Chapter 1
Sara laid at the corner of her bed, sulking more than usual. It was supposed to be the best day of her life, and had slowly turned into the worst for her. It began a few months ago, when her mother started to know a guy who clearly couldn’t compare to her father. Yes, she had appeared happier than before, but Sara loathed the guy with a passion. He was fat, creepy, and owned a strip club. She didn’t even want to think what he did to those women at the club, it was definitely more than they advertised. They began to go on more and more dates, and Sara had met him in the process, and expressed to her mother how much she hated him. She didn’t listen though, and convinced Sara that he truly made her happy. What the hell could an established beautiful doctor see in some guy who owned a strip club? Nothing made sense, it was like she was in some kind of spell.
And now, on her 18th birthday, he was moving into their house finally. She would never be able to hide it from her friends anymore… it was so damn embarrassing. Why did her mom think it was a good idea to do it on a birthday she’d been looking forward to for her entire life? It was like some kind of punishment, and Sara had no idea what she did wrong. She had surfed on her laptop for a couple of hours to get all of these thoughts out of her mind, but nothing helped. Now, with her belly resting against her bed while swiping through her favourite ads, she had half a mind to go out and scream at her mom for doing this to her again. She knew he would be here at any time though, and knew he wouldn’t be happy with her bullying her mom again. It wasn’t that she wanted to hurt her… she just wanted to talk some sense into her.
Even her favourite songs in her ears weren't helping at all today.
She thought she heard some talking downstairs, but she refused to remove her ear plugs to admit that she knew he had finally arrived. When a large figure finally appeared at her doorway, which was firmly closed so he wouldn’t bother her, she had to turn on her back, sit up, and glare at him. He clearly didn’t respect boundaries. She would have to lock her door more often now. “What the fuck are you doing in my room? Fuck-off.” She said when she confirmed it was him.
He raised one of his eyebrows to stare at her, clearly amused. He was definitely staring at her ass, and that was absolutely disgusting. She just turned 18! He wore a grey sweater and blue jeans, it was clear that he did not bother to take care of himself. At least he had nice blue eyes, which her mom always went on about. Everything else about him though… it was disgusting. He had greasy hair which he combed back, a beer-gut which was threatening to fall out of his jeans, and had coarse black chest hair, which she saw when he swam in the backyard with her mom. He even had a double chin and a stupid mustache, which she wanted to rip out of his face everything she saw him. He was currently grinning at her like she was some kind of snack, and she shivered just thinking about it. “Uh-uh, cupcakes, that’s no way to talk to your new father!” His grin was even wider, and she wanted to slap him.
“Don’t ever call me cupcakes again.” She replied, groaning dramatically. “And you’re not my father. Just because you live with us now doesn’t mean I’ve accepted you.”
He stepped into the room, looking around it like there was clearly something wrong with it, something that disgusted him. He stared at her for a second before laughing out loud, the sound booming against the walls of her room. “Cup-cake.” He emphasized. “I’m your father whether you’d like to accept it or not, and I demand respect from you. Now that I’m living here, there’s going to be some changes, and I think I'm going to start with you.”
She narrowed her eyes at him, completely appalled by his behaviour. “What the fuck do you mean?”
He was close enough to her now that she could clearly see the meat that was stuck between his teeth, which was enough to make her want to gag. “Look at how you dress!” He swept his arms towards her meaningfully, and she looked down at her body.
“What do you mean?” She was wearing her usual home outfit, which included baggy pink sweatpants and a matching hoodie, since her room got pretty cold during the winters. It was the same outfit she went jogging in in the mornings, and she had to admit, needed a wash soon. She wasn’t going to wear her nice pyjamas now that this sleeze was living with them though! She was a beautiful girl when she felt like it, and she rarely felt like it. Why did it matter what guys thought about her when she knew she was stunning? She acted how she wanted, and that was all that mattered. She had dyed blonde hair with dark roots growing out (that would have to be fixed soon), and it fell by her shoulders after she’d cut it short the previous summer. The dark lipstick she was wearing earlier that day when she went to the grocery store was still on her, though it was fading with all the snacks she had eaten while complaining to her mom. Her mascara was still on perfectly, and she had a nose ring that she had got done in secret when she was 16-years-old. Her mom couldn’t do anything about it after it was done.
“What I mean is… you look like a dude laying there. It’s completely appalling.” He said, tsking slightly. “Where are your curves? I definitely can’t see any.”
She wanted to kill him, why would she ever want to show him any curves of hers? She constantly hid her 36-E cup breasts from everyone at school, knowing that guys couldn’t help but stare at her constantly, and the bullying from when she was younger still haunted her to this day. She self-consciously put her arms around her chest, even though he could barely see anything below her hoodie. “Are you fucking serious? You’re such a creep. You’re married to my mother, how dare you tell an 18-year-old girl how to dress herself. How inappropriate is that? Fuck off!” She stormed towards him, and he moved back into the hallway in shock.
She grinned at him, showing her most malicious smile possible, and proceeded to shut the door in his face while waving goodbye sassily, twiddling her fingers at him. She ran back to her bed and plopped on top of it, cursing her mom for doing this to her. If she wanted to go on about how this guy provided her the happiness she needed, why could she think about how Sara felt for two seconds? This is a two way street, and she was being very unfair.
