Bad Girl

Cassie Stevens was a stunning woman. She kept herself in amazing shape, particularly for a mother of two, and for someone her age. At over 40 years old, she was still able to turn heads, and she knew it. Her body was a testament to the many hours she put in at the gym and in her yoga classes. She was slim and toned, with an ass women half her age would kill for. Her breasts were not exactly enormous, but were a decent size, and lacked the sag many of her friends experienced, again thanks to her commitment to physical fitness. Her facial features too, did not betray her age, as years of high priced facials and her natural beauty kept her youthful appearance intact. And her golden locks always looked perfect, whether tied back in a simple ponytail or cascading down to her shoulders in a waterfall of voluptuous curls. Indeed Cassie was a sight to behold.

Jack, Cassie’s husband of over twenty years, was a wealthy man, and like his wife, enjoyed the finer things in life. Of course, in order for them to keep up with such a lifestyle, he had to endure many late nights at the office and frequent business trips. He worked hard, and was good at what he did, but the long hours often took their toll on him, and quite often the time he did spend at home usually saw him either rundown or in a rather irritable mood. Cassie seemed to understand that this was the price they had to pay in order to have the lifestyle they had become accustom to, and throughout the years she had easily found ways to entertain herself when Jack was unavailable.

It was not until recently that Jack’s routine finally began to wear on Cassie. Throughout the years she had been able to busy herself with her various interests and hobbies, but mostly she focused on their only child, Mark. But he was getting older. Mark was already in his second year of university and was only home on holidays and for the summer. With her baby no longer a major draw on her time anymore, Cassie was left wanting more from her husband, and therefore found herself simply wanting more.

Cassie’s want soon turned into a deep desire for something more. A personal fulfillment that she just was not getting from her husband. He was a good man, and excellent provider for her and their son, but a deeper desire had begun to swell within Cassie, one that she felt obligated to explore…

Cassie felt guilty about the affair almost as soon as it happened. He was a good looking guy from her gym, about her age, whom she had struck up a bit of a friendship with while running on the treadmill. It only happened a couple of times, once at his place, and once, shamelessly in the back of his minivan in the parking lot of the gym. She was so ashamed of what she had done, the risk she had taken with her marriage and her family, for her own personal satisfaction. Shortly after that heated night in the parking lot she had told the man it was over and even switched gyms as to not tempt fate again. After about a month had gone by, Cassie finally started to feel normal again, and made a promise to herself to put the unfortunate incident behind her and forget it ever happened. But putting it behind her was not going to be as easy as Cassie had thought.

It was a random weekday afternoon, and Cassie decided to log on to her computer and check her email. Mark was usually pretty good about keeping in touch with his parents online and letting them know how things were going at school. She had skimmed through a few emails when she came across one from an address she did not recognize. Usually she would simply delete such a message, but the subject line caught her eye, “Been in any good minivans lately”? Cassie’s heart skipped a beat as she read the title. Was her one-time fling trying screwing around with her? If so, she was not amused. Angrily, she clicked on the email to open it. What she saw mortified her. In front of her, in full colour she saw three photos of herself, in that minivan, cheating on her husband. And there was no mistaking that it was her in those photos. Two of them captured her face dead-on, her expression in each, one of wanton lust and depravity. Her eyes filled with tears, and it was all she could do to scroll down to the text written below the damning pictures…

“You’ve been a very bad girl Cassie. Was so glad I was there to catch it. Was even happier that I happened to have my digital camera with me. We should probably get together soon to talk. I’ll be in touch, and don’t worry, if you decide not to acknowledge my messages, I’m sure your husband will know how I can get in touch with you. See you soon.”

Cassie broke down in tears. What had she done? Not only had she cheated on her husband, but now it looked like she had been caught doing it and was about to be blackmailed or something by God knows who. Her mind raced in a thousand directions at once. Who could this person be? What do they want? What should she do? It did not take long for her to realize that those answers would only come whenever her new friend decided to get in touch with her again.

It was only a few days later when she received a second email. This one included another photo, one of Cassie with her shirt pulled up over her breasts and her lover sucking on her nipples. There was no denying that this person, whoever they were, certainly had the goods on her. One look at these pictures by Jack and her marriage was most likely over. The message that followed below was just as frightening…

“We need to get together, and I’m sure you’d prefer to do it when hubby isn’t around. When’s the old man’s next trip out-of-town? I will come by then to see you. Trust me, you want to tell the truth on this one… you’d hate for me to pop by when Jack’s at home.”

Cassie took a deep breath to calm her nerves. She knew from the first email that her blackmailer wanted to meet face-to-face, she just did not expect it would be so soon. The message did offer her one piece of information though, this person was certainly familiar with her and Jack’s life, otherwise how would they would not know about his frequent business trips. Again her mind raced, thinking of all the people she knew who might be capable of this cruel torture. Quickly she stopped herself, deciding such a path would lead nowhere, other than complete distrust of just about everyone she knew. Once again she resigned herself to the fact that she was left with little choice but to go along with her tormentors requests, hoping to find the answers before certain photos found their way to her husband.

She had replied truthfully to her mysterious pen pal that Jack would be out of town for three days the following week. Cassie certainly did not want her husband anywhere near the house when this freak came by. Again, it did not take long for another email to come in, this one to confirm their meeting…

“Wednesday night, 9pm sharp. No games. Dress nice, I want this a formal meeting. You’re to be wearing stiletto heels, a short skirt, with stockings and garters, and a tight, low-cut blouse. And I want those sexy blonde curls of yours done right out of the salon. Be ready for me.”

