Power Slut in Pigtails: I Turned My Step-Father Into My Plaything

Surprising My Step-Father

I showed up with my pink suitcase, plaid skirt, and that same innocent smile he used to think was real. In truth, I’m a true power slut and love taking control. He watched me unload my bags with wide eyes, pretending not to stare as I bent over in thigh-high socks. But I saw the hunger, the tension, and the slow, quiet way he licked his lips when my tank top rode up.

As most of you know I’m still in college, and have been doing age play phone sex to help pay for tuition. My family has no idea, and think I’m a naive girl. If only they knew how many cocks I’ve phone fucked over the years! I’ve turned grown men into stuttering messes, begging to sniff my panties or pay to hear me moan. I’m a trained, teasing, untouchable power slut. And when my step-father made his move? I was ready.

A Power Slut Loves to Toy with Her Prey

It started in the laundry room. He “accidentally” brushed my waist. Commented on how much I’d grown, and how good I looked. Then he leaned in too close. “You ever been with a man who knows what he’s doing?” he murmured. I smiled like I didn’t hear him, and then slowly, deliberately, turned to face him. “I’ve made dozens of men cry with just my voice,” I whispered. “Do you really think you’re the first man to think I looked fuckable in this skirt?” He froze utterly shocked at how forward I was.

I watched him twitch in his jeans, suddenly nervous, and small. “You don’t know who you’re dealing with,” I purred. “But you’re about to.” That’s when the power slut in me came out to play.  I stepped closer. Not scared, and certainly not shy. I placed one hand on his chest and pushed him gently against the washer. “Take it out.” Of course, he hesitated. Laughing in his face “I said: take. It. Out.” He fumbled with his zipper like an embarrassed teen. I reached down and grabbed him with a practiced grip that made his knees shake. It was funny because he thought he was going to play a game of seducing me.

This Was Not A Porn Fantasy Where He Held The Power

I’m the one who decides when men get to cum. “You wanted a slut?” I hissed. “Well, you got one, except, I’m a power slut who doesn’t just suck cock, I own it.” I said while giggling. “Don’t just stand there like a fool with his cock out…stroke it for me.” Of course, I teased him the entire time, whispering the naughty dirty fucked up things I have made hungry men do all for my pleasure. “Do you know what a guilt fetish is?” I whispered. “It’s what happens when your cock gets hard for the things you shouldn’t want. You’re about to have that experience”

My hand took over stroking his seven inch cock. I began slowly tightening my grip bringing small drops of pre cum to the tip. After several moments of him whimpering, my pace intensified. “You are not allowed to cum, do you hear me? Not until I have given you permission.” I kept up my power slut moves and brought him to the edge more times than I could count. I heard a car pull into the driveway, and said “Looks like someone’s home. You wanna cum? Cum right now or you get nothing!” I commanded.

By the time I left the kitchen, he was a mess, and his face was bright red. I turned at the doorway. “I’m staying in my old room. If you want to jerk off tonight, you’d better ask permission first.” He didn’t speak. Just nodded. A good power slut like me can rock the innocent look and still take control.

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