And the fact that he’s only been in their house for two seconds and already trying to play boss. Most dads would prefer if their daughters covered their bodies up more, but no, this balding fucker preferred if she showed her tits off for him more, which clearly demonstrated he had no respect for her mother at all. She should just tell him and get this over with… but the sadness she knew she would see in her eyes again - Sara didn’t know if she would be able to handle that.
Her thoughts were racing through her head as she plugged her ear plugs back in and closed her eyes, trying to forget all of this was actually happening. A few seconds later though, there was a knock on the door, and she groaned out loud. If that stupid guy was back again… she would really be calling the police this time. When she opened the door though, her mom was standing there, looking a little wary. She was blessed with Sara’s breasts, which was highlighted by the tight shirt she was wearing. Her long black locks were beginning to show white hair, but despite that, she still looked very young for her age. Her smile lines were not showing now, and the look of disappointment she gave Sara was killer.
Sara rolled her eyes, knowing what her mother wanted to talk about, and sat down at her desk, spinning around to face her. Her mother walked in, looked around, then sat at the edge of her bed, looking at her. Sara wondered if she would be the one talking first. She was the one who came in, after all. She pulled the earplugs out of her ears, staring back at her.
“Sara…” She rolled her eyes again. “Sara….”
“What?! Just say it already!” Sara exclaimed. This guilt trip was her mom’s ultimate weapon.
“I know you and Don don’t get along.” She started. Sara laughed out loud dramatically, demonstrating how wrong her mother truly was. “Sara.”
“Just tell me what you want to say already.” She said. This was her birthday! Why did it have to be all about him?
“It’s hard for him, too. He doesn't’ know how to act around you, it’s his first time having a kid to take care of.”
“I’m not a kid.” She blurted out. She was an adult now, and deserved to be treated like one.
“I know, I know.” She reached her hand out to pet Sara’s head, something she did every time she wanted to comfort her, but Sara leaned back to avoid her, too angry to let anyone touch her right now.
“What I’m trying to say is, he doesn’t know how to understand you, act around you, talk to you. I would be very thankful if you helped him out and put him on the right track.” She looked so sad, and it was hurting Sara. She knew her mom was doing it on purpose.
“Mom, he’s a sleaze, why can’t you see that?” She was exasperated
“He’s not a sleaze, don’t talk about your own father like that.”
“He’s not my father!” Sara said a little loudly, and crossed her arms again in defense.
“We’re in love.” Her mother started to well up, and Sara wanted to hug her and comfort her.
“He’s horrible. You don’t know the way he looks at me. It’s so perverted, you have to know this! You’ve barely been dating at all, how do you even know you love him? You didn’t even ask my permission before you just went to city hall and signed the paper with him. I deserve more respect than that.” She didn’t want to say all this, but her mother needed to know the truth.
“I’m sorry sweetheart, I think I just thought you would be happy for me. You must see the way he treats me and how he makes me feel. He’s warm, kind, caring, and considerate. Everything I’ve been looking for after your father left me. I think you just have some kind of misunderstanding with him, which will clear itself out the more you get to know him. All I want you to do is try, would you be willing to do that for me? Even I didn’t like him that much at first, but I spent some time with him and realized how special he is to me.” She explained.
“Do you think he’s even more special than dad?” Sara asked, looking down with disappointment.
“Don’t start with me right now.” Her mother’s voice raised slightly. “You know I’ll always care for your father. But he has a family now, and he doesn’t love us the same way anymore. I know you still have a relationship with him, but I’ve moved on.”
“I just don’t understand how you can say he’s everything you’ve been looking for. He seems like the complete opposite of what you want. He’s lazy and bad mannered, and he’s sexist. The way he acts towards the girls at the club, he barely even pays them anything.”
“Sara… he’s been through a lot in life, and the way that he acted before… he truly regrets. We’ve talked about all this. I’ve honestly never met a man who respects women more.” A spark fell on her eyes, and she looked like a silly girl in love.
“Are you serious?” She rolled her eyes again.
“Don’t just see things in black and white all the time. You need to learn to see past people’s surface qualities and see what’s on the inside. I know it’s cheesy, but you’re still young. You’ll realize it someday.”
“Mom…” She sighed. “I’ll try, okay? But I’ve been trying, and I can’t see what you see in him at all. And he needs to try, too.”
She nodded. “I already talked to him when he came downstairs. He’ll work just as hard as you to earn your affections.” Sara was about to reply when she stopped her. “Come downstairs. We’re having a meal to celebrate, and don’t think I’ve forgotten about your birthday!”
“You know we’re celebrating my birthday officially this weekend. Besides, I still have a ton of homework to do.” It was clear she wasn’t doing any when her mom came in, but she had to make an excuse to not have to sit at the same table as that guy.
“Please, sweetie. Just for a little bit. Then you can go back to your homework. You said you would try.” The way she looked at her… Sara groaned and stood up.
“Fine.” She followed her mother down the stairs, still clutching tightly to her phone with the earbuds attached.
There was enough food on the table to feed them for a week, who prepared all of this? There was champagne on the table as well, already poured out into three cups. Don was sitting there at one of the chairs, and he eyed her up and down, clearly staring at her body. How did her mom not notice him do stuff like this? She shuddered at the glance.
He grinned at the two of them and raised a champagne glass, “to a new start.”
She rolled her eyes. “I can’t drink, I’m underage.” An excuse, she definitely drank with her friends on weekends.
“It’s okay if your parents are watching you.” Her mom said, smiling.
