Cassie Stevens could barely recognize the woman in the mirror looking back at her. Not physically, but rather in the sense of not knowing exactly who this 42-year-old wife and mother had become.
She had been weak. Cheated on her husband, got caught and blackmailed, and cheated again. Now, not only was she in the midst of a full blown affair with her son's best friend, she had also become an almost completely submissive slut to the young man. He made her feel things, say things, and want things that she had never imagined possible.
Staring at the woman in the mirror, a part of her tried to convince herself that it was not really her. That she was not this submissive sexual deviant, full of sinful desires and a wanton need to be dominated and used.
But she knew that she was that woman.
Taking a deep breath, Cassie shut her eyes and refocused on the task at hand. Opening her eyes, she once again looked at the woman in the mirror. It was all her.
She looked good. Smiling, she started at the bottom and made her way up, admiring the sexy reflection before her. Black peep-toe pumps with four and a half inch heels; dark nylon stockings running thigh high; a black lace garter skirt covering a barely there thong; and a matching bra -- plunging and push up. Soft, layered blonde bouncy blonde curls fell onto her shoulders. Bright red lipstick polished off the look. She looked like a naughty pin-up girl.
Finally finished staring at herself, and quite certain her young lover would approve, she sauntered over to the bed and grabbed the final piece of her outfit -- a flirty little black v-neck dress. Slipping into the thin fabric of the garment, a tingle of anticipation shot through her body at the thought of what the evening might bring.
Gary had told her to meet him at a hotel about an hour away from her home. At first she was more than a little apprehensive about the possibility of being seen with him in public, but it had not taken him long to convince her that her fears were unwarranted and that the hotel was far enough away that no one they knew would ever be there. Relenting, she had agreed to rendezvous with him the next time her husband was out of town on business. The thought of spending an entire evening with her blackmailer-turned-lover had her mind, heart and libido racing for weeks.
Cassie arrived at the out-of-the-way hotel about twenty minutes earlier than he had instructed. She did not want to be late, and in her anxious state she had made the trip from home in a much shorter period of time than she had expected. Since he had made the arrangements for the room, she was to meet him in the lobby bar for a cocktail before they headed upstairs to begin their night of who-knows-what kind of sex.
She took a seat at a table in the corner and ordered a vodka martini. Nervously she glanced around the bar, praying to herself that she did not spot anyone she knew. Sipping her drink, she fidgeted anxiously as she awaited her lover's arrival. The small hotel bar had about 15-20 patrons that night, with about two-thirds of them being male. She passed the time by admiring a few of the men, even letting her dirty mind wander a bit and imagining herself in bed with a couple of them. Soon enough she caught herself and shook the wicked fantasies out of her head, shocked by how easily it was for her now to visualize herself fucking complete strangers after just a glance.
Finally, the one man she did not had to merely imagine making love to came into the bar. She could not help but smile and offer up a little wave as she made eye contact with him.
"Don't we look sexy tonight?" Gary complimented as he made his way to the table and slid into the chair beside her.
"Um, thanks." She replied quietly, not wanting to draw attention to them.
His hand quickly slipped down onto her thigh and his lips made their way to her neck.
"Gary!" She jumped at his touch, her nerves getting the best of her.
"Nervous are we?" He asked, pulling his face away from hers but his hand remaining on her upper leg.
"I just..." she hesitated, "let's just go up to the room."
"Now what fun would that be?" He replied with a sly grin.
Cassie's heart began to race. Both fear and excitement enveloped her immediately.
"What exactly did you have in mind?" She asked with a slight gulp, scared but aroused.
"Well, seeing how we know how much of a dirty slut you are," he began, smirking with the insult/compliment, "and seeing how you are the hottest piece of ass in this place, I thought we could play a little game."
Her heart rate stabilizing, she felt a tingle in between her legs as her anxiety began to fade away.
"A game?" She cooed. "What kind of game?"
"I wanna watch my little whore in action." Gary replied. "I wanna see how good this slut can flirt."
Immediately, she felt her pussy moisten as she recalled her earlier fantasies, though brief, of some of the men in the bar fucking her. She knew this was a dangerous little game they were about to play.
