Jen turns Dad into a Sissy-slut

"What are you...?" she didn't know how to complete the question.

Steve had frozen once he saw Jen. He wanted to run, but she was standing in the doorway. He didn't know what to do, or what to say. "Jen, I can explain." Although he really couldn't.

But before he got a chance to say any more, Jen gave it to him. "You fucking loser! Is that what you do when I'm out?! You're a fucking pervert! Wearing my panties, jacking off in them! What is wrong with you?!"

Steve was shocked, and hurt. But the verbal assault continued. "No wonder why Mom left you. You know, she would tell me about you. When I hit puberty and started wearing a bra, she would tell me how she would buy sexy lingerie for you, but still you wouldn't fuck her. I guess she should have bought the lingerie for you, you pansy!

"Yeah, she told me how you would never fuck her. I wasn't even old enough to know what fucking was, and she would warm me not to marry some gay-ass pansy that wouldn't fuck my pussy! That's right. She told me how you wouldn't even fuck your own wife and that she had to go find other men to satisfy her. And that she thought that you were a faggot! Look at you wearing my panties with a hard-on! I bet you are a fag! And one with a pathetically small dick too!

"It's a good thing Mom warned me. When I go out with Mike or any other guy, I let him fuck me all the time. In fact I beg for it. It's the greatest feeling in the world—to have a big cock fucking your pussy! What a puny little prick you have sissy! How did Mom ever put up with that little thing! God, if you were any bit of a man, she'd still be married to you!"

With that, Jen slammed the door shut. Steve was still frozen. He could hear Jen run down the stairs, and then came the slamming of the front door. At least she had left, Steve thought.

But had my wife really told my daughter about what went on in our bedroom? Had she really told our young daughter about fucking, our lack of sex, and the size of my dick? No wonder why she hated me.

But there was no time to think about those things now. Steve headed for the door. As he opened it, he realized he was still holding the blue thong that he had planned on "borrowing," his score for the evening. Well, the cat's already out of the bag—no need to give it back now. And he ran back to his room with them in hand, shutting his bedroom door after him.

He lied down in bed. Maybe I am a faggot, he thought. Despite having been caught, he was still glad to be wearing his daughter's thong, glad to have cum in the panties, glad to have stolen another pair, and by the looks of it, he was ready to cum again. Indeed, as Jen had pointed out, and it was quite obvious in the thong that he was already hard again.

He started jacking off again—he couldn't control himself. But as he was, he was not only thinking of the thong around his cock, or of Jen and that hot body of hers, but he was thinking of what she had said when she called him gay.

Was he a fag? He had never, ever thought about sex with a man. But maybe there was something to it. He was wearing panties, he was going crazy with the sensation of the thong running over his asshole, and he had even tasted his cum on the panties earlier. Maybe there was something to it.

He certainly didn't thing about men, but at that moment, as the thong massaged his butt hole, he wondered what it would feel like if someone were fucking it, penetrating it, penetrating him.

As he continued to jack off with his left hand, he moved his right hand down to his butt, between his cheeks, and moved the thong to the side. He placed his index finger on his bunghole. It flinched. He caressed it, tickled it, and could no longer control himself. To be penetrated! His mind couldn't take it any more, and with that, his index finger entered into his bum, just barely, but enough. His sphincter tightened around his finger and his whole body tensed. And before he could even play with his finger further, he came.

For the third time that day, he creamed the pink lace thong. He shot load after load into them, and with a smile on his face and a sense of satisfaction he had never known, he removed the finger from his ass.

What was wrong with him? He didn't know, but he was enjoying finding out. Until he realized that sooner or later, when he next saw Jen, they'd have some things to talk about.

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When Jen fled from her home and her perverted dad, she went straight to Mike's. She was so shocked by what she had seen, so angry and mad, that she couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it. "I always knew my dad was a fag, but this perverted?"

When she got to Mike's place, she snuck in to his bedroom as she had many times previously. He was glad to see her, for he knew he'd get to fuck her again. "I need a place to crash tonight," she said.

That was all. She certainly wasn't going to tell anyone what she had seen. So they lit up a joint, had a smoke, and then fucked. God, it was nice to have Mike and his eight-inch cock in her. He had a real dick, unlike her father's.