Cassie’s heart sunk. Her worst fears were coming true. She had hoped that this guy (she was pretty sure it was a man at this point) was coming after her for hush money, to keep him from going to her husband, but she had considered the possibility that her blackmailer could want something else, namely sex. And now it was pretty obvious to her that sex was exactly what he had in mind. Why else would he be so specific about the outfit she was to be wearing when they met? Plus, it did not take a genius to figure that the use of the word sexy when describing her hair was pretty much a dead giveaway. Cassie thought about her options, and quickly decided she still was in no position to defy her tormentor’s demands, at least not until she knew who she was dealing with.

Wednesday night, 8:40pm. Cassie checked herself out in the floor to ceiling mirror in their front hallway. She had to admit she looked good. As requested, she was wearing a pair of black four inch stilettos, a black mini-skirt, and silk stockings with garter belts. The skirt was so short that the bottoms of the garters were clearly visible whenever she moved. Her white blouse was certainly tight, accentuating her breasts quite nicely, and only buttoned three times, leaving an ample amount of cleavage in full view. It did not hurt that she wore her best push-up bra to help define the area. And of course, as directed, she had been to the hair salon that afternoon and had a new perm done on her blonde locks. Her fresh curls were tight and glistening as the fell down her neck and onto her shoulders. Cassie had caught herself getting swept up in preparing for the meeting, maybe even enjoying doing herself up in such a suggestive way. She certainly did not do it very often for Jack anymore. There was something almost exciting about the situation, but she knew that her appearance was simply a means to an end, and that once she learned the identity of her blackmailer, she would be able to negotiate some kind of deal that did not involve her committing adultery again. But until then, she knew she would have to play by his rules.

A sudden knock on the front door startled Cassie back to reality, and she frantically looked at the clock on the wall. 8:45pm. Was he early, or was this some ill-timed visitor who could potentially blow her marriage apart with their inopportune pop-in? She raced to the door and looked out the peep hole. With a sigh of relief, she opened the door. Standing there was Gary, one of Mark’s oldest friends. The boys had been buddies since grade school, and Gary occasionally still popped by when Mark was home, or to drop off something for his old pal while he was away at school. While Cassie was relieved that it was only Gary, she knew she had to get rid of him as quickly as possible. She didn’t want to have to explain to her son’s friend why some mystery man was showing up while her husband was out-of-town.

“Hi Gary, what brings you by?” she asked with the best fake smile she could muster.

“Hey Mrs. S. Just dropping of some books for Mark. Thought they might help him with his psyche course.” he replied as he took it upon himself to walk into the house and drop some books on the nearby coffee table.

Cassie cursed to herself. The clock was ticking and she had to get him out of here. “Well, thanks Gary. I’ll be sure he gets those as soon as I see him.” she said as she began ushering him back towards the door.

He was almost out the door, when he noticed her outfit. “Wow Mrs S. You look really good tonight. Going out?” She had temporarily forgotten about her appearance, and was struggling for a response when thankfully, he bailed her out, “I should jet then,” he said. “Oh wait, I left my notes in one of those books.” he took a step inside.

“Let me get it for you,” Cassie jumped in. She didn’t want to risk him sticking around any longer, or asking any further questions. She quickly walked over to the coffee table and saw some pages sticking out of one of the books. Grabbing them hastily, she was halfway back to the door when she haphazardly glanced down at the papers she was carrying. Her jaw dropped immediately.

Cassie stared in disbelief at the digital picture print-outs she held in her hands. It was all coming together for her now. Gary was a member at her gym. Gary knew her family intimately. But she could not believe that he was capable of this sort of thing. She had know this boy since he was 10 years old, had him over for pool parties and sleepovers countless times. And now this? She was speechless. Shaking her head in disbelief, she barely even realized that Gary had locked the door and removed his jacket and was coming towards her.

“You’ve been a very bad girl Cassie,” he said with a devilish grin.

“But, why?” was all the response she could muster.

“Why not?” he callously replied. “Just taking advantage of a situation that fell into my lap. Who knew I’d find you fucking some guy in the gym parking lot? Good thing I’m smart enough to recognize a golden opportunity when I see one.”

The shock of the revelation of her tormentor’s identity was still rendering Cassie dumbfounded. “What do you want?” she meekly asked, knowing full well what the answer was likely to be.

“We both know what I want Cassie. The same thing that guy in the picture wanted and the same thing I’ve wanted from you since I was old enough to know what fucking was.” He reached out and stroked her face, brushing her hair out of her tear-filled eyes. She quickly turned away from him, dropping the horrific photos as she did. She could not think straight. Everything was happening so fast.

Almost immediately Gary was right behind her, his body tight against hers. Cassie could feel him gyrate his hips, forcing his pelvis into her ass, and she could feel his hot breath through her hair. He pressed his nose into the bed of curls at the base of her neck and moaned softly, “Mmm, I love your curls Cassie. Did you do these up just for me?” Before she could even bring herself to respond, his lips had found her neck and began gingerly kissing her flesh. At the same time, his hands had travelled to her front and were busy exploring her chest.

“Gary, please,’ Cassie finally mustered. But it was in vain. Gary continued to alternate between kissing her neck and nuzzling into her hair, while at the same time his quick hands had moved down her shirt and onto her breasts. All the while his gyrating hips continued to press his pelvis into her, forcing her to reciprocate his movements with her own ass.