“I only have one parent here.” She snarked back.
Don and her mother stared at each other before Don said, “Don’t be rude to your mother.”
“I was actually trying to be rude to you.”
“Sara!” Her mother said, glaring at her.
“Fine, I’ll toast, too.” She grumbled. “To a new start.”
Her mother was delighted, and did the same as they clinked the glasses together. Her mother served the starters, smoked salmon on a thin layer of bread, with a slice of lemon and parsley sprig. Every time she finished a glass of champagne, Don would pour more for her without her having to say a word. She wasn’t complaining. The bubbles tasted great against her lips, and they had spared no expense. She wasn’t sure if they were celebrating her birthday more or his arrival, but didn’t care that much. She was already feeling giddy from all the glasses she had chugged down, which was making her feel warm inside.
When he went to pour her yet another glass, she put her hand over her cup, shaking her head. “I still have homework to do, and school tomorrow.”
“Sara, one more won’t hurt. We all know you’re a smart girl. I just want to celebrate with you.” She narrowed her eyes, wondering if there was malintent behind those words, but she couldn’t find any.
“Don’t worry about it! You can skip your homework for tonight.” Her mom grinned, and Sara was shocked. Why was her mom letting her drink so much? She was always focused about studying, and now she was letting her get drunk on a school night?
“What are you talking about? You’re always going on about studying harder, not partying too much, getting good grades. How could you be telling me to drink more?” She was tipsy, but not stupid. What was going on?
“Yes, but it’s not the end of the world.” She said. “Pretty girl like you.”
“Did you honestly just say that?” Sara said, her jaw dropping completely.
“Don’s right, he told me what the two of you were talking about earlier and I agree with him. I’d love to see my daughter in a beautiful dress. You have such a nice figure, and you’re always trying to hide it.” She smiled.
“Excuse me? When has this ever crossed your mind before? Why is this suddenly bothering you now?” Her mother loved the way she dressed before, always telling her that boys didn’t matter, and that she should just worry about being an independent smart young woman. What the hell was Don saying to her when she wasn’t around?
“It’s just not becoming, that’s all. Especially when we have a man in the house. You look like a bottle of pepto-bismol.” What. The. Fuck.
“These are his words! He’s brainwashing you!” She slammed her hands on the table, making the food and glass shake as she expressed her anger. All Don did was shrug, leaning back against the chair while sipping on his own glass.
“I know, Ellen.” Don said to his mother, interrupting their exchange. “Why don’t I play that CD you like so much?”
"Now?" her mother asked a little coyly.
"Why not?" He asked back, narrowing his eyes at her.
Her mother shrugged. "Okay."
“A CD? Who even plays CDs anymore? And does no one care about my exclamation? I’m not done with this argument yet!”
Don ignored her and got up, walking towards a CD player that Don had clearly brought himself, who even listens to CDs? He’s so weird. He pressed the back button to start the song again, and played it.
Sara glanced at it and immediately said, “What is this shit? Sounds like something you’d play down at the strip club. It’s so gross.”
“It is something I play down at the strip club.” Don laughed. “Great catch.” And then her mother laughed. She always judged strippers before, why was she so okay with this? And why was she so okay with this song? She loved classical music, not a pop song that couldn’t stop talking about a woman’s fine assets.
Sara bit her lip. She promised she would make an effort for the meal, so she sat back down. They clearly didn’t care about her outburst, so she would try again to be friendly, no matter how difficult that was. Though… it was quite peculiar how she got more and more into it. There was something about this song that intrigued her, and after a couple more glasses of champagne, which Don poured into her glass, she got more and more into the groove. Maybe she would be nice and ask him to share the CD with her, see if she can download it onto her laptop. They continued to eat their food, none of them talking much, all three enjoying the music. She started to sway to the beat, a grin spread across her face as she did. She must’ve had too much to drink, it was making her do weird things.
When the dessert was finally done, and her stomach was practically bulging from all she ate, Sara walked to the sofa in the living room next door so she could continue to listen to the music. Clearly, all the champagne was too much for her to handle, as she only had to close her eyes slightly before she passed out on the couch, unable to move anymore.
Don had moved back in his seat to look at her, and said, “I think the champagne got the better of her. I’ll put her to bed, you can go change into something more comfortable.” Ellen smiled, her eyes completely glazed as she put another spoon of chocolate pudding in her mouth. Don carried her into her bedroom with ease, and put her on the bed as he tucked her in, he then pulled out another CD player from his pocket and put the disc in.
He put the machine on repeat, but at a low volume so it wouldn’t be waking Sara up. This would do. Don was extremely pleased, this was all going according to plan. He had come across a sound designer a few years back that was very good at using subliminal messaging in his work, and he was part of a huge BDSM community that loved to utilize these CDs. It had worked so well that Don had opened up the strip club just to see the potential, and the results were stunning. The sound designer was able to modify and synthesize the suggestions so that they were projected in the same chord frequency as the music, giving them the effect of being par to the music itself. He had never heard of this method before, and was so glad that he was the one who discovered it through his friend.
He had the CDs playing on repeat in the changing rooms so that the strippers felt horny when they went out to dance, and when they did they did so with passion. It made the men pay them more than usual, and made Don a very rich and happy man.
