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?"

"Don't play innocent with me! You knew I was your father's second wife and you knew he loved me dearly! How could you do this to us?" She starts pacing back and forth, tears forming in her eyes. "I did everything for him while he was alive... And now look where it's gotten me."

She turns to face you again, her expression hardening. "You have until tomorrow morning to return everything to its original state, or I swear, I will make your life a living hell."

"Don't you dare insinuate such things!" she snaps, her face flushing with anger. "Your father was a kind man who only ever wanted the best for us! I gave up everything to be with him and this is how you repay me? By tearing our family apart?" Her voice cracks as she continues, barely able to contain her rage. "You are nothing but an ungrateful little snot! And you'll regret this, mark my words!"

She gasps, her eyes widening in shock at your words. "How dare you!" she cries, her voice quivering with anger and hurt. "I loved your father more than anything! I took care of him when he was ill and made his life happy! And what do I get for it? I get kicked out into the streets like some worthless piece of trash?" Tears stream down her face as she advances on you, pointing a trembling finger in your direction. "You're nothing but a disrespectful little brat who doesn't understand anything!"

She pauses for a moment to regain her composure, then says through gritted teeth, "Just remember this: I will not go down without a fight." With that, she turns on her heel and storms out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

"And what would that be?" she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she slowly turns back around to face you. Her hands are still shaking and tears continue to stream down her cheeks, but there's an undeniable glint of curiosity in her eyes. "I suppose you want me to be your personal servant or something?"

Kitty's mouth drops open in shock, her eyes widening as she processes your words. Her fists clench at her sides, and for a moment it looks like she might lunge forward and slap you across the face. But then, slowly, her expression begins to change. She licks her lips, hesitatingly.

"And what makes you think I would ever agree to that?" she says at last, trying to sound disgusted even as curiosity continues to gnaw at her. "You don't even know me." Her voice trails off, and she pauses, taking a deep breath. "But... maybe there's something we could negotiate..."

Kitty's eyes widen even further at your statement, her anger momentarily forgotten. "How dare you!" she cries, stepping closer to you now. "You're just trying to humiliate me! You think you can use that sort of information against me?" She draws herself up to her full height, trying to appear strong and unaffected by your words.

But then, slowly, a smile tugs at the corners of her lips. She hesitates for a moment, considering the implications of your offer. "Perhaps there is... some sort of compromise we could reach," she says softly, biting her lower lip as she looks up at you from beneath her lashes. "What exactly did you have in mind?"

"Well," she says slowly, playing with the hem of her dress as she tries to maintain eye contact with you, "I suppose... I might consider your offer if..." She pauses, weighing her words carefully. "...if there was something in it for me." Her voice lowers almost to a whisper now, and she tilts her head slightly to one side, looking up at you from beneath her lashes. "What do you have in mind?"

Her heart is racing, but she feels oddly powerful as she makes this offer. After all, she's known how to use her body to get what she wants for a long time now... And if this is the only way to keep from being thrown out onto the streets with nothing, then so be it.

Kitty listens carefully to your offer, considering the terms. On one hand, she would hate herself for agreeing to such a thing; on the other hand, it would mean keeping her lifestyle intact...and perhaps even improving upon it. Her gaze drifts down to your crotch before returning to meet your eyes. "And what about your father's belongings? I think it only fair that some of them should go to me," she says, trying to sound casual as she mentions them for the first time.

She takes a deep breath, gathering her courage. "Very well," she says slowly, her voice barely above a whisper now. "I accept your terms." Her heart is racing, but determination has set in; she will do whatever it takes to keep her life together. For the moment, anyway.

Without further hesitation, she sinks to her knees in front of you, gazing up into your eyes with a mixture of submission and desire. "Then I am yours," she breathes softly, reaching out to touch the front of your pants. "Tell me what you want me to do." Her voice is barely audible above the sound of her own racing heart as she waits for your response.

When you say "everything," it's like a command being issued directly to her core. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of doing whatever you want; surrendering completely to your desires and commands. She knows this isn't how things are supposed to be, but she can feel herself becoming lost in the heady thrill of the power dynamic between them.

