My deal with the Devil!
I would be starting college in the fall and had been wasting away my summer playing video games. My dad was always gone on business trips, and my stepmother was usually out shopping or at the gym where she met my dad. So I had the house to myself most of the time.
On the Saturday afternoon in question, my stepmother just got home from whatever or whoever she was doing, and my dad was out of town on "business" again. But I didn't really care how screwed up my dad and stepmother's lives were since I would be going to college soon and wouldn't have to deal with them anymore!
Speak of the devil!
"Hey, I'm going to take a shower. So speak now or forever hold it," my stepmother shouted from the bathroom.
After mom took the house in the divorce, dad bought a small bungalow with only one bathroom, and of course, I suddenly had to piss like a racehorse!
"Just a minute. I really need to go!" I replied.
When I got to the bathroom. I stopped in the doorway and stared at my stepmother as she stood in front of the mirror, casually removing her makeup in her underwear.
She is thirty-six and stands five-foot-three with short spiky bottle-blond hair. I couldn't help but notice her huge paid-for DD tits and hard nipples showing through the thin white cotton of her tank top. Not to mention her skimpy white lace panties.
I cleared my throat to let her know I really needed to use the bathroom!
"Oh, it's okay. Come on in and do your business. It's not like I haven't seen your cock before," she sarcastically chuckled as she continued wiping at her makeup.
I tried to protest. "But I hav..."
She sharply cut me off with a condescending tone. "But nothing! If you're shy, sit down and pee like a girl."
"Okay-okay," I relented.
I really needed to piss and squeezed past my stepmother to get to the toilet. Then I quickly dropped my pants, sat, and held my legs tight together with my head down.
"Well, come on. Go already. Don't be shy," my stepmother said mockingly.
"I'm trying," I replied.
I was counting down from ten in my head. Sometimes that helps, and to my relief, it worked, and my piss started to flow.
Then I looked up to see my stepmother standing in front of me with her hands on her hips as she stared at my crotch with a big leering grin.
My eyes wandered down to her tits and then lower to her skimpy lace panties, and my flow slowed to a trickle as my cock hardened.
"Is it hard to pee through a chubby?" she asked in a low, almost menacing voice.
I turned red and started to defensively reply, "I don't have a chu..."
She sharply cut me off and shook her finger in my face.
"Don't lie. You obviously like what you see! I've seen you trying to peek at me when I'm undressing, and you're always trying to peek when I'm taking a shower or going to the bathroom. You little pervert!" She scolded.
"Mom, I wouldn't do tha..."
Again, she cut me off.
"Don't mom me. Just because your limp dick father said, you should call me mom. I'm not your mother. I'm your wicked stepmother! Lori, and don't you forget it!" She angrily admonished me.
"I'm sorry, Lori," I whimpered apologetically.
"That's better! So, you like seeing your wicked stepmother in just my undershirt and panties?" she inquired snidely.
"Well -- uh," I stammered.
"Yeah, that's what I thought," Lori quipped with a leering grin.
Then she slid her hands up the front of her shirt and began caressing her tits through that thin fabric. She cupped, squeezed, and brushed her fingertips over her hard nipples as she stared at my crotch.
"Do you like my tits?" she asked.
"Yes, Lori," I sheepishly replied as my very hard cock tried to push up between my closed legs.
"Oh, just let it out," she chortled.
"Hell, you're always leaving your bedroom door ajar when you jerk off," then she added with a sexy lilt, "and you're not the only one who likes to peek!"
I spread my legs a little, and my rock-hard cock sprang out. Her smile widened, and she started more aggressively cupping and squeezing her tits through her undershirt.
"Do you want to touch them?" she asked with a daring edge in her voice.
"It sure looks like you want to," she said as she rolled her nipples between her fingers.
"Y -- yes," I stammered.
I couldn't believe this was happening!
Lori had an evil edge in her leering grin as she put her hands on her hips and stepped forward.
"Well, come on! What are you waiting for?" she taunted.
"I still have my undershirt on, so you wouldn't really be touching them."
I wanted to touch them so badly, but this wasn't right; this was just crazy, I thought as I started to raise my hands and hesitated.