Chapter 2
The next morning Sara woke up confused, still in her clothes from the night before. She rubbed her eyes a few times and looked around. She was in her room, but didn’t remember how she got there. She felt different somehow, and she didn’t know why. Maybe it was because she just turned 18, and was finally a grown up. That did something to a person, right?
Even in the mirror she looked exactly the same, and she frowned to herself, wondering what was wrong. She didn’t even bother changing before going downstairs, seeing where her mom and Don were. They were both not around, and she wondered what time it was.
She walked towards Don’s CD player, narrowing her eyes. She pressed play, and smiled as the music from last night played again. She was glad he hadn’t taken it away, she had strangely wanted to listen to it more. She loved to sway and listen to it, and it made her feel kind of sexy and hot, like the girl singing in the song.
She was still swaying when her stomach growled, telling her that she needed some breakfast. She turned the music up higher so she could listen to it in the kitchen, and she shimmied to the sexy rhythm as she cooked up some eggs, hoping no one would come home and walk in on her. She was still in her smudged makeup, but didn’t care, she felt like a real woman, and she would work it. She turned it up even higher after the first song ended, and the music was so loud it made the floor pulse, which made her feel like she was in some kind of club, or listening in on a concert.
She was tingling more and more, her body feeling hotter by the second. How could a song make her feel like this? It must be some sort of magic. She was so turned on, and she rubbed her hand through her body, her dance becoming more and more seductive by the second. She imagined she was one of the strippers at Don’s club… wondering what it would be like with hundreds of hungry male eyes staring at her, devouring her movements. It would be awesome to be able to be paid to do something like this, to be able to dance and not worry about anything at all. The music urged her on, integrating deep into her mind, and she loved every second of it.
She gasped out loud as the second track ended, and she rushed to the CD player before the third one could come on. She left the eggs on the table, realizing she was completely late for school. What the hell was she thinking? It was like she completely forgot school existed. She ran upstairs, knowing she would be late for her first lesson for sure. She changed into something a little less stinky, rubbed the makeup off of her face, and ran to her car, driving to school at top speed.
When she finally arrived, she had to walk by the edge of the auditorium, blushing as she realized everyone would be staring at her. She sat by her friend at her usual seat, who looked up and smiled at her. She was sure to tease her later, Sara was never late for school. The professor droned on and on, and usually she would be eager to write it all down, but she felt completely unmotivated. She just stared at the blank paper and pen laying in front of her.
It had the date and the class name scribbled on top, but she couldn’t be bothered to write anything down on it. She just wanted to go home and relax, none of this even mattered anyways. None of what he said mattered, none of what they were learning mattered. Like she was thinking earlier, it would be so much easier to just dance and show off her body than to focus on something as trivial as this.
After the class was over, she got up and ignored her friend. She decided she didn’t feel like the rest of the classes, and would go home instead and just relax. She drove home, humming to the songs she remembered playing this morning, eager to listen to it again.
The first thing she did when she go thome was blast the music again and step into the shower. She had stolen her dad’s old CD player from their attic, and was eager to place the CD inside so she could play it for herself. Unfortunately, it didn’t have the same effect on her with the water splashing around her. It actually sounded as bad as it first sounded last night, really cheesy porn music with the girl moaning away with loud music blasting.
She stared down at her hands. Did she just walk out of class without a second thought and skipped college for the first time? What the hell was she thinking? She would have to go back tomorrow and get all the notes she missed. What had gotten into her? At least the water on her body was nice, and she made it extremely hot as she scrubbed herself down fast, trying to get out of there so she could turn the music off as fast as possible.
The weird part was… she could barely remember what had happened since last night, like all of her thoughts were blurry. It was hard to focus on what had happened. Maybe she was drunk on all the alcohol. It made sense, she was never a heavy drinker. It was okay, she just had to get the notes and do better at school tomorrow. She was still excited for her birthday weekend, and at least had that to look forward to.
As soon as she turned the nozzle of the water noff, though, she could finally hear the music properly again, and she found herself completely transfixed by it. She started to dance naked in the shower, making her sway side to side as she closed her eyes, pressing her hands against her body. The only way you should be dancing to music this slutty is to dance in a slutty fashion as well, she owed it to it. She didn’t even bother putting a towel around her body, and she swayed side to side, completely mesmerized.
She dropped to the floor, and started to grind to the music like it was the one that was fucking her. The girl’s voice spurred her on, telling her to do more, that she needed more. God, she needed a man to fuck her right about now. She felt like she was part of the music, that she was the one singing it, nothing else mattered. As she danced, she started to touch herself to the music, arching her back as she did. She teased her nipples, squeezing it and twirling it. It was already so hard, piercing into the air, making her look even bigger than normal. Her cunt was soaked, and leaking down her thighs. She squeezed them together, rubbing them as she danced some more.
She wasn’t the type to masturbate, and she had only done it a few times before. But this time… she couldn’t stop herself. She needed it too bad. She reached her fingers down and started to twirl her clit, squeezing it and playing with it the way she liked to. When it wasn’t enough, she stuck two fingers in, and it slid in readily, her fingers feeling the tightness of her virgin cunt as it squeezed hard against it. She pumped herself over and over, moaning as she played with her nipples with her other hand.
She still danced though, twirled around naked in the bathroom, imagining a male audience drooling at her wanton display. It was so wrong, and she imagined that she was being pumped by a dick instead, in and out. In and out. She came quickly, unable to stop herself anymore. It was the greatest orgasm she’d ever experienced, and her pussy pulsed around her fingers, milking it as she continued to pump.