As Mike drilled into her, Jen began wondering if her sissy-dad had any idea how good it felt to be fucked. He must have been told so after he fucked a woman. But it's probably been such a long time since he fucked anyone, and with his tiny prick, he probably didn't please her too much.

If he knew how good it feels to be fucked, he would have pleased Mom, and she never would have left him. So how can he learn how awesome it feels to be fucked by a big dick?

She thought of him wearing her thong. That sissy, I wonder if he's ever been fucked? Could that panty-wearing freak have taken it up the ass?!

Her dad had no real friends, male or female, and he hardly ever went out, so she didn't really think so. Well there's only once way to know for sure, and that's to witness it myself. Jen smiled as Mike moaned and finished cumming inside her. Jen had a plan.

"Hey Mike, you got any roofies?"

"Roofies? You mean the date-rape drug? Why?"

"Cause I need some for tomorrow night."

"You planning on raping somebody? Like me?" he joked.

"No, I just need them. Can you get me some?"

"Yeah, I guess I could get some at school tomorrow."

"Great! Just don't ask me what they're for. And don't worry; I'll pay you for them now. How's this?"

And with that, Jen moved down to Mike's dick which was still fresh with his cum and her cuntjuice, and took it into her mouth. She was going to enjoy tomorrow night, but no reason to end things early tonight!

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Jen was ready to implement her scheme when she returned home after school the following day. She had picked up the roofies from Mike after school and then stopped by a local adult store for the rest of her supplies. She finally came home at dinnertime.

Jen wasn't sure what to expect from her dad. She hadn't spoken to him since the incident the prior night. But she wasn't worried. She figured he'd be nervous as all hell, and all she'd have to do was be cute and forgiving until she could get down to business.

Steve was not nearly so calm. What would he say to his daughter? How should he act after she caught him wearing her cum-stained panties?

Not the confrontationalist, Steve finally decided to try to ignore it. Just pretend it didn't happen. Act normal. The fact was that he now knew what Jen thought of him, that she thought he was a sissy, even a fag, and blamed him for his divorce. There was nothing he could do or say to fix this, so why bother saying anything. He just hoped Jen would leave it alone.

Steve was sitting down to eat when Jen came home. She immediately went to her room, dropped off her stuff, but then she came down to the dining room. So she finally returned home.

"What's for dinner?" she said. After her dad told her, he went to the kitchen to get her a plate and some food, thankful that she didn't bring up anything from the night before. But Steve shouldn't have been feeling so grateful, for at that moment, while he was out of the dining room, Jen dropped two roofies into his soda. Grinning, she thought, "And now the fun begins!"

Steve wasn't sure why he started feeling so dizzy and lightheaded during dinner. The last thing he remembered was trying to make it up the stairs to get back to his room to lie down on his bed.

"I must have passed out," was his first thought after he awoke.

His second thought: "What the hell is going on!"

Steve awoke to find that he couldn't move his arms or legs. He was tied down! While he still was a little lightheaded, he could tell that he was in his room, on his bed, but his wrists and ankles were fastened. From each extremity, a black nylon stocking had been fastened to his him as well as the corresponding bedpost.

He could not imagine what was going on. Was he being robbed? Had someone broken into his house?

It was then that he realized other things were astray. He felt cool. Where were his clothes? He was no longer wearing his shirt or pants. He was now only wearing panties?! Yes, the same pink lace thong that he had creamed several times the day before was covering his dick! "But I hadn't worn these today?" he thought. They sure felt good—he could feel his cock tingling—but how did they get...

Before he could continue the thought, he realized he was also wearing a bra. A bra?! It was also pink and lacey—must have been the matching bra to the thong he was wearing. But he hadn't taking it from Jen's room.

Someone had dressed him this way and tied him down!

He examined the bra. The cups had been stuffed with something—they felt like socks—to fill out the form, and now he had tits! Wow, looking down he really thought that they looked like a pretty good rack. The bra was pretty tight on him, but he was amazed at how sexy it felt to see it on him. Why hadn't he thought of that yesterday?

Well, somebody had! What was going on?

Steve struggled some more to get up, but he could only maneuver so far. He gave up trying. He was going to scream, but then he remembered that the last person he saw was Jen. Yeah, she had helped him up the stairs and into bed when he said he was feeling lightheaded. She even helped him take off his shoes...

