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Sissy Tina at The Mere
Part One
I walked down the lane toward Raby Mere, thoroughly enjoying the overhanging branches of the trees, all the many hues of green. The collie at the bungalow to the right, just before the dip down barked at me, as ever; until I'd
Walking on a bit, I made my way to the benches and the concrete bin on the red-bricked area, with the old cafe behind it, attached to the farmhouse to its right.
I sat on the bench furthest from the bin, with the small lay-by to my left, full of cars.
The road ran to my left and, either back up the hill, or on the immediate left, a small hump back bridge that led to Thornton, beneath which the River Dibbin ran. It ran very shallow, through a wooded area, adjacent to a small field with three horses in it, part of a small farm.
I suppose I'm setting the scene, except to say it was a blue-sky day; and good reason to be out with a pen, pad and a camera. I pulled my tin from my pocket and removed a smoke, then lighting it, I sat back to watch the crowd around the small lake.
A fellow walked toward me, wearing an olive-green coat, bald on top and some hair either side. He also wore glasses and kept looking back to the small group of people around the bollards, at the small crowd gathered round, looking down to the water and the ducks.
The fellow made his way to the bins, saying to me "`scue me," before depositing his rubbish in the bin to my left, the black one of cement, in black with a yellow band around it, with a full metal receptacle inside.
What he threw in bounced out and, as I stood from retrieving his litter from the floor, the fellow looked directly into my eyes as he said to me, "Are you Tina, the one who answered my ad?"
I'd nodded shyly and looking down, mumbled, "Yes" I was dressed as a guy and, he was using my femme-name, out in public. It was humiliating and, ever-so-arousing.
"Speak up Sissy," he'd instructed, in a firmer voice. And, I'd listened, getting hard inside my red nylon panties and self-support hose, then blue-jeans, socks and sensible boots for the walk. I reached into my leather for my tin, as he continued talking.
"I want to hear you tell me why you wanted to meet me," he said.
And, I was really trembling with nervous anxiety, as I admitted, "I wanted to meet, hoping to please you, while dressed in pretty lingerie and wearing really nice rich lipstick. And, hopefully, you'll choose to tease my nipples and have me feeling all subbie, so might I feel that need to satisfy a man..."
And then I paused, to take a breath, looking to his faceand his beautiful deep-brown eyes, to gauge his reaction.
He quickly looked toward the small crowd across the road again, then back to me a with smile on his face; "Yes, you're the one who answered."
"I'm shaved all over," I'd added, "Just as you wanted."
`As he wanted?' It felt ever-so nice, to wear nylons on my freshly shaven legs, I knew I'd do it more often.
Yet, he seemed pre-occupied and, hardly heard me.
The fellow looked at his watch and told me, "Times moving and my daughters got to be in bed for ten."
`Ten? It was only four. His daughter? Where was she and, why was she there?' I'd panicked, goodstyle.
"Stephanie!" he called.
A girl a a blue-party dress, with white polka-dots, skipped across from the crowd to us, sucking a lollipop, her auburn hair bouncing on her shoulder. On her feet wear white socks and brown school sandals. Her panties were white cotton, I sussed as she skipped toward us.
"C'mon, " the fellow said, obviously expecting me to follow, as he led us both to his car, parked two up, as we walked.
He opened his door then used his key to open the rest and the girl had got in to the front next to him.
"She's seventeen. But you'd never know..." he said with a grin, as he turned in his seat and offered his hand, "I'm Steve. What do I call you?"
"My names Kevin, I told him, "but when I'm dressed I like to be called Tina..."
And, I know I blushed. I blushed even more, as I watched his right hand begin to caress Stephanies left knee.
"Then Tina it is then," he said to the girl, who just looked tom him, giggled then said, "I'm going to enjoy this Daddy..." That was when I'd wondered just what I'd gotten myself into.
I watched through the seats as his hand travelled upward, between her thighs.
Then noting where I was staring, Steve looked at me and grinned.
"Steffi here does like to play..."
I was open-mouthed, as I looked to him and just nodded.
Abruptly he turned in his seat to face front, withdrawing his hand slowly I noticed: `they were obviously a very loving father and daughter', I mused.
Briefly he looked in his rearview mirror and noticing the puzzled look on my face, told me, "We're going to my house. It's not far from here and maybe you can play dressup with Steffi here awhile, before... we have fun." It sounded sordid and interesting and, possibly a great deal of fun.
