Letter from the author: This story is about a young man who dominates older vulnerable women. If you find this offensive please find another story. Comments are welcome and e-mail feedback is always appreciated. Thanks to those who have e-mailed me. Your feedback really means a lot.
Thanks to Novelista for the editing.
Goamz86
Abby spent the next few days trying to keep from calling Jake. No matter how she rationalized what she had done, she felt horribly guilty and no longer wanted to betray the trust of her husband. She desperately tried to satisfy the need Jake had re-awakened in her with his big cock, nasty talk and pure animalism, but she could not fulfill that enormous need Jake had created again in her sex life. So, a few days after the last meeting in his apartment, Abby found Jake’s number in her wallet and called.
Jake let his voicemail pick up, as he always did when he did not recognize the number. He retrieved the message and didn’t return her call. Abby called two more times in the next three hours, and after listening to her desperate plea to see him, Jake waited another hour before finally calling back.
Abby was on the couch in the living room, she panicked when her cell phone rang and she recognized the number as Jake’s. Her daughter Becca was in the kitchen, and she didn’t want her to question who was calling. She contemplated letting her voice mail get it, but she had waited all afternoon for his call and she didn’t want to miss it or have him get pissed off and not call back. She grabbed her cell and flipped it open and whispered into it.
“Hello?”
“Hello my married slut.” He said.
Noticing she had whispered he asked, “Why are you whispering? Is your limp dicked husband there?”
“No, my daughter.” She snapped, offended by his comment about her husband.
“Your daughter?” He said a bit surprised. “How old is she?”
“19.” She whispered.
“19, hmmmmm, nice. Is she as big a slut as her mom?” he teased.
“Stop that, don’t speak about her like that.” She said with as stern a voice as she could muster while still whispering.
“I can’t talk about her that way, but you don’t mind if I call her mom a dirty whore, do you?” He replied.
Even with her daughter only a few feet away, the tone of his voice and his words stirred something in Abby and her pussy instinctively dampened.
“Yes I mind.” She tried to say with conviction, but it was a lie. She didn’t mind if he called her that, and in fact, she wanted him to call her that. It made her feel wicked and sexy and intensely desirable.
“You know you love it when I call you a dirty slut, especially when my cock is in your mouth. Isn’t that right?” Jake said with authority.
Abby could not deny it. She did love it. “Yes.” She answered quietly.
Becca suddenly appeared in the living room. She had heard her mom’s cell ring, but didn’t hear any conversation. “Mom, did I hear your phone ring?”
Abby was petrified. She didn’t know what to do.
“I knew you did.” Jake’s voice sounded into her ear clearly. “I know exactly what you like. You like my big, thick cock in your tight, fat ass don’t you?”
In a panic, Abby improvised. “Oh no mom, it’s no inconvenience. You know you can call anytime.” Abby said loudly into the phone.
Becca acknowledged her mother’s conversation and sat down on the chair across from her to watch TV.
“Uh oh…….. is your daughter close?” Jake asked, recognizing the change in her voice, and the non-sense Abby was speaking.
“Be careful, you don’t want her to find out what an adulteress tramp her mom is.” Jake sneered.
Abby’s pussy was so wet now that she needed to do something. The fear of getting caught and Jake’s words were making her hotter than an egg in a frying pan. She said more pointless words to Jake, “Oh, well it will be fine mom, don’t worry.”
“Put something slutty on and be at my house in ten minutes.” He ordered.
“I can’t mom; I need to make dinner for Travis and the girls.” She replied. “Can I make it tomorrow after the girls leave for school?”
“Listen, you get your married cheatin’ ass into something appropriate and be at my house in 10 minutes or you can forget about ever having my cock in your pussy, or your mouth, or your ass ever again.” He told her.
“I will do my best mom, but if I can’t get there, I will be there in the morning.” She assured Jake.
“If you don’t make it in 10, now 9 minutes, don’t ever worry about calling again.” He scolded her, and then he hung up.
“OK mom, I‘ll be there in a few minutes.” She said into a dead phone, which she limply flipped closed.
In a panic, Abby told Becca she would have to make dinner for Travis and her sister, because gramma was having a problem. She told her she would be back in a bit, and if she needed her, she needed to call her on her cell. “Don’t call gramma, because she is waiting for an important phone call.”
Abby rushed to her room and grabbed some of her sluttiest undergarments, threw them in a grocery bag and ran out the door. She was at Jake’s apartment in six minutes, but she was not dressed. She didn’t want to be late, but she knew he would be angry if she was not appropriately dressed. So in her car, in broad daylight, she had to undress, put on a one-piece teddy, stockings and high heels. Then she put her coat on to cover it all up. She walked as fast as her heels would allow, and she arrived at his door, 12 minutes after Jake had hung up.
When she knocked, there was no answer. She knocked again. No answer. Her cell phone rang. It was Jake.
“Hello?” she answered, wondering why he was calling her.
“You’re late.” He told her.
“I got here as fast as I could.” She told him. “Where are you?”
“I’m inside looking at you through the peep hole.” He informed her.
“Please let me in, I don’t want to be seen out here like this.” Her desperation was clear.
“Like what?” Jake asked.
“Like this, I am not properly dressed for public.” She whined.
“Show me.” He commanded.
“What?” she asked.
“Open your coat and show me.” He ordered.
Abby looked around and slowly opened her coat so Jake could see what was inside it.
“Very nice.” He told her. “You are a naughty, little slut.”
Abby blushed at his compliment.
“However, you took to long, so you need to be punished. Take off your coat, and stand there until I decide to let you in.”