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Sissy Tina at The Mere
Part Two
Turning my head to look at the teen dressed no longer as a much younger girl, in 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 and way too much make-up, for a girl her age: and she didn't look twelve to fourteen, as she had when I'd first encountered her at The Mere.
Her panties were still in my mouth, to stifle my loud groans as she had fisted me earlier, `to ensure I was clean inside', she had told me, for her Daddy, before he took me and used me, as Sissy Slut Tina.
The wardrobe doors were open and Stephanie had thrown clothing all over the floor as she sought to find the right outfit for me to wear.
Meanwhile, I lay face down on her bed my hand clasped, my head on the pillows, surrounded by teddies and pink filly stuff, with a poster of Justin Bieber looking down on me.
"I know!" She exclaimed her hazel/green freckled eyes twinkling with delight, a wide dimpled smile on her face, as she ran from the room.
On her return Steffi threw some lingerie, a white shirt and plaid skirt on the bed. "There," she said to me, with satisfaction in her voice, "Daddy will just love you in this. After all Mummy looked good in it, their last fancy dress."
I still hadn't been told to move and, the subbie side of me had well come to the fore, whilst being fisted.
"Now, I'm going to the bathroom. While I'm gone, I want you to get changed for me..." she told me, then added; "And, I know you won't be another Brittney Spears, but I want you to make an effort? Alright?" And so saying, Steffi left the room, slapping my right buttock hard, on her way out.
Brittney Spears? Ah, that's what the outfit was about. Well there was no doubt about it, I would not look like another Brittney Spears, but as much as possible, I did want to look pretty, for Steve her Father, soon-to be using me as his fuck-toy, I hoped.
Removing the panties from my mouth and sitting up and, I begin picking up the clothing she has left for me, enjoying the feel of the clean panties and fresh self-support stockings.
Then picking up the blouse, I slip it on and do up the third button down and then one below it, then tie off the shirt ends, as a knot.
Standing, I slip into the delicate, lacy white panties and, then sit to ease the stockings up my long, freshly shaven legs.
Turning I look at myself in the full-length mirror on the inside of the right wardrobe door and from behind me, I hear Steffi: "Do you like what you see?"
I'd been running my hands up and down my nylon-clad clad thigh's when she spoke, her voice tinged with a hint of amusement and, I can't help but blush as I answer her in a kind of breathy voice, "Oh yes, I do..."
"Pity I don't have a wig and shoes to fit..." she muses aloud, moving round to survey my appearance, while searching the room, for a clean pair of panties, I assume.
"But, I have an idea," she says to me, dashing from the room only to return moments later with a tub of hair gel: "It'd Daddies..." Steffi tells me, as she digs into the tub and spreads a dollop of the green gel on her hands.
She bounces onto the bed; then lifting her skirt up a little, Steffi sits behind my back, thighs spread either side of me, her shaven sex pressed against my buttock flesh.
Running her fingers through my hair, she slicks it back, so it kind of looks like Jamie Lee Curtis in `True Lies'; the scene where she strips down to her panties and bra, in a darkened room.
I can't help but think that I like the look, as she bounces back of the bed, exclaiming: "Now, for some lippy!"
Some?
Steffi carefully applies one coat after another, until she finally seems satisfied, "There," she assures me..." "Good enough to eat." Then she adds with a twinkle in her eyes, "But I don't think it'll be you who gets eaten. If I'm right, that's what you'll be doing, Sissy Tina..."
And hearing that, I blush profusely. It's what I want to do. Heck, it's what I answered his ad to do. But, to hear it from his daughter, like this? I feel embarrassed, a little humiliated and, very aroused.
Briefly, she studies me.
"I can see that you like this from the tent in your skirt, Sissy..." Steffi observes thoughtfully: "Now, turn round and bend over, with your hands on your knees."
So, I bend forward and grasp my knees, as instructed and, feel the teen lift the skirt up at the back. She tucks the hem into the waistband, then pulls the panties way down my thighs: and, parting my buttocks, she applies some KY Gel to my puckered hole, prior to sliding two gel-coated fingers deep in me.
I delight in what she does, moaning softly.
"Have to make sure your pussies ready for Daddy..." she tells me.
Then, drawing her fingers from me, leaving me feel sadly empty, Steffi slaps my right butt cheek hard, before she stands back and says to me, "Straighten yourself up now and, I'll see you downstairs, as soon as I've got myself changed."
I pull up the panties and ease the skirt back into place and turn to look at Stephanie, a nervous smile on my face, "Is your Daddy's ready for him?" I ask somewhat unnecessarily.
"Yes," she smirks, as she steps toward me. And, kissing my lips, ever-so gently, Stephanie adds, "Go downstairs and show Daddy how you've dressed, to please him."
I want to return the kiss, but it's not what is appropriate, so I just say, "Yes, Mistress" and leave her bedroom and make my way downstairs, feeling a little bit silly, dressed as I am, but ever-so sexy and, very horny indeed.
Moments later, I'm outside the lounge door, where I'll find my `Daddy' and, I knock.
"Come in Tina!" He calls out and I enter slowly, to find Steve opposite me, his back to the fire, his arms crossed, eyes alight with pleasure, I'm hoping.
He's not the most handsome man and, he's certainly not ugly, but those brown eyes of his are quite lovely. And, I so like his quietly assertive manner.
"Give me a twirl," Steve tells me.
Needless to say, I do as instructed.