Should he call out to her for help? What if there was an intruder—was she also tied up? But if she wasn't, maybe she could help him? But if she came to help him, did he really want her to see him wearing her undies again?

Before he could decide what to do, he heard the door opening. It was Jen.

She was wearing the same clothes that she had been when she came home from school—a tight white t-shirt that had the word "angel" written on the front and a short black skirt like she always seams to wear. Her blond hair was back in a girlish ponytail. Her hands were behind her back.

She looked at her bound dad, saw that he was now awake, and put on a big smile. Then, in an innocent schoolgirl voice, "Oh honey I'm so glad that you're ok now! You weren't feeling well, but I'm gonna take care of you."

What was she talking about, Steve thought. He finally said, "Jen, what's going on here. Did you tie me up? Take these things off my wrists."

"Oh silly Daddy, I don't think so. You need to be taught a lesson. I hadn't realized how much so until last night. It's ok if you want to be a sissy, you just have to do it right! So now you're Steffie—ok Steffie?"

What was she talking about? "Jen, I'm sorry about last night. But what are you doing to me? Why did you dress me up like this and tie me up? Let me go now!"

"I don't think so, Steffie! You're mine tonight. You're in for a night you'll never forget!"

And with that Jen approached her bound father. She moved her hands in front of her, finally revealing what she had been hiding. It was a blond wig, with exaggeratingly long hair. Steve recognized it. Jen had worn it in a silly school play a couple of years ago.

"Here you go Steffie, the perfect look for you?" And with that she placed the wig on his head. He tried to fight it, but after a few seconds she succeeded in securing it in place.

"You look so good, Steffie! Almost like a sister to me! Let me show you."

Jen ran out from the room, but returned in a second with a mirror and a camera. She came close to Steffie and held out the mirror.

Steve was shocked! He couldn't imagine what he was seeing! The reflection in the mirror had elements of his face, but it was a woman's—not just a woman's but a slut's, a whore's!

He saw the long blond hair, now flowing down over his shoulders and down to his bra-covered tits. His lips were pained. Yes, he had on bright red lipstick! And rouge and mascara and all that other girl stuff. He didn't know the first thing about makeup, but he sure saw a lot of it on his face—just like a cheap whore! Jen must have done this too while he was still out cold.

"See what a sexy girl you are!" Jen said, and with that, he saw a flash. She was taking pictures of him like that. "Come on Steffie, make a sexy face for me! Show me how hot you can be!" And Jen took more and more pics of him.

She put the camera and mirror down on the dresser, and picked up a stick of lipstick. "Looks like you need a little bit of a touch up."

Jen came back up to her dad, got next to him, and then jumped up on the bed beside him. Then she straddled him. She now had one leg on each side of him, sitting on his stomach just below his new tits, and she undid the top of the lipstick.

"Here you go!" And with that she leaned forward, her tits just across from his face, and started to put the lipstick on his...forehead. What was she doing?

Steve didn't care. He was mesmerized by her tits which were just inches from his eyes and his mouth. Her nipples poked into that thin layer of cotton. She definitely wasn't wearing a bra! He just wanted to lick those nipples!

Before he could, Jen backed up, and started to do something with the lipstick on his chest, just above the bra. Was she writing something? He couldn't see down there.

When she finished, she capped the lipstick. With both hands she started massaging his tits. "Wow, Steffie, these really look good on you. It's a good thing we both wear the same size bra."

With that Jen swung her right leg over him so that she could get off the bed. As she did, Steve couldn't help but look under her skirt just a few feet from his face. My god, was she not wearing panties?! He thought he saw her snatch! It all passed too quickly, but he then realized his cock was hard!

Jen took a few more pics with the camera, and then showed him the mirror again. The cheap whore looking back at him really was a cheap whore.

In bright red lipstick on his forehead was the word "SLUT." And on his upper chest it said: "FUCK ME!"

It really was a turn-on to see this image, until he realized that it was him! What was Jen doing to him?

"Jen, that's enough! I'm sorry about last night! Now let me go!"

"Oh Steffie, don't be mad. You look great! I know you like the way you're dressed—just look at your little clit! It's sticking up under your thong. It's almost big enough to be a man's cock, but not quite! Now tell me you like dressing this way!"

