She was wearing the same clothes that she had been when she came home from school—a tight white t-shirt that had the word “angel” written on the front and a short black skirt like she always seams to wear. Her blond hair was back in a girlish ponytail. Her hands were behind her back.
She looked at her bound dad, saw that he was now awake, and put on a big smile. Then, in an innocent schoolgirl voice, “Oh honey I’m so glad that you’re ok now! You weren’t feeling well, but I’m gonna take care of you.”
What was she talking about, Steve thought. He finally said, “Jen, what’s going on here. Did you tie me up? Take these things off my wrists.”
“Oh silly Daddy, I don’t think so. You need to be taught a lesson. I hadn’t realized how much so until last night. It’s ok if you want to be a sissy, you just have to do it right! So now you’re Steffie—ok Steffie?”
What was she talking about? “Jen, I’m sorry about last night. But what are you doing to me? Why did you dress me up like this and tie me up? Let me go now!”
“I don’t think so, Steffie! You’re mine tonight. You’re in for a night you’ll never forget!”
And with that Jen approached her bound father. She moved her hands in front of her, finally revealing what she had been hiding. It was a blond wig, with exaggeratingly long hair. Steve recognized it. Jen had worn it in a silly school play a couple of years ago.
“Here you go Steffie, the perfect look for you?” And with that she placed the wig on his head. He tried to fight it, but after a few seconds she succeeded in securing it in place.
“You look so good, Steffie! Almost like a sister to me! Let me show you.”
Jen ran out from the room, but returned in a second with a mirror and a camera. She came close to Steffie and held out the mirror.
Steve was shocked! He couldn’t imagine what he was seeing! The reflection in the mirror had elements of his face, but it was a woman’s—not just a woman’s but a slut’s, a whore’s!
He saw the long blond hair, now flowing down over his shoulders and down to his bra-covered tits. His lips were pained. Yes, he had on bright red lipstick! And rouge and mascara and all that other girl stuff. He didn’t know the first thing about makeup, but he sure saw a lot of it on his face—just like a cheap whore! Jen must have done this too while he was still out cold.
“See what a sexy girl you are!” Jen said, and with that, he saw a flash. She was taking pictures of him like that. “Come on Steffie, make a sexy face for me! Show me how hot you can be!” And Jen took more and more pics of him.
She put the camera and mirror down on the dresser, and picked up a stick of lipstick. “Looks like you need a little bit of a touch up.”
Jen came back up to her dad, got next to him, and then jumped up on the bed beside him. Then she straddled him. She now had one leg on each side of him, sitting on his stomach just below his new tits, and she undid the top of the lipstick.
“Here you go!” And with that she leaned forward, her tits just across from his face, and started to put the lipstick on his…forehead. What was she doing?
Steve didn’t care. He was mesmerized by her tits which were just inches from his eyes and his mouth. Her nipples poked into that thin layer of cotton. She definitely wasn’t wearing a bra! He just wanted to lick those nipples!
Before he could, Jen backed up, and started to do something with the lipstick on his chest, just above the bra. Was she writing something? He couldn’t see down there.
When she finished, she capped the lipstick. With both hands she started massaging his tits. “Wow, Steffie, these really look good on you. It’s a good thing we both wear the same size bra.”
With that Jen swung her right leg over him so that she could get off the bed. As she did, Steve couldn’t help but look under her skirt just a few feet from his face. My god, was she not wearing panties?! He thought he saw her snatch! It all passed too quickly, but he then realized his cock was hard!
Jen took a few more pics with the camera, and then showed him the mirror again. The cheap whore looking back at him really was a cheap whore.
In bright red lipstick on his forehead was the word “SLUT.” And on his upper chest it said: “FUCK ME!”
It really was a turn-on to see this image, until he realized that it was him! What was Jen doing to him?
“Jen, that’s enough! I’m sorry about last night! Now let me go!”
“Oh Steffie, don’t be mad. You look great! I know you like the way you’re dressed—just look at your little clit! It’s sticking up under your thong. It’s almost big enough to be a man’s cock, but not quite! Now tell me you like dressing this way!”
“What?”
“You heard me Steffie! Tell me you like wearing my thong!”