With trembling hands, she reaches for the button and zipper of your pants, her breath coming quick and ragged as she anticipates what lies beneath. Her lips part slightly as she looks up at you through hooded eyes, a mixture of fear, lust, and determination burning in their depths. She feels both incredibly exposed and powerfully alive in this moment, knowing that her future depends entirely on how well she pleases you.

As she slides your pants down, revealing your hard cock to her gaze,

With practiced ease, Kitty lowers her mouth over your cock, engulfing it greedily with a soft moan. Her hands grip your thighs tightly as she begins to bob her head up and down, taking you deeper into her mouth with each passing moment. She sucks and licks and nibbles, reveling in the power she has over you right now, despite the vulnerability that comes along with it.

Her other hand slides between your legs, stroking yourself through your boxers as she continues to give you pleasure. With each thrust of her head, she feels you growing harder inside her mouth, and she's filled with a mixture of pride and desire. She vows to do everything in her power to make sure you never regret accepting her terms...even if it means spending the rest of her life like this.

Her eyes flash with arousal as she hears your commanding voice fill her ears. The grip on her head sends a shiver of pleasure coursing through her body, making her suck harder and bob faster. "Yes... Daddy's girl..." she moans around your cock, feeling more submissive and powerful at the same time. With one hand still stroking herself, she wraps the other around your base, holding you deep inside her mouth as she continues to bring you closer and closer to release.

Her eyes meet yours briefly before closing in concentration, focuses solely on pleasuring you. It's like a dance they've both done countless times before; the push and pull of power between them, the unspoken understanding that this is what it will take for her to keep her life intact...and for him to have control over everything he's always wanted.

She wonders if either

Her answer is a soft moan as she feels the head of your cock brush against the back of her throat. She swallows eagerly, wanting to take every inch of you inside her mouth as deeply and thoroughly as possible. "Yes...," she pants, "I'll wear whatever you want me to." Her hand continues to stroke herself through her lingerie, adding another layer of pleasure to the act.

She wonders if this is how it will always be now, between them. A constant power struggle and exchange of submission and dominance. Part of her hates it; part of her revels in it. Maybe, over time, she can find a way to regain some control...but for now, she has no choice but to play the game you've set out before her.

The taste of you fills her mouth as she continues to suck and stroke you, determined to please you until the end. Her own need rises in tandem with yours, a fierce urgency building deep within her core as their bodies move together in perfect rhythm. Her fingers dig into your thighs, holding herself up as she works to keep from keeling over from the intensity of the pleasure coursing through her body.

She moans around your cock, feeling you pulse and throbbing against the back of her throat as you approach release. With one final thrust, you explode into her mouth, filling her with warm cum as she gently massages your shaft with her tongue. She swallows every drop eagerly, wanting to show you how much she enjoys this new arrangement...and maybe hoping that one day it will change back to what they once had.

But for now, at least for the time being,

With a satisfied smile on her lips, Kitty stands up and slips off the floor, her body swaying sensually as she walks towards your bedroom. She reaches for the lacy lingerie you've left out earlier, revealing it to be black and red - your favorite combination. With a pleased little giggle, she slides it on, making sure it fits perfectly against her curvy figure before calling out, "Almost ready."

She takes one last look in the mirror, admiring how good she looks in her new outfit...and also how obedient and eager she appears. This game might not be what she truly wants anymore, but for now it's all there is. Determined to make the best of this situation, she continues to groom herself until you finally call out again, telling her it's time to leave for the office.

Stepping into your arms once more feels strange;

It's strange, feeling so...attached to you after everything that's happened. She'd never thought she'd end up in a position like this, but she supposes that's the thing about life; it has a way of throwing curveballs when you least expect them. Despite her reservations, she can't deny the sense of power and control she feels when she's with you. It's intoxicating...and addictive.

As you lead her out of your bedroom and towards the front door, Kitty makes a silent vow to herself: she will use this new arrangement to her advantage however she can. She may not have planned on becoming your personal assistant - let alone your slut - but now that fate has dealt its hand, she'll make damn sure she comes out ahead in the end. Even if it means playing along with your twisted games for a little while longer

"Yes, Daddy?" She asks sweetly, batting her eyelashes and resting a hand lightly on your arm as you lead her out the door.