"What?"

"You heard me Steffie! Tell me you like wearing my thong!"

"Ok, I like that." And that was true.

"And my bra? Tell me you like having tits and wearing my pink lacey bra!"

The truth was, Steve did like this too, especially the fact that they matched the thong. Grudgingly he said, "Ok I like that too. Now let me go."

"And the wig? Do you like being a blond bimbo?"

"Yes." The truth was it was all a turn on to him—the whole costume!

"And the makeup? You like looking like a slut?"

"Yes." How much more was she going to put him through? Wasn't this enough humiliation? Wasn't she just going to let him go now?

"And being a slut!? Just like it says on your forehead? You like that too, right!?"

No reply.

"And like it says FUCK ME! on your chest. That's what you want, right!? You want to be a slut, and get fucked like one, huh!?"

Where was this going, Steve thought. "Jen, I admitted I liked the other stuff, isn't that enough?"

"See that's the problem Steffie! You don't like fucking enough! You like dressing like a whore, but you don't like acting like one—yet! If you liked fucking, Mom wouldn't have walked out on you and me! And the only way for you to want to fuck, my little slut, is to get fucked, and like it! To love it and want more! To get fucked like the cunt you are!"

Steve was frozen. What was Jen talking about? "What are you going to do to me?" he said.

"Don't worry Steffie," Jen said in a seductive voice. She pointed with both hands to the word "angel" written on the front of her t-shirt. "Don't worry baby! I'm an angel!" She gave him a wink, and with it she lifted her shirt, revealing her soft milky white tits to him, but just for an instant.

She quickly pulled the shirt down. "Don't worry sweetie, I'll give you a night to remember!"

And with that, she turned and dashed out the room as Steve's cock strained against it's lacey encasement, his mind totally occupied by the image of Jen's breasts.

It was only a minute before Jen returned. She looked the same, and still had a big grin on her face.

She approached the bed. "Steffie, what makes fucking so great is having a big cock inside of you. Do you know how good that feels?"

Steve was too afraid to answer. He shook his head "no."

"Really Steffie? All those years that you weren't fucking Mom, you weren't getting fucked by men? Really? I thought you'd have been taking it up the ass?"

Steve just continued to shake his head.

"Interesting," Jen said. "I was pretty sure a blond bimbo like you was somebody's sissy by now. I guess you really do need to learn about sex. No problem Steffie, I'm just the man for the job!"

Had she said "man?" With that, another sly wink came from Jen.

Again, she hopped up on the bed and straddled her father, sitting on his stomach just below his fake breasts. But something was different. He had again tried to get a glimpse of her cunt as she straddled over him, but this time he thought he saw something under her skirt.

"See Steffie, a cock really is a wonderful thing. It's a sin to let one go to waste. If only there was one here. Your clitty is awfully big, but it's still only a clit. We need a nice, long, thick cock to play with!"

And with that, Jen lifted her skirt for a second, but long enough for Steve to see under it. Steve was shocked at what he saw.

Jen said, "How do you like this...it's a miracle! Did you see that?" And again she lifted her skirt, this time holding it up.

She had a cock! Well, at least a plastic strap-on one! "It's amazing what you can pick up at the local sex shop after school."

Steve was staring. Yep, just two feet from his face, his daughter was sitting on his chest with a dildo pointing out at him. It was a plastic skin-toned one, and it must have been a good eight inches long. It looked pretty realistic with its veins and ridges, and it was pointing right at Steve.

He had never seen a dick—even a fake one—at such close a distance before. And compared to his small prick, this dick was huge. He was ashamed to feel intimidated and embarrassed by the plastic cock.

"See Steffie, this is a cock, a nice big cock, and today I'm going to teach you how much fun it can be!"

Jen stood up on the bed, one leg on each side of Steve. She slowly stripped off her skirt. Steve was practically looking straight up at her. The cock was sticking out, firm and long. She had leather straps around her waist and legs holding it into place. He could almost see her asshole. God she was hot!

While kicking the skirt off to the floor, Jen started stroking her dick. "See Steffie, guys like it when they do this. It makes them feel good. I even know of one pansy-assed little sissy who did this while wearing women's panties last night!"