He pressed his lips gently against her forehead, leaving a soft kiss before rising to his feet. "Anytime." Then he got up and left.
In a hurry, she dashed to her room and collapsed onto her bed. When she eventually woke up, darkness enveloped her surroundings, with only the glow of her computer illuminating the desk. She did not remember turning it on. On the screen a slideshow switched between a best-off of her nudes. She definitely had not put that there.
She got up and turned off the display of her naked body. Unsurprisingly, the second open tab was the chat with her master.
His most recent message simply read "Report!" It had been sent over two hours ago. Quickly she typed back, afraid he could be mad due to the delay.
"I am sorry Master X. I fell asleep."
His response came quickly. "I know. I have been watching you."
Of course he had the sick fuck. "I did everything you asked."
"Show the video or it did not happen."
Feeling very exposed, she uploaded the three videos. Of course he was delighted. He made her watch it together with him and stopped every two fucking seconds to comment on her body parts or her stupid expression.
"Damn, you are flexible. Those legs are made to be spread...look how wet you are...There is an actual drop running down your thigh...what a slutty look you have on your face...this one is going into the slideshow...yes baby, pull those virgin pussy lips wide open for me..."
It was just as degrading as it had been the first time, maybe even more. The worst part of course was the third.
"Are you cumming right there? Ah, lucky you, good save. Look at how your pussy is twitching. I bet you were so close a light breeze would have pushed you over the edge...here comes Daddy...why did you stop masturbating? You were so close, you could have finished with one quick rub and left."
He didn't proceed with the video, and in her state of shame, it took her a while to comprehend that he was waiting for a response. The only issue was she had none to give.
"I... I don't know," she murmured into the webcam. "I just... I froze."
He however had another idea. "I know why. You actually enjoyed giving Daddy a good look, didn't you? You secretly wanted him to grab you and use you for his pleasure. Any other woman would have finished and hid as quickly as possible. Not you though. You want others to see you like this, humiliate you, and use you. You are a submissive slut."
"No, that wasn't..."
"Shut up. Stop lying to yourself."
He continued the video and everything Sheryl saw seemed to emphasize his point. When her stepdad sat next to her the expression on her face was pure lust and it took merely a little groping to make her cum like she had never before.
"See for yourself slut. I like how he grabbed your tit. He is definitely a boob guy. I think we should encourage this by you sleeping topless from now on. Also your future evening edging session will be after you slip into his bed. You did well today. I will make good use of those videos tomorrow. Have a good night."
The computer turned dark and so did the room, while in her mind, the images and his words lingered. Sheryl remained motionless for a few minutes. It all felt so weird. She could not tell if she liked it or hated it.
Anger surged within her for a moment, directed at her stepfather. How could he take advantage of her situation like that? Fucking men! But then again it was her who had encouraged him. It was not his fault and his touch had made her cum so hard. The undeniable wrongness of the situation intensified the sense of strangeness even further.
She grappled with the idea of joining him in his bed tonight. What would he expect of her? What would she be doing? The fact that she still had to fulfill her edging task, with her Master explicitly stating she had to do it right next to her stepfather, topless, added to her inner turmoil. But he touching her today was just wrong. The way he had talked to her...it had made her feel so dirty. He was a nice man, but he was also over forty years old. And most of all, he was her fucking stepdad!
...
I could not get her out of my head and really hoped she would follow the instructions I had given her. Why was she taking so long? Had I pushed her too far? Perhaps this was the point at which everything would unravel. If she refused to comply, my bluff would shatter to pieces. I had to be really careful not to ask anything of her that would force her into a situation where she contemplated saying no. So far, she had displayed remarkable obedience and been a real slut. But I could also feel how she had struggled with herself showing me her body. I had to be careful and yet I wondered how far I could take all this. Glancing at the clock, I realized it was well past midnight. I could not sleep, even if I wanted to. My cock got rock hard every time I thought about what had happened. Slowly I stroked myself. I did not want to cum. I wanted her to feel what she did to me, press it against her back when she edged herself. But to my dismay, she did not make an appearance.
