CrystalVeeyantXXX
05-22-2026, 05:55 AM
What the hell are you doing, Steve? I yelled to my libido.
I must be crazy dressing up in my own teenage stepdaughter’s lingerie like this, but I couldn’t help it. I tried wearing my wife’s, but Judy only wears big, hideous cotton spinster bras and oversized granny panties. Stacy’s lingerie is so very sexy, and the thought of covering that ripe young body of hers…
Fantasies are okay—she’s only your stepdaughter!
Carefully, I put on the three-piece set. I loved the feel of the tight lacy bra and panties and garterbelt, the silkiness of her stockings on my legs. I held a pair of her dirty panties to my nose and savored the musky scent of her pussy and the sharp scent of her ass. I stroked my raging hard-on through the thin, lacy fabric. Before long I’d need to jack off. The fantasy played in my head…
Stacy comes into the bathroom. She’s naked and stroking her clit. She says she’s always wanted to dress me up and mess around with me. She gets on her knees. I look down and see my beautiful teenage stepdaughter—no, daughter!—open her mouth and take my dick in her mouth while I’m wearing her sexiest underwear. My teenage daughter is sucking and sucking me…
I couldn’t wait any longer. I pulled out my dick and moved to the center of her bathroom when I could shoot my jizz and then clean it off the tile. I panted and moaned as the knot in my balls and crotch began to swell into an exquisite ache. I frantically jacked off as I neared the edge. I cried out as the pleasure traveled the length of my cock and a huge jet of cum arced through the air and landed on the floor. My eyes followed my load to the ground. So much!
Then I sensed motion in the upper edge of my vision. It was Stacy with an evil smile on her face, holding her phone toward me. With a sickening feeling I realize that—
You’re busted!
“That was perfect, Daddy! This is going to go viral on the web. Do you like the title of ‘Kinky Daddy,’ Steve? I do know how you love me to call you ‘Dad’ after all. Oh, this is perfect!”
“Stacy!” I gasped. “What are you doing here?”
“Getting my final blackmail on you… Daddy.”
“You… What?” I glared at her, despite being caught in her lingerie get-up with my boner poking out of her panties. “What do you mean by final? Give me your phone.”
She took a step back and dialed. “Hi, Janine. Yes, I’m really doing it. Look… If I don’t call you back in thirty minutes, upload that memory card to that blog and take it live.” She looked at me like a cat cornering prey. “I’ve been shooting pictures of you for months. This last one is just the best, but everything else I have is more than enough to ruin you. Like totally.”
It felt like I had been kicked in the gut. My dick went soft and slipped back into her panties all on its own. I realized I was completely helpless. Oddly that thought made my loins tingle deeply. Almost as if I was getting turned on. “What do you want?” I asked. “You know I don’t have that much money to give. I—”
“I don’t want your money, Daddy,” she said with a giggle. “Oh, no! What I want is you.”
“What?” I yelped. “I don’t know what you mean.” Unnervingly, the bright look I saw in her eyes seemed avaricious, as if she’d just found a fascinating toy. Again the image of a housecat tormenting a cornered mouse came to mind.
What does she want me for—a big dress-up doll? Or does she want to do things to me? Fuck! My dick’s getting hard again!
“I mean you will do everything I tell you to. If I order you to bring in one of the Mexican gardeners and suck his dick, you will ask which one. If you refuse me, your secret will be out. You might as well drive to work wearing only that lingerie, the supermarket, the hardware store, or your favorite sports bar for that matter. Get it?”
“Yes, Stacy,” I said, defeated.
“Not Stacy… Mistress!”
Just like that my dick was hard, so fast it snuck out the leg of her panties. She squealed with delight. She said this proved I must be one of those natural born submissive sissies because this was giving me a big hard-on, despite all I had to lose.
She approached with a strange look in her eyes. She encircled my dick with her small, soft hand. I whimpered with desire and my body shuddered. She held it for a moment and then let it go. A small, Mona Lisa kind of smile broke on her lips as she looked me up and down.
“Wow,” she said in wonder. “Now I see why a woman would want to be a pro domme… to have this kind of power over a man.” She looked at me with tenderness. “Steve, I actually feel some… affection for you. Until right now I thought of you as… well, kind of a pervert. But maybe we have that one thing in common.”
“What’s that… Mistress?”
“We’re both pervs.” She clapped her hands. “Strip naked!”
You have no choice. You have no choice…
She opened a drawer under the sink where she had disposable razors, shaving gel and skin lotion all laid out. There was also all kinds of makeup, press-on nails and nail polish. With my cock doing pushups, I carefully stripped off my daughter’s lingerie.
I sat in Stacy’s bath and kept glancing at her as she watched me shave my legs and upper chest. The fine hair on my belly and arms was as blonde as the hair on my head, so they didn’t show up. Finally, I watched a video on her phone: a drag queen showing how to get the closest shave possible and have only soft skin. Soon my face and body were as smooth as hers.
“Put my lingerie back on, Daddy,” she ordered. “Your body is now just feminine enough to wear it. You’ll be on call to be my sissy slave whenever I want.”
