Cassie Stevens was conflicted. She had already somehow managed, in her own mind, to reconcile the ongoing affair she was having with her son's best friend, now it was the nature of their adulterous relationship that she was struggling to come to terms with. Deep down, she knew that Gary had slowly turned her from a respectful 42-year-old wife and mother into his personal subservient fuck-toy. He made her feel, say, want and even do things that she had never thought she was capable of. She hated him. At least she wanted to hate him. But she could not. He had unleashed something deep within her, made her think and feel things that she desperately wished she did not.
It had only been about a week since the last depraved, submissive act her young lover coerced her into performing, and Cassie was still trying to come to terms with what had transpired. As soon as Gary had called her and told her he was coming over, the memories of what she had done would not stop racing through her mind. Part of her was terrified of what he might want from her next, but another part was stimulated in a way that words alone could not define.
As she opened the door, a tinge of exhilaration shot through her body as her eyes came upon her dominating lover. Without fail, every time she saw him now her pussy involuntarily began to dampen. She watched as he strolled into the house like he owned it, shamefully eyeballing his youthful and athletic build like a horny schoolgirl. Her heart rate increasing by the second, she followed him into the living room.
"So, you still mad at me?" He asked with an arrogant smirk tattooed across his lips. "Ready to kiss and make up?"
"I don't..." she stumbled, hating how he always seemed to know exactly what she was thinking.
Cassie was mad at him. She was always furious after he forced her into participating in his depraved sexual whims. But just like he knew, it never took very much for him to make her forget her anger and jump right back into an active role in their twisted affair.
"Let's not play games and pretend like we both don't know how this is going to play out." He continued, pompously vocalizing what they both knew.
No matter how much of a sexual stranglehold he had on her lustful desires, his dominance over her will power was still crushing to her spirit. Even though she had purposely not put forth a huge effort into her appearance for this particular visit -- her own, half-hearted way of showing her displeasure with him -- as she felt his gaze on her body, she instantly found herself wishing she was wearing something sexier.
It was not as thought she did not look good in her cotton candy pink, slim-fit fleece skinny crop pants with a drawstring waist, drapey, white off-the-shoulder t-shirt with heather grey tank top hiding underneath. But she knew that her inner bad girl wanted to unleash the slut that she had become whenever she was around him. She even began thinking about what she could have done different with her hair, even though her luscious bouncy curls looked just fine pulled tightly back into a billowing blonde ponytail.
"So, do you want to talk about it?" Gary asked, catching her off-guard as he moved closer to her.
"No." She whispered, turning her head to avoid making eye contact with him.
"I think you do." He countered, once again flaunting his control over her.
Without another word, and with only a half-hearted bit of resistance from her, he forced her down onto the couch with him, pulling her on top of him with her back to his front. She could feel his already stiff cock pressing against her ass and his warm breath on her neck. Electricity shot through her entire body.
"Are you sure you don't want to talk about it?" He whispered as his arms wrapped around her torso and hands moved onto her chest.
"Please don't..." she whimpered, humiliated and aroused at the same time as his fingers moved over her stiffening nipples.
"C'mon now," he encouraged mockingly. "I know you've been thinking about it."
Cassie squeezed her eyes shut, ashamed at hearing the truth spoken. As his hands slid off of her tits and began moving south, she made a weak attempt at grabbing his wrists and stopping him from what they both knew was the inevitable next stage in this sick little production.
"Gary, please..." she protested meekly as his strong arms easily broke her grasp and proceeded to undo her drawstring.
She could not help but let out a tiny gasp as his right hand wandered from her waist, sliding underneath her pants but staying on top of her panties. His touch was so light that she could hardly even feel his fingers through the thin cotton material as he barely grazed her swollen lips. Immediately she began to get wet, and in turn his fingers quickly located her slippery spot.
"Tell me what happened the other day at the motel." He breathed in her ear, her legs beginning to spread almost involuntarily. "Tell me what this bad girl did."
"I can't..." she almost sobbed, her hips starting to swivel and push her crotch up toward his fingers. "Please."
"Yes you can." He pushed, finally slipping his hand inside her panties and slipping the tip of one of his fingers in between her lips. "Let's give us both what we want."
Slowly he guided his finger gently over her slit, spreading her juices from top to bottom. His feathery touch was driving her insane with an all too familiar lust. She bit her lower lip and tried to push his hand further down. Delighting in his power over her, he at last allowed one of his fingers to slip inside her. He chuckled lightly as he watched her buck her hips, trying desperately to get him to finger fuck her.
"Tell me." He implored, the solitary finger slowly exploring inside her pussy as his thumb began ever so delicately rubbing her clit. "Tell me what this slut did."
Cassie could not take it any more. She needed to get off and they both knew the combination that was going to do it.
"I had a threesome." She finally relented, giving into the submission once again. "I fucked two men at once."
"That's a good girl." Gary commended, sliding another finger inside her cunt while he continued rubbing her clit with his thumb. "Did you like it?"
"Yes, God help me yes." She whimpered, squirming on top of him and grinding her pussy against his hand.
"You've wanted that for a long time, haven't you?" He asked, his fingers curling inside her as she spread her legs further. "You've fantasized about two men fucking you."
