Stepdaughter's Blackmail (RP Dan and WILOH)

[RPDan]

Jake eavesdropped as his new stepdaughter, who had turned 17 the day before, chatted with her friend behind her closed bedroom door.

The girl was one important reason Jake had married her mother. Both women were hot as cheap pistols. Suzi, Jake's new bride, was a fit 35 with lush breasts and long legs and a mouth that was made for blowjobs.

But her daughter was something else altogether. The girl oozed an unconscious sexuality and Jake couldn't keep his eyes off her. He'd wanted to sink his cock into her from the moment he'd met her. She didn't seem interested, though. She was polite enough, but kept her distance.

But now, as Jake listened to the girls talk behind the closed door, he got the glimmer of an idea.

Suzi had had a problem with cocaine years ago. She'd kicked the habit and was justifiably proud of herself for it, but any mention of drugs sent her into the stratosphere. She threatened her daughter with everything short of electrocution if she ever even heard of the girl messing with drugs of any kind.

"I'll get you some weed," Emma said to Jake's new stepdaughter. "It's so unfair that your mom won't let you have any; my mother doesn't care. She even smokes it with me sometimes. It makes us horny and sometimes we fool around a little, you know? Nothing much, just helping each other out."

Jake quietly left the door and lay down on his own bed, playing with his cock a little through his pants and thinking. Then he made a phone call to a friend of his at work and a half-hour later was the proud owner of a fat, perfectly rolled joint.

This was not for him, but for his stepdaughter, and after she and her friend had left the girl's bedroom, Jake placed the joint on her bureau, next to her makeup kit. Then he tinkered with the door jamb a little, so the door would close but not latch. He oiled the hinges to make sure they wouldn't squeak.

Suzi would be working late tonight. His plan: His stepdaughter would find the joint, think it was a surprise gift from her girlfriend, open the window and light it up. Jake would give her a few minutes, opening the door just a crack to take some video and then simply walk into her bedroom and confront her. Then, he hoped, the fun would begin.

He jerked himself off twice, thinking about what could happen.

 

[WILOH]

Alyssa returned home later that afternoon after a quick jaunt to the mall, Emma’s words playing on a loop in her mind. A number of her friends experimented with drugs, and while Alyssa wasn’t interested in tempting addiction with the harder stuff, what harm could a little pot do? Unfortunately, her mother was a major hardass, all due to her own mistakes. It was aggravating, and while she knew she’d be eighteen in just a year, it drove her crazy to think she might have to wait that long just for a puff of weed. Sighing, she kicked the front door closed behind her, tossing her honey locks as she slid her wedges off.

It was a quick stomp upstairs to her room, the door swinging shut with intent. She ditched her purse on her bed and then she plopped down at her vanity desk with a roll of her hazel eyes, swinging one long, slender leg over the other. Leaning forward, she scrutinized her reflection; sun kissed skin, long lashes, bright eyes, lusciously plump lips...she tousled her wavy hair with a smile, pleased with the ample cleavage revealed, and the soft curve of her waist. Despite the disappointment of the earlier conversation, she was feeling quite pleased with herself...and a little horny. Maybe she’d lie in bed naked with the curtains pulled back; feel the gentle sun rays and the silk of her sheets on her skin. Maybe she’d even masturbate a little...She was already wet at the thought.

Decided, she stood and tossed her tank top free, sliding her shorts off her wide hips to let them pool at her feet. She ran a hand down her taunt stomach, her fingers toying with the edge of her cream lace panties, but she left them on. Just as she was reaching up to unclasp her matching bra, she noticed something out of the ordinary. Dropping her arms, she leaned in closer to a spot near her makeup bag...Was that...a joint? A smile blossomed, glee fluttering in her chest. Emma had come through!

How Emma had managed to slip her the joint so quickly and discreetly, Alyssa couldn’t imagine, but it didn’t matter! Her mother would be out late, and she imagined her step-father might be gone as well, so as far as she was aware, anyone who might catch her and care was gone. Eager to seize the opportunity, she snatched the joint and a lighter, rushing to her window. She threw it open and settled on the wide sill; her bedroom window faced the backyard, so there was no fear of anyone seeing her in her bra and underwear. Lighting the joint, she took a tentative puff, coughing at the unfamiliarity of the act. But she figured she’d get used to it, and inhaled again.

 

[RPDan]

Alyssa returned home later that afternoon after a quick jaunt to the mall, Emma’s words playing on a loop in her mind. A number of her friends experimented with drugs, and while Alyssa wasn’t interested in tempting addiction with the harder stuff, what harm could a little pot do? Unfortunately, her mother was a major hardass, all due to her own mistakes. It was aggravating, and while she knew she’d be eighteen in just a year, it drove her crazy to think she might have to wait that long just for a puff of weed. Sighing, she kicked the front door closed behind her, tossing her honey locks as she slid her wedges off.