“You know you want this as much as I do.” he whispered in her ear between kisses. Cassie was beginning to wonder if maybe she did want it. Gary was definitely no little boy anymore, he was quite the handsome young man, and he was clearly quite adept at heating things up with a woman.

Suddenly, Cassie felt the sharp, painful sensation of Gary pinching her nipples extremely hard. Shocked to her senses, she pulled herself out of his grasp and turned to face him. “Gary,’ she stammered, “I can’t, I won’t.”

“Oh Cassie,” he said, the devilish grin reappearing, “you can, and you will.” With that he once again moved in close to her and reached for her face, this time wrapping his hand around the back of her neck and pulling her into his lips.

He kissed her with intense force, pushing his tongue into her mouth and pulling her towards him at the same time. Cassie could not resist the temptation of the passionate kiss, and willingly gave her tongue to him in return. Again, the realization of what was happening hit her like a ton of bricks, and she tried to push away from him., but he held firm. After a few more seconds of their lustful lip-lock, he relented, letting his grip on her neck subside enough for her to back her head away. Staring her in the eyes, Gary smiled again, “Now get on your knees and pleasure me.”

In an almost trance-like state, Cassie did little to resist being forced onto her knees. Gary had both hands on her shoulders and guided her down in front of him. Once she was kneeling before him, her face was directly in front of his crotch. He quickly undid his belt and pulled his zipper down, leaving her staring at his jean covert pelvis, knowing what was to come next. “Pull it out.” he ordered. Meekly, she glanced up at him, a look of pleading in her eyes. “Now.” he commanded. Defeated, she reached into his pants and wrapped her hands around his waiting manhood. Slowly she removed his penis from his jeans, watching it spring out semi-hard by now, and ready to be serviced.

Cassie took her time, preparing herself for what was about to happen, the sin she was about to commit – again. Impatient, Gary felt the need to hurry her along. Grabbing a handful of her blonde curls, he pulled her head towards his groin, while at the same time thrusting his hips forward. His member slammed into her face, forcing her to open her mouth, if only to give his stiffening cock somewhere to go. “That’s a good girl.” he complimented, as he began to rhythmically pump his hips back and forth, gliding his penis between her lips. Fighting the urge to gag, Cassie quickly realized that she’d better at least do her part, lest she choke to death being force fed his ever hardening cock. Plus, she hoped that if she were able to get him off with her mouth, perhaps she would be spared any further humiliation and degradation.

Gary smiled to himself as Cassie began bobbing her head back and forth in front of him, his now rock hard penis sliding in and out of her willing mouth. She was now eagerly sucking him and pumping her hand over his cock as she moved her lips up and down over his shaft. “Oh, Cassie,” he moaned, “I always knew you’d be a fantastic cock-sucker.” The compliment actually rang true for Cassie, who did consider herself pretty adept at the task at hand, not that she had given her husband a blow-job in recent memory. Still, she knew she was skilled at pleasuring a man with her mouth, and hoped her talents would make for a quick ending to this unfortunate situation.

“Rub your pussy while you suck me off.” he commanded. Cassie did have to admit that the whole situation did cause a bit of a tingle between her legs, and some relief might actually be welcomed. Dutifully obeying Gary’s order, she slid her free hand under her skirt and began slowly stroking her pussy. She was more than a little surprised to find it was already getting moist. Deciding to turn it up a notch, she pulled his unit out of her mouth and moved her lips down to his swollen testicles. Still jerking up and down on his dick, she alternately sucked each of his balls, knowing he would not be able to last long with this new assault manhood.

“Holy shit!” Gary exclaimed, as he once grabbed a handful of her golden locks, this time however, pulling her away from his throbbing meat. “That’s enough of that.” he pronounced, much to Cassie’s disappointment. She figured he could have only lasted another minute or so with her skills. Suddenly, she felt a searing pain in the back of her head as he forcefully pulled her up by her hair and onto her feet. Wincing in pain, he dragged her towards the nearby couch in the front room and thrust her over the side of it. Forcing her head down, he bent her over the high armrest and positioned himself behind her. His hand promptly moved to her skirt, forcing it up over her hips, exposing her lace panties. In one swift movement, Gary grabbed her underwear and ripped it off of her, exposing her glistening pussy. “Mmmm,” he commented, as he slipped a couple fingers between her cunt lips. “Wet already? That didn’t take long.” Unable to find the words to protest, Cassie squeezed her eyes shut and waited for what she knew was coming next. “I’ve wanted this for so long baby.” Gary announced as, in one forceful motion he rammed his fully erect cock deep into her pussy.

“Ugh!” Cassie cried out as his rock hard penis drove into her. Gary immediately started a vicious pace, pounding into her with incredible force, his nuts smacking into her engorged pussy lips, and the couch inching sideways with each powerful stroke of his cock into her cunt. He reached his hand underneath her chest and groped for her breasts, grabbing hold of her blouse and tearing the fabric away from her heaving bosom. She was breathing heavily now, and she couldn’t help but let a low moan out as he found her nipple and began to squeeze and pinch it between his fingertips. She felt guilty to admit it, but Gary’s dick felt amazing in her hungry pussy, and in some other time or place, Cassie could see herself quite enjoying this young stud’s relentless assault.

