened her grip.

“Let them.”

She turned around, pressing her back to my chest, and guided my hand under her skirt. No panties. Just warm, slick skin. My fingers slid between her folds easily, her pussy already soaked. She whimpered when I found her clit, rolling it between my fingers.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” I growled.

She tilted her head back, lips brushing my neck. “Take me somewhere.”

I didn’t argue. The bathroom was too risky, so I dragged her into a darkened hallway, shoving her against the wall. Her mask was crooked now, revealing one bright eye, dilated with lust. I yanked her skirt up higher, her thighs trembling as I hooked one over my arm.

“Still don’t know who I am?” I rasped, thumb circling her clit.

She shook her head, breath coming in short gasps. “Don’t care.”

My cock throbbed. I lined myself up, the head pressing against her entrance. She was so fucking tight, her walls fluttering as I pushed in slow, inch by inch.

“Oh my god,” she choked out, nails digging into my shoulders.

I bottomed out, grinding deep, savoring the way her pussy clenched around me. “You like that, baby?”

“Yes—yes, fuck!”

I pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in, making her cry out. Her tits bounced with every thrust, her corset barely holding them in. I ripped the front open, spilling them free, and latched onto a nipple, sucking hard.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chanted, her pussy gripping me like a vice.

I knew I shouldn’t. I knew who she was. But the way she moaned, the way her body clung to mine—I lost it. My pace turned brutal, hips snapping against hers, the slap of skin echoing in the hallway.

“Gonna cum,” she sobbed, legs shaking.

“Do it.”

Her pussy clamped down, milking my cock as she came with a scream. I followed right after, filling her up, grinding deep as I pumped every last drop inside her.

Breathless, she slumped against me. I pulled my mask off first, watching the shock flood her face when she realized.

“D-Dad?”

I smirked, wiping my cock off with her skirt before tucking it away. “Happy Halloween, babygirl.”