***Just a little warning before reading that this short has some triggering items in it involving non-consent, blackmail and older man/younger girl sexual interactions. If this is something that you may feel uncomfortable reading then please do not read on. This is strictly a work of fantasy and please consider that when forming opinions about it. Although I do understand that it may be found in poor taste or reprehensible to write out such a fantasy, it is nothing more than fantasy. Please feel free to leave any comments and thoughts about it that you may have, positive or negative. Thank you for reading***

I scolded my daughter and sent her to her room, but the friend she was getting drunk with had to be driven home and I had to tell her parents what she was doing.  I told her to sit on the bed while I was going to get dressed, it was the middle of the night and I still had on my pajamas.  She leaned lazily on the bed.

“You know how much trouble you’re going to be in?”  I said.

She just hung her head.

“You two probably won’t be able to hang out anymore either.”

She groaned slightly.  They were best friends.  They spent everyday together after school.

 I looked at her.  I stared for a minute.  
“You know, I don’t have to tell them.”

She perked up, a hopeful look in her eyes.

“But I’ll need you to do something for me.”

“W-what?”  She mumbled softly.

“Well, let’s start with you pulling down your shirt.”

She stared at me, confused.

“Go on.  Pull it down for me.”

“But, Mr Ealters, I…”

“Okay,” I said, “that’s alright.  You don’t have to.  Never mind.”

She looked relieved.

“But, I’ll have to tell your parents then.  And maybe I’ll make up some stuff too.  That you were smoking weed and inviting some boys over to fool around. Do you think that would be serious enough?”

“But!”  She cried softly.

“Or, you can do what I say, starting with pulling down your shirt.”

I grabbed my crotch and gave it a squeeze.  I’ve wanted to see her teenage tits ever since she started coming over to use our pool and wore a two piece bathing suit for the first time.

“Come on now Denise, show me those cute little teenage tits of yours.  Don’t worry, I’m not gonna fuck you.  You’re still a virgin.  But I do want to cum on those pretty little titties.”

I pulled out my cock and started stroking it.

“Or do you think they'll believe that I did all this with all of the other trouble you’ve been getting in lately?  You can always try your luck.  Or you can be a good little toy and take a hefty cum shot all over your budding little tits and make me happy, satiated and most importantly quiet.”

She knew she didn’t have a choice, that she was trapped.  She hooked her thumb in the top of her shirt and dragged the left side down below her breast, exposing her sweet nipple to me.  I didn't even need to see both of them, just the one was enough to get me engorged and right to the edge of release.

The glare on her face burned through me, but I didn’t care.  It actually got me harder quicker.  I stood over her and stroked my hard cock swiftly until I spilled a powerful load of cum all over her breast and top.  She cringed and it made me quiver.

“Good girl.  Fuck, you’re such a good girl Denise.”

She reached for a blanket to wipe it off of her and I Told her to stop.

"No, leave it. Let it soak in. You're going to wear it all the way home. I'm not stupid enough to think you'll listen to me if I tell you to not clean it at all tonight and to go to bed with my cum on you and your shirt, but I can make sure you don't clean it off for the drive home. The drive home the long way."

The cum would drip down her chest and settle. It would dry into her skin and become sticky and she would have to scrub it off. It would dry into her top and she would also have to scrub it to make sure it didn't stain. It made me want to fuck her and cum inside of her, she wouldn't be able to get rid of that so easily but I didn't want to take her virginity. Well, I did but it would be a lot harder to convince her to let me do that then to just treat her like a cum rag.

"Let's go Denise, I'll take you home now."

She got up in a huff and stormed out of the room and out of the house. The entire drive she was silent and looked out the passenger window. She would have sat in the back but I made her sit in the front and when I reached over to run my hand up her thigh she scooted as far over as she could. I just reached further and ran my hand far up her skirt and played with the edges of her panties.

We were close to her street so I warned her, "now make sure this stays between us, okay? You don't have the kind of clout to make anyone believe you're nothing more than a bad apple. I'm the nice parent that lets you hang out with his daughter in hopes she'll be a good influence. How terrible of you to get my straight A daughter into such trouble. Drinking. Really, Denise. That's awful."

I could tell she was tensing up, getting angry.

"And don't you think about telling Charlotte either. You two are close but I don't know if she would believe you and are you willing to take that chance? Do you want to burn your last bridge?"

"Can I go?" She still wouldn't turn to look at me. I reached over and tugged down her top again to see her breast.

"Fuck, those are some nice tits. I want to see them again sometime, okay? I'll keep your secret and I won't be difficult about it, don't worry. I won't make you fuck me. But you are a hot little piece of ass and I have to see more of you. All of you. Okay?"

I didn't wait for her to respond. It wasn't really a question, it was a statement. It was me telling her the future.

"So, you come over whenever you want. I won't bother you two. Fuck, drink some more I don't care. Just don't be stupid about it. As long as you keep your mouth shut about what you and I do then I think you'll have a lot of fun over at my place. But, at some point, maybe when you've gotten Charlotte drunk and passed out, you can come down to my room and let me see some more of you. What do you say?"

She opened the door and got out, slamming it behind her and storming up to her door. I wasn't worried she would say anything because I knew her parents. They were strict and have had plenty of conversations with me about how they can make her be more like Charlotte. If Denise had tried to tell them what I did, what I was telling her I wanted to do with her, they would dismiss it and call her a liar. And even if that had a suspicion sneak into their head and make them wonder I would go out of my way to tell them Denise shouldn't come over anymore and her and Charlotte should stop hanging out. Someone who wanted to fuck their teenage daughter wouldn't want to cut off his supply.

Yeah, she wouldn't say anything. And she may even come over willingly with her strict parents keeping her under supervision. Maybe I'll tell them she's been seeming sneaky at my house and to keep an eye on her, but don't tell her I said anything. They would smother her and she would go to the only place she felt free. I'd be nice to her but keep my distance. Who knows, she may even end up liking it. Liking me.

I'm delusional, yes, but those are some magnificent tits and I'm willing to talk myself into any delusion to be able to see them again.