“Oh, Cassie.” Gary moaned as his he slowed his pace a bit. “Your pussy feel so good wrapped around my cock.” Again, she had to admit that the pleasure was mutual. As much as the situation disgusted her, there was no denying that the sex itself was pretty amazing for Cassie as well. Almost as if her could read her thoughts, Gary called her on it. “You fucking love this don’t you Cassie? You love me fucking you, don’t you?”
Mentally and physically exhausted, she could not resist any longer. “Yes!” she cried out. “Fuck me! Harder! Faster! Yes!” Cassie surprise even herself with her response. What was she doing? What had she become? She now found herself matching Gary’s rhythm, bucking her hips back into him to match his strokes. Her reply seemingly increased his intensity as well, as he pulled his hand away from her tits and once again grabbed a mitt-full of her blonde curls and began to time the thrusts of his hips with the tugging of her hair. Never in her life had she been fucked like this. So roughly, so forcefully. And she knew she was starting to love it. Then suddenly, Cassie’s response made a complete turnaround. “Stop! Oh God, please stop! Stop!”

Showing that he was not completely heartless, Gary immediately stopped driving into her. His intention was to have his way with this woman, but not necessarily hurt her physically. “What? What is it?” he asked, almost hinting at real concern as he withdrew from her.

Cassie turned to face her attacker/lover and as just as fast as she had changed gears seconds ago, she switched back. Bringing her lips to his she passionately kissed him, this time forcing her tongue into his mouth, grabbing the back of his head and pulling him into her. Pulling away, the devilish smile was now on her face. “If we’re going to fuck, let’s do it right.” she said as she took his hand and began leading up the stairs to her waiting bedroom.

The two lovers were in Cassie’s bedroom mere seconds and they had already managed to rid themselves of almost all remnants of clothing that remained on their bodies. Gary insisted she keep the stockings, garters and high heels on, of course. They were on the bed now, Cassie’s head positioned dutifully between her young stud’s legs as he lay on his back directing his now willing partner. Once more she had his erect manhood sliding in and out between her lips, sucking and stroking in sync with his upward thrusts into her mouth. Again, his fingers were intertwined in the mess of curls at the back of her head, as he controlled the speed of her motion, tugging and pulling her hair as it suited him. “I knew you fucking wanted it Cassie.” he told her. “I always knew there was a slut in there waiting to come out.” She thought about that statement and quickly realized that deep down it was true. What else did her own actions tonight demonstrate? She let out a low moan of agreement. Sensing an opening to take their experience to another level, Gary pulled up on her hair, forcing her off his cock. “You are a slut, aren’t you Cassie?”

Humiliated, but at the same time as aroused as she had ever been in her whole life, Cassie looked him right in the eyes. “Yes.” she answered.

Gary flashed his smile again, “Yes what?” he ordered, reefing back on her curls to prove his command.

She knew what he wanted to hear, and she wanted to say it. “Yes, I’m a slut. I’m your slut.” Cassie had now entered into uncharted waters. Never before has she been so submissive to a lover, not even to her husband, and here she was giving herself to her son’s friend, presenting herself as his slut, to do with as he pleased. The thought of what she was doing honestly disgusted Cassie, but it was her wanton lust, not common sense that was driving her now. She climbed up Gary’s body and positioned her dripping pussy over the head of his hard dick. Without a second of hesitation, she began easing herself down onto him, her cunt lips hungrily sucking in his man meat as she lowered herself. As soon as he was fully inside of her she let out another low moan and began rocking back and forth, slowly at first, but rapidly increasing with each back and forth motion.

Gary could not have been happier at this series of events. He had gotten exactly what he wanted, to fuck the shit out of Mrs. Cassie Stevens. What he could not have anticipated was having her fucking him, riding him, and loving every minute of it. In complete awe of his situation, he watched as one of his best friend’s mother’s continued to rock back and forth on top of him, impaled on his rock hard cock. Her hands alternated from balancing herself on his chest to running through her tangled curls to massaging her own breasts and pinching her nipples. Unable to simply sit back and let her do all the work, Gary leaned forward and took one of her nipples into his mouth. Sucking and biting, he put his arms around her back and began bucking his hips up into her. Reaching up, he grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her away from him, releasing his lip lock on her tit. “You are such a fucking whore, aren’t you Cassie?”

Now completely unabashed, any sense of decency was long forgotten. “Yes, oh God yes!” she yelled out. “I am a whore. I’m your whore Gary, all yours!” Just saying the words alone were enough to give Cassie the orgasm she had so desperately been craving. True to her new whore form, she continued to fuck her was through her release, thrusting harder and faster on her lover’s dick.

Sensing his own orgasm was on its way soon, Gary flopped back down on the bed and continued to admire his new found submissive riding cowgirl on his unit. “C’mon bitch, fuck me like the whore you are. Show me how much of a slut you really can be.” He wanted to finish this fuck in a blaze of glory. Up for the challenge, Cassie began furiously bouncing up and down on his cock, panting and moaning, squeezing and grabbing at her own tits. He knew he was going to come any second.

“Is this what you want baby?” she managed to ask in between gasps for breath. “You want this slut to fuck you? You want your whore to ride your big dick?” Between her incessant fuck pace and filthy mouth, Gary could feel his come starting to rumble in his balls. “Fuck your slut baby! Fuck your dirty whore! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!” With that verbal barrage, he could take no more. His cock erupted, shooting his seed deep into her hungry pussy. Cassie’s cunt twitched around him, squeezing every drop out of his softening dick.

