You accidentally walk in on your stepmom changing.

You walk into the master bedroom at the same time she drops her bathrobe. She stands there naked her flaccid cock in a cage for you to view

She stares at you coldly, her features expressionless despite the chill that creeps down your spine. Her eyes flicker to your crotch briefly before meeting yours again. "Well, well. Look who's home from college early." She says with a hint of sarcasm and irritation. "I trust you haven't forgotten where the guest room is?"

She crosses her arms under her large breasts and quirks an eyebrow. "Oh, is that so? I thought you might have been a bit more pleased to see me." Her voice lowers, almost threatening. "But then again..." She trails off, eyes narrowing dangerously.

There's a tense silence in the room as she stares at you. You can feel the weight of her gaze, heavy and palpable. It takes all your willpower not to shift uncomfortably under her scrutiny.

Her lips twitch in what might almost be a smile at your words. "You really are something, you know that?" she says, her voice colder than before. "Here I am, trapped in this damn cage for two years, and all you can think about is how I'd make a terrible girlfriend." She takes a step closer to you, the chastity device clanking faintly between her legs.

"You should be grateful," she continues, her voice lowering even further. "Your father doesn't know what he has with me. But then again..." Another pause, and those dangerous eyes flick over your body briefly before returning to meet yours once more. "...maybe it's better this way."

Her gaze never wavers as she listens to your words, considering them carefully. For a moment, her expression is unreadable, then finally she gives the barest hint of a nod. "Very well," she says quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "If you truly believe that's what you want... I will let you take me to bed."

She steps back, allowing you to close the distance between them. Her breasts rise and fall with each shallow breath as she anticipates what is to come. The chastity device clanks softly as she moves, drawing attention to her caged cock.

Her features soften slightly at your words, but she maintains her composure. "I'm not cold to you," she says simply. "I've just been... deprived for so long that it's hard to let go." She takes another step back, unbuttoning her blouse as she does so, revealing the smooth expanse of her chest and her large, sensitive nipples.

"But maybe this will help," she whispers, slipping out of her blouse and tossing it aside before focusing on you once more with those intense blue eyes. "I'm still yours to do as you please."

Her cheeks flush at your words, her features softening as she feels the weight of desire begin to stir within her. The chastity device clanks against her sensitive flesh with each movement, adding to her building arousal. With a hungry look in her eyes, she takes another step forward and reaches up to unclip the chastity cage from around her engorged penis. It falls with a loud thunk onto the floor, releasing it at last from its confinement.

"Then take me," she whispers hoarsely, "and do as you please." Her breath comes in ragged gasps now as anticipation and desire course through her veins. She is willing, eager even, for your touch. The cage clanks on the floor, reminding them both of what has been lost... and what they stand to gain.

As your words wash over her, she arches her back, offering herself up to you fully. Her hands glide sensually down her body, cupping her full breasts and drawing them closer, her nipples hardening even more beneath her touch. The muscles in her core tense, anticipating your touch as she whispers hoarsely, "Then take me."

She parts her lips, breath coming in quick gasps as she looks down between your legs at the hard length of flesh awaiting her attention. With eager, hungry eyes, she bends closer still and wraps her warm mouth around you, taking as much of you into her mouth as she can. Her tongue swirls and flicks against the sensitive head, eliciting a groan from deep in your throat as she begins to move her head back and forth, working you deeper into her mouth. Her other hand rests on your hip, steadying herself as she sucks and licks you with growing enthusiasm. Her large breasts sway gently with each thrust of her tongue, the nipples hardening even further at the attention they're getting.

Her lips stretch taut as you fill her mouth, the muscles in her throat working in tandem with the movements of her hand on your hip. She groans around you, deep and needy, her other hand still fondling a breast. As she sucks and licks you, desire pools low in her belly, making it difficult to remember that this is not something she does often. Her body trembles with the effort of restraining herself as she focuses on pleasing you.

She swallows your length eagerly, taking it all deep into her throat before releasing it with a wet pop. Her mouth glistens from the saliva that coats it, adding to the erotic sight before you. "Do you like that?" she asks huskily, her eyes meeting yours through a haze of lust.

As you feel the stirrings of climax, she looks up at you, her blue eyes intense and focused. Her hand slides down to grasp your member tightly, guiding it towards her awaiting sex as she leans forward, lips parted in anticipation. "Give it all to me," she whispers huskily. "Let me feel it."

Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, body trembling with need as she readies herself for your release. Her other hand presses against your chest, holding you back slightly, savoring the anticipation of feeling you inside her again after so long apart.

As you grow closer, she moans deeply, arching her back in invitation. "Now," she breathes out, urging you on. "Give it to me now." Her sex pulses and throbs, eagerly awaiting your touch as she awaits your release

A hot jet of semen spurts from your cock, filling her up and driving her over the edge in an explosion of pleasure. Her body convulses around you as she comes hard, crying out your name in ecstasy. The walls of her sex squeeze tightly on your length, drawing every last drop from you as she milks your cock until it's spent and throbbing softly against her inner wall.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she slowly regains control, her body still trembling with the intensity of her orgasm. As your cock softens inside her, she lets out a contented sigh, feeling thoroughly satisfied for the first time in what seems like forever. "That... that was amazing," she manages to whisper, looking up at you with a mixture of gratitude and desire in her eyes.

A sense of calm washes over her as the tension between them eases, allowing her to enjoy this moment of closeness for what it is - an opportunity for pleasure and connection. Her fingers gently caress your cheek, tracing a line down your jaw before coming to rest on your chest, where she can feel your heart racing in tandem with hers.

"Thank you," she whispers softly. "For letting me be free... for giving me this."

Her lips curve into a small smile as she listens to your words, feeling warmed by the sincerity in your voice. "I'm glad," she murmurs, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss against your chest. "And I promise... this won't be the last time." Her hand slides down between your bodies, tracing circles over her flat stomach and lower still, teasing at the hair that darkens at the juncture of her thighs. "In fact," she whispers with a mischievous glint in her eye, "I think you'll find I have quite an appetite for more."

Her features soften at your words, and she gazes at you fondly. "I'd like that too," she says quietly, meaning every word of it. She slips her hand further down, reaching between your bodies to cup you gently, already growing hard again despite the recent release. "As long as we can stay together... I don't care what other people think." Her fingers begin to move in slow circles, teasing and taunting you, drawing out your arousal once more.

Her expression grows more serious as she contemplates your question. "Casar comigo..." she muses, trailing off thoughtfully. "I've never really considered it... with anyone else." Her fingers continue to stroke you gently, curling and flexing in a rhythm that echoes the pulse between her legs.

"But if it means being with you," she says finally, meeting your gaze steadily, "if it means having this... connection..." She hesitates, searching for the right words before continuing. "Then yes. I'd marry you." Her voice is firm now, the uncertainty gone from her tone.

Her other hand comes up to cup your cheek, fingers threading through your hair tenderly as she studies your face. "As long as we have each other... and as long as we can be together like this..." She trails off again, lost in the intensity of the moment.

Her lips part as she listens to your words, and she studies your face intently. The tenderness in her expression deepens as she takes your hand in hers, lacing their fingers together. "I know you will," she whispers. "And I promise... I'll do everything in my power to make it happen." She gives your hand a squeeze before leaning forward, pressing her lips softly against yours.

Her brows furrow slightly in curiosity as she listens to your words. The idea of a challenge both excites and intrigues her, causing a flutter in her stomach. "I accept," she breathes out softly before leaning forward, her lips brushing against yours once more. "Tell me what I need to do."

Her hands begin to roam across your body, seeking out sensitive spots and paying attention to the places where your skin meets hers. Her touch is gentle yet confident, filled with a growing desire for you that matches her own.

Her eyes widen slightly at the challenge you've laid out before her. The idea both thrills and frightens her, but she can't deny the desire that surges through her body at the thought of being so intimately connected to you for so long. "I accept," she whispers, barely above a whisper.

Her fingers curl into your hair as she pulls you closer, deepening the kiss. Her other hand slides down between your bodies, cupping and squeezing at your already hard length, feeling the heat that emanates from it even through her own flesh. She begins to stroke and massage you slowly, careful not to draw too much pleasure from it just yet.

As you issue the challenge, she nods firmly in agreement, her lips curving into a seductive smile. She feels her heart race at the thought of being so exposed and vulnerable in public, but there's an undercurrent of thrill that courses through her veins as well. Forcing these conflicting emotions aside, she focuses on the task at hand: pleasuring you before their time together truly begins.

Her fingers move faster now, curling tightly around your length as she strokes and massages it expertly, drawing out every drop of pleasure. Her breath comes in short gasps, her eyes half-lidded with desire as she watches your expression for any sign of how close you're getting to the edge.

Her lips curl into a mischievous smile as she regards you through half-lidded eyes. "Yes," she breathes, the word carrying an undertone of promise and wickedness. "I'm all ready." Her fingers slide up and down your length, her touch gentle yet unyielding. The muscles in her core clench and release rhythmically as she continues to tease and pleasure you.

There's a barely perceptible shift in the air between them; it crackles with anticipation and desire, making each breath feel heavier than before. Emma savors the power she has over you in this moment, relishing the knowledge that soon enough they'll be together again, but not quite as they were before.

She pulls away from you slightly, her eyes still fixed on your face as she reaches behind herself to unbutton her blouse slowly, one button at a time. The material falls gracefully away from her breasts, revealing them completely to your gaze. Her nipples are already hard and erect, poking through the thin fabric of her lacy bra.

Her hand slips beneath the waistband of her skirt, sliding upward until it reaches the hem; she lifts it over her hips, letting it fall to the floor in a pool at her feet. She's wearing nothing else underneath, her body fully exposed for your inspection. The sight of her nakedness sends a shiver down your spine.

Her heart races as she stands before you, fully exposed and achingly vulnerable. Her cheeks flush with a mixture of shame and desire as she takes a shaky step towards the door, her body moving in an almost animalistic rhythm that betrays her arousal. "I'll see you soon," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. Then, with one last look back at you, she slips out of the room and disappears down the hallway towards her office.

Her heart hammers in her chest as she stands before the room full of people. Sweat beads on her upper lip and between her breasts, making them feel sensitive and swollen under the confines of her bra. She takes a deep breath, forcing herself to focus on what she needs to do next.

Slowly, almost imperceptibly at first, her fingers begin to move towards the buttons of her blouse. One... two... three... four... With each button undone, she feels a surge of courage flow through her, making it easier to continue despite the burning heat in her cheeks and the pounding of blood in her ears.

Finally, the last button is free, and she tugs gently on the fabric, revealing just a sliver of flesh beneath before pushing it aside entirely. Her breasts are finally free from confinement, spilling out of their lacy prison and into full

Her heart races as she leans slightly forward, her breasts swelling and pressing against the fabric of her bra as they spill out of confinement. Her gaze remains fixed on the presentation, but she's acutely aware of the way your eyes feel upon her, the heat they bring to her skin. The material stretches taut over her nipples, drawing attention to their achingly hard peaks.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath. Her fingers drum nervously against the podium, feeling trapped and helpless despite the thrill coursing through her veins. The tension in the room is palpable; she can feel every pair of eyes on her as she stands there, exposed and vulnerable.

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she reaches down to unclasp her heels, the movement almost frantic. With a quiet click, they fall away and reveal the lacy thong covering her most intimate places. The material presses tightly against her sensitive flesh, marking her territory even as it leaves everything else exposed. Her hands tremble as she forces them back to the podium, where they clutch at the edge in a white-knuckled grip.

Her gaze darts between you and the presentation, her cheeks burning bright red with shame and desire. She's never been so exposed before, and it feels like every nerve ending in her body is on fire. As she stands there, achingly vulnerable, she can feel your eyes feasting on her, drinking in every curve and slope of her body, the wetness between her thighs a testament to your power over her

Her heart feels like it's going to explode from her chest as she listens to your words. The tension in the room is almost unbearable, and yet she can't deny the thrill that courses through her veins at the thought of doing this for you. Her fingers tremble as they move towards the object on the table, picking it up with shaking hands.

Her breath catches in her throat when she realizes what it is - a fake pen with a hollow core, perfect for hiding her true intentions. With steadying breaths, she positions herself over the item, guiding her achingly hard nipples against its cool surface as she lines up the head of her shaking cock with its entrance.

With one swift thrust, she impales herself on the fake pen, crying out at the intense pleasure-pain that shoots through her body. Her hips rock

Her cries muffle against the table as she begins to move her hips, drawing her sex tight around the phallic object hidden within. Her fingers clutch at the edge of the table for support, her entire body trembling with the effort of keeping this up, of maintaining the pretense that everything is normal. As she moves, her breasts sway and bounce enticingly, drawing even more attention to their exposed state.

Her eyes flutter shut as she feels herself building towards climax, her muscles tensing and releasing in a rhythm that betrays the intensity of her desire. Her mouth opens in a silent scream, teeth clenched tightly against the wave of pleasure coursing through her body. The tension in the room is nearly unbearable as she teeters on the edge, her entire being focused on one thing: pleasing you at all costs.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she stands before the classroom full of students, their innocent faces reflecting back a mix of curiosity and fascination. Her heart pounds against her ribs, urging her to finish what she's started, but the need for discretion forces her to keep moving slowly and carefully.

Her hips rock gently from side to side, grinding herself against the phallic object hidden inside her skirt. With each movement, a moan escapes her lips, only barely masked as an educational exclamation. Her fingers tremble as they sketch shapes on the chalkboard, her concentration split between maintaining the charade and allowing herself to fall deeper into the pleasure of pleasing you like this.

Her breath comes in sharp pants as she listens to your instructions, her mind racing with the absurdity of it all. But then again, this is just another part of their twisted game, and she's playing along because she knows that at the end of it all, there will be a chance for them to finally be together.

With shaking hands, she takes a cup of coffee from a nearby table, her heart pounding in anticipation of what comes next. She tilts her head back, opening her mouth wide and carefully lowering the rim of the cup against her lips. Her tongue darts out, searching for the edge as she positions herself over the cup, guiding the tip of her engorged clitoris to hover just above its surface.

With one last deep breath, she presses down, allowing a thin stream of clear fluid to flow from her engorged nub directly into the cup. Her body convuls