Steffi turned in her seat as the car pulled away from the layby grinning widely: "We're gonna play dressup," she enthused in a girly-voice, that matched the way she had chosen to dress, "I'm looking forward to that."
She looked really happy at the idea and her enthusiasm was infectious. All of a sudden, I too felt pleased to be playing dressup with this young teen, prior to doing all that I could, to please her father. At least, that's what I hoped.
"We'll be about ten minutes. I lived opposite The Three Stags..." He told me quickly over his shoulder, then quickly turned his head a little to say to pretty Steffi, "Now remember honey, you can make up Sissy Tina however you want, just make her look pretty for Daddy, alright?"
Leaning over her seat, young Steffi stretched out with her right hand and caressed my face, much to my initial shock: "Oh Daddy," she giggled, "Sissy Tina will look so pretty when I've finished, that she'll really please my lovely sexy Daddy!"
Steffi had called me `she' and, I liked it.
It took about ten minutes to get to his home, with Steffi's palm on my knee the whole journey.
I found her grin quite infection and, more than once glanced up coyly, to smile as I saw those hazel/green freckled eyes looking at me, a dimpled smile on her face.
He hadn't been quite accurate. Steve didn't live opposite The Three Staggs, but to the left, and down to the slip-road, leading off that which led to Clatterbridge and, or Bebington, then Lower Tranmere. There were four or five houses before Claremont Farm and where they lived was one of them.
Finally Steve looked at us both briefly as he informed us, "Okay folks, we're here!" He drove up a pretty long, slightly curved gravelled driveway, then parked the car and got out first, followed by Stephanie then myself.
He lived in a pretty large cottage, painted white, with a pebble-dash finish to two of the facing-walls.
As I got out of the car and followed the teen into the house, I heard her dad calling from a nearby room: "You look like you need a drink. Do you?"
I gulped somewhat, watching Steffi's legs and the amount of flesh on display. My mouth was dry; I was aroused as hell and, `yes, I needed a drink!"'
"Yes please..." I called back, as the teen reached the stairs, just ahead, to my right.
"I'm going to change Daddy..." She shouted, as Steve appeared in a doorway, just down the hall and to my right, just before the stairs.
"Whiskey alright?" He asked.
"Oh yes," I sighed, thankful for the prospect of some liquid libation: `I need alcohol, now!' I thought, walking to find Steve and the promised whiskey, while his daughter, who looked waaay too young, went to get changed.
I took the proffered drink, looking down to my shoes as Steve raised his and he spoke, "He's to a pleasant time, for us both."
I drank mine all-in-one, then held my glass out, "Please?" I entreated.
Gawd, I was ever-so nervous.
Steve wasn't overly attractive, yet he did have a way about him and, I watched him closely as he poured me another drink.
"Are you looking forward to getting dressed, for me?" He asked, handing me the glass, half-full.
Momentarily I went shy, thinking of being dressed, or rather undressed for Steve, while I stood before him and he teased my nipples, before I gave my body to him To use and abuse, as his slutty sissy Tina.
I nodded, aware that he was smiling.
"You're going to be a good slut for me, aren't you?" I asked, watching me drink, his right hand caressing my left cheek.
I kissed the palm of his hand and, Steve ruffled my hair, as I grinned and said to me, "I wonder how my little baby has chosen to dress-up for me?"
Gawd knows,' I thought, but she can take her time.' I liked being there with Steve, as he was being so-nice-to-me.
But typically, there was a knock at the door, that very moment.
Steve stroked my lower lip, with the fore-finger of his left hand and he smiled at me briefly, before calling out, "C'mon in honey!"
When Stephanie entered the room, I'm sure both our eyes popped out. From dressing in a child-like manner earlier, now she was dressed very differently.
She was dressed in what would best be described as bedroom wear: self-support hose and heels, black delicate lace panties, that just covered her shaven sex; and, a cami-top of the same sheer, filmy material. She wore her hair pinned up, with waaay to much make-up, for a girl her age: and, she looked gorgeous.
Steffi walked across the room to her Father and flung her arms around his neck, kissing his lips with ardour; "This is going to be so much fun Daddy!"
"Yes honey, it will be," he assured her, his hands on her hips, as he kissed her forehead, "Now, why don't you take our `Tina' here and look after her for me?"
"Certainly Daddy!" She gushed, releasing him from her embrace.
Stephanie turned to me and took my right hand and led me through the door and upstairs to her room.
Once we were inside, Steffi turned to me and, with her hands on her hops and, a wide smile on her face, she said to me, "You need to be shaven for Daddy. Are you shaven?" "Yes," I found myself answering in a soft voice.
It seemed Stephanie could really bring out my submissive side. Although she was so much younger and shorter than me, I felt small, compared to her.
"All over?" She asked, left eyebrow arched up a little.
"Yes, all over..." I answered looking down to my toes, "I did that before I came out and I..." I never got any further, before Stephanie she quickly interrupted, "And are you clean, down below?"
Now, there was a question.
Steve had told me in his last email before our meeting that I was to be shaven all over and had to be clean down below, so his sissy-slut would be ready to be used.
So, of course I was ready, down below.
She was quiet, for all of a second, looking really thoughtful. Abruptly she threw a towel down in the middle of the bed: "Here," she said to me, "get undressed and lie face down, will you?"
Looking at her briefly, I maybe hesitated too long for her, as I wondered if she'd really meant what she'd said to me.
"Hurry up!" Steffi instructed, her impatience evident in her voice, "Daddy's waiting, remember?"
However old she was, Stephanie appeared twelve, or fourteen. And, to have someone so young telling me to undress was ever so arousing.
Yet, that is as an aside: I undressed to my red panties, hard as hell and, barely restrained.
She was enjoying watching me and, I'll concede that I was enjoying being there with her, as I looked to her eye and I shimmied out the panties, very pleased that I had shaven my chest, pubes and legs well, before leaving the house.
I was grateful, that as I lay down, the teen wouldn't have to look at a hairy ass.
"Aw sweet!" Steffi explained, swatting my left butt cheek... "But you'll have to take the stockings off, as well... Alright?"
Of course, I quickly followed her instruction and finally stood before this young-looking teen, totally naked.
Blushing madly, I lay down, on my belly, as suggested and, looked back over my shoulder as Stephanie knelt on the bed, just to my right.
She used her left hand on my left inner thigh, to part my legs, and then knelt between them and, I watched nervously, as she used KY to lubricate her right hand, from fingertips to wrist.
Parting my freshly shaven buttocks, she pressed the tip of her right hand middle finger against my sphincter, which it entered easily. She slid it in and out slowly, to allow me to get used to the intrusion. Then a second finger joined it, as she leant forward, her left hand giving her support, as she spread me wide, for the finger that followed the first two.
I moaned pretty loudly as she drew them out, leaving me feel empty, then I watched again, as she curled her thumb into her palm. Stephanie's brow furrowed, as she stared at my buttocks and, my anus, which wanted her attention again.
And boy-did I groan, when she thrust her small fist into me, right up to her wrist.
"Shush," she told me, slowly drawing her clenched fist out a little, before thrusting it forward a little further. It was as she turned her hand inside me, that I groaned the loudest, with every movement of her hand, as young Steffi smiled, teasing me, with each turn of her wrist, hand and fingers.
"Ohhhh yessss," I hissed and then groaned once more.
"I told you to be quiet," Steffi admonished, wriggling behind me. And, all-of-a-sudden, I found a pair of her panties pushed into my mouth: "I told you to be quiet," she scolded, as she straddled my left leg and I realized she had taken off her panties and, I liked her taste.
All-of-a-second, she thrust her hand against my ass-pussy, opening me wide, to accept her fist. And, soon, Steffie began rocking back and forth on my leg, as her hand pistoned in and out of me and, I groaned around the panties and gripped the duvet, my knuckles white.
And then Steffi moved again, to crouch between my legs, as she eased her hand out-of-me, with a slurping sound.
I sighed loudly and relaxed my whole body; looking back, as Steffi used a small pink towel to clear the lube from her hand.
She looked at the towel, once she finished, then looked at me and grinned: "Yep, you're all clean. You were telling the truth."
Steffi leant forward a little, so I could look down the front of her dress, at her pert braless breasts, the nipples hard, as she pulled the panties from out of my mouth.
"Shaven well and clean as a whistle. Daddy will be pleased!" She enthused, clapping her hands together and bouncing up-and-down, "Now, to get you dressed!"