"Go ahead. They won't bite," she said with a soft encouraging tone.
I lightly laid my hands on her tits, and my cock started to twitch at the feel of her hard nipples in the palms of my hands as I gently squeezed.
Then her smile turned dark as she grabbed my wrists and pulled my hands tight against her tits.
"So, what do you think your father will say when I tell him how you came into the bathroom, got a hard-on, and grabbed my tits!" she asked with an evil threatening tone.
What the hell! I thought as I yanked my hands away, scared and confused.
"You said I could! Oh man, don't tell dad. Please, please don't tell my dad!" I pleaded with my head spinning.
"I don't know? I mean... What's in it for me?" she asked coldly.
"I'm sure he'll believe me. I've told him about you peeking at me. He said you were just being a teenager and blew it off. But this: he will be pissed!"
"Please, Lori. Please don't tell him. I'll do anything!" I pleaded.
"Hmm... Anything! Well, your useless father is always gone on business trips, and you do have a nice cock. But I don't know," she said pensively.
"Please, whatever you want. Just don't tell my dad," I groveled with tears welling in my eyes.
Lori stood there with her hands on her hips and stared at me in deep thought. Then her eyebrows raised as a wicked smile crossed her face.
"Whatever I want, hmm... Would you be my slave?" she mused.
"Y -- your slave," I stammered.
What did she mean by that?
"Well?" she asked impatiently.
"Or, am I going to tell your father," she threatened with a harsh tone and that wicked smile!
"Okay, okay! Just don't tell my dad, and I'll do it. I'll do whatever you want," I implored.
"What will you do?" Lori asked with an evil lilt as her smile grew even more wicked!
"Alright-alright! I'll be your slave," I whimpered.
"We'll see. I'm not so sure you can handle it," she stated flatly.
"Please, Lori! I'll do it. I'll be your slave. Just don't tell my dad. Oh, please-please-please!" I pleaded.
"Okay. But from now on, you will only call me Lori, and you will do what I tell you to do when I tell you to do it, no questions asked. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Lori," I replied, feeling like I just made a deal with the Devil!
"Good... Now... I need a name for you. A slave name! So you will know when you must do as your told," she said, as she stroked her chin in deep thought.
Then her smile widened, and she began to chuckle.
"Slut-puppy! Yes... I like it. Because you're just a puppy, and you will be my little slut! Now, let's see if you understand what (you will do what I tell you to do when I tell you to do it) really means," Lori menacingly stated as she grinned down at my cock.
"Aww... You've lost your hard-on, Slut-puppy. Did I scare you?" she asked with mock sweetness, then growled, "Start stroking your cock, and you better get it hard."
"NOW!" She yelled harshly.
"Yes, Lori," I croaked as I grabbed my completely limp cock and tentatively stroked it.
"Oh, come-on. You can do better than that. I've watched you jerk-off before, remember? Maybe this will help?" she chided, her wicked grin wide and eager, as she pulled her undershirt off and tossed it on the floor.
Then she stepped up to me and put her awesome tits right in front of my face.
"That's better. Stroke it faster.
I said faster!"
Lori barked.
She squeezed and caressed her tits as I jerked my rock-hard cock faster and faster.
"Don't you dare cum, Slut-puppy!" she warned.
"If you cum before I say. I will squeeze your balls so hard they will hurt for a week!"
"Yes, Lori," I squeaked out in shame, mesmerized by her tits as I stroked a little faster.
"Suck my tits!" she ordered as she leaned in closer and squeezed her tits together until her nipples almost touched.
"Come-on, Slut-puppy. Suck-em!"
I lightly placed my lips over her nipples, and my cock started to throb in my hand. I slowed my pace in fear of what she would do to my nuts as I gently sucked and ran my tongue around her hard nipples.
"That's nice!" Lori crooned softly.
"You like sucking your wicked stepmother's titties. Don't you, Slut-puppy?"
"Yes, Lori," I mumbled with my mouth full of her sweet nipples and stopped stroking as my cock danced in my still hand.
"That's enough titty for now," she said as she pulled her tits out of my mouth and stepped back.
Then she slid her right hand over the crotch of her lace panties and began
rubbing her pussy.
