I hear the door close behind Ellie as she goes to her Freshman English class. I think: finally, the spoiled little bitch is out of the house. Don't get me wrong, sometimes we get along great. But lately, Ellie has been pissing me off: drinking, fucking around, and worst: putting a big scratch and dent on my corvette. Fixing the 'vette is going to cost me over a thousand bucks. She is going to have to pay for that.
I get up from the sofa and head to the shower in the upstairs bathroom, the one right next to her room. No one is home, so I drop my jeans, shorts and t-shirt in the hallway. I shave before showering, being certain to make my face nice and clean and smooth. The shower water is just the right degree of hot, so I linger a little while, lathering and rinsing several times. Before I finish, I use Ellie's Venus razor to I shave my armpits, torso and legs. Although I don't have much body hair to begin with, I take the time to be sure I am squeaky clean. When Ellie's mom comes back from her business trip, she'll just smile and enjoy my smoothness. She knows I hate body hair (mine and hers), and she enjoys the smooth feel of my legs, chest and ass.
I rub myself dry with the semi-damp towel Ellie left on the floor after her shower next to the t-shirt and panties she wore to bed last night. The panties are a sheer white thong, probably a pair my wife bought her during their recent mega-dollar shopping spree to celebrate Ellie's eighteenth birthday. I consider taking a quick sniff, but decide to wait. I take her clothes to her room and throw them on her bed. Her room is disheveled, as usual. I don't mind really. It makes my hobby easier.
Returning to the master bedroom, I drop my towel, grab my iPad and walk back into Ellie's room. Her bra and panty drawer is half open, so I browse through it until I find a pair of pink plaid VS boy shorts and a pink full coverage bra. They don't quite match, but they are close enough. I slip on the panties and then clasp the 36 D bra's middle trio of hooks together around my waist, twist the bra into position and slip my arms through the straps. The fit is tight. In fact I am overstressing the elastic in the band, but I don't care and shove some fuzzy socks into the cups to fill them out. Pulling on the panties, I position my penis so that the pink panties cover it completely and start to look for tights. I find several pairs of nude pantyhose (the kind she wears to the country club parites), and some pairs of variously colored and variously patterned tights. It is a tough decision. Usually, I like the fishnets, but I just shaved and love the look of my smooth legs in regular hose. So I carefully pull-up a pair of nude stockings, being sure not to create any runs. Finally, I put on the flirty short green floral print Betsy Johnson dress and the long brunette wig Ellie bought for Halloween last year. Looking in the full-length mirror, I know that I don't really pass as a teen girl, but even without make-up, I look pretty hot.
I rearrange the pillows on the twin bed, which is pushed against the wall and then climb in and lie with my back against the wall and my feet hanging over the other side. I have her white thong and my iPad. I inhale the scent of the panties, long and deeply. Next I find a few gender-bending stories on Literotica.com to read, while gently sliding my fingers under my skirt, and over my pantyhose, stroking lightly. The stories and the light fingertip strokes touch make me hard, so I open my favorite movie on the iPad and watch a young woman with blonde curly hair, big tits, small waist and a nice round ass on her knees sucking off an athletic blonde man, who might pass as a Nordic god. She looks up at him lustfully, with her slim fingers wrapped tightly around the base of his shaft and stroking him in time with his hard thrusts deep into her mouth and throat. One thrust is hard and deep and she starts to gag and pull her face off his cock, but before she can the man pulls her hair with his right hand and slams his penis into her mouth. He holds her face tight against his crotch for a few seconds, and when he lets go, he slaps her. Her yelp barely escapes her cock stuffed mouth. After about four or five minutes, he pulls out of her mouth and cums on her face, getting some in her mouth, but most on her cheeks and forehead. While I watch, I pull my pantyhose and panties down a little and stroke my dick. I am ready to cum, too, so I push my dick in between the white cotton lining of the dirty thong and the see-through material, match Thor from the video, stroke for stroke, and cum in the panties. Raising it to my face, I inhale the combined scent of my cum and Ellie's puss, and then lean back into the pillows. The exertion gets the best of me, and I fall off to sleep, iPad on the bed, and Ellie's panties, bunched up in my hands.
"You fucking pervert! What are you doing?" Ellie's voice pierces the air. "Wait till I tell Mom."
Trying to answer, my voice just isn't working, "H-h-honey..."
"Don't you fucking 'honey' me. Is this what you do when I am out? Is this why my favorite bras and panties don't fucking fit right, you faggot?"
"Please just listen..."
"Bullshit. You are my bitch, now." Ellie takes my picture with her cell phone camera and then another. "I am going to send these to Mom."
"El, can you just listen? Maybe we can work something out."
Ellie looks at me and takes more pictures. "Like what?"
"You're a smart girl. There must be something to I can say or do."
She smiles. She thinks she has me now. She's planning, and if I know her, her plan won't be cheap.
"First, I want some more photos—just to make sure that you don't go back on your little sissy promises. Pick up that thong and rub it on your face. Hey is that cum on my favorite panties? Lick it off."
The stain is more of a wet spot, at this point, so I lick it as she takes more pictures. I must be making a face, because Ellie laughs and says "You know you love the taste of cum, you little queer. I open my mouth to take another lick, and Ellie shoves the panties deep into my mouth. She takes another picture.
"Now stand up and turn to face the bed, sissy." As soon as I turn around, she pushes me forward, so that I am doubled over the bed with my feet on the ground and my ass in the air. "You've been a bad girl, and you must be spanked. Then we can discuss how you can apologize and make this up to me. I know she thinks she can get money or something in exchange for her promise to keep quiet. She probably thinks she can manipulate the situation into a new car.
Ellie hikes the back of my dress up and reveals my panties underneath my nude pantyhose. Laughing, she takes a couple of light smacks on my ass, and an almost inaudible moan escapes my lips. Almost inaudible, but she hears it. "You like that, don't you?" The next strokes come much harder, and the smacking sound is much louder. "Do you like that? Does that excite you?" I do and it does. After about the third or fourth spanking, she stops for a second and says "You stay right there. Don't move. Don't even flinch." And then I hear her footsteps down the stairs.
For the first time since she walked in on me, I am afraid. This is where the whole thing could go wrong. She could be calling her boyfriend, her girlfriend, her mom. As long as things are between the two of us, I can always weasel out of everything later. But if someone else shows up, my plan to comes apart at the seams.
I hear her at the bedroom door: "Don't you dare turn around." The next thing I know is that my backside is being hit—hard—with a wooden spoon. "You're a bad girl," she says. I enjoy the first two or three strokes, but then she starts to hit harder. I have had enough.
