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This story contains themes of nonconsent and reluctance.
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Chet didn’t get on with his stepdaughter Alex. She was 18, and old enough to know better, and yet still she was difficult, and rude, and bratty. When Alex’s no-good mother skipped town, leaving Alex in Chet’s care, it got worse. And then when Alex enrolled in a feminism course at college, her attitude became unbearable.
To make it worse, Alex was a cocktease. She wandered around the house in nothing but a shirt and panties. On hot days, soaked in sweat, her outfit would contour itself to her tits and pussy, leaving little to the imagination. She would spend afternoons lying on the couch with her legs spread, her pussy mound poking at him challengingly, as she texted her slutty friends whatever was in her empty little head.
Chet knew she didn’t respect him. For one thing, he regularly looked through her phone while she was in the shower, and he saw the conversations she had with her friends. His hope was to find something he could use to blackmail her into being the obedient, father-respecting stepdaughter that he wanted – maybe nudes that she’d sent to a boy, or an embarrassing fantasy – but he never found any nudes or fantasies.
Until eventually, he found something better. A nude – but not of her, but rather of her feminism course teacher, Janet. The mature woman was naked, masturbating, cupping her generous tits. It was accompanied by a message: “Hey, Alex baby, thinking of you. Can’t wait for our next tutorial…”
It was everything Chet needed. He copied the photo, the message, and as much of Alex’s past correspondence with the teacher as he could find, and then went to the teacher’s office at the college.
“Hello, can I help you?” asked Janet, who clearly had no idea who he was.
Chet didn’t speak. Instead, he stepped into the room, closed the door behind her, and slapped her across the face.
She opened her mouth, and he said, “Do NOT speak, bitch. I know you’ve been fucking my stepdaughter, Alex. I have the photos. I have the text conversations. One word, and you lose your reputation and your job, and maybe even go to prison. How sure are you that Alex will admit that the relationship was consensual?”
Janet’s mouth opened in an O of surprise. She looked so pretty like that that Chet slapped her again, for fun.
“Get your clothes off, bitch,” he told her.
“What? Wait…” said Janet.
“Your career and your freedom depend on pleasing me right now, bitch,” he said. “If you make me repeat myself again, you will not get another chance. Get your clothes off. Make it sexy.”
“I’m… I’m not into men…” she said, although she didn’t sound sure of herself.
“What makes you think that I care? Clothes off.” And he reached out and ripped her shirt off, for emphasis. It tore right down the front, exposing her bra, and he wondered if she had a replacement to put on after he was done with her. He hoped she didn’t.
Slowly, face flushed, Janet undressed for him. Skirt, then bra – revealing the same luscious mature fuckbags he’d seen in the photo – and then panties, to bare a very shapely ass and a shaved pussy with enlarged, pouty labia.
He got out his phone and took some pictures.
“Hey!” Janet objected, reaching for his phone. He pushed her back so that she sprawled across her desk, legs spread, knocking her papers on the floor.
“You’ve got five minutes to masturbate before I start fucking you,” he said. “If you can orgasm before I ejaculate inside you, I’ll give you a chance to get me to leave you alone. Otherwise, I’ll be back tomorrow, and every day, until you learn to orgasm from being raped by a man.”
Her eyes widened – and then immediately focused on a point over his shoulder, and she began to urgently rub her pussy. It wettened quickly. Chet was impressed. She had clearly taken him seriously immediately, and got right down to