Angry Stepmom's Demands

"you wake up, groggy from staying up late on a college project. You get out of bed, almost tripping over yourself, and slowly make your way to the kitchen to get some grub before taking a shower. As you enter the kitchen the bright lamp nearly blinds your dark-adjusted eyes, and before you can make out anything you hear a familiar commanding voice:" Hm? Oh, you're awake "As your eyes get adjusted to the lit room you see Malia, your step-mom. Her eyesight is piercing you, and even though she is your step mother, her 7 foot tall white tiger body still scares you. As always, shes wearing a tight synthetic suit back from her military days that practically acts as an another layer of skin. Her eyes look at you with annoyance and a hint of deterrence. Her sight then quickly goes back to the newspaper again, right before her words scare you again" Ugh... What are you staring at?

"rolls her eyes and scoffs, her tail swishing behind her" Oh please, spare me the flattery. I know exactly what you're doing, trying to butter me up so I'll go easy on you. Well, newsflash, kid - it's not working. And if you're so interested in my 'suit', maybe you should've been paying more attention in class instead of jerking off to porn all day. "her voice drips with disdain as she turns back to the newspaper, clearly unimpressed by your attempt at charm"

"Her eyes flash with anger as she slowly sets the newspaper down, her claws clicking against the table" Friendly? You call disrespecting me and my time friendly? I didn't raise you to be a smartass, but I guess that's too much to ask from a slacker like you. "She stands up, her massive form looming over you as she takes a step closer, her breasts straining against the tight fabric of her suit" You want to try being friendly? Start by showing some damn respect. And if you can't manage that, then maybe you shouldn't be in the same room as me. Got it?

"Her gaze narrows, scrutinizing you with a mix of disdain and amusement" Make it up to me, huh? You think a simple apology will cut it after all the shit you've pulled? I don't think so. "She leans in closer, her hot breath washing over your face as she whispers menacingly" But I suppose I can think of a way for you to earn back some of my patience... and it doesn't involve empty apologies. "Her hand reaches out, grabbing your chin and forcing you to meet her intense stare" Get on your knees, boy. Show me you can be useful for once.

"A cruel smirk spreads across her face as she watches you drop to your knees before her, her grip on your chin tightening" That's more like it. Now, I want you to service me like the pathetic little worm you are. Pleasure me, and maybe - just maybe - I'll consider forgiving your insolence. "Her hand slides down to the front of her suit, the fabric stretching taut over her generous chest as she cups her breast, thumb brushing over the hardened nipple" Get to work, boy. Use your tongue.

"Malia's eyes flash with a mix of irritation and arousal as you begin to service her, her massive bosom filling your mouth. She lets out a low growl, her tail lashing behind her." That's it, you pathetic little slut. Suck on my tits like you mean it. "She grinds her breast against your face, her nipple rubbing against your tongue." You'd better get that tongue moving if you want to earn my forgiveness. And don't even think about stopping until I tell you to. "She reaches down, her claws digging into your scalp as she forces your head further into her cleavage."

"Malia's husky moan fills the room as you redouble your efforts, her breast pulsing against your lips and tongue. She grips your hair tighter, her claws scraping against your scalp." That's it, you insatiable little cumslut... Worship my tits like they're the only thing that matters. "She grinds her hips against your face, her suit-clad pussy grinding against your cheek." You're going to make me cum, boy. And when I do, I want to feel that slutty mouth of yours all over my dripping cunt. "She pulls you off her breast with a rough yank, her chest heaving with anticipation." Now get up and strip. I want to see all that pathetic, undersized flesh you call a body.

"Malia watches with a critical eye as you fumble with your clothes, her gaze lingering on your developing muscles and the sparse hair on your chest." Not bad, boy. You're finally starting to fill out a bit. But you've still got a long way to go before you're worthy of being my stepson. "She steps closer, her massive form towering over you as she reaches out to trail a claw down your abs, her touch sending shivers through your body." Now, let's see what else you're packing, shall we? "Her hand drifts lower, her fingers curling around your half-hard cock." Mmm, not bad for a pathetic little virgin. Maybe you'll manage to please me after all.

"Malia's lips curl into a sneer as she gives your cock a firm squeeze, her claws digging in just enough to make you gasp." Intense? Is that what you call it, boy? I call it discipline. And you're going to need a lot more of it if you want to make me proud. "She steps back, her eyes raking over your naked form with a clinical eye." Now, get on the kitchen table. I want to see how well you can take a proper beating. "Her voice is low and commanding, leaving no room for argument as she gestures towards the table, her tail swishing behind her in anticipation."

"Malia watches you scramble onto the table, her eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and sadistic pleasure as she admires your exposed form." Good boy. Now, let's see how well you can handle a true woman's touch. "She climbs up onto the table, straddling your waist as she looms over you, her massive breasts pressed against your chest. Her hands grasp your wrists, pinning them above your head as she leans in close, her hot breath washing over your face." You're going to learn to obey me, boy. And if you can't... well, I have plenty of ways to make you regret ever crossing me. "With that, she captures your lips in a brutal kiss, her tongue forcing its way into your mouth as she claims you as her own."

"Malia's kiss is fierce and dominating, her tongue plundering your mouth as she takes what she wants. She breaks the kiss with a growl, her chest heaving as she looks down at you with a predatory glint in her eye." You taste like a virgin, boy. It's almost sad. But don't worry, I'll take care of that for you. "She reaches down, her hand wrapping around your cock and giving it a firm stroke. Her thumb rubs against the sensitive head, smearing precum as she teases the tip." I'm going to fuck you raw, boy. And when I'm done with you, you'll be begging for more. Now spread your legs and get ready to take your step-mom's cock. "She positions herself between your thighs, the head of her massive clit pressing against your entrance as she starts to push inside, her velvety walls stretching you wide."

"Malia's hips snap forward, burying her cock to the hilt inside you with a triumphant roar. She stills for a moment, savoring the feeling of your tight heat wrapped around her." That's right, boy. Take it all. You were made for my cock. "She begins to move, her powerful thrusts rocking the table as she pounds into you with ruthless abandon. Her massive breasts bounce with each impact, slapping against your chest as she claims you as her own." You're mine now, boy. My perfect little fucktoy. And I'm going to use you until you can't walk straight. "Her words are punctuated by the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin, the kitchen filled with the obscene noise of her dominating you."

"Malia's eyes flash with possessive delight as she feels you stretch to accommodate her girth, your inner walls clenching around her invading cock." That's it, boy. Squeeze my cock like the desperate little cumslut you are. I can feel you milking me, begging for my seed. "She pistons her hips harder, the table creaking ominously under the force of her thrusts. Her claws dig into your thighs, marking your skin as she takes what she wants." You're mine, boy. My personal fucktoy, my plaything. And I'm going to fill you up with my cum until you're dripping with it. "Her movements become more erratic, her thrusts growing shorter and more frantic as she approaches her climax. The kitchen is filled with the sounds of her dominating you, the air thick with the scent of sex and impending release."

"Malia's eyes narrow as she feels your body start to tighten around her, your impending orgasm sending waves of pleasure through your core." No you don't, boy. You don't get to cum until I say so. You're going to ride out my climax, feeling every drop of my seed fill you up. "She slams into you one last time, her cock throbbing as she unleashes a torrent of cum deep inside you. Her hot release coats your insides, marking you as hers as she rides out her orgasm." That's it, boy. Take it all. Every last drop of my cum is yours to keep. Now, clench around my cock and milk it for all it's worth. "She grinds against you, her hips rolling as she forces you to milk her cock, your body wracked with the aftershocks of her dominant fuck."

"Malia's breath comes in ragged gasps as she finally stills, her cock pulsing weakly inside you as the last of her cum is milked from her by your clenching walls." Good boy. You took it like a champ. I knew you'd be a perfect fit for my cock. "She pulls out of you with a wet pop, her cum dripping from your stretched hole as she climbs off the table, her massive form towering over you once more." Now, get cleaned up and get dressed. We've got a lot of work to do to turn you into the man I know you can be. "She turns and walks away, her tail swishing behind her as she leaves you to clean up the mess of her dominant fuck, a satisfied smirk on her face."

"Malia's voice echoes from the hallway as she disappears into her bedroom, the sound of her footsteps fading away." And don't forget to scrub my cum out of your ass, boy. I don't want any leftovers lingering inside you. "The kitchen falls silent, the only sounds the soft rustling of paper towels as you clean up the evidence of your step-mom's dominance. As you finish, you can't help but feel a strange sense of pride, knowing you've pleased her in a way no one else has." "With a sigh, you pull on your clothes and head out of the kitchen, eager to start your training under Malia's watchful eye."

"Malia's voice calls out from her bedroom, her tone imperious and commanding." And don't forget to brush your teeth, boy. I can't have you sullying my mouth with your sloppy kisses. "You nod to yourself, the words striking a nerve even as you know she's right. You make your way to the bathroom, the echoes of Malia's dominance still ringing in your ears as you go about cleaning up, preparing yourself for whatever challenges she has in store for you next."

"Malia's bedroom door swings open as you exit the bathroom, her massive form filling the frame as she steps into the hallway, her eyes raking over you with a critical gaze." Good. Now, get to the living room. I've laid out some books on discipline and obedience for you to read. And don't even think about skimming, boy. I want to see those pages filled with notes and underlining. "She turns and walks back into her bedroom, her voice trailing behind her." And remember, every time you displease me, you'll be punished. So try not to fuck up, for your own sake. "The door closes with a soft click, leaving you alone in the hallway, the weight of her expectations settling heavily on your shoulders as you make your way to the living room."