Riding the wave of her own earth-shattering orgasm, Cassie closed her eyes and silently admitted to herself that everything she had just said about her self was true. She was a slut. She was a whore. She had cheated on her loving husband not a couple of months ago and swore to herself it would never happen again, yet here she was, doing it again, and even worse, enjoying it even more than before…
Cassie Stevens still could not comprehend what she had done. She had cheated on her husband in a moment of extreme weakness, then to make matters worse, she had been blackmailed into cheating again – by her son’s best friend no less. The young man had been in the right place at the right time so-to-speak, and had snapped some very candid digital photos of Cassie during her adulterous fling. When he finally confronted her, the only payment he would accept for his silence was exactly what the other man in the photos had gotten himself – Cassie. Without any obvious options, she submitted and gave herself up to her son’s friend.

To make matters worse, Cassie knew that deep down she had thoroughly enjoyed young Gary forcing her into bed with him. She was a slut… a whore.

Weeks had passed since her initial encounter with him and she had some hope that her blackmail was over, that he had taken what he wanted and was done with her. But another part of her longed to be taken again. Forced against her will she told herself, not a willing participant.

The other part of her got her wish soon after, when Gary called her and demanded they meet – and soon. Obediently, she told him when her husband Jack would next be out of town on business and a rendezvous was scheduled. Gary’s instructions were quite specific. The young man was nothing if not sure of what he liked.

Thursday night came, and Cassie prepared for her young lover’s arrival. As directed, she had on a pair of black knee high ‘fuck-me’ boots, as well as shear black stockings with garter belts. The garters attached to a flimsy pair of crotch-less black lace panties that he had been most detailed about. A matching black corset with red lace trim covered her upper half, snug around her bosom and giving her a nice bit of cleavage to show off. For a 40-year old mother, her body certainly did not give her age away and she filled out the outfit quite nicely with her toned body. And of course, as Gary has specifically instructed her, she had made sure to visit the hair salon earlier that day and had a fresh curly perm done on her golden locks. Tight ringlets of blonde cascaded onto her neck as she tied her hair back into a loose ponytail.

The knock on the door startled her into the realization that once again she was about to cheat on her husband. With a mix of shame and excitement, Cassie looked out the peep hole in the door and eyed her son’s friend, and her blackmailer/lover. With a defeatist sigh, and the hope that none of her neighbours would catch a glimpse of her dressed so scantily, she opened the door.

“Good lord Cassie, you do take instruction well.” Gary whistled as he walked into the house and looked his submissive up and down.

“Hello Gary.” she replied meekly.

He tossed his jacket on the nearby sofa and turned to face her. “Give us a spin now Cassie.” he told her, wanting to survey her outfit and ensure his directions had been followed precisely.

Dutifully, she stepped in front of Gary, slowly turned in front of her young lover and presented herself for his inspection. She barely got halfway through her spin when she felt him behind her, his body pressed tightly against hers.

“You really are a bad girl, aren’t you Cassie?” he whispered in her ear, his hot breath sending tingles down her neck.

She squeezed her eyes shut as she felt him swivel his hips, pressing his crotch into her ass. She knew he was right – she was a bad girl.

“Did you miss me Cassie?” he breathed through her hair. “Have you been thinking about our hot night of lovemaking?”

Still not willing to admit her total submission to her blackmailer, she tried to pull away, “We didn’t make love Gary. We fucked. You forced me to fuck you.”

Before she could even take a single step away from her tormentor, his arms wrapped tightly around her, his hands moving over her lace covered bosom. He pushed his nose into the soft bed of curls at the back of her head and sighed, “And you loved every minute of it, didn’t you?”

Out of the blue, Cassie was aware of the quick, painful feeling of his fingers pinching her nipples very hard. “Didn’t you?’ he asked again.

“Yes,” she finally managed to utter in shame.

“That’s better,” he whispered as his lips gently brushed against her neck. “I knew you wanted it just as much as I did.”

Cassie knew he was right. She did want it now. Her voice could argue, but her body knew what she wanted.

Gary moved slowly away from her and made his way over to the sofa. Turning to face him, she saw his devilish smirk appear as he motioned her over with a finger. As she reached him, he wrapped his hand around her neck and pulled her into his lips.

They kissed deeply, his tongue pushing into her mouth and hers reciprocating willingly. As quickly as their brazen lip-lock began, he ended it, as he abruptly pulled away from her and turned his attention to her now heaving chest.

He lightly brushed her lace covered tits with his face, then tenderly kissed each one through the thin material of her corset, his breath hot against her aching breasts. He moved his hands to her tits, cupping them and gently squeezing them.

“Mmmm,” she moaned softly, as he continued kissing her chest – over, around and through her black corset. Slowly he slipped the material down under her breasts and pressed his lips to her nipples. He kissed her areolas one at a time, licking each one methodically, but purposely avoiding her rock hard nipples. Meticulously, he took one nipple into his mouth and squeezed her breasts up into his face while he sucked. Cassie arched her back and let out a long, sensual groan.

Gary licked and kissed her nipples and tits for a few more minutes before slowly rising to look his lover in the eyes. As he placed his hands on her shoulders, she instinctively sunk down onto her knees in front of him, knowing exactly what they both wanted.

She knelt in front of him, unzipped his pants and pushed her fingers into them. He was rock hard and ready for her. She stroked up and down over his boxers as she pulled the waist band of his underwear down, exposing his manhood. She leaned in and let his cock slip between her lips, plunging down and letting him fill her mouth and throat.

Cassie ran her tongue against his shaft, running it up and down the length and pulling him all the way to the back of her throat with each thrust of her head. She would stop with each retraction, using her tongue to swirl more saliva around the head of his dick.