It was a quick stomp upstairs to her room, the door swinging shut with intent. She ditched her purse on her bed and then she plopped down at her vanity desk with a roll of her hazel eyes, swinging one long, slender leg over the other. Leaning forward, she scrutinized her reflection; sun kissed skin, long lashes, bright eyes, lusciously plump lips...she tousled her wavy hair with a smile, pleased with the ample cleavage revealed, and the soft curve of her waist. Despite the disappointment of the earlier conversation, she was feeling quite pleased with herself...and a little horny. Maybe she’d lie in bed naked with the curtains pulled back; feel the gentle sun rays and the silk of her sheets on her skin. Maybe she’d even masturbate a little...She was already wet at the thought.

Decided, she stood and tossed her tank top free, sliding her shorts off her wide hips to let them pool at her feet. She ran a hand down her taunt stomach, her fingers toying with the edge of her cream lace panties, but she left them on. Just as she was reaching up to unclasp her matching bra, she noticed something out of the ordinary. Dropping her arms, she leaned in closer to a spot near her makeup bag...Was that...a joint? A smile blossomed, glee fluttering in her chest. Emma had come through!

How Emma had managed to slip her the joint so quickly and discreetly, Alyssa couldn’t imagine, but it didn’t matter! Her mother would be out late, and she imagined her step-father might be gone as well, so as far as she was aware, anyone who might catch her and care was gone. Eager to seize the opportunity, she snatched the joint and a lighter, rushing to her window. She threw it open and settled on the wide sill; her bedroom window faced the backyard, so there was no fear of anyone seeing her in her bra and underwear. Lighting the joint, she took a tentative puff, coughing at the unfamiliarity of the act. But she figured she’d get used to it, and inhaled again.

Jake had been in the basement when Alyssa came home. He heard her door close and carefully walked upstairs to the living room, waiting to hear the window open. He smiled when he heard it slam up.

He gave her a minute and then padded quietly on bare feet to her door, which thanks to his work earlier had not latched. He crouched down and quietly pushed it open, the camera on his phone already set to Video. Through the cracked door he saw Alyssa nude but for her panties, sitting on the ledge, smoking the joint. He loved how her tits rose and fell as she breathed in the smoke. Her legs looked so long as she sat there; soon, he thought, they'd be around his waist or his neck.

He took a couple of minutes of video, unmistakably damning, and then shot some photos. When he was done he saved them all to his cloud storage so that he'd have them even if Alyssa managed to grab and destroy his phone. Then he slowly rose, took a deep breath and pushed the door open wide.

"Well, Alyssa, you look so nice and relaxed smoking that joint!" he said with a big smile. "You look so good that I just had to take some photos and video of you doing it, so pretty in your little panties. Oh, I promise that I won't show them to anyone. Except your mother. Don't you think she'll be interested in the way her daughter has found to relax after a tough day? She'll certainly understand how good it feels, you know, having had the experience she did when she was younger. She'll probably want to join you, right?"

Jake was enjoying this. He felt his cock harden in his pants and his pulse race. He looked frankly at Alyssa's almost nude body, taking in her surprise.

"Or then again, she might be mad. She might be so mad that you'll have to spend a year locked in this room -- " he laughed -- "with no pot. That would be bad, wouldn't it? Well, you never know. What do you think? Do you think I should show this video and the really lovely photos I took, too, to her?"

 

[WILOH]

Her door swung so silently on its hinges, she had no idea she’d garnered an audience until her step-father spoke. She was startled from her perch, the joint slipping from between her fingers. “Jake!” She shrieked, astonished by his gall, and leaned quickly to snatch a means of modesty from her bed. She had just clutched a pillow to her bare chest when his words began to register.

He had video proof of her betrayal, and meant to expose her to her mother. Her eyes widened, and despite her better judgement, she trembled at the malice of his intention. She believed he meant to rat her out, but despite the hunger in his eyes, she had no idea what he truly meant for her.

“You can’t, please!” She cried, clutching the pillow tighter. Oh God, her mother would kill her! “It isn’t even mine; Emma left it, and I just wanted a little try... But I’ll never do it again, I swear!” A small lie, but she didn’t believe he had any reason to doubt her claim.

She shifted nervously, her gaze darting, as if seeking an escape. But there was no running from this problem; he'd caught her red handed, and held undeniable proof. She had to face this head on...But how? If he simply meant to let her mother know, wouldn't he have done so without prompting her? Was he just trying to scare her before he told her mother? Or...did he want something? She furrowed her brow, her mind a frenzy of thoughts. What could he want from her? Labor? Money? Maybe he wanted to share the joint?

"I can get a job, if you want money...Or I can do all of the chores around the house! Or...or I can ask Emma for another, if you wanted a hit...Just tell me what you want!" The wait was killing her.

 

[RPDan]

Jake laughed quietly as Alyssa made her lame offers.

Did he want dope? Money? Chores?

"No, honey, I don't want any of those things," he said in a low, calm voice. Then he paused. "I want you."

He smiled and let the words sink in. "I want your body. I want your mouth, and your pussy, and maybe your ass, too, we'll see. I want to be able to see you and touch you anywhere I want, whenever I want. I want to be able to slide into your bed in the middle of the night and fuck you and dump a big load into your hot cunt and then go back to bed with your mom."

