David Hastings grabbed his duffel from the back seat of his beater car and headed towards his dad, Bill's house. Bill had been divorced from David's mom for a decade and had remarried about 5 years ago to a trophy named Stephanie.
David was not looking forward to living at home with the bimbo and the 'rent, but he had just graduated college and had no clue what to do now. He planned to stay the summer while he searched for a job. He could not escape fast enough as far as he was concerned. Stephanie was nice enough but David really couldn't see what she saw in his dad considering she was closer to David's age than Bill's.
He let himself in because he technically lived there, right? He headed up to his room as he passed the master bedroom he heard moaning. The door was ajar slightly, not enough to see inside, but who wanted to see their dad boning anyway. He was about to walk past when he heard his father say, "Get on your knees and suck me you slut. All I want to hear is slurp and gag from you right now."
David stopped moving away and leaned closer. He could hear the sounds of a wet sloppy blow job going on. He was afraid to push the door any wider because the hinges could creak then they would know he was there. So he just listened.
"That is what Daddy needs. A cum dump to take his load. Play with those tits, what else are they good for? Make it hurt cunt or I will do it for you." He groaned as the was a particularly loud gag from her.
David felt his cock press hard against the inside of his jeans. This was hot as fuck. He tried not to think about the fact that it was his dad, but Stephanie being a submissive little cum slut was way hot. "Throat that cock, you useless bag of cock holes. Get it fucking deep. I want your nose flat on my stomach you whore."
She made a long moan, then silence except his excited breathing. He growled and David could tell that he was cumming. That was his cue to leave and come back in.
As David was making his way back outside, Stephanie was wiping the cum spit and tears from her chin. "See honey, I told you you could do it if you tried. That was a very good effort at taking control. When you come back from your trip I will have an extra special surprise for doing such a good job today." She stood up and patted Bill's ass with a wink before she went to the bathroom to clean up. She was so wet and horny but she had taken Bill's only load in her throat so there was very little she could expect from him at this point. On top of that, Bill's boy-worthless, was expected soon.
Stephanie changed out of the leather halter top and boy shorts she was wearing into a maxi dress with a cardigan. She headed down stairs to find Bill and start dinner. David was with him in the family room carrying a duffel bag, obviously just having arrived. Stephanie smiled and went over to give the 22 year old leach a quick hug.
David was still caught up in what he had heard, so he held a little longer and pressed a little harder than he usually did when hugging the Step Mommy. There was no love lost between the two of them. Their relationship had always had an icy twinge to it. Stephanie looked oddly at him as she pulled back. David just smirked at her and headed up to store his stuff.
Stephanie went into the kitchen to prepare dinner. Bill came in to help.
"Was the dirty talk too much?" He asked biting his lip.
"No sweetie, it is like I told you, you did a great job taking control. You need to have that power when you go on this trip. I am of course going to take it all away when you get back." Stephanie laughed as she peeled a potato. "I know you are going to need some stress relief when you get home. 2 weeks is a long time for you to go without it."
"Yes, Miss." Bill moved about the kitchen pulling out ingredients and helping with preparations for dinner. That is how David found him when he came back down working as a team, getting the job done quickly.
Dinner was not a gourmet meal, but it was tasty and filling. After dinner, Bill asked David to help clean up as he and Stephanie were going to bed since Bill was leaving early the next morning for a two week business trip. David agreed and cleaned the kitchen before he retired early as well.
Bill had been gone for a couple of hours before Stephanie heard David moving around. She set the coffee pot to brew and grabbed the paper. She pulled out the classified ads and placed them next to the coffee machine.
David entered the kitchen and instantly saw the hint on the counter. He grabbed the coffee and paper and sat at the breakfast bar. Stephanie was preparing some sort of bread across the room and David watched her. Once again she was in a long dress and a bulky sweater. David looked at her clothes with distaste. "You are not very good at your job, are you?" He asked too casually.
"I am sorry?" Stephanie asked without turning around.
"You do know that as a slut trophy wife your job is to be enticing, right? I mean you want the gravy train to keep running you should try to be appealing. What self respecting cum slut covers that much skin? If I were your ATM I would fucking expect short skirts, tight tops and no underwear. I would want your tits hanging free, nips hard and that cunt wet." David said then downed his coffee, grabbed the paper and left.
Stephanie exhaled slowly as the front door closed. She looked down at her clenched fist and told herself to relax. There is no way that he was a Dom, he was just being an ass. That is what she told herself, but fifteen minutes after he left she headed upstairs to properly attire.
That afternoon, David headed back to the house frustrated from a day of spinning his wheels. He entered the house and went in search of the resident bimbo. Stephanie was in the back yard when he found her tending to the bird feeders. Instantly he noticed that she was dressed exactly as he said she should be. He couldn't tell about the underwear but that was an easy fix.
"Stupid cunt, you dropped the bird seed bag." David called out sneering. Stephanie started a little unaware that he had returned, but immediately crouched to pick up the bag. "What the fuck? You wear a skirt that short and you don't make sure that men look up it? You are a fucking waste of skin. Some trophy my dad got. Maybe the boobie prize of trophies."
Stephanie stood and bent at the waist spreading her feet so that there was no obstruction of his view all the way to her glistening slit. Waxed smooth and wet as a river, perfect example of a cum catching slut. She stood up and walked over the trash can, slowly so that David could see her tits sway with each step.
"I am going to go shower. Let me know when dinner is ready."
Stephanie gripped the deck rail as he retreated inside. Why was this happening? 5 years of coaching her husband to take the control at times and nothing to show for it. This brat of a man is in the house less than 24 hours and he was getting very close to cracking her shell. She inhaled deeply then went in to prepare dinner.
Dinner was basic spaghetti with jar sauce, but she put it on the table and headed up to get David. She knocked on his door and waited for him to open the door. "Dinner is ready." She said. He cocked his brow and waited. "...Sir"
"I will be right down. You should dress for dinner. What kind of bimbo doesn't wear heels to dinner? Jesus, it's like you don't even have a mirror." David sneered before slamming the door in her face.
Stephanie went directly to her closet and pulled out a tube dress and matching 5" heels. She dressed quickly and reapplied her make up with a heavy hand. She drew garish red lipstick over her lips and pulled her long hair out of the bun she had worn all day. The bun had curled her golden brown hair so it looked sexy as hell floating around her unfettered breasts. She looked closely at the mirror and nodded before heading down to serve dinner.
David smiled at the picture of Step Slut in her new outfit. She was following each insult as if they were directives. She was ripe for this. As she served the pasta, he reached out and pulled her hair hard so her head came back. He inspected her make up and nodded. In the exchange she had spilled some pasta on the floor. David took a seat at the head of the table and looked down at the floor. He glanced up at her then pointedly back at the mess. When she turned and bent at the waist he reached over and slapped her ass hard.
"Bitches do not waste food, are you fucking stupid? Eat it, you fucking dog."
She dropped to her knees and without using her hands began to clean up the food. She used her tongue to pull the strands into her mouth, then sucked them up slowly. When the pasta was gone she proceeded to lick the floor until no trace remained.