When she came down from her high, she realized it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough. The tracks continued to play, and she spent the next hour in the bathroom, touching herself, moaning with wild abandonment, and teasing her body to past the point of exhaustion. She had lost count of how many orgasms she'd had, and when the music finally finished, she blinked a few times at it. What a wild fucking ride.
She walked to her bedroom without putting on clothes, too tired to do anything else. She closed the door behind her and collapsed onto the bed, thinking that she would be needing another shower from all the sweat she produced from touching herself and dancing.
That would have to be done another time. For now, she curled up into her blankets, sighing contently as she dreamt of being fucked by multiple men, especially the ones at Don’s strip club.
Chapter 3
She woke up, rubbing her head as she groaned. The thoughts of what she had done before her nap came back to her, and she had to clench her legs to stop herself from wanting to touch her body again. God, when had she gotten so addicted to masturbating? When did she start getting so wet all the time? From seemingly nothing at all?
She had forgotten to lock the door, and she was still laying in bed completely naked. Her blankets were covering her ass as she laid on her stomach, but the curve of her body would seduce any man who saw it. Especially the man who opened the door now without knocking, and stared at her as he eyes her body up and down in the most feral way possible. Normally, this would set her off, and she would be screaming at him on top of her lungs and then complaining to her mom. Instead, she smiled at him with a cat-like smirk, and said. “What are you doing here?”
He didn’t say anything except grip his swollen cock over his jeans. Sara realized then that she was still naked, and she leaned up slightly to say, “Naughty boy. I’m your daughter, remember?”
“Stepdaughter.” He replied with an oily grin. “There’s a big difference, you’re not produced by my seed, though I hope you’ll taste it one day.”
“Silly.” She said, pushing her fingers through her hair, “What would my mom say?”
“She wouldn’t have to know.” He replied curtly, still holding onto his cock. She licked her lips, wondering how it would taste.
Sara smiled. “Shame on you,” She cooed flirtatiously. An idea sparked in her head, and she pushed the covers off of her ass, displaying it to her step-father. He almost groaned from seeing her body on display for him like that. It got better, she slowly got up from the sheets as sexily as possible, her ass in the air as she stretched out as slow as possible. She then stood up, and he eyed her like he wanted to slam her down on the bed and have his way with her right away. Instead, all he did was watch her walk to him with her hips swaying side by side, her tits bouncing slightly as she slammed the door in his face.
Outside, Don smiled to himself. He was already getting through quickly to her, way faster than he did her mother. Her behaviour was completely different than it was before. And god… that body… that body was to die for. He praised the CD in his head as he walked downstairs to the kitchen. He bent her mother over onto the counter and fucked her where she stood, still picturing Sara’s hot young body.
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Sara had completely stopped going to school, studying was too dull, and she had too many other things she wanted to do. Her friends had messaged her, asking where the star student in the class was, but she refused to reply to any of them. What try-hards. They would never understand where she was coming from.
Instead, she waited impatiently in her bedroom for Don and her mother to leave the house. As soon as she heard them leave, she walked to her mom’s room to look at herself in the long mirror she had. She frowned when she spied herself. She just didn’t like the way she looked, so rough around the edges, not feminine enough. She put the CD on next to her and tried out various new looks, using her mom’s outfits and makeup to help her out.
Over the next few weeks, her dress sense began to change. Just slowly over time, one transformation after the other. Since she was no longer going to school (and weirdly, her mother didn’t care at all), she went shopping over and over, and had the time of her life doing so.
At first she kept her look completely intact, all her clothes were the same except she stopped wearing her hoodies so her tight T-shirts were no longer covered, her chest was no longer hidden. Then, her T-shirts were only white with her bras black, so anyone could see how big her tits were underneath her T-shirts. The shirts became more and more see through, and anyone who bothered to look - all men - could see her big tits spilling out over her bra cups.
She was so proud of them, and she looked down at the other women at the store who had nothing compared to her. If they weren’t this big naturally, she would have thought seriously about having a boob job. After all, she knew that every woman should have big tits, otherwise they’re not proper women and men wouldn't want to fuck them senseless.
Her underwear went from plain satin blacks to frilly, saucy silk lingerie with bows, ribbons, and lacey gossamer. She started wearing pretty nice stockings too, which she spent a lot of money on. It was good that her mom kept putting her physician’s money in her bank account, or she would be completely broke.
When Don commented one day that he didn’t like her pants very much, she stopped wearing pants and started wearing skirts, no matter how cold it was outside. It was worth it to be admired. The skirts became shorter, tighter, and if she bent down, anyone could easily see what panties she wore underneath. Her sneakers changed into long leather boots with six inch stilettos, and she loved the clicking sounds that she made when she walked down the street. It made her feel like such a woman.
Next to go was her style of make-up. It made her face look threatening and punkish, and she never really did it quite well. She wanted something softer, more feminine, more attractive to men. She bought herself bright red lipstick and a few different wands of mascara to make her eyelashes as long as possible. She looked almost like a hooker, which was kind of what she was going for without realizing it.
Don was being super friendly as well, he bought her a Sony DiscMan so she could listen to the music whenever she wanted, and she listened to it constantly. Soon, she started going to the gym to work on an even more perfect body, which went very well with the music playing in her ears. He was very happy with the changes that were happening, and one day decided to surprise her by bringing her to the salon, which she was very excited about. She asked him what would look the best on her, and he suggested it coloured so it was completely blonde, a strawberry blonde that looked amazing against her skin. She listened, and loved how the curls bounced around her face in tune with her tits.