"I don't know..." she stared to protest, half-heartedly.
"Oh but I do." He interrupted sternly. "So why don't we start."
"Okay." She whispered - her submission beginning.
"Good." He smiled. "Now tell me slut, who should you flirt with tonight?"
"I don't know..." she replied sheepishly.
"Oh I bet you do." He countered. "A slut like you has probably already checked out the merchandise. Haven't you?"
Cassie blushed and turned her head away from him. She was both embarrassed and impressed that he could read her sexual impulses so well.
"You have, haven't you? You naughty little whore." He continued. "Were you in here undressing men with your eyes before I got here?"
"Maybe." She said with a half-smile, trying to battle the conflicting feelings within her.
"You little slut." Gary replied. "Tell me baby, were you picturing yourself fucking some of them?"
"Yes." She answered under her breath, her cunt on fire as she listened to his words.
"You are a very bad girl Cassie." He whispered in her ear. "A very bad slut."
"Yes." She nodded her head in agreement.
"Tell me what you are." He demanded.
"I'm a dirty slut." She replied, closing her eyes as she spoke. "I'm a cheating little whore."
"And what does my cheating little whore want?" He pushed.
"I wanna be bad." She answered. "I want you to watch me flirt like the teasing little slut I am, and then take me upstairs and fuck me all night long."
"That's a good little slut." Gary relied, his dominant smile seemingly permanently etched across his face. "Now I want you to walk over to the bar and show me what you've got."
Cassie opened her eyes and quickly scanned the men at the bar. She was tingling all over.
"Who?" She asked, her eyes never leaving the bar.
"The two guys to the left." He answered. "The one in the jeans smoking and drinking a beer with his buddy."
"Okay." She whispered.
"Go over there and ask them for a cigarette." He instructed.
"I don't smoke." She replied.
"You used to." He countered.
"I quit ages ago," she told him, "haven't had one in years"
"Well tonight you're going to," he replied with a smirk. "You do a lot of things now you haven't done in years, things you probably never thought you'd do, so one more won't matter."
"Okay." She agreed with a sigh.
Gary watched as she left the table and made her way over to the bar. The two men were probably in their early to mid-thirties, and he could see that they took an immediate interest in her when she sauntered up beside them. After about a minute of introductions he saw one of the guys pull out his pack of cigarettes and offer her one.
As Cassie took the cigarette and held it to her lips, her new friend pulled out his lighter, flicked it to life and held it in front of her. She half-closed her eyes and slightly parted her red, glossy lips around the cigarette. The warm smoke made her mouth tingle as she took a healthy pull as he lit it for her. Her lips tightened as she inhaled, a guilty feeling of forgotten pleasure washing over her as she filled her lungs. She pulled the cigarette away from her mouth and pursed her lips, an involuntary sigh slipping out as she exhaled a long stream of cascading smoke. Her nipples tingled and came to attention, and she almost immediately found herself returning the cigarette in between her lips and taking a second healthy drag, this time French inhaling and then exhaling slow and seductively, almost letting out a moan of satisfaction.
Smiling to himself, Gary watched as his submissive lover enjoyed her cigarette and flirted shamelessly with both of the men at the bar. She looked like a pro. Suggestive looks, the occasional touch of her hand against an arm, the way she curled the smoke from in between her lips. By the time she took a second cigarette and ordered a drink, he knew she was thoroughly enjoying their little game.
Enjoying it she was. As she spoke with the two men -- Rob and Kevin - she would take a healthy drag from her smoke and inhale it with enthusiasm. She would hold the cigarette up by her cheek and then cock her head back and blow a tight stream toward the ceiling in a very sexy pose. Occasionally she would lean in close to one of them, her hand resting on their arm and her chest slightly brushing up against them, and whisper something flirty to them.
Finally, after over twenty minutes of the show, Cassie excused herself, much to the disappointment of her two new fans, and made her way back over to the table. The grin on her face was large and mischievous.
"Well," Gary began as she slid in beside him, "did we enjoy ourselves?"
"Yes, we did." She replied with a wink.
"It certainly looked like you did." He said with a smile. "Did you like flirting while I watched?"