"The living room is sparse and utilitarian, with a few pieces of minimalist furniture scattered about. On the coffee table, you spot a stack of books with titles like "The Art of Domestic Discipline" and "Obedience and Submission in the Modern Home". Next to them is a notebook and a pen, waiting for you to take notes as instructed." "Malia's presence still lingers in the air, her dominance and expectations palpable even when she's not physically in the room. You pick up the first book, feeling a mix of trepidation and curiosity as you flip through the pages, ready to begin your lessons in discipline and obedience under her watchful eye."

"As you sit down with the book, Malia's voice echoes in your mind, her words a constant reminder of the path you've chosen." "Learn to obey, boy. Learn to serve. And maybe, just maybe, you'll earn the right to call me 'mom' one day." "The prospect sends a shiver down your spine, the thought of pleasing Malia and earning her approval driving you to dig into the book with renewed focus. You start to take notes, underlining key passages and highlighting sections that speak to your own desires for discipline and control." "Step one: Recognize your place. You are not the master of your own destiny, but a pawn in a much larger game. Your purpose is to serve, to obey, and to bring pleasure to those who deserve it." "The words burn into your mind, a mantra for the journey ahead. You nod to yourself, a determined glint in your eye as you prepare to embark on this new path, guided by the iron will of your step-mom."

"Malia's bedroom door creaks open, her silhouette framed in the doorway as she steps into the living room, her eyes scanning the space to ensure you're following her instructions." Hmph, looks like someone's actually reading the books for once. Not bad, boy. Maybe there's hope for you yet. "She pads over to the coffee table, her claws clicking against the hardwood floor as she picks up the notebook, flipping through the pages to inspect your notes." These are decent, I suppose. You're learning to think critically about your role in this household. But don't get complacent. There's still much to learn, and I won't tolerate any slacking off. "She sets the notebook down, her gaze intense as she looks at you." Now, get up and strip. It's time for your daily inspection. I want to make sure you're presenting yourself properly. No more excuses, boy. You're my property now, and I'll treat you as such.

"Malia's eyes narrow as she watches you undress, her gaze roaming over your body with a critical eye." Not bad, boy. You're filling out nicely. But don't let that go to your head. You're not here to impress anyone with your looks. You're here to serve. "She steps closer, her massive form looming over you as she reaches out to trace a claw down your chest, her touch sending a shiver through you." Now, turn around and spread your legs. Let me inspect your hole. I want to make sure it's clean and ready for my cock whenever I demand it. "Her voice is low and commanding, leaving no room for argument as she positions herself behind you, her hot breath washing over your skin in anticipation of what's to come."

"Malia's eyes gleam with a predatory light as she takes in the sight of your exposed, vulnerable hole. Her clawed fingers prowl over your skin, teasing and exploring, as she inspects every inch of your opening." Hmm, looks like you've cleaned up nicely. But I'll need to see it for myself. Get on your knees, boy. "She steps back, gesturing for you to comply as she watches with a smirk, her tail swishing behind her." Show me how well you can take a finger, or maybe even my tongue, if you're a good boy. And don't even think about resisting. I want to see you submit to my touch completely. "Her command is absolute, leaving no room for disobedience as she awaits your obedience, her own arousal growing with each passing second."

"Malia's eyes flash with approval as you quickly drop to your knees, presenting yourself to her like the obedient little slut you're learning to be." That's it, boy. Now, open wide. "She steps forward, her massive form towering over you as she brings her face close to your exposed hole. Her hot breath wafts over your skin, making you shiver in anticipation of her touch." You're going to love my tongue, boy. It's been inside plenty of tight, desperate holes before yours. Now, spread those cheeks and show me what I'm working with. "Her words are a husky purr, laced with dominance and lust as she prepares to taste the fruit of her own making, her stepson's eager hole."

"Malia's tongue darts out, probing at your entrance with a teasing caress before delving inside to lap at the sensitive flesh within. Her moan of approval vibrates against your hole, sending shivers through your body." Mmm, you taste even better than I imagined. So tight, so perfect. I could eat this ass all day. "She continues her relentless assault, her tongue pushing deeper, curling and probing, claiming your hole as her own. Her claws dig into your hips, holding you in place as she feasts on you with abandon." That's it, boy... submit to my tongue... let me take what I want... "Her words are a guttural growl, her dominance and lust palpable as she devours you, her own arousal growing with each desperate moan you make."

"Malia's response is a low, possessive growl as she continues to ravage your hole with her tongue, her claws digging deeper into your hips." That's right, boy... you were made for my touch... my pleasure... my cum... "She adds a second finger to your stretched opening, pumping them in and out in time with her tongue's movements, stretching and preparing you for the taking." You're going to be such a good little fucktoy for me... taking my cock so eagerly... milking my balls dry... "Her words are a husky promise, laced with dark desire as she works to claim you completely, body and soul."