“Ok, I like that.” And that was true.
“And my bra? Tell me you like having tits and wearing my pink lacey bra!”
The truth was, Steve did like this too, especially the fact that they matched the thong. Grudgingly he said, “Ok I like that too. Now let me go.”
“And the wig? Do you like being a blond bimbo?”
“Yes.” The truth was it was all a turn on to him—the whole costume!
“And the makeup? You like looking like a slut?”
“Yes.” How much more was she going to put him through? Wasn’t this enough humiliation? Wasn’t she just going to let him go now?
“And being a slut!? Just like it says on your forehead? You like that too, right!?”
No reply.
“And like it says FUCK ME! on your chest. That’s what you want, right!? You want to be a slut, and get fucked like one, huh!?”
Where was this going, Steve thought. “Jen, I admitted I liked the other stuff, isn’t that enough?”
“See that’s the problem Steffie! You don’t like fucking enough! You like dressing like a whore, but you don’t like acting like one—yet! If you liked fucking, Mom wouldn’t have walked out on you and me! And the only way for you to want to fuck, my little slut, is to get fucked, and like it! To love it and want more! To get fucked like the cunt you are!”
Steve was frozen. What was Jen talking about? “What are you going to do to me?” he said.
“Don’t worry Steffie,” Jen said in a seductive voice. She pointed with both hands to the word “angel” written on the front of her t-shirt. “Don’t worry baby! I’m an angel!” She gave him a wink, and with it she lifted her shirt, revealing her soft milky white tits to him, but just for an instant.
She quickly pulled the shirt down. “Don’t worry sweetie, I’ll give you a night to remember!”
And with that, she turned and dashed out the room as Steve’s cock strained against it’s lacey encasement, his mind totally occupied by the image of Jen’s breasts.
It was only a minute before Jen returned. She looked the same, and still had a big grin on her face.
She approached the bed. “Steffie, what makes fucking so great is having a big cock inside of you. Do you know how good that feels?”
Steve was too afraid to answer. He shook his head “no.”
“Really Steffie? All those years that you weren’t fucking Mom, you weren’t getting fucked by men? Really? I thought you’d have been taking it up the ass?”
Steve just continued to shake his head.
“Interesting,” Jen said. “I was pretty sure a blond bimbo like you was somebody’s sissy by now. I guess you really do need to learn about sex. No problem Steffie, I’m just the man for the job!”
Had she said “man?” With that, another sly wink came from Jen.
Again, she hopped up on the bed and straddled her father, sitting on his stomach just below his fake breasts. But something was different. He had again tried to get a glimpse of her cunt as she straddled over him, but this time he thought he saw something under her skirt.
“See Steffie, a cock really is a wonderful thing. It’s a sin to let one go to waste. If only there was one here. Your clitty is awfully big, but it’s still only a clit. We need a nice, long, thick cock to play with!”
And with that, Jen lifted her skirt for a second, but long enough for Steve to see under it. Steve was shocked at what he saw.
Jen said, “How do you like this…it’s a miracle! Did you see that?” And again she lifted her skirt, this time holding it up.
She had a cock! Well, at least a plastic strap-on one! “It’s amazing what you can pick up at the local sex shop after school.”
Steve was staring. Yep, just two feet from his face, his daughter was sitting on his chest with a dildo pointing out at him. It was a plastic skin-toned one, and it must have been a good eight inches long. It looked pretty realistic with its veins and ridges, and it was pointing right at Steve.
He had never seen a dick—even a fake one—at such close a distance before. And compared to his small prick, this dick was huge. He was ashamed to feel intimidated and embarrassed by the plastic cock.
“See Steffie, this is a cock, a nice big cock, and today I’m going to teach you how much fun it can be!”
Jen stood up on the bed, one leg on each side of Steve. She slowly stripped off her skirt. Steve was practically looking straight up at her. The cock was sticking out, firm and long. She had leather straps around her waist and legs holding it into place. He could almost see her asshole. God she was hot!
While kicking the skirt off to the floor, Jen started stroking her dick. “See Steffie, guys like it when they do this. It makes them feel good. I even know of one pansy-assed little sissy who did this while wearing women’s panties last night!”
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