She had strutted home with her new hair style, clipping on her high heels, and was finally content with how she looked. Of course, she would have to work on her body some more, but that would take time, and she had all the time in the world. She loved having men stop and stare, she enjoyed the effect she had over them and smiled when they wolf-whistled at her. She was eighteen, sexy, and horny as fuck.
Her friends were beginning to talk behind her back. They agreed she wasn’t the same person they used to know. She didn’t read anymore, didn’t go to the cinema, didn’t take an interest at all to the news. All she was interested in was men and being the perfect woman for them, which encompassed the big tits and change of outfits. They stopped talking to her after trying to change her mind about not going to school. They even tried asking her about the music she kept listening to when they saw her at the mall, but she evaded all of their questions. She insisted they were being stupid and was quite rude about it, and soon all of them gave up trying. She didn’t care though, she was having the time of her life.
She was becoming hornier and hornier, and it was hard for her to really compose herself anymore in front of people. She needed to get laid, and fast. Now that she was absolutely perfect, she had to find some way to go out and just demand to be fucked. It should be easy since they wouldn’t stop staring at her body. She got home one day from the gym, her body in a matching sports bra and shorts when she saw Don sitting in front of the stereo with a remote in his hand. He said he'd taken the night off but her mom had been called out on some emergency or other. Then he started moaning about how Ellen neglected him and how she seemed to care more about saving some arsehole's life than pleasuring him.
“So it’s just you and me then is it, baby?” Sara teased in the flirtatious way that had become a habit with her now. Of course she wouldn’t actually do anything about it. Don may be the sexiest man she’d ever met, but he was married to her mother. It was so wrong.
He eyed her smugly. The strawberry blonde hair, the bright lipstick, the hair tied up in a long pony-tail begging to be pulled on. The fact that she had just been to the gym fine tuning that body of hers… she was a walking wet dream. He loved the way her bra was too small for her, making her gigantic young titties squeeze out, begging to be touched. He decided he needed to get a photo of her later to make a before and after shot, just to show his friends how well the music really worked. Maybe he would even show Sara, making her understand what a slut she’s become while she stared at it, her eyes glazed and dumb.
Sara was about to go back to her room when Don pressed the play button on the remote and the music kicked in. She found herself being pulled back into the room by unseen forces clouding her mind and tingling her cunt. The effect was magnetic. Within seconds her eyes had glassed over, the music had taken control and she was nothing more than its horny puppet. Her stepfather stared at her body with a crazed lust, and she smiled lazily at him. It was a different song, one that spurred her on to dance, dance, dance. She listened, the music now fully in control.
Her eyes were blank and glassy as she sauntered over to the centre of the room and started dancing, facing her step father and treating him to a wicked smile. She started gyrating to the music, licking her full red lips and smiling wantonly at the man. She ran her hands over her big tits, then pushed them together, making her cleavage even more dramatic. She pulled the band around her ponytail, making her blonde hair loose as she shook it, letting it fall on her body and her face. Don increased the volume of the music, and he smiled wickedly as he noticed her arousal increase with the music. She was lost in a sluttish subliminal soundscape. She wanted to do more, to push further.
She pulled her tight shorts off of her body, revealing black lace panties that hugged her cunt and barely covered her ass properly - exactly how a woman should be dressed. She couldn’t stop staring at Don, who stared back at her with sex-mad eyes. He had a clear bulge underneath his jeans now, and she desperately wanted to see what was pulsing underneath. She wouldn’t though, not with someone that should be her father figure. She was in her element, she loved the way that Don was becoming transfixed by her body and in her hypnotized mind, she believed she was the one controlling Don. Sara was convinced that she was doing this of her own free will, she had forgotten how she was like in the past, though it had only been a few weeks since her 18th birthday.
She was now in her sports bra and panties, and had almost nothing else to take off before pushing too far. She moved closer to Don, her stepfather, her man. She played with her hair, closing her eyes and swaying to the music. He stood up, and started to dance with her, his eyes staring at her with lust as he started to grind his crotch against her thin panties, making her moan out loud. She put her arms on his shoulders, still smiling at him as the music continued to play around them. He then pulled his pants down, revealing old boxers that looked like they haven’t been washed in a while.
“What are you doing?” She asked, her rhythm faltering slightly.
“What do you think I’m doing?” He cooed.
She walked back a few steps, her eyes widening. “But… but you’re my step-father, you’re married to my mom. This is wrong.”
He would’ve been a bit worried, but he knew what the music had the potential of doing, and he paused it, looking at her. He could see the thought flashing in her eyes, all of the things she had done these few weeks rushing into her mind bit by bit. “What… what happened?” She was appalled, and the music still had its grasp on her even though it was no longer playing. She shook her head dramatically, trying to get all the haziness out. “What the fuck did you do to me, Don?” She looked down at her body, and then at the mirror that was in the living room. “I look like a bimbo!” All he did was watch her as the realization came rushing into her. It was delicious to watch the guilt on her face. “Oh my god…my friends… my school. I’m going to fail the semester for sure. Everything I’ve done so far, all the things I’ve achieved.” Tears started to form in her eyes. “I fucking hate you, you bastard. Give me my life back!” She strode towards him with venom in her eyes, she was going to choke him and kill him for what he did to her.