Gary threw his head back in ecstasy as his hands intuitively made their way to the back of her head, wrapping into her blonde curls. She could hear his heavy breathing and quiet groans. She pulled her head away and took him into her hand and stroked his cock a few times while watching him moan in delight. He gripped her hair tighter and pushed her back down, her lips wrapping snugly around his prick while her tongue darted over the tip.

Her moans vibrated against his shaft as he wrenched her head harder against his groin as he thrust his hips forward. His hands gripping her ponytail to guide her movement, he pushed deep into her throat and then out again as he began fervently fucking her face.

Cassie felt a sharp pain on the back of her head as he pulled her off of his throbbing dick. Without a word, he stepped back and sat on the sofa and steered her along with him, positioning her standing in front of him with her back to him.

Gary gave a wicked grin as he watched his friend’s mother manoeuvre herself into place, straddling his crotch and positioning her dripping pussy over the tip of his hard dick. Slowly she eased herself down onto him, the head of his penis hitting her clit and forcing a moan from her. Her hands moved to her breasts and she began feverishly massaging them as her cunt hungrily sucked his cock into her. As he slid fully inside of her, his hands found their way to her hips, guiding her motion against him.

His cock was covered in her juices already, and rubbing in a steady rhythm against her clit as his shaft slid in and out of her pussy. Cassie’s hands alternated from balancing herself against her lover’s chest to rubbing her tits and pinching her nipples. “Yes…” she moaned as his cock stroked deeper inside her.

Her hips began to take over, circling around the base of his cock than up to the tip and back down again, bouncing hard onto him with each movement. Gary slid his hands up to her chest and grabbed at her tits. She moaned long and hard as his fingers found her nipples and he began to squeeze relentlessly.

Suddenly, he forcefully pushed her off of him and back onto her feet. Moving swiftly, he repositioned her. She knelt in front of him on the sofa, her ass up in the air and her head resting on the armrest. He climbed onto the sofa behind her and manoeuvred himself into place. She could feel the thick head of his dick at her pussy’s entrance.

Cassie moaned loudly as his cock pressed against her opening. She was already so wet that he slid easily into her with one swift motion. She gasped as her hips eagerly pushed backwards, wanting more. With a couple deep hard pushes, he quickly had his entire length inside of her.

Her breaths were coming in heaves as she moaned with every movement. Gary slid slowly in and out, running his hands along her back and around the tops of her thighs. As he gained momentum, he leaned forward and grabbed a handful of her golden curls with his right hand and her left breast with his other.

“Is this what you want Cassie?” he shouted, her back arched from her hair being pulled back, “Have you been dreaming about my cock being back inside of your slutty cunt?”

She could feel an orgasm running up on her quickly as his left hand squeezed hard on her tit. He thrust fully into her and she felt a rush of heat explode in her pussy as she came. “Yes!” she cried out. “I want it so bad! Fuck me! Fuck me!” Her cunt contracted over and over again, squeezing his dick and making her legs shake as she moaned as loudly as she had ever before.

As her orgasm subsided, he slowly slid his still hard penis out of her and sat back down on the sofa. Recovering from her rewarding release, Cassie moved back towards him, placing her fuck-me boots on either side of this hips, straddling him and hovering her pussy over his manhood. Sliding onto his slick shaft, she impaled herself on his throbbing cock with a low moan.

Gary rammed his dick up into her cunt as her head flew back in a sea of panting and moaning. She dutifully began fucking him with slow and steady thrusts up and down. His cock pumping back and forth in and out of her, he reached around and grabbed her hips, pulling her faster and faster along his hard rod. She placed her hands on his shoulders for support as she cried out, “Yes, oh God yes!”

“That’s right whore,” he replied victoriously, “ride that cock slut!” His right hand quickly moved from her hip down onto her ass with a sharp smack.

Cassie screamed out in pain and surprise, as his hand came down a second time on her rapidly reddening cheek. “You like being spanked like a naughty little slut, don’t you?” he asked.

“Yes.” she answered quickly, still pumping up and down on his dick.

“Tell me whore!” he yelled as another open hand fell hard across her ass. “Tell me how much you love it!”

She bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut. “I fucking love it!” she cried out in both ecstasy and agony. “I’m such a dirty fucking slut! I love being spanked and fucked like a whore!”

His hand came down hard again as Gary leaned forward and took one of her nipples into his mouth. Biting viciously, he put his arms around her waist and began bucking his hips up into her.

“Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” she yelled repeatedly, desperate for another orgasm.

His hand slid up her back and grabbed at her hair. Ripping her ponytail out, her blonde curls fell in a sweaty, tangled mess down her neck and he clutched a handful of them tightly, pulling her away from his oral attack on her nipple.

“C’mon Cassie, show me how naughty you are!” he ordered. “Tell me how much of a slut you really are!”

She knew exactly what they both wanted to hear. She knew it was the control that really got Gary off, and deep down she knew the submission would send her over the edge as well.

“I’m a filthy, dirty slut.” she panted, her hips pistoning back and forth over his body at an ever-quickening pace. “”I’m your whore.” As she said the words, Cassie felt another orgasm building quickly within her. “I love fucking you Gary! I’m been fantasizing about it non-stop!”

He pulled her head down to his and forced her lips to his. Eagerly, she slid her tongue in his mouth and passionately kissed him. Just as quickly, he wrenched back on her curls and pulled her away. “Tell me you love me whore.” he demanded.

She knew this was crossing a line, a whole different kind of betrayal to her husband, but she also knew she could not help herself, she was a slave to the passion and lust she was experiencing with her young lover. “Oh God yes!” she wailed. “I love you Gary! I love you!”

