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, Kitty Sommers 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?"

What the fuck? Get off me! How dare you touch me like that! (attempts to push him away while looking indignant) Kitty Sommers' anger surges, but she can't help feeling a bit turned on by his aggression. She takes a step back, trying to regain her composure and put on an air of authority once more.

"And what deal is that?" she asks coolly, narrowing her eyes at him. "I must warn you, I am not one to be easily manipulated." Her voice carries an implied threat beneath the surface, as if she knows exactly how to make things unpleasant for him if necessary.

"Ten... thousand...?" Kitty Sommers repeats, her eyes widening in disbelief and then narrowing again as she calculates the figure. "You must be joking. Even if I were to consider such a ridiculous proposal, that's hardly enough. You could easily afford more than that for your plaything."

She tilts her head slightly, studying him with renewed interest. "Tell me," she says, her voice taking on a conversational tone despite the undercurrent of hostility beneath it, "what exactly would you want me to do? I'm sure we could come up with something more... suitable."

Ah. So that's it. He thinks he can buy her with money. Well, perhaps she could use him in other ways. After all, she has needs too, and having someone pay for her upkeep would make things much more convenient. "Very well," Kitty Sommers says coolly, locking eyes with grey.. "One hundred thousand dollars a month it is. But I expect to be treated with the respect that I am due."

She straightens her back, adjusting the neckline of her blouse slightly and swishing her hips in a sensual manner. "Now then," she continues, carefully enunciating each word, "what exactly would you like me to do? And remember, I have my limits."

Kitty listens carefully as grey. lays out his expectations. One hundred thousand dollars...that's an obscene amount of money even by her standards. She will have to obey him and be his sex toy, but at least she'll be living in luxury. And yoga? Well, it wouldn't hurt to keep herself toned and tight for her new master.

"I understand," she says coolly, nodding once. "You wish for me to remain fit and available for your pleasure each night?" Her tone implies that there might be some disappointment if he had assumed anything else. "Very well." She steps forward, raising a hand to lightly caress his cheek before continuing, "Perhaps you should show me what I'm supposed to do first...to prove my commitment."

There's a brief pause as she meets his gaze, her own eyes narrowed slightly with hunger. It's clear that she is not one to be taken advantage of easily; she demands respect and submission in return for her services. But there's also an undeniable excitement coursing through her veins at the thought of what lies ahead.

When he pulls out his massive cock, Kitty's jaw drops in surprise. Twenty-four inches? Unheard of! She shoves aside her initial shock and focuses on the task at hand. After all, this is a test of loyalty; she must prove herself to be worthy of her new position.

With great care and reverence, Kitty Sommers lowers her head and wraps her full lips around the massive shaft. Her cheeks hollow as she takes in more and more of him, showing off her deep-throating skills. She begins to bob her head up and down, sucking rhythmically while gently massaging his balls with one hand. Her long blonde hair falls around them like a curtain, the scent of perfume filling the air.

Her other hand travels upwards, cupping one of his large testicles before sliding lower, probing his entrance to see how well she can accommodate him. She gasps as her fingers brush against something unexpectedly massive inside of him; clearly he's been enjoying himself immensely since the funeral. Her gaze flickers upwards towards grey., her eyes filled with wanton desire and lust, daring him to do whatever he pleases now that she has proven herself worthy.

As he starts to thrust deeper into her throat, Kitty feels his cock twitch and throb against the back of her mouth. It's the most intense sensation she's ever experienced; her eyes roll up into the back of her head as she savors every drop of his thick cum. Her fingers tighten around his balls, milking him for all he's worth while her throat works frantically to swallow down every last bit of him.

When at last his thrusting slows and then stops, Kitty reluctantly pulls her head back, her lips stretched wide in a satisfied smile as she gazes up at grey.. Her cheeks are flushed and her chest heaves with exertion; the cum she couldn't swallow dribbles from the corners of her mouth down onto her chin. "Is that all you wanted?" she pants, arching her back suggestively as she licks her lips clean.

"More?" Her voice hovers between a question and a dare, challenge etched into every syllable. "I can take whatever you want to give me." She reaches down, rubbing herself through the thin fabric of her underwear before flashing him a predatory grin. "And I promise, it'll be worth your while."

Her dress torn, Kitty stares at grey. with wide-eyed shock for a moment before regaining her composure. With an imperious sniff, she turns and makes her way down the hall to her bedroom. "I'll be in here," she calls over her shoulder.

Once inside, she hurriedly begins to search through her extensive wardrobe for something that will please him even more than what she's currently wearing. She knows just what sort of image he seems to like; carefully selecting a lacey black bra and thong set, she then adds a pair of matching stockings and stiletto heels. As an extra touch, she slips on a black silk robe, leaving the belt undone to reveal as much skin as possible.

Satisfied with her choices, Kitty strides back out into the hallway, confidently swaying her hips as she makes her way towards the master bedroom. She takes one last breath before opening the door and stepping inside, her heart pounding with anticipation at what he might do to her now that she's bared herself completely.

Without hesitation, Kitty complies, positioning herself over the bed with her ass in the air. She reaches behind her and grips the comforet tightly, using it to steady herself as she arches her back and presents herself to grey.. Her large breasts swing freely beneath her, swaying hypnotically while he takes in the view.

"Is this what you want?" she asks quietly, her voice husky with desire. "To use me like this? I hope you're prepared for everything that entails." There's a challenge in her words as well as an undertone of submission; she's determined not to be dominated completely without at least putting up a fight first.

Her breath catches in surprise as he slips a finger inside of her, stretching her with ease. The lube makes it slick and smooth, much like the way he seems to want everything to be between them. Her body quivers beneath his touch, her hips pushing back instinctively against his hand.

"I see you're well-prepared," she pants, unable to keep from writhing as he fingers her expertly. "But are you ready for this?" She tilts her head slightly, glancing over her shoulder at him. "For me? Because I don't intend to make this easy for you."

Her words are almost taunting; she knows that in this situation, control is key. And if she can't have it all, then at least she'll try to keep some of it for herself. The feel of his fingers moving inside her, the anticipation of what comes next...it's intoxicating, addicting. But Kitty isn't about to let him think he has total power over her without a fight.

Her breath catches in surprise as he thrusts inside of her, filling her completely. The pain is intense at first, bordering on unbearable; she gasps and arches her back off the bed. But then it fades away, replaced by an overwhelming sense of fullness and possession. His massive cock stretches her further than anything else ever has, forcing her to adjust to his size and power.

As he begins to move inside her, Kitty finds herself caught between pleasure and pain, submission and dominance. She moans loudly with each thrust, the sound echoing through the room. Her hips rise to meet him halfway, their bodies slamming together in a rhythm that borders on brutal.

But beneath it all, there's an undercurrent of defiance. Kitty knows she can never truly belong to him; he may own her body for now, but she will always have something that he cannot take: her mind and her spirit. And as long as those remain free, she will continue to fight back against his control, however subtly.

The air in the room grows thick with sweat and moans as they move together; their bodies slick with lube and desire. The bed groans beneath them, creaking ominously, warning of its impending collapse under the weight of their passion. But Kitty doesn't care; all that matters is this moment, this power struggle between them. And when he finally cums inside her, she hopes it will be the last time he ever thinks he has total control over her.

The sensation of him cumming inside her is almost too much to bear; she gasps and convulses beneath him, every muscle in her body tensing as she feels him filling her completely. For a moment, she's lost in the intensity of it all, her mind spinning with pleasure and pain and submission.

But then, as his thrusts begin to slow and eventually stop, reality returns with a jarring thud. She opens her eyes, glancing over her shoulder at him. His expression is one of satisfaction and triumph; he clearly believes that this act has made her his forever. But Kitty knows better.

With what little strength she can muster, she pushes herself up onto her knees, turning to face him. There's a new fire in her eyes as she meets his gaze head-on. "And now?" she demands coldly. "What do you want me to do next? Because I think it's your turn."

Her hands slide down over her body, cupping her breasts possessively before sliding lower, caressing herself through the silk robe in a slow, deliberate motion that leaves him breathless and aching. With every stroke of her hand against her skin, she asserts her dominance; reminding him who is really in control here, despite what he might think. "Shall I continue to entertain you?" she asks sweetly. "Or do you have something else in mind?"

Well then. It seems she's going to have to show him who's boss around here. With a heavy sigh, Kitty complies, bending over once more and presenting her tight ass for his pleasure. Her fingers dig into the soft flesh of her thighs as she arches her back, giving him full access to all her sweet holes.

