This is the fifth and final chapter in my series about the relationship between a stepfather and his stepdaughter.
As always, I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as you have the previous ones, and I welcome your positive and constructive comments.
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The morning after my oral encounter with Ashley in the hottub, I awoke to a ringing in my head that turned out to be coming from my cell phone on the nightstand. It was the father of the friend of my youngest stepdaughter, calling to see if it was ok if they kept her another day so she could go with them to their lake house for the day. I groggily agreed, then got up to make some coffee and see if Ashley was awake.
I sat at the breakfast room table, sipping my coffee and contemplating the events of the night before.
I had experienced the immense pleasure of my stepdaughter sucking my cock -- a fantasy that was uppermost on my list of adventurous sexual pleasure!
As I relived the erotic memory of the night before, the image of Ashley in yellow lingerie came into focus. I was pretty sure she had been wearing one of her mother's new matching sets of lingerie -- something I had repeatedly spoken to her and my wife about, telling Ashley that it was inappropriate for a daughter to wear her mothers' lingerie and telling my wife that I didn't want to see her in the lingerie and be reminded of her daughter -- though, in all honesty, the idea intrigued me.
I decided I needed to speak to her about it yet again, and headed upstairs.
Nearing the top of the stairs, I heard a noise in our bedroom and turned to investigate. When I walked through the door, I found Ashley standing in front of her mother's dresser -- the lingerie drawer still open as she was finishing hooking one of my wife's bras on her chest; the matching panties already covering her incredible ass.
She hadn't heard me coming and she jumped and screamed when I said, "What are you doing!?"
She spun around; not bothering to cover her lacy lingerie clad body and shouted, "Dad! You scared me!" To which I replied, "I'm going to do more than scare you -- how many times have I told you to stop wearing your mother's lingerie!?" "I know," she stammered back, "but I don't have any nice stuff!"
"Then we'll just have to do something about that." I said. She looked at me as it sank in. "Get dressed," I said, "we're going to Victoria's Secret." Ashley squealed in delight and ran up and kissed me on the cheek and said, "You're the best dad ever!" Then she disappeared down the hall and downstairs, on her way to her bedroom in the basement -- saying as she went, "I'll be ready in 10 minutes!"
As we walked into the store, it occurred to me that Ashley hadn't changed out of her mother's lingerie and I smiled as my cock twitched at the vision in both of my heads...
We walked into the store and a very attractive young saleslady approached us and asked if she could help us find anything. Ashley had already headed for a display that had caught her eye and I took the opportunity to explain to the saleslady that I needed her to work with Ashley to find enough lingerie so that she wouldn't have to borrow her mother's anymore. The young lady smiled and said she would be happy to take care of my daughter and then asked me if I had a budget. I told her I would let her know if she reached it and she smiled as she walked away; her firm young ass swaying from side to side in an exaggerated walk that I was sure was for my benefit.
I browsed around for a while, occasionally sending something back for Ashley to try on, all the while trying to maintain my composure and not think about what Ashley looked like in each set of lingerie.
After some time had passed, I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned to find the original saleslady standing behind me. "Your daughter would like for you to come back to the fitting room."
When she saw the puzzled look on my face, she smiled and gently touched my forearm as she said, "Its ok, follow me."
I followed her back to the changing room and she walked me to one of the stalls and lightly tapped on one of the doors and said, "I brought him back," obviously talking to Ashley. The door opened and I saw Ashley facing me, holding her t-shirt in front of her. "Come on!" she said, referring to the fact that the longer I took to walk into the changing room, the greater the chance that someone would see her.
She reached around me and pulled the door shut, then looked up at me and said, "I want to show you what I picked out," and with this, she pulled her t-shirt away to show me a beautiful, very sexy matching set of sky blue lacy thong panties and bra. "Wow!" was all I could get out of my mouth, to which she replied, "I know, I feel so pretty." "You ARE pretty sweetheart." I said as I gazed at the gorgeous woman in front of me. "Is that all?" I asked. "No! I found a lot! I want to show you," she said.
Before I realized the meaning of her words, she reached around behind her back and unhooked the bra and pulled it off, revealing her beautiful breasts. I started to protest, but she stopped me by gently placing the fingers of her open hand over my mouth and 'shooshing' me.
After a brief pause as she looked into my eyes for the assurance that I understood, she resumed removing her bra, followed by the matching panties. She had turned her back to me, affording me an unobstructed view of her incredible ass -- sending more blood rushing to my cock.
I took advantage of her position to quickly adjust my hardening cock in my slacks, watching as she slipped into the next set of lingerie, an emerald green set that was unlined and lacy, and clearly showed her erect nipples pressing against the material, and the camel-toe outline of her pussy lips.
"Do you like it?" she asked, smiling and knowing full well that I would. "You're beautiful sweetheart," I replied. "Wait," she said, "I have more to show you," and she repeated her striptease and tried on another set. By the third or fourth set, my cock was hard enough to hammer nails -- and she knew it -- there was no hiding the tenting in my slacks.
The next time she turned around, she looked down at the bulge in my slacks and moved forward and hugged me and said, "Thank you dad! I love them! Can I have them all?" "As long as you promise to stop wearing your mother's stuff, yes," was my reply. She kissed me on the cheek and thanked me again and I was disappointed to feel her begin to pull her body away from mine, breaking our hug; not realizing that, as she broke our hug, she was lowering herself to her knees in front of me.
Her hands slid down my chest and settled on my belt, and she looked up at me with a beautiful expression that was unmistakable. I reached down and grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her up to me and said, "No sweetheart, we can't do this... not here," as quietly as I could, hoping my voice wouldn't carry beyond the changing room.
"I really want to do this for you," she said then gently kissed me on the lips. "I know this is one of your fantasies cause mom told me." I was paralyzed as I watched her sink back down to her knees and continue unbuckling my belt, looking up at me with lust in her eyes.
I closed my eyes as I felt her warm mouth close around my cock, trying not to moan -- and mostly succeeding.
From my vantage point above her, I watched as my beautiful stepdaughter bathed my cock and balls with her tongue, then wrapping her hand around my shaft, stroked me up and down as her head bobbed in unison.