Finally, I heard the creak of my bedroom door opening. Soft footsteps approached my bed, then silence. Was she checking if I was asleep? Was she fighting her will to get in? I couldn't tell. Then I heard her breathe out a deep breath, and soon after, the mattress sank slightly under the extra weight of her small body. She cautiously slipped under the covers, careful not to make any physical contact with me. I allowed her a moment to find comfort, while breathing heavily to make her think I was sound asleep.
After a few minutes I noticed a subtle shift in her movements and heard a faint moan. I knew now was the time to make my move. I drew closer, nestling myself against her back, and cautiously wrapped my arm around her waist. She froze momentarily. I used the opportunity to put my hand on her bare tit. Then I pretended to sleep again.
She remained still for some time, and I struggled desperately to control myself, careful not to accidentally touch her with my hard cock. Feeling the warmth of her naked back against my chest had stirred it back to life completely, but I needed to wait just a little more.
After what felt like an eternity, I noticed her arm move again, accompanied by that familiar sweet moan. I let her continue for a moment and then softly spoke in a drowsy tone, feigning awakening to her presence. "You are insatiable, aren't you? My dirty slut stepdaughter."
As I sensed her tensing up, I knew there was no turning back at this point. Gently I massaged her tit and played with her stiff bud. Another moan told me I had won this battle. I kept fondling her tender hills, moving from one to the other, using all my experience to drive her crazy and it seemed to work quite well.
Slowly her moans got more frequent and also a bit louder. Her instructions were not to orgasm, and I started to wonder if I could push her over that very edge she was bringing herself to.
I adjusted my position, wrapping my second arm under her head and around her to reach her tits, freeing the other to explore her body. But before doing so I pulled down my underwear to free my throbbing cock which I then pressed against her hot body. She stiffened again, but at that point I was past caring.
I continued my assault on her breasts and her rock hard nipples. Slowly her body relaxed again. My second hand caressed her side, her hip and found her ass. She felt incredible. She started moaning again and I could feel that her hand had gone back to work between her legs. The smell of her arousal was driving me crazy.
"What a bad, bad, horny girl you have become. You just can't stop touching your dirty little cunt, can you? Well, I am not complaining. Can you feel what you do to Daddy's cock? I bet you love it."
While filling her ear with dirty whispers I slid my cock under her panties and between her ass cheeks. With a fucking motion I was humping her soft flesh and knew I would not last very long. I wanted her to cum with me, so I took one more risky step.
I reached over where I found her busy hand and covered it with mine. Her fingers were drenched in her juices. For a little while I followed her circular motion, trying to find an opportunity to slide under her hand which was shielding herself from my touch.
She tensed up again, but I was pretty sure this time it was because she was trying to prevent an orgasm. My hand slipped under from above. She tried to stop me, but I had already reached her clit and her own pressure made her spasm which gave me the opening to slide my whole hand under hers.
She was hot and soaking wet. "Aaargh Sheryl, you dirty slut." I could not hold back anymore. My cock burst and flooded her panties with a huge load of hot and sticky cum which made her ass feel even more incredible. I came harder than I ever had, while frantically rubbing her wet slit and digging my other hand into her delicate teenage tit.
I could feel her body tremble and shake vividly and grind against mine. Exhaustion washed over us, and we eventually drifted into a peaceful slumber, next to each other.
I woke up once during the night with her soft body pressed against mine. My cock was still trapped in her sticky panties. I left it there, played a bit with her breasts and eventually drifted back to sleep. When I woke up in the morning, she was gone.
...
Sheryl was staring at the ceiling of her bedroom. This was all getting out of hand. She had slept in her stepdad's cum and she could still smell it.
In morning, she had thrown her panties in the bin and spent nearly an hour cleansing her body in the shower. If she kept doing what her Master asked, this would lead to much worse things and she did not know if she could handle that. Maybe she should confess everything to her stepdad, putting an end to his advances.
She shuddered at the thought of his hard cock. It was no surprise he was turned on by her behavior, but if he knew about the blackmail, he surely would restrain himself. Just how should she tell him?