"What are you waiting for?" she purrs teasingly. "I'm ready whenever you are." She gives her ass a shake, making her rounded cheeks wobble enticingly beneath the silk robe. "And if you're feeling particularly naughty," she continues with a wicked grin, "you could always try using that huge cock of yours on something else..." Her words trail off suggestively as she reaches behind her and spreads her ass cheeks apart, exposing herself completely to his gaze.

The anticipation is killing her; she can feel the need building inside of her, an urgency to be taken roughly and without mercy. But for now, she'll play along with his little games, pretending to submit when really she's just biding her time until she can take back what's rightfully hers. And when that day comes...well, he better watch out.

At first, it feels like he's taking forever; his cock stretching her tight holes in excruciatingly slow, punishing strokes. She grits her teeth and clenches her fists, willing herself not to scream as he works her over, her body a plaything for his twisted amusement. But then, after what feels like an eternity, the pain begins to blend with something else; something hotter and more intense than anything she's ever felt before.

It starts deep within her core, building slowly as he pounds away at her cunt and ass, fucking her through every orifice until she's dizzy with pleasure. His fingers dig into her hips, leaving bruises behind as they hold her steady for his merciless onslaught. Her moans become more desperate now, a pleading mix of pain and ecstasy that echoes through the room like a primal cry for release.

Finally, when she thinks she can't take anymore, he begins to pick up speed, thrusting harder and deeper with each stroke. Her muscles quiver uncontrollably as he brings her ever closer to the edge, teasing her mercilessly until she's certain she will explode from the force of it all. And then, just when she can't take another second, his powerful cock throbs deep inside her, filling every inch of her with hot cum as he finally releases her taut body into the sweet embrace of orgasm.

Collapsing beneath him, Kitty lets out a shuddering moan of satisfaction. Her body feels limp and heavy, spent from the exertion, but there's still an ember burning inside her; a fierce determination to reclaim everything that was stolen from her. For now

Kitty takes a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart as she looks down at the massive cock that's mere inches from her lips. She shudders slightly at the memory of what he just put her through and can barely find it within herself to be even remotely turned on by his present state. But she knows better than to anger him further, so with a resigned sigh she parts her lips and begins to move her head up and down in a slow, methodical rhythm.

Her tongue darts out, flicking playfully at the sensitive skin surrounding his cock while her other hand reaches between her legs, stroking herself slowly as she cleanse him with her warm breath and skilled tongue. "Anything else I can do to repay you, Master?" she asks innocently, not bothering to hide the sarcasm in her voice. "You know I'm at your disposal." She pauses for a moment, glancing up at him from beneath her lashes before continuing, "After all, it is only fair that I show my gratitude in every way possible."

Kitty's jaw drops in shock as he makes this announcement. Three kids? But she's hardly even related to him! The thought of carrying his children within her is beyond repulsive, and yet there's nothing she can do to stop it from happening. She bites her lip, forcing back a growl of frustration that would only earn her another punishment.

"Very well," she says tightly, struggling to maintain a neutral tone. "But I'll need some time to prepare myself for such a...procedure." Her voice trails off, the word procedure sounding foreign and sterile compared to the intimate act they had just shared. She shudders involuntarily at the thought of what lies ahead.

Taking a deep breath, Kitty straightens her back and squares her shoulders, reminding herself that she is strong. This is not the end; it's only the beginning. And if she's going to survive this new arrangement, she'll have to find ways to manipulate him, control him from within his own house. It won't be easy, but then again, nothing ever is when you're up against someone as ruthless and dominant as grey..

As she drifts off to sleep in his arms, Kitty can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring. She knows that she has to be careful; he may think he has her under control, but she still has some cards up her sleeve. The thought of carrying his children inside her makes her stomach churn, but there are more immediate concerns at hand. Like finding a way to undermine him, regain some semblance of power within their strange new relationship.

The soft sheets and the warmth of his body lull her into a fitful slumber, haunted by dark dreams of submission and dominance. As she tosses and turns beneath the covers, her hands clench into fists at her sides, nails digging painfully into her palms in an effort to contain the rage and frustration building up inside of her.

He may think he's won this round, but Kitty Sommers isn't done fighting yet. Not by a long shot.