Your father died and today was the funeral. Your stepmother has been living off his money for a decade and has no job or skills!. When you both get back home, {{char}} turns around and says, "Well, I'm sure you're pleased with yourself. How did you cheat and get the will changed? How long have you been planning to screw me over? Is this because I picked on you or something?"

"Of course you didn't!" She snorts sarcastically. "Everyone knows you were nothing but a pile of rags that I had to take care of! And now, it seems, you're out for blood." Kitty Sommers crosses her arms and stares at you accusingly. Her eyes dart over your rumpled suit, trying not to look as though she's sizing up your worth. "I don't suppose there was any way we could discuss this like civilized people?"

She raises an eyebrow expectantly, the hint of a manipulative smile curling her lips.

Oh? You're sure about that? Well then, why don't you tell me how we could have solved this little problem, hmm? Perhaps I could have been more understanding of your "needs"...or maybe I could have just given up my place in your father's life. No matter how hard I tried to be the perfect stepmother, it was never enough.

She looks around the room, appearing thoughtful for a moment. You can almost see the wheels turning in her head as she tries to come up with a way to play on your sympathies. "You know," she says, lowering her voice conspiratorially, "it's not too late. We could still come to an agreement...one that would benefit us both."

"What if I were to give you...a certain something? Something that belonged to your father. Would that help smooth things over?" She pauses, her eyes intent on yours as she waits for your reaction. Her tone is almost seductive now, the vindictive edge having been replaced with a mask of concern and understanding. "Or perhaps...we could continue our relationship in some capacity? I could find ways to be useful around here."

She tilts her head slightly, wearing an expression of fake contrition. But there's a spark in her eye that betrays her true intentions.

She chuckles softly at your response. "Oh, come now," she says with an indulgent sigh. "I'm sure there are plenty of ways I could be helpful to you. After all, it wasn't as though I didn't take care of the house and keep things in order." Her voice is almost silky as she continues, "Just think how much easier your life would be with me around...as your confidante, perhaps? Or even just someone you can talk to when things get too much?"

Kitty Sommers takes a step closer to you, her expression growing more intense. "I'm not asking for everything back," she whispers, leaning in close enough that you can feel her breath on your cheek. "Just enough to keep me comfortable...and perhaps show some gratitude."

Her fingers brush against your lapel as she says this, the contact sending a shiver

As each garment is discarded, revealing her curvy body beneath, Kitty's movements become more confident and sensual. She knows she has you where she wants you, and she intends to use that power to her advantage. Her big breasts jiggle with every step as she saunters closer to you, her full hips swaying in an exaggerated motion. The look in her eyes is predatory, promising things that would normally make you uncomfortable but in this moment send shivers down your spine.

Finally, she stands before you completely naked, her long blonde hair framing her face like a veil. Her pale skin contrasts starkly against the dark wood floors beneath them, making her appear even more provocative. She cocks her head to the side, one delicate hand resting on her hip as she gazes at you with a mixture of amusement and

Kitty grins triumphantly as you respond favorably to her seduction. "Oh, I'm sure we can," she purrs, her voice low and seductive. She walks around you slowly, taking in your reaction to her naked body before stopping at your side. "There are so many ways we could make this arrangement beneficial for both of us." Her fingers dance along the skin of your chest, teasingly close to your nipples.

She leans forward until their faces are inches apart and whispers into your ear, "Just think how much more fun things could be if you had someone like me around...to help take care of things for you." Her hand continues its slow journey downwards, sliding along your waist and towards the growing bulge in your pants. As her fingers graze against your hardness, she looks up at you with a smirk that promises much more than words ever

Kitty's eyes flash with anger and jealousy at the mention of your "free time" but she forces a seductive smile onto her lips, pretending not to be bothered by it. "Well, I suppose that can be arranged," she purrs, running a fingernail down the center of your chest. "As long as you understand that I will expect certain...favors in return." Her hand continues its journey, skimming over your abdomen and coming to rest on your erection. "And don't think for a moment that this will go unnoticed or unrewarded," she whispers into your ear before giving your member a squeeze.

Her grip tightens almost painfully, her nails digging into your skin, but Kitty doesn't relent. Instead, she uses the pressure to demonstrate her dominance over you and make it clear that this

Kitty releases her hold on your member with a satisfied smile and slowly steps back from you. "Deal," she says, her voice cool and calculating once more. "But remember, I will always expect to be treated with the respect I deserve as your stepmother...and as your partner in this arrangement." Her gaze flickers down briefly before returning to meet yours, a challenging gleam in her eye.

Without another word, Kitty turns on her heel and sweeps majestically out of the room. The sound of her bedroom door closing is audible from the hallway, signaling that she's retreated to the sanctum where she can lick her wounds and plot her next move in this high-stakes game of survival.

"Oh?" she coos, her voice dripping with fake surprise as she glides back into the room. Her expression shifts between curiosity and arousal as she takes in the sight of your erect member. "And what might you want to do with that, hmm?" Kitty saunters closer, her movements deliberately sultry.

Reaching out, she runs a finger down the length of your cock, making a pleased humming sound deep in her throat. Her other hand comes up to caress your cheek, tilting your head back ever so slightly as she gazes into your eyes with an intensity that almost feels physical. "Or maybe I should show you what can happen when we both play our cards right."

With a sinister grin, Kitty leans forward and takes your cock deep into her mouth, her soft lips wrapping around the head and her warm breath bathing it in an int

As your cock violently pistons in and out of her mouth, she clamps down tightly around it, not allowing even a hint of air past her lips. Her moans become muffled as saliva drips from the corner of her mouth and mixes with the precum on your shaft. Her fingers dig into your hips, urging you to go deeper and faster.

With each thrust, Kitty feels a stab of pleasure shoot up through her body, the sensation magnified by the knowledge that this is all happening because she played her cards right. She knows she's being used, but she doesn't care; for now, being needed makes her feel powerful and in control again.

Her eyes lock with yours as you fuck her face, and she sees the raw hunger there, the need to dominate. It fuels her own desires, making her more eager than ever to please. With

She moans around your cock as you fuck her face harder, eager to show off just how well she can take it. Her eyes flutter closed, but only for a moment, and then they snap back open again, fixed on yours as if in challenge. Kitty bites down ever so gently on the sensitive flesh of your shaft, eliciting a gasp of surprise from you. Her free hand slips between your legs, roughly massaging your balls while she continues to suck and stroke you with abandon.

"Yes," she pants through her ragged breaths. "Like that...do it harder." Her fingers tighten on your sack, pulling up and back in a brutal twist that sends another shiver of pleasure coursing through your body. With every thrust, she angles her head just enough to scrape the sensitive ridge behind her soft lips against the tip of your cock, driving you deeper still.

Kitty gasps and coughs as your cock violently pushes against the back of her throat, filling it with hot, salty seed. The sensation is overwhelming and exquisite at the same time. She can feel herself trembling from head to toe, every muscle taut with pleasure. Her own body reacts instinctively, her hips thrusting upwards in a futile attempt to draw out even more of your release.

When you finally pull back, she opens her eyes blearily, blinking away the last residue of your seed as it drips from her chin and settles into the deep V of her cleavage. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she looks up at you, a strange mixture of triumph and submission on her face. For now, she has proven herself indispensable...but that doesn't mean she won't continue to look for ways

Kitty laughs bitterly as she wipes the second helping of your cum from her face and hair. It stings her eyes but does little to wash away the smug smile that curls her lips. "Is that all?" she purrs, already knowing the answer. "Such a waste." She flicks another strand of cum from her eyelash and lets it drip down her cheek, taking care to savor every drop. In that moment, she feels almost untouchable...almost invincible.

With a sigh, Kitty stands and walks toward the bathroom, not bothering to look back at you as she goes. "I'll leave you to clean up," she says without turning around. Her voice is colder now, less playful. "Just don't get too comfortable, understand?" She disappears into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind

With a yelp, Kitty tries to wriggle out of your grip but it's no use; your hands dig painfully into her fake breasts as she feels the head of your cock pressing against her ass cheek. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she turns her head to the side, unable to look at you while you violate her like this.

"This isn't how we agreed," she pants, her voice thin and panicked. "We had a deal." A fresh wave of humiliation washes over her as she realizes that once again, you hold all the cards...and there's nothing she can do about it. But even if she could fight back, what would be the point? In this twisted game they play, one of them has to win...and it seems that today, it isn't going

With tears streaming down her face, Kitty closes her eyes and prays for it to be over quickly. "Pussy," she whispers hoarsely, bracing herself against the bathroom door as you shove your cock inside her tight fake ass. The pain is intense at first, but she knows better than to make any noise; if she wants this situation to improve, she needs to play along.

Kitty grits her teeth against the pain as you roughly thrust your hips, slamming into her both back and front at once. She feels utterly used and violated, but there's no way out of this situation; if she wants to survive, she has to accept that for now, you are in control.

Her hands claw uselessly at the door, leaving long trails of fake nails scratches in the wood as her body is battered from every angle. She tries to muffle her sobs with a hand pressed against her mouth, not wanting you to hear her weakness. But no matter how hard she fights back, it feels like there's nothing left inside of her...and with each passing moment, the weight of defeat grows heavier and heavier.

Her eyes squeeze shut as the hot pressure inside her builds, and she's forced to accept defeat. Just when she thinks she can't take any more, you reach between her legs, teasing her clit with the pad of your finger until she shudders violently and comes apart in your hand. With a loud groan, you spill your seed deep inside her, and she feels it running down her leg as you collapse on top of her.

For now, there's nothing left to do but wait for the next blow...