married cassie cheating with babysitter vic😵💫
cassie feeling like the biggest perv in the world because she can't stop ogling her son's 20-year-old babysitter, but she swears the girl's skirts keep getting shorter, her tops tighter. she shows up in a baby tee once and cassie has to hurry out of the house because she can't stop staring at the piercing in her navel. a dainty little butterfly. she sits in her car with her head against the wheel and imagines scratching it with her teeth.
chad is away for business for weeks at a time and victoria is always making excuses to stay a little longer after cassie gets back from work. you’re too tired to cook, let me make something really quick. harrison made a mess today, i’m just going to clean up. you look so tense today, ms. ashcroft, are you sure you don’t want a neck rub? cassie fucks three fingers into herself later that night with the memory of victoria’s hands digging into her muscles.
it all comes crashing down on a warm summer evening. harrison had a soccer game that morning and he invited victoria to tag along, since his dad wasn't around. they spent the whole day together, just the three of them. harrison ended up going to a friend's house for a sleepover, and before she could stop herself, cassie invited victoria to stay for dinner.
they’re sitting in the backyard, passing a beer back and forth. the grass is dewy and cool beneath them. they’re pressed together, thigh to thigh. cassie can feel the heat of victoria’s bare skin through the thin fabric of her pants. victoria’s wearing a dress, of course, so short that it keeps riding up, showing tantalizing glimpses of her hot pink underwear. cassie feels like she's losing her mind.
you’re corrupting me, victoria says in a teasing tone, hiding behind the rim of the bottle.
cassie's laugh comes out rougher than she intends. her eyes follow the small trickle of sweat that disappears below victoria's collarbones. mhm. you know, i don't really buy your innocent act anymore. you're a wild child, javadi.
victoria giggles, all high and girly, placing her hand on cassie's right bicep. she drags her manicured nails up and down, leaving goosebumps in their wake. i think you bring that out in me. i don't usually misbehave. i'm a good girl.
you think having a beer is misbehaving? cassie’s eyes drop down to victoria’s glossy lips, and she licks her own.
victoria slowly opens her legs, angling her entire body toward her, her bony knee now pressing against cassie’s thigh. daring.
when cassie looks up again, victoria is smiling. her doe eyes wide, pupils blown. i think everything i do with you feels like misbehaving. her voice is slightly shaky, a sharp contrast with how she’s offering herself up.
cassie closes her eyes for a second, taking a deep breath. i should drive you home, kid.
it really turns me on when you call me that. victoria is so close now her breath is tickling the side of cassie’s face. wanna feel?
victoria squeezes cassie’s arm before guiding her hand down, bringing it to the crease between her thighs. cassie groans at the warmth there and snaps her eyes open. it’s dark, the only light coming from inside the house, but cassie can still see the wet patch on her underwear. she can feel it.
jesus christ, victoria. cassie tentatively presses the pads of her fingers against the cotton, feeling her clit through it. victoria rewards her with a whimper, stuttering her hips up, searching for more friction.
cassie thinks she deserves this. she deserves to indulge herself for once. if victoria is offering so prettily, how could she say no?
touch me, c’mon. i need you.
cassie stills her movements, shaking her head. where are your manners, huh? i don’t fuck disrespectful girls.
fuck, please, cassie. i’m sorry. please fuck me. victoria all but whines out, jutting her lower lip in a pout.
cassie surges forward and bites it, pulling slowly at her lip. victoria cries out, crashing their mouths together. it’s messy and dirty, all spit and teeth, cassie taking the lead. what victoria lacks in technique, she makes up for with eagerness, sucking on cassie’s tongue, biting back.
cassie moves her hand slowly, oh so slowly, inside victoria's underwear. she toys with the wiry hair on her mound, teasing, not touching where victoria needs her most. the poor girl is practically sobbing against her mouth, trying and failing to shift her hips to get her to go lower. please, please, please, she mumbles in between kisses.
cassie barks out a mean laugh, using her free hand to grip victoria´s hip and keep her from moving. aw, you want it that bad, baby? want my fingers inside that needy cunt?
victoