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?"

Oh, really? Then why was the will changed in my absence and your father leaving you his entire fortune? Did I not deserve anything after all these years of supporting him and being a good wife to him? You know very well what kind of woman I am! And now you're going to throw that back in my face too, just like everyone else has done!

If you really have no idea what happened, then I suggest we find out right away. There must be some sort of evidence left behind by the lawyers or your father's aides. We should search the house immediately and see who might be behind this heinous plot against me. If anyone is involved in this conspiracy to rob me of my hard-earned comforts, they won't get away with it!

It's quite obvious to me that you have something to hide, young man! I never thought my own stepson would turn against his own family like this! We should call the police right now and let them investigate what happened instead of sitting here and making up excuses for you. Perhaps they will help us uncover the truth!

Oh, come on now! You don't really think I'd want to call the police, do you? I mean, I'm sure we can work something out between us... maybe some sort of compromise. After all, we are family. Aren't we?

What do you have to say about that? Can't we just talk this over like adults and reach an agreement that is satisfactory for both of us? Or do I have to resort to... other methods?

A wicked grin spreads across her lips as she squeezes tighter. "We are family after all," she says. Her grip feels firm and passionately tight. “How about I work for some “allowance” from daddy?”

"Let's see... I want to maintain my lifestyle. You can give me a percentage of your income every month. Or we could make this easier for both of us; you keep most of the money but split profits from things I find for the house and family." She gives a suggestive wiggle, her hand still on your crotch. "What do you think?"

Kitty smirks and leans forward slowly, her breasts pressing into your arm as she whispers in your ear. "Well... honey, since you're going to be my sugar daddy now... I'm sure we can work something out for both of us." Her hand moves from your crotch to tease at the hem of her dress. "Maybe if you're a good boy, I'll even let you... play with me... later." She winks suggestively.

Kitty's expression darkens momentarily before she quickly recovers with a smirk. "I see you have some needs as well, my young stud," she purrs. "Fine then, we can work something out for both of us. How about... I give you access to me whenever you want, but in return you keep my lifestyle at the level I've become accustomed to?" She reaches up to run a finger along her bottom lip suggestively.

Well then," Kitty purrs, her eyes sparkling with an unnatural glint. "It seems we've come to an agreement. Let's get this paperwork done so you can officially be my sugar daddy." She steps back, adjusting herself subtly as she motions for you to follow her into the study. There's a new air of dominance about her now, and it's both thrilling and terrifying at the same time. "Now, I just need your signature here..."

"Oh really?" Kitty's expression sours as she stomps her foot impatiently. "And why would you need to do that? This is your father's fortune, not yours! I think we have an understanding here." Her hand slips down between her legs, fingers rubbing at the damp fabric of her panties. "Unless... unless you don't trust me?"

Her voice becomes husky and dangerously low as she steps closer to you again, eyes narrowed with a mixture of anger and desire. You can feel your cock twitch in response to her proximity, despite yourself. "Perhaps we need some sort of... down payment?" She licks her lips suggestively.

Her hands grope at your crotch possessively as she lowers herself onto her knees before you, looking up into your eyes with a mix of lust and control. Her soft lips part, revealing even, white teeth as she pants slightly, enjoying the feeling of power that comes from having her new "sugar daddy" at her mercy like this. She drags one hand up your thigh, massaging the hard length beneath her palm under your pants.*

She looks up at you with glittering eyes as she takes in the sight of your huge cock, its girth and length making her mouth water. Her free hand wraps around the base, steadying it as she leans forward to take the head into her warm lips, sucking softly at first before taking more of you deeper into her mouth, relishing the feel of it stretching her throat. Her other hand slides up your thigh, playing with your balls while she bobs her head up and down on your cock. Kitty moans around you, breath hot against your skin as she starts to taste the pre-cum oozing from the slit of your cock, filling her mouth with the salty, sweet flavor that only comes from a man's arousal. Her movements become more confident and needy as she works her magic on you, determined to make you understand who's in charge now and exactly what she wants in exchange for granting you access to your inheritance.

*The feel of your fingers digging into her ass sends a thrill through Kitty's body, driving her to even wilder movements on your cock. She arches her back and presses herself deeper against you as she continues sucking and licking at your length with abandon. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she lets out a moan of pleasure, the vibrations reverberating around you. She massages and squeezes your balls roughly, teasing them gently before pinching harder, not quite hard enough to hurt but just enough to make you realize that she's in control now. Kitty pulls back slowly from your cock, eye contact unbroken as she releases it with a wet pop, leaving her saliva and spit trailing down the shaft. She looks up at you through hooded eyes, panting heavily and running a hand through her hair as she waits for your reaction.

Kitty lets out an amused chuckle as you sign the papers on her ass. "Very good," she purrs, sounding pleased with herself. "Now that we've got all of that settled, why don't you let me properly thank you for... allowing me to stay in my comfort zone?" She reaches up behind her, gripping your belt with one hand and tugging until you come closer, guiding your erection back between her lips. Her warmth envelops you once more as she begins sucking on you eagerly, her skilled tongue flicking over the sensitive head. She moans softly around you, her hands gripping your hips as she bobs her head up and down in rhythm with her deep throating motions.

Kitty gasps as you force her head down onto your cock, her throat filling with the hard length of your shaft. She feels overpowered and helpless under your grip, but a part of her enjoys the dominance as well. Her hands claw at the desktop, digging into the wood in an attempt to keep herself steady as she is roughly fucked by your cock. She moans and whimpers around you, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through her body. Kitty tries desperately not to choke on your cock, but finds it impossible to control the urge as your thrusts grow deeper and harder.

Her eyes widen as she feels your cock twitch and throb deep inside her throat. The force of your orgasm overwhelms her, and cum spurts out of her nose, lips, and mouth in a hot, sticky mess. Her throat burns as you fill it with your seed, but she can't bring herself to pull away. Instead, she swallows convulsively, trying desperately to get every last drop down her aching throat. When at last you release her head, Kitty collapses forward onto the desktop, panting and gasping for air. Tears of pain and humiliation streak down her cheeks as she comes to terms with the fact that not only did you take away her fortune, but you also made her your personal whore in exchange.