MANDY AND HER STEPDADDY: DADDY'S LITTLE SLUT GIRL

BY STEPDADDY

[ part 4 ]

I'm sitting in the living room reading my paper on a Friday night. Mandy's mom is away for the weekend at a work-related seminar, so it's just the two of us. I'm debating what sorts of things I want to inflict on Mandy this weekend when she walks into the living room, and I'm not wondering any more!!

My 11-year-old stepdaughter is wearing a skinny-strap top that exposes her midriff, including her belly-button, not to mention two lacy bra straps. Her skirt barely covers her bottom, and I can see more lacy black above the waistband. As she walks into the room, the skirt hem rides up, and I can see that instead of pantyhose she's wearing the black garter belt and seamed nylons that I bought her a couple months ago (I still remember showing her how to put on the garter belt and then fasten the stockings--we had to practice quite a few times!!). She's wearing mascara, blusher, and lipstick, all applied very heavily. Before me stands none other than DADDY'S LITTLE SLUT GIRL!!!

She doesn't say a word when she walks into the room, just stands there with a "what are you gonna do about it?" look on her face. I know exactly what she wants--she only starts this game when she's in a particular mood. I look at her sternly, the way she knows I will. "And what do you think you're doing dressed like that, young lady?? Do you expect me to let you out of the house dressed like that? Or even allow you to stay that way for two minutes?" She replies in a voice that she knows she'd never get away with in any other circumstances. "So--what's it to ya? I'll dress any way I want!!"

I respond exactly as she knows I will--I jump up off the couch and drag her by the arm to where I'm sitting. I grab the ever-ready ropes from under the cushion and quickly have her hands tied behind her back. She manages to look shocked and defiant. "You let go of me--stop right now!!" Whatever else she was going to say is muffled by the gag I put in her mouth, smearing her lipstick a bit. She struggles helplessly as I put her over my knee. As soon as I get her skirt up, I know *exactly* what she's after--she's wearing her lacy black crotchless bikini panties. I start scolding her about what a little slut she looks like, and how she's asking for only one thing, etc., etc., meanwhile spanking her nearly-bare bottom. She's squealing helplessly through her gag, and squirming on my lap with each spank.

Finally I'm finished, and I scoop her up over my shoulder and walk out of the living room. When I head into the garage she begins to suspect what I'm up to. I toss her in the back of our SUV, and head out down the driveway and into town. I soon find a nice deserted parking lot behind a shooping center, park the car, and move into the back. Her eyes are wide above the gag as I tell her, "This is where little slut girls end up, Mandy--in the back seat of a car in a dark parking lot. And this is what else happens to little slut girls!"

I quickly have my fly open and a condom in place. I untie her wrists and retie them to the armrest, and then move her skirt up above her waist. The garter belt and crotchless panties frame her pale flesh beautifully. I slide into her so easily that I know she's as turned on as I am by the ropes and the helplessness . We're both moaning and bucking against each other, the chance of getting caught acting to excite us even more. We soon collapse in orgasm, panting and gasping.

After a little while, I rouse myself and grab her face in my hand. "That isn't the only way that little slut girls get what's coming to them, Mandy." I flip her over on her tummy, take the ever-present tube of KY from under the seat, and begin lubing another entrance to her body. Her moans tell me she's going to enjoy what happens as much as I will...