Blackmail! My Boyfriend’s Hunky Father

Leah's boyfriend is such a bore. He's not a bad guy, he'd just rather play video games than take her to bed. So what's a horny girl to do? Seduce her boyfriend's hunky father, of course! Tim is a grouch, but he's so handsome and strong. Just the thought of his biceps makes her tingle. Leah knows it's wrong to want this hot older man, but she just can't help herself! Maybe he'll notice her if she sends some naughty selfies to his phone…

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Tim definitely liked the lace cutaway teddy that opened over my belly and came together just between my thighs. His eyes were dinner plates when I bumped the door open with a playful twist of my butt. “Tada!” I sang.

It was a shiny red number that gave me more cleavage than Tim had probably ever seen (at least on a buxom 19-year-old like me). The panties matched and were soft as silk, shiny.

“I-" he stammered.

“Mmhmm,” I agreed. I felt wicked. I struck another pose in the open doorway. I stuck my knee out and balanced my foot on the doorjamb and ran my hands back through my hair. “What do you think, Mr. Davies? Don't I look famous or something?”

“It's. Leah, I think I should g-"

«Oh, but…!» I skipped forward and took his hands. My breasts bobbed like jellyrolls (and probably looked just as sweet, all in red). I backed up with him into the dressing room. “How can you pay for it if you don't even know what it looks like?”

“Leah, I'm— Oh.” He suddenly realized we were going into the dressing room together. “We're not supposed to-"

“Andrea doesn't mind.” I pulled him inside and shut the door. We were standing together in the cramped little closet with just the full length mirror in front of us and my clothes on the floor. I posed in front of the mirror and stuck my butt out.

I leaned forward so that my chest hung down and touched the mirror with my hands, and wiggled happily. “Now, the only problem is, I think maybe it's a little too tight. What do you think?”

His eyebrows came together. “I should go.”

“No, you need to help me. I definitely think you should help me.” I played with the cups and cinched them up higher, pretending to study myself in the mirror. I made the prancing seem completely natural. I'm a pro at it. I made it really cute. “What do you think of that?” I said.

“It's good, Leah. It's-"

“Hm, good might not be good enough, though. I should look REALLY good in this. You don't think I look REALLY good?” I twirled in place like a dancer and turned my foot up behind me. I bounced up and placed an affectionate little kiss on his chin. “Do you think I look REALLY good?”

Maybe I was being unfair. The pain in his eyes was so palpable. I could see every little thing he wanted to do to me, and every little thing that was holding him back. “Yes,” he breathed.

“I think I have something even cuter. Do you want to see it?”

His forehead was wet. He was actually sweating.

“Oh…” I said softly. My hand slid down his chest, down his belt. I gave him a slow, gentle squeeze. “Oh, I'm not trying to tease you…I just want to know what you really think.”

Tim. Big strong Tim. Big mean Tim. Big grumpy Tim. He shuddered so hard he nearly collapsed on top of me. “Leah,” he gasped. “You don't understand. It's been so long. I want to tear you apart.”

“Sure you do,” I whispered. I went up on my toes again and kissed his firm lips. “Now turn around, and don't peek while I change into my skirt.”