He then… pressed play. He moved to the next song, one that he had been saving to completely break her. He put the music on the loudest volume, so loud that the neighbor could probably hear it booming out of their house. She gasped and stopped in her steps, the blankness coming back to her eyes again. “Don…” She moaned out. She felt as if she was going insane from the lust, that she needed it so bad she was going to explode. She pushed her panties aside in front of him and started to touch herself. She circled around her clit over and over, moaning as he watched her. She then started to finger herself, her index and middle finger going as fast as she possibly could as she played with her tits. There was too much fabric in the way. She took her bra off, and he whistled in appreciation as her tits finally exploded out of its cage.
“Fuck you’re gorgeous.” He said. She moaned, and realized her fingers weren’t enough. They would never be enough for her. No matter how much she fucked herself with Don watching, she couldn’t cum.
She stared at him with lust-filled eyes, begging him from deep within her. “Please, fuck me Don. I need it.” She purred.
“I thought I was your step-father. It’s wrong.” He teased.
She shook her head. “Please, I won’t tell mom. I need you. Please!” She would be willing to go to her knees and beg if he would only touch her. Don reached in and pulled his hard cock out of his boxers, and threw it across the room as he took it off. It was virtually rupturing against the fabric. She walked up to him, her tits pressing hard against his chest, her eyes begged him over and over, pleading for him to take her.
She then left him and leaned over the couch, her ass on full display to him with her panties still on. “This won’t do.” He tsked as he pulled it off of her. He pressed his finger against her cunt, admiring the untouched swollen beauty in front of him. God, it was so precious and pure, so needy… he wanted to fuck it. Now.
She squirmed under his touch, now begging with her ass and cunt. How could he say no to that? Her wetness was now dripping down her thighs, a demonstration of how much she really needed to be pounded. He eased himself into her, his head poking in. She cried out loud, and pressed her head into the cushions of the sofa to contain herself. He pushed in further, and she could feel him tearing her hymen as the pain shot through her. The music continued on, and seemed to relax her body. He pushed in more and more, and she looked back at him, tears forming in her eyes. “Is it all in?” She asked.
“No, still only halfway.” She gasped, and he pulled out and slammed deeply into her. She screamed, her voice almost louder than the music surrounding them. He didn’t care about her anymore, he started to fuck her mercilessly, pounding over and over again as he had his way with her. She had no fucking idea sex could be this good… there were no words to describe how she felt. She was in euphoria, floating on clouds, wanting more, needing more. She felt like she was going to explode. Don moved in time with the music, Sara was utterly under its spell and Don was swift up in the raw nymphomaniac lust of his eighteen-year-old stepdaughter. It was a fuck beyond his wildest dreams. He had never had a pussy this tight, this needy, this swollen.
She milked him over and over again, her cunt pulsing around his dick as she begged silently for more. All she could do was scream his name over and over again, not caring about anything else. He couldn’t take it anymore, she was so fucking tight, and with one hard thrust he came inside of her, making her cum as well as he pumped all of his seed deep into her cunt. He groaned loudly as he left her, and she laid there, her belly still against the couch rest. They had cum to the crescendo of the music, and it had ended, the room now completely silent.
Sara’s mother walked in through the door, opening it fully as she studied them. Her mom stopped dead in her stride, then smiled and said, “having fun, you two?”
Sara smiled back at her, her body still arched and fully naked. “Hi mom, how are you doing?”
Chapter 4
A week later, exactly one month since Don had first appeared in her doorway fresh from marrying her mother, Sara was sitting in the clinic with a needle pushing collagen into her lips. Don wanted her to have big, swollen, blow-job lips and she wanted what Don wanted. He had promised to make her his Number One attraction at the stripclub and she was beyond happy. She'd wanted to be a stripper all her life, or at least ever since she could remember.
They had discussed it, and Don had decided on a new name for her - Serena - it was absolutely perfect. She even dyed her cunt to match her hair colour and wore blue contacts to complete the transformation to the perfect blonde beauty. Don was her manager, her mentor, and her lover. He was the sexiest and most perfect guy in the world, and she was kind of jealous of her own mother for snatching him up first. It was okay though, her mother was completely fine with them fucking, and even joined them as the three of them had the time of their lives. The two girls loved to worship Don’s cock together, and it was something they did repeatedly through the day.
Later that night with her lips still comically large and bloated Serena finished her dance by wrapping her big tits around the silver pole then leaning back and sliding her cunt against it. She wasn’t that great at the strip club at first, Don had to keep telling her everything she was doing wrong. She was good at dancing at home, but she needed to work on her muscles to hold herself up on the pole for a long time. She spent many evenings practicing over and over, and loved every second of it. It was important that she made not just her body but her movements as hot as possible for men around her. Women were in the world to serve men and make them happy, after all. And she was just so good at it. After all the practice, she knew she would be able to make her debut. Don had teased it to his men for weeks, creating ads that showed off her face, and how beautiful she was. She had gotten some texts from friends asking her what the hell was going on, but she blocked them, tired of their stupid words. When she finally walked up to the stage the first time… she knew this was what she was born to do. She was now dancing every single night, and having so much fun doing it.
After her dance she stepped down from the stage, carefully in her heels and walked among the audience, collecting notes in her garter belt and flirting outrageously with anyone and everyone. She was truly the star of the show now, and people couldn’t get enough of her. Don was getting a huge cut out of it, and she loved to make him happy.