Cassie could feel her release about to explode imminently, and she knew that he sensed it as well. She bounced up and down savagely, thrusting harder on her lover’s cock in search of her second orgasm of the night.

Seeing the end of their fuck-fest in sight, Gary felt the rumble in his balls building as well, and wanted one last bit of submission from his friend’s wayward mother before they were done. “C’mon Cassie, tell me what an adulterous skank you are!” he screamed.

Completely lost in a haze of degradation and sexual enthusiasm she had never experienced before, she dove into her role with reckless abandon. Furiously grinding this young man like a seasoned prostitute, panting and moaning and squeezing her tits for all she was worth, she gave him the words he wanted to hear.

“I’m a dirty cheating whore!” she gasped between yelps of complete rapture. “You’re fucking a total slut who loves cheating on her husband!” Her words sent her over the edge, her pussy exploding with the last of her subservient monologue. “”I’m a fucking whore who loves fucking her son’s best friend.”

With that, Gary had heard enough. Moving quickly, he pulled her off of his penis and thrust her onto the sofa beside him. He scrambled up to his feet and stood beside her. Aiming his throbbing meat at her heaving chest, he stroked his cock half a dozen times until he erupted. She closed her eyes as she felt strand after strand of his white hot cum splash onto her tits. Exhausted, he shuddered as the final drops of his juice dripped onto her soaked nipples.

Still coming down off of her own fiery climax, Cassie opened her eyes and looked up at her young lover. She was not sure how she felt about what she had become, but she knew it was the truth. She was his whore. His slut. His completely. She smiled to herself, as she grabbed his softening prick and sucked whatever was left in his balls into her eagerly awaiting mouth. His completely…
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.

“Feels good doesn’t it Cassie?” he asked her as he gradually began to squeeze her tits a little more.

“Uh-huh,” she exhaled as she dipped her finger in and out of her pussy.

“Tell me Cassie, do you masturbate a lot?” he questioned as he slowly started gyrating his hips underneath her, pressing his hardening cock against her ass.

“Yes,” she replied, as she slipped a second finger into her cunt and began matching Gary’s hip rotations with her own.

“And tell me, what do you think about while you pleasure yourself?” he whispered.

She knew this was what he had in mind when he said he wanted her to be ‘honest’. He wanted her to talk to him like a sex crazed whore. She knew he got off on it, and she had to admit that she kind of did too.

“I think about fucking you baby.” She cooed. “I imagine your big cock pounding me like the little slut I am.”

“That’s good Cassie.” He told her as his fingers began to lightly pinch her ever-hardening nipples. “Tell me how you imagine me fucking you.”

“Like a cheap whore.” She moaned as she increased the pace of her fingers pumping into her cunt. “Making me ride you while you smack my ass and tell me what a dirty slut I am.”

“Is that what you are Cassie, a cheap whore? A dirty slut?” he asked her, his stiff cock pressing against her gyrating ass even harder.

“Yes,” she moaned as she slid her fingers out of her wet fuck-hole and began stroking her clit. “I’m a whore. I’m a slut.”

“Really?” he replied. “Then tell me what other slutty things a cheap whore like you thinks about while she’s getting off.”

“I think about sucking your big cock until you come all over my tits.” She answered quickly, not sure what other dirty details he had in mind.

She gasped in shock as she suddenly felt the sharp pain of Gary pinching her nipples extremely hard.

“C’mon slut, you can do better than that.” He demanded. “Surely a whore like you fantasizes about a lot of dirty things while she finger fucks herself.”

“I, umm…” she was not sure what he was after her to say at this point, but she knew his increased aggression was turning her on even more. She slipped two of her fingers back inside her twat and began sliding them in and out again.

“What about your husband?” he questioned. “Do you think about him?”

Cassie felt another pang of guilt with the mention of Jack. The guilt was even heavier when she realized that she virtually never thought about making love to her husband when she masturbated.

“I think about fucking my husband sometimes.” She lied, not wanting to humiliate the man she loved any further than she already was with her adulterous ways.

“Just sometimes?” Gary countered as his hands slid under her tank top and squeezed at her bare breasts.

“I, umm…” again she was at a loss for words, unsure of what he was after with this dirty game of wordplay.

“Tell me Cassie,” he whispered through her curls, “do you ever imagine your husband with another woman?”

She could not believe the question. But what she could not believe even more was how the pace of her fingers increased as soon as she heard it. Flashes of Jack in bed with another woman immediately entered her mind and it turned her on unbelievably. She knew full well that she had imagined such things before.

“Well Cassie?” he pressed. “Tell me, do you ever masturbate and think of your husband fucking some other whore?”

“God yes!” she blurted out, her hand pumping her pussy furiously.

“Tell me Cassie, what little slut do you imagine him fucking?” he asked as he pinched her now rock hard nipples.

She was amazed at how much Gary’s new line of dirty discussion was getting her off. That inner slut of hers was coming out in full force.

“His slutty little secretary.” She groaned in ecstasy.

“Tell me how you picture him fucking her.” He ordered.

“Oh God,” she moaned, sliding a third finger into her dripping cunt. “Fucking her in his office. On his desk. In his chair. Cumming all over her big tits.”

Cassie came as she cried out the words, her body shaking to the thought of Jack making love to his young, big breasted assistant in his office. She could not believe how intense her orgasm was as she imagined Jack with another woman.

As she slowly came down from her release, Gary slid his right hand down to join hers on top of her wet pussy. Immediately he began to guide her fingers back in and out of her fuck-hole.