He grinned, knowing he had her where he wanted her. "Your mom's a nice piece of ass, big boobs and long legs and always willing to put out, but I've taken a shine to you."

He put a hand to his head as if he were thinking.

"I'm seeing the future," he said. "I see you dressed like a little slut, tiny skirts and maybe no panties, tits hanging out, T-shirts with nothing underneath. I see you cuddling with your old step dad under a blanket when we watch TV, with his fingers up your hot quim, or maybe you jerking him off during the sexy scenes.

"And always with a smile and a 'Thank you, Daddy,' because otherwise your mother gets to see her little girl toking up, which is likely to upset her, don't you think?"

He lowered the zipper of his trousers and fished out his cock.

"The first thing you can do as my new fucktoy is to take that pillow away from your tits," he said as he sat on a chair. "And the next thing you can do is take those panties down and show me what I'm getting for my silence."

He wanked his cock a couple of times and smiled.

"And don't forget to say 'Thank you, Daddy,' like a good girl."

 

[WILOH]

"I want you."

His claim echoed clearly, but the words weren't making sense. She stared dumbly, her lips parted to form a small "o". Surely she had misheard...She couldn't believe he had said what she thought she had heard. But just as she was about to ask that he repeat himself, he continued, solidifying the horror.

She cringed at the way he spoke to her; so bold, so vulgar. But he knew he had her trapped, so why should he dance around the issue? He could claim anything from her, and he knew she had to at least consider the opportunity. And he wasted no time in making his wants clear; explicitly so. She could imagine it easily; lying in bed at night, watching him enter her room to slip beneath her covers, sliding his hand under the waistband of her panties...She shivered, feeling a conflicting amount of mortification and desire. Her body craved the sensual touch of a man...but not her step father!

Maybe he was messing with her? Trying to scare her? "I don't believe you mean this...You can't!" She was disgusted, flabbergasted...It just couldn't be true. He'd been like a father to her, and he was admitting now that he desired her? It just couldn't be...

But when he unzipped his pants and slid his cock out, all trace of doubt was wiped from her mind. Her jaw slacked, her mouth falling open, and her eyes widened; she tried not to stare, but this was just too much!

"I never agreed!" She exclaimed, clutching the pillow tighter. But could she deny him? Even if she did agree...Could she go through with this? Could she allow him to use her, in exchange for silence? She weighed the options...Would it be worse for her mother to learn of her drug use, even as brief as it was? She took a moment to imagine her mother's reaction...and her blood ran cold. Her mother would be beyond furious; without a doubt, Alyssa knew she would be shipped off to the military, likely disowned...She couldn't lose her mother, but could she sacrifice her body? Would her mother believe her, if she told her of Jake's blackmail?

It was hopeless. She was trapped in his web, and by the confident way he stroked his cock and demanded things of her...He knew it. He knew she didn't have a choice, and now she knew it.

Choking back a sob, she slowly removed the pillow, but quickly moved her hair to drape down in front, using it to cover herself as much as possible. She knew it was futile, that soon enough he would see and have it all, but she couldn't help the effort. She hesitated with her hands on the waistband of her panties, staring at him pleadingly. "Please..." She wanted to say. "Please don't do this to me..." But she didn't bother voicing the plea...There was no mercy in his expression. Trembling, she slowly slid her panties free, watching as they fell and pooled at her feet.

She knew what he wanted her to say, but the words were stuck in her throat.

 

[RPDan]

"No 'thank you, Daddy,' for making you this really fabulous offer?" he asked. "Well, we'll get to that later." he dropped his pants and underwear and slowly took off his shirt. Now in his late 30s, he took good care of his body, with regular workouts and five-mile runs every morning. His body was almost as hard as his big cock as he slowly stepped toward Alyssa.

"This is what your mother gets," he said quietly as he stroked his penis. "She likes it with her legs in the air, or on her hands and knees. She likes it when I crush her big tits in my hands and fuck her from behind. She'll come three or four times. I wonder what you like ..." He crawled up on the bed between Alyssa's legs and brushed her hair away from her breasts. Then he took them in his hands and massaged them gently, tweaking her nipples.

"Nice boobs," he said. "Soft, but firm, too, like your mother's. He moved up so that he straddled Alyssa's chest. He held her breasts together and rubbed his hard cock in the valley between them. The tip of his cock came well past her mouth, up to her nose. After a while he tired of that game, though, and rolled over so that he lay on his back.

"Come here," he said, pulling Alyssa on top of him and pushing her shoulders down. "It's time for you to show what you can do with your sweet mouth to your Daddy's cock. And remember, you'd better be into it -- you'd better be into everything, or else Daddy's going to tell Mommy what a bad girl Alyssa has been, and then, well, that's the end of everything, isn't it?"

He pushed her down again. "Get to it," he said. "And remember, no teeth, lots of tongue and I love it when your mother slides her tongue left to right along the underside of the head. Oh, and if I decide to come in your mouth, you'd better swallow. You probably do, anyway, don't you?"

He thought of his plans for her. "Oh, yes, you're going to swallow a lot of cum."