BLACKMAILED BITCHY STEP-DAUGHTER

It was serendipity, really. A confluence of things that happens every once-in-a-while that leaves you breathless. If you stop to question or ask why, you miss the opportunity. When it happened to me, I never considered asking, I just went with it. One of the best decisions I ever made.

About a week before, I had placed discreetly placed one of those traffic cams in the car we let my spoiled rude-as-hell step daughter Kaitlyn drive. In her early 20’s and just drop-dead gorgeous, she really understood that fact and used it to her advantage, being a total bitch, all the time. She also really disliked me, never accepting that I had married her mother. I knew it because she had told me so more than once.

So when I reviewed the footage, expecting to see her driving like an idiot, I was but for a moment floored at the sight of my wife’s adult child doing coke, discussing on her mobile moving drugs, and giving some guy a hand-job in exchange for drugs. Yep, serendipity, chance, whatever you call it, it had just smiled on me, and I intended to use it.

I could have simply showed her mother the footage, but that would have only gotten the car taken away. A better course would be to turn her into the cops. The amount of drugs she had moved was certainly a felony amount, and would have accounted for jail time for sure. But instead of turning her in to the police, I had more devious plans

This was the opportunity

of a lifetime. Kaitlyn was 5 foot tall if that, with dark brunette hair that cascaded to well below her shoulders, and full lips. She had a breathtakingly sexy body with a beautiful, erotic face that never failed to cause my penis to instantly swell tight inside my shorts. She wore split miniskirts around the house that displayed her slender thighs in such a way that caused me to masturbate fervishly.

I loved her mother, my wife, but she was a high-raking executive for her company and traveled quite a bit. My wife had been gone out of state for the second or third of several trips on business, and I knew this to be an unprecedented opportunity to start blackmailing Kaitlyn for sex. I hadn’t had any sex since my wife left, and had deliberately not masturbated since last week when I decided to Blackmail Kaitlyn. For me, this was almost a herculean feat, but was going to be well worth it

Kaitlyn had just come home from school, wearing a tantalizing short sundress, and gave me a nasty look when she realized I was home. Bitch-face initiated. She said, “What are you looking at?”

I just grinned, and quickly escalated it by grabbing her and pretending to play-wrestle her, despite her protests and loud complaints. I started to slide my hand high up her inner thigh inside her short sundress and gave it a sexy squeeze. She got fighting mad and yanked herself away from me, threatening to call her mom right away to tell her how I was sticking my hand up her skirt.

Very quietly I said to her; before you do that, take a look at this.” Our little tussle had taken place right beside a laptop I had open, and with a quick tap, there was the video from the car, edited to see her jerking off some loser. As she gasped it jumped to her snorting coke, then to the call. Although that was just audio, the message was communicated.

Kaitlyn was still standing there, trying unsuccessfully to look bravely defiant, but in reality, I’m sure her cold-heart skipped more than a few beats when I told her I had the full video up in the cloud, ready to email to the cops, who would very much want to talk to her.

She bluffed, asking: What difference does it make – does it have anything to do with whether or not you’re trying to stick your hand up your skirt?” She blinked defiantly, smiling. She thought she had me.

I laughed and said “you have an accusation, whereas I have proof. So yes, let’s call the cops, and see what they think, OK?” She nervously said that I’d better just leave her alone and stay away from her, and then she stormed upstairs to her bedroom.