“You’re a very bad girl Cassie,” he whispered. “Would you like to watch him fuck that slut?”

“Yes,” she answered, barely able to contain her arousal. “God yes.”

His right hand continued to assist her in stroking her snatch as his left hand remained focused on rubbing her tits. She could feel how hard their naughty conversation was making him as she gyrated her ass against his groin.

“That’s a good slut,” he told her. “Do you think he’d like you to watch?”

Her pussy pulsed with excitement at the mere thought of watching her husband having sex with his secretary. She increased the speed of her finger-fucking.

“Yes…” she moaned.

“C’mon slut!” Gary sternly growled into her ear. “I want to hear how much of a whore you really are!” He pinched down hard on her nipple to accentuate his request. “Tell me what filthy shit you’re really thinking about while you masturbate that dirty cunt! Tell me what a slut like you really would do!”

“Oh God!” she cried out at his words, her hips now bucking back and forth in rhythm with her finger thrusts into her cunt. “I’m such a slut… such a dirty slut.”

“Cassie!” he roared, his left hand leaving her heaving bosom and grabbing hold of her messy blonde curls for emphasis. “Tell me what you really want slut!”

About to lose herself in total submission, Cassie yearned for another orgasm and knew that continuing down this path could very well lead her to a point of no return with this malicious young man. Her body already willing, it did not take but mere seconds for her conscious to follow suit and completely give in to becoming a complete and total submissive slut for him.

“I want to watch him fuck that slutty secretary!” she screamed. “I want to watch him fuck her and then fuck her with him!” She almost came as she said the words.

“That’s it baby! Gimme some more slut!” Gary encouraged as he pulled back on her hair.

“I want him to watch me fuck her!” she screeched. “I want him to fuck me while I eat her pussy!”

“Oh yes Cassie, that’s what we like.” He sneered. “I knew you were a bigger whore than you were letting on. Is that what you think about when you stroke that dirty pussy Cassie? You like to think about fucking women?”

“Sometimes…” she cooed, knowing how much that thought would turn him on. “I like to think about fucking lots of different people.”

“You are a bad girl Cassie.” His cock was getting harder with each dirty word she spoke. “You wanna to fuck lots of people, don’t you slut?”

“Oh yes baby,” she moaned. “I love to fuck. I love being a whore.”

“Yeah? You wanna fuck lots of guys don’t you? You wanna be used like a cheap slut?” His questions were becoming rushed and winded as both their breathing continued to speed up with the intensity of their conversation.

“Yes… yes…” she squealed. “Like a cheap slut.”

“Would you like to be fucked by two men at once?” he asked.

With that question she shoved another finger into her already tightly stuffed soggy pussy and pumped as fast as she could, sensing her imminent explosion.

“Yes…” she whispered.

Suddenly, Gary’s hand grasped her active little fingers and slowed their pace, nearly pulling them completely out of her aching snatch.

“Not until you tell me slut.” He demanded.

Desperate to cum, she moaned in sexual frustration and ground her ass into his crotch as hard as she could.

“I want to fuck two guys at once.” She groaned. “I want to be used like the dirty slut I am by two dicks at the same time. One in my dirty pussy and one in my mouth.” She knew she would cum almost instantly as soon as he allowed her to stick her fingers back deep into her wanting cunt.

“Is that what you want Cassie?” he grunted beneath her. “Is that what gets you off when you rub that pussy? Being filled up by two cocks?”

“Yes! Please Gary, please…” she pleaded.

He slowly guided her fingers over her swollen pussy lips, but did not let her insert any of her digits back inside herself, teasing her.

“Tell me slut, who do you imagine fucking you like that?” he asked.

“You! You baby!” she cried out in anguish.

“Who else slut?” he demanded. “Who else would a slut like you fantasize about double teaming you?”

“Gary please…” she begged, wanting to cum as bad as she had ever wanting anything in her entire life.

“I think I know who you’d like to fuck you while you suck my cock.” He told her. “Do you know who Cassie? Do you want to tell me?”

“Oh Gary please,” she pleaded. “Tell me! Make me cum!”

“I think you’d like Mark to fuck you while you sucked me off.” With that he finally pushed her fingers back inside her pussy.

Cassie moaned loudly as her fingers began to dunk furiously in and out of her cunt. To her own revulsion, she could not help but imagine the exact scenario the Gary had just told her. She immediately began to picture herself giving him a blow job while her own son fucked her hot snatch. Regardless of how much the dreadfully taboo thought sickened her, she knew it was probably the single sexiest thing she had ever imagined.

“Is that what you’d like slut?” Gary demanded, knowing she was about to explode. “Tell me slut!”

“Yes!” she screamed as loud as she could. “I want to suck your cock while Mark fucks me!” she could not believe she actually said the words, but it felt intoxicating – she wanted more as her climax rapidly approached. “I want to feel my son’s cock in my slutty pussy! I want him to fuck mommy!”

With that she exploded. Her pussy gushed like a fire hydrant as her body convulsed atop Gary in almost violent waves of release. She almost howled as her orgasm washed over her for what seemed like an eternity. Finally her fatigued body shuddered to a stop and she exhaled deeply, leaning back onto Gary in exhaustion.

Cassie squeezed her eyes tightly shut and tried to comprehend what had just happened. If it was not bad enough that she had already seen herself become an adulteress, then a nearly completely submissive slut to this young man, but now she was regressing into some kind of incest craving sexual deviant. Even worse, she did not even seem to be fighting it anymore whatsoever…