Tonight, across the room, her old boyfriend Rob sat, attending the bachelor’s night for one of his older brothers. He was staring at her, unable to take his eyes off of her beautiful form. She looked familiar to him… and though he knew she looked like Sara, he knew it wouldn’t be possible. Rob tugged on his brother’s shirt and said, “Bill, you remember Sara, don’t you? That really smart girl I used to date?”
“Yeah. She had huge tits.” He replied.
Rob rolled his eyes, his brother was getting married soon and still couldn’t stop checking out girls’ tits. “I think that’s her up on that stage.”
Bill narrowed his eyes. “There’s no way. She doesn’t even look like her. Okay, except for the tits.” Noticing their attention, Serena came over and sat in Rob's lab, completely oblivious to who he was and the past they’d had together.
“Sara? Sara, is that you?” He asked, sobered up by this strange sight and the terrifying transformation from a young woman with attitude to… this.
“What’s that honey?” She asked, smiling sweetly at him as she leaned in to that her breasts nuzzled against his face. She loved it when men ran their sweaty hands all over her oiled body.
“Sara… it’s Rob. Rob Thorton?” He said inquisitively. It must be her, he just knew it.
She shook her head. “My name is Serena…” She looked at him, trying to snap herself out of the walking coma she’s been consigned to for the last month. She blinked hard. Something at the back of her mind, some residue of her old self was clicking and whirring and trying to kick start itself.
She mouthed his name, tasting it on her lips, “Rob Thorton…” She blinked a few times, her body completely still, trying to make sense of these three familiar syllables. For a few seconds, the fear and shame came rushing into her, all of the memories from before, all that she’d done. It was terrifying… and she gasped out loud, the fear apparent in her eyes.
And then… Don called out, telling the DJ to turn the sound on and put on Serena’s favourite song. Serena looked at the face again and heard the words, remembering her first love and all that they had been through. Suddenly… the music came crashing in, and she laughed and rubbed his face between her big tits, then stood up and continued her tour around the club.
Dove grinned widely at the DJ, nodding at him as he sat back down, enjoying the view of his girls parading around the club, knowing he owned each and every one of them.
Months later Don and his buddy Harvey sat and watched Don’s wife and daughter glide across the living room. He had them 100% under his spell now, and he knew it would be difficult for them to get out of this trance no matter how hard they tried. Harvey had done a fantastic job in curating a bunch of songs for him, setting the girls in whatever mood he fancied at the time. It was a dream come true, and he had his friend to thank for everything. It was his idea in the first place, to come up with subliminal messaging in music, but both of the men had no idea it would work so well. It was Don’s money that helped pay for the time at the studio, and his investment paid off tremendously. All of that money was worth just getting one blow job from that kinky 18-year-old, let alone one almost every single day. He had considered sharing the music with other men, but he didn’t want to share… not when he was sitting on pure gold.
He was glad he tried the music out on Ellen, who was a tough woman to start off with. It took longer than it did with Serena, but it had all paid off. He also had no idea she had such a hot daughter, and he knew it was the universe rewarding him for being such a genius.
He winked at Harvey as he pressed play. Within seconds of the music coming on Ellen was reaching for the deep red lipstick and reapplying more on her lips although she already had some on her. She giggled and said, "I've been a very naughty girl. Here I am the hostess and I haven't even offered our guest a blow-job." She smiled at Harvey, got down on her knees and unzipped his fly, reaching in to release his hard cock which sprang out to attention. It was already very hard watching the girls walk around the house, almost completely naked. Serena watched blankly as her mother serviced her stepfather's friend, gobbling hungrily and drinking him down as he grimaced and gripped her head. Don nodded in appreciation. After all that Harvey had done for him, of course he had to repay him back with his two girls. No matter what the guy wanted, he would provide for him. The two men had even talked about future endeavours, expanding their women into a whore-house, renting them out to men for quite a profit. He couldn’t wait to see how much Serena would get… she was already making the most at the strip club, the men couldn’t take their eyes off of her.
Don was having a fun time watching his friend, and felt no jealousy when his wife bobbed up and down his dick. Harvey dug his finger into her head, pushing her into his dick as she struggled to breathe. She didn’t even try to, in her mind, all that mattered was the man she was satisfying, and she would be willing to die to make him cum. He thrusted his dick into her in rhythm to the music, and tears flowed down her face as she choked on it. “Good girl…” He crooned. Harvey had women of his own under his command, and also shared them with Don. They were equally as stunning, and Don wondered when they would be planning an orgy and fucking all of them in turns. He was getting even harder thinking about it. Soon, it was too much for Harvey to handle. Ellen was very good at giving blow jobs after practicing for months to make herself as perfect as possible for Don, and could make a guy cum instantly if she wanted to. She licked and sucked his pole, and her mascara smeared across her face as she looked more and more like a whore. Don couldn’t take watching anymore, he had to join in on this session.
He turned the music on louder, raising his eyebrows at Serena in a silent command. Serena's face changed to a picture of mock innocence. She looked in the mirror and fiddled with her hair until it was in two pigtails. Then she walked over to Don, knelt down and said, "Do you have a lollipop for me, Daddy?"
Don laughed and said, "You know where to find it, cupcakes."
She smiled, she loved it when he called her cupcakes.
THE END