Cassie Stevens was disgusted with herself. She hated what she had become.
First she had cheated on her husband. Then she was blackmailed into cheating a second time – by her son Mark's best friend no less. But worst of all, deep down she knew that she was beginning to enjoy the affair with her new young lover. She was truly starting to take great pleasure in being completely submissive to young Gary, in being his whore. His slut. His completely.
She soon found herself constantly fantasizing about the next time he would demand sex from her, continually remembering how good it felt when he demeaned her and fucked her like a total whore. Cassie would even imagine being used by her adulterous lover every time she made love to her husband – a practice that lead to some amazing sex between her and Jack, the unfortunate cuckold who had absolutely no idea that the reason for him having the best intercourse of his life was his wife's sinful desires for another man.
But despite her intense and lustful thoughts of Gary, she knew they were wrong, and she hated herself for having them. She was ashamed to admit to herself that the depraved events that had occurred between them had unleashed some kind of inner slut within her. Cassie loved her husband, but the feelings that her affair with her son's friend brought out of her exhilarated her in a way she never thought possible – and certainly in a way she had never experienced with Jack.
It had been several weeks since their last rendezvous and she found herself in an almost desperate state to be taken once again by her young lover. Fortunately for her, one afternoon her desperation would finally be replaced by some other familiar, if not wicked feelings.
Cassie was in almost total shock when she opened the door and saw Gary standing there. He had not called or emailed her to tell her he was coming - a dangerous proposition, if her husband had happened to be home from work for some reason that day. Still, despite her surprise and concern over the unannounced visit from her sexual blackmailer, she could not help but feel the sense of excitement race through her body as he took it upon himself to show himself into her house.
"Gary, what... what are you doing here?" she stammered as he shut the door behind him. "You can't just... what if Jack was here?"
"It's two o'clock in the afternoon on a Wednesday," he replied smugly. "Jack ain't here."
Nervously, Cassie followed him into the living room as he sauntered over to the couch, making himself right at home.
"You should've called," she said, standing in front of him as he made himself comfortable. "You should've told me you wanted to meet."
"Well, I'm here now." Gary arrogantly answered as his eyes darted up and down, checking her out.
She actually found herself a bit disappointed that she had not been able to prepare her appearance in anticipation of his visit. Not that she looked bad, but she knew that that inner slut of hers would have felt a lot more sexy and dirty if she were wearing something a bit more provocative and revealing when her lover had arrived.
Cassie was wearing a somewhat standard outfit for an average day around the house. She had on a pair of fairly snug denim blue jeans that fit her forty-year-old body just right in all the right places and a tight white cotton tank top, rather low-cut and showing off her bra-less bosom quite adequately. Her gorgeous head of loose blonde curls fell to her shoulders and her long wavy bangs were swept to the side in an easy, casual style.
"Have you missed me Cassie?" he asked with a sly smile on his face.
She felt the pang of guilt hit her as the answer screamed out in her mind 'Good God yes' – so she still tried to meander a bit of self control and self respect before immediately submitting to his sexual whims.
"What do you want this time Gary?" she asked quietly, unable to look him in the eye.
"Cassie," he replied sternly. "You didn't answer my question. Did you miss me?"
She bit her lip and took a deep breath, then turned to look at her tormentor and lover.
"Yes." She answered meekly.
"That's a good girl," he replied. "Doesn't it feel good to be honest? With both me and yourself?"
She did not say anything in response, just nodded her head timidly in agreement. It terrified her to be honest around him, the truth usually revolved around her deep-seeded slutty desires to be treated like a whore by him.
"Come here Cassie," he beckoned. "Come sit with me." He motioned for her to join him. Obediently she did as he told her, sitting to his right on the couch.
He reached out and placed his hands gently on either side of her face. Slowly he pulled her towards him and tenderly pressed his lips against hers. The warm, deliberate lip-lock was unlike he had ever kissed her before, almost loving. He pulled away slowly and smiled, almost genuinely.
"I want you to be honest with me today Cassie. Honest with yourself." He whispered to her. "Can you do that for me?" he asked.
Again, her only response was a bashful nod of concurrence.
"Good, good." He replied softly. "Now let's get comfortable. Today is all about pleasuring you."
She could hardly believe what she was hearing. Pleasuring her? The soft, tender kiss? She had no idea where he was going with this new attitude.
Gary lay down on the couch and positioned her on top of him, lying with her back to his front. His nose was buried in her golden locks and she could feel his hard manhood underneath her ass. His arms wrapped around her and his hands made their way to her chest. Just like the tenderness of his earlier kiss, his fingers gently grazed over her cotton covered breasts, rubbing softly over her stiffening nipples. She moaned in appreciation.
"Does that feel good Cassie?" he whispered through the bed of curls that blanketed his face.
"Yes," she breathed softly.
"Undo your jeans Cassie." He ordered.
Still enjoying her lover's hands caressing her excited tits, she did as she was told without hesitation. She quickly unbuttoned her jeans and slid the zipper down, exposing her damp lace panties.
"Now tell me what you'd like right now." He said.
"I want your fingers in my pussy." She answered truthfully, the honesty game coming quite naturally to her in her current state of arousal.
"I'm not going to do that right now Cassie." He replied, much to her dismay. "I want you to put your fingers in your cunt. I want you to masturbate for me."
She immediately felt a surge of energy between her legs. Never before had she pleasured herself in front of anyone – not even her husband. Being told to do so made her want to do even more wanton things with this young stud. Dutifully she slid her right hand down and under the waistline of her panties. She let out a soft moan as she inserted her index finger into her moist snatch.