In that moment this whole thing was no longer sexy. It was almost scary. I had to set boundaries. Right now.
To be continued?
I must be crazy dressing up in my own teenage stepdaughter’s lingerie like this, but I couldn’t help it. I tried wearing my wife’s, but Judy only wears big, hideous cotton spinster bras and oversized granny panties. Stacy’s lingerie is so very sexy, and the thought of covering that ripe young body of hers…
Fantasies are okay—she’s only your stepdaughter!
Carefully, I put on the three-piece set. I loved the feel of the tight lacy bra and panties and garterbelt, the silkiness of her stockings on my legs. I held a pair of her dirty panties to my nose and savored the musky scent of her pussy and the sharp scent of her ass. I stroked my raging hard-on through the thin, lacy fabric. Before long I’d need to jack off. The fantasy played in my head…
Stacy comes into the bathroom. She’s naked and stroking her clit. She says she’s always wanted to dress me up and mess around with me. She gets on her knees. I look down and see my beautiful teenage stepdaughter—no, daughter!—open her mouth and take my dick in her mouth while I’m wearing her sexiest underwear. My teenage daughter is sucking and sucking me…
I couldn’t wait any longer. I pulled out my dick and moved to the center of her bathroom when I could shoot my jizz and then clean it off the tile. I panted and moaned as the knot in my balls and crotch began to swell into an exquisite ache. I frantically jacked off as I neared the edge. I cried out as the pleasure traveled the length of my cock and a huge jet of cum arced through the air and landed on the floor. My eyes followed my load to the ground. So much!
Then I sensed motion in the upper edge of my vision. It was Stacy with an evil smile on her face, holding her phone toward me. With a sickening feeling I realize that—
You’re busted!
“That was perfect, Daddy! This is going to go viral on the web. Do you like the title of ‘Kinky Daddy,’ Steve? I do know how you love me to call you ‘Dad’ after all. Oh, this is perfect!”
“Stacy!” I gasped. “What are you doing here?”
“Getting my final blackmail on you… Daddy.”
“You… What?” I glared at her, despite being caught in her lingerie get-up with my boner poking out of her panties. “What do you mean by final? Give me your phone.”
She took a step back and dialed. “Hi, Janine. Yes, I’m really doing it. Look… If I don’t call you back in thirty minutes, upload that memory card to that blog and take it live.” She looked at me like a cat cornering prey. “I’ve been shooting pictures of you for months. This last one is just the best, but everything else I have is more than enough to ruin you. Like totally.”
It felt like I had been kicked in the gut. My dick went soft and slipped back into her panties all on its own. I realized I was completely helpless. Oddly that thought made my loins tingle deeply. Almost as if I was getting turned on. “What do you want?” I asked. “You know I don’t have that much money to give. I—”
“I don’t want your money, Daddy,” she said with a giggle. “Oh, no! What I want is you.”
“What?” I yelped. “I don’t know what you mean.” Unnervingly, the bright look I saw in her eyes seemed avaricious, as if she’d just found a fascinating toy. Again the image of a housecat tormenting a cornered mouse came to mind.
What does she want me for—a big dress-up doll? Or does she want to do things to me? Fuck! My dick’s getting hard again!
“I mean you will do everything I tell you to. If I order you to bring in one of the Mexican gardeners and suck his dick, you will ask which one. If you refuse me, your secret will be out. You might as well drive to work wearing only that lingerie, the supermarket, the hardware store, or your favorite sports bar for that matter. Get it?”
“Yes, Stacy,” I said, defeated.
“Not Stacy… Mistress!”
Just like that my dick was hard, so fast it snuck out the leg of her panties. She squealed with delight. She said this proved I must be one of those natural born submissive sissies because this was giving me a big hard-on, despite all I had to lose.
She approached with a strange look in her eyes. She encircled my dick with her small, soft hand. I whimpered with desire and my body shuddered. She held it for a moment and then let it go. A small, Mona Lisa kind of smile broke on her lips as she looked me up and down.
“Wow,” she said in wonder. “Now I see why a woman would want to be a pro domme… to have this kind of power over a man.” She looked at me with tenderness. “Steve, I actually feel some… affection for you. Until right now I thought of you as… well, kind of a pervert. But maybe we have that one thing in common.”
“What’s that… Mistress?”
“We’re both pervs.” She clapped her hands. “Strip naked!”
You have no choice. You have no choice…
She opened a drawer under the sink where she had disposable razors, shaving gel and skin lotion all laid out. There was also all kinds of makeup, press-on nails and nail polish. With my cock doing pushups, I carefully stripped off my daughter’s lingerie.
I sat in Stacy’s bath and kept glancing at her as she watched me shave my legs and upper chest. The fine hair on my belly and arms was as blonde as the hair on my head, so they didn’t show up. Finally, I watched a video on her phone: a drag queen showing how to get the closest shave possible and have only soft skin. Soon my face and body were as smooth as hers.
“Put my lingerie back on, Daddy,” she ordered. “Your body is now just feminine enough to wear it. You’ll be on call to be my sissy slave whenever I want.”
In that moment this whole thing was no longer sexy. It was almost scary. I had to set boundaries. Right now.
To be continued?