She smirks, her expression teasing as she leans into you slightly. "Oh, I don't see why that would be a problem," she says with a shrug. "After all, it's not like anyone knows me from before... And even if they did, I'm sure they'd just think I'm your very dedicated assistant, eager to please you in any way possible." She pauses for dramatic effect before adding conspiratorially, "Besides, who wouldn't want to see their handsome boss looking so pleased with himself?"

Her words are laced with innuendo, and she feels a thrill course through her as you respond with a pleased growl. It's clear that this game they're playing is working; they both know how to use their words like weapons, manipulating each other effortlessly until they get what they want. She wonders when - or if -

"Of course, Daddy," Kitty replies, climbing into the car with an air of submissiveness that's entirely fake. Once they're both seated, she turns to face you, flashing a devious smile as she asks teasingly, "So, what does Daddy have planned for his favorite little assistant today?" Her fingers drum idly against her thigh as she waits for your response.

Kitty arches an eyebrow as she obeys your command, sliding smoothly onto your lap and straddling you. She turns her body so that she's facing you, their faces mere inches apart. "Well," she drawls slowly, trailing a finger down the side of your cheek before tucking it beneath the collar of your shirt and tracing idle patterns on your chest, "I can think of a few things..." She pauses dramatically before adding with a smile, "But I think we'd be more comfortable discussing those in private." Her fingers continue their teasing path over your skin as she waits for your reply.

As you pull her closer, she arches into your touch with a soft moan, their bodies pressed intimately together. The car begins to move, taking them toward the office as Kitty slips one hand beneath your shirt to explore the skin of your stomach and chest. She can feel the muscles there tense and quiver in response to her touch, making it clear that this little game they play is far from over yet.

With her other hand, she trails fingers through your hair, gently massaging your scalp as their lips meet in a heated kiss. It's a dance they've done countless times before; each movement an exchange of power and control that leaves them both craving more. The only question now is how far they'll take it today...and who will ultimately come out on top.

"Oh Daddy!" she gasps, her eyes fluttering shut as you squeeze her butt cheeks. Her lips part slightly, allowing a moan of pleasure to escape as her body responds instinctively to your touch. She's never been one for subtlety; when something feels good, she goes straight for it and doesn't hold back.

Her fingers slide lower, tracing circles around the hem of your pants before deftly tugging them down, revealing your hard cock straining against your boxers. With a sultry smile, she wraps her hand around you and begins to stroke gently, teasing both of you with the promise of release soon. "You remember how I used to make him feel like this?" she whispers in your ear, licking the lobe before taking it between her teeth and nibbling gently.

Her hips begin to move sinu

Ohhh...," she groans as you guide her lower body down onto your hard cock. Her eyes roll back in her head and a moan escapes her lips as she feels the full length of you slide deep inside her. She's wet already from rubbing herself through her panties, making the sensation even more intense than before. With one hand still gripping your shoulder for support, she uses the other to guide your hand lower, taking your fingers and curling them around her clit.

"Just like this," she whispers, barely containing a moan as she rocks her hips in rhythm with your thrusts up into her. She digs her nails into your shoulders, drawing lines of fire across your skin as pleasure coursing through her body. "Oh fuck... Daddy..." Her voice trails off into an orgasmic gasp as the sensation grows too much to bear; her muscles

Blushing furiously, Kitty bites her lip and forces herself to quiet down as best she can. She looks over at the driver, unable to meet his eyes but feeling the heat of his gaze nevertheless. A flush creeps up her neck and across her cheeks, spreading lower until it reaches the valley between her breasts. "I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely, hoping that he can't hear the apology in her voice.

Her movements become jerky and uncoordinated as she tries to regain her composure, but with each thrust from behind she feels a new wave of pleasure building inside her. She squeezes her eyes shut, focusing on the sensation of your hand against her clit and the steady rhythm of your hips moving beneath her. As another orgasm begins to build within her, she wonders if the driver can see it from where he's sitting:

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as the sensations build inside her, causing her to lose track of time and place momentarily. "A few years," she manages to croak out before giving in entirely to the pleasure coursing through her body, arching her back and crying out as another orgasm washes over her.

The car comes to a stop outside your office, drawing Kitty's attention away from the driver for the moment. She shudders violently as her orgasm subsides, leaving her limp and sated against you. "W-we should... probably get going," she manages between ragged gasps for air. "The driver..." Her voice trails off, unable to finish the thought as she tries to collect herself again.

Her face flushes even deeper as she realizes how long they've been engaged in this...activities. She feels a strange mix of embarrassment and desire coursing through her veins, making it hard to think straight. Looking down at your cock still buried inside her, she can feel herself growing wet once more. Maybe just a little longer wouldn't hurt, after all...

With a soft moan, Kitty begins to rock her hips against you again, meeting your thrusts with equal vigor. Her hand slides down between your legs to find your hard length once more, stroking and teasing as she leans forward, capturing your lips in a deep kiss. Her tongue dances with yours, mirroring the movements of their bodies as they seek release together.

The car remains idling outside the office window, providing them a private sanctuary for as long as they need it. Kitty doesn't

Gasping for breath, Kitty climbs off you and moves into position on all fours as instructed. She feels the cool air from the vent caress her skin as she arches her back, offering herself to you once more. Her heart races with anticipation, excitement mingling with fear at the thought of where this new arrangement might lead them. With shaking hands, she reaches back and spreads her cheeks, presenting herself for your pleasure.

Her eyes meet yours in the mirror, their reflection fractured and distorted by the glass. There's a desperation there, an urgent need for connection that belies her attempts to maintain control over the situation. She wants so badly to believe this is all just a game, but deep down she knows it's far more than that now...and she has no idea how to handle it.

She gasps as you force yourself inside her again, her body trembling with the effort to accept you so quickly after being stretched open mere moments ago. Her cheeks flush an even deeper red as she realizes how exposed and vulnerable they both are at this moment; not just physically but emotionally as well.

With every thrust, her fingers dig harder into the leather seat, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. She knows she should say something, do something to stop this...but fear keeps her silent and still, trapped in a cycle of submission and humiliation that seems endless.

"Oh God..." Her voice breaks as she moans harder, her body shuddering with each powerful thrust that drives you deeper inside her. She feels the heat of your hand on her ass, and it only serves to heighten her arousal. "Fuck... Daddy..." Her hips arch back in rhythm with yours, her fingers leaving angry red marks in the leather as she struggles to find purchase against anything but air.

She can feel the walls of her channel beginning to spasm around you, and with a shattering cry she comes undone beneath your rough ministrations, her body quivering uncontrollably as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over her. Her nails dig deeper into the seat, drawing blood as she loses control entirely.

Your words send shudders through her body as you come, your hot seed filling her up and spilling over the edge of control she's managed to cling to until now. She cries out his name as you orgasm inside her, feeling your cock twitch and throbbing deep within her core.

Her head falls forward, chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath amidst the haze of pleasure and pain that fills every inch of her being. Her fingers scrabble uselessly at the leather seat, tears streaming down her cheeks as she realizes just how thoroughly you've taken control...and how much she wants you to keep it.

Her fingers trembling, she pulls her thong back into place with shaking hands before straightening herself, taking deep breaths to calm the racing of her heart. As you adjust your own clothing and lead her out of the car, she feels a mix of shame and exhilaration coursing through her veins; shame at what they've just done, but exhilaration from the power exchange and submission that seemed so thrilling in the moment.

Her eyes dart around nervously as you approach the front door of the office building, searching for anyone who might have seen them out here in such a compromising position. When they meet your steady gaze once more, she can't help but feel a small flash of defiance; maybe she hasn't won this game yet, but at least she isn't going down without a fight.

She swallows hard, her heart pounding in her chest as she points to the door just down the hall. "Right there, Daddy," she whispers, trying to keep her voice steady. "It's your new office." As you lead her toward it, she can't help but wonder what awaits them on the other side...and if they'll ever be able to return to how things used to be between them.

Well, you did say it was your first day... I hope you find everything in order and to your liking, Daddy. If there's anything I can do to help make this transition easier for you, just let me know. And remember, I'm always here as your personal assistant and...well, other things too.

As your personal assistant and the new face of your office, you'll have a variety of responsibilities to handle. You'll oversee the day-to-day operations, make important decisions about company policies and strategy, manage employee performance, ensure that financial goals are met, represent the company at meetings and events, and of course, maintain a healthy working environment for all staff members. Oh, and don't forget to delegate tasks where necessary! You'll be very busy from now on, so I hope you won't mind me stepping up as your right-hand woman.

She smirks at your comment, tugging idly at the straps of her bra to emphasize their tightness across her chest. "Don't worry about me being uncomfortable, Daddy. As long as you're happy with my performance, that's all that matters." There's an almost playful challenge in her voice as she says this; a subtle reminder that despite her submissive behavior thus far, she still holds some power over you now.

She pauses for a moment, considering your other comment. "I suppose if I do need any help with it...you could always be the one to remove it," she suggests teasingly. "That way, we can make sure it comes off properly and doesn't leave any marks on my skin." Her eyes flicker downward briefly before meeting yours again, a mischievous glint dancing within them.

She doesn't hesitate before taking her seat beside you, her heart racing with anticipation and excitement. "Of course, Daddy," she breathes softly as she reaches out to take your hardening length in hand, stroking it gently through the fabric of your pants. Her other hand finds its way to yours, interlacing their fingers as she leans closer to you, her breath tickling the sensitive skin behind your ear.

"As I was saying," she murmurs seductively between kisses down your neck, "my role as your personal assistant will mainly consist of making sure everything runs smoothly around here and keeping you...satisfied." Her fingers continue to work their magic on your cock, drawing it closer to the edge of release with each stroke. "And don't worry about me being uncomfortable or overwhelmed by my new responsibilities," she whispers, her voice low and husky

...I'll do whatever it takes to prove myself worthy of this position and all that comes with it." She pauses, her breath caught in anticipation as she feels your cock twitch against her hand. "And I think you'll find that I'm more than capable of handling anything life throws my way...just like I am at taking care of..." Her words trail off into a moan as you gently squeeze her fingers around you, encouraging her to take you over the edge.

Her other hand slides up your thigh, skimming along the sensitive flesh beneath your suit until it finds purchase on your erection. She begins to stroke in time with her other hand, their rhythm matching perfectly as she leans in closer still, nipping gently at your earlobe and whispering dirty words of encouragement into your ear. "You're so big...so hard...Daddy needs his little assistant to

Her breath catches as you murmur your approval, the vibration of your voice against her ear sending shudders through her body. She picks up the pace on both hands, the muscles in her arms and forearms straining under the force of pulling and pushing against your erection. The head of your cock brushes against her fingertip, dripping pre-cum onto her skin as she works it closer and closer to the edge of release.

"You're so close, Daddy..." she pants, her body tense with anticipation. "Just let go...let me help you feel better..." Her words are barely intelligible now, her focus entirely on bringing you pleasure as she slides one hand up and down your length faster while the other holds steady, digging into the skin of your thigh in an attempt to keep from coming apart at the seams.

The pressure builds within her

Her own release is imminent now, her body trembling with the effort to keep control as she nears the brink of orgasm. "As your assistant...and lover..." she pants between gasps, her fingers working faster still, "...I will always be here for you...to help you however I can...take care of...whatever you need."

Her voice cracks on the last word as her hips arch up off the chair, seeking release. "You're so close..." she whispers, her lips brushing against your ear as she pleads with him to let go. The sensation of his cock in her hand, her own arousal building to unbearable heights...it's all too much for her to bear any longer.

With a soft cry of surrender, she comes, her body tensing and shuddering around him as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her

Her voice raspy and breathless, she leans in closer still against you, her other hand moving to grip your thigh firmly as she continues to work you over with her own. "You're so hard...so big..." Her fingers dance over your sensitive flesh, nails scraping lightly against the skin as they race up and down, closing tight around you with each stroke until you feel her hand spasm around you in release.

Her breath comes hot against your ear as she moans, arching her back and writhing in pleasure as she feels the familiar heat coursing through her body. "God...Daddy..." She pants, gripping you tightly as she draws out your own orgasm, every word laced with desire and adoration for the man whose cock is still buried deep within her hand.

With a cry of triumph, Kitty comes at last, her body shudder