"Does your sissy-slut please you?" I asked, as I complete my three hundred and sixty degree turn, my hands loosely clasped in front of the bulge in the short pleated skirt.
"Aye, not bad..." he hisses; "Now, c'mere and show me what you can do with your mouth..."
"Yessir," I murmur, walking across the room, filled with a tingly sort of nervousness.
Standing before Steve I slide to my knees, looking up to him as he holds the back of my head, as I caress his inner-thigh's, moving my hands upward to his erection.
Then undoing his belt, trouser clasp and zip, I bring his manhood into the open.
I ease back his foreskin gently, taking real pleasure in holding a man again, like this; it's warm, hard and, within seconds it is between my lipstick-coated lips and, into my mouth, my tongue swirling round the head, to relish in the taste of him.
I quickly recall how much I used to enjoy giving a guy head, realizing I'm doing it right by the sounds of appreciation I can here, as I slurp away, drool dripping from the corners of my mouth.
And, I'm so busy, I don't hear the door open: I'm oblivious to everything, but his hard flesh, copious amounts of pre-cum leaking from him. I like the taste. Abruptly my bobbing head is held still and, Steve begins to thrust back and forth. And all-of-a-sudden, I'm aware of a small hand either side of me, easing the skirt up to my hips and, caressing my buttocks, cleaved in two by the delicate panties I wore.
Leaning into me, Steffi whispers in my right ear, "Suck my Daddies cock, you cunt!"
Cunt? This teen has a dominant streak and a foul mouth and, do like the way she says what she does, to me. I find it very arousing and immediately harden further still inside the panties, she had chosen for me to wear.
Once more she lifts my skirt up, easing the panties gusset aside and slides two fingers into my pussy, widening me and causing me to groan with pleasure, as she wriggles them inside me, widening me a little.
"Keep sucking Sissy-Slut!" She hisses sharply into my ear, her fingers working my pussy hard and suddenly, she adds a third finger.
I groan loudly around the flesh in my mouth and, I'm sure Steve likes the vibrations this makes on his hard, hard flesh, as the speed of his face-fucking increases.
"Don't cum in her mouth Daddy, I've got her pussy ready, for you," she tells Steve.
"Oh you girl," He mutters and shoves my face away from him, then he slaps my cheek, though not too hard: "Get down on all fours, slut!"
Seeking to obey this man, I get to all-fours, with Steffi's fingers still inside me. And, all of a sudden, she draws them out and pulls my panties down to my knees.
Tucking my skirt hem into the waistband, she slaps at my butt cheek, as she had earlier, then looks up to her Father and says to him, "She's ready Now Daddy!"
It's only now that I get a chance to see how Steffi had dressed, as I look over my shoulder: and, she is wearing little, just the cutest of cute Babydoll's you've seen, worn with self-support stocking's, like those I wear.
The outfit is is apricot and, her small breasts are visible as is her shaven sex, it is her prominent nipples that catch my brief gaze though, they're like hat-stands.
And, as she moves to one side, her father takes his place between my thighs.
Steve caresses my back and, easing my panties down, he eases two fingers into me and I groan softly, "Yes honey, you're right, the sissy is ready, for me."
The fingers come out of me, leaving my hole empty, for all of a second, then he presses the head of his hard shaft against my pussy, pushing forward, until suddenly I'm opening up for him.
Once inside me, he holds still a moment, for me to get used to this fullness.
And with his hands on my hips, Steve begins to thrust slowly back and forth, gaining speed as shunts into me.
"Babygirl, play with the sissy's nipples, will you?"
Oh yes, I think, he remembered. It was the one thing I had mentioned that I liked when I had responded to the ad. And now, he was this sweet young teen...
I groan, long and loud, as Steffi crouches to my right and leans forward, to tease both my nipples into hardness, twisting them and giving me the pain to them I crave and, ripples of pleasure, that sweep through me to my groin..
And momentarily I moan and tighten my sphincter muscles around Steve's hard flesh as the pain increases, causing him to grunt and say, "Oh yes Babygirl, she likes that!"
She likes that? I so like it when he calls me `she', particularly when I'm suddenly feeling even more submissive, as the teen continues to play with my nipples, torturing them, with a sweet pain, that has me thrusting back at Steve as his thighs slap against mine as his length slides in and out.
As he continues to fuck me, I reach out with my right hand, placing it on her right nylon-clad knee, mouthing `thank you'. I don't know quite why, but it seems so right to do so, as her Father grip my hips hard and begins to ease in, then out of me, with slower strokes, his thigh's trembling a little, his breathing suddenly quite ragged.
"I'm going to cum honey," Steve says to his daughter, leaning forward to tongue-kiss Steffi, his body suddenly going very still, as he shoots jet after jet of his got creamy seed, deep into me.
And, all of a sudden he collapses onto my back, rising to kiss Steffi passionately again: "Daddy, when we're tidy, can I take Tina upstairs and make her ready for Mummy to play with when she gets in from works?" She asks sweetly.
I look back to them, as he slips outs of me, leaving my hole dripping his cum, as Father and daughter embrace once again.
They part and Steve briefly kisses her left cheek and, he replies...
"Sure honey, I'm quite sure Sissy Tina will like that? Won't you?" He asks with a broad grin, as he slaps my right butt-cheek.
I'm feeling weak from all this activity and I just nod and smile, before laying down on the carpet, a little sore, yet feeling ever-so pleasantly fatigued.
Oh-boy, I muse, it's going to be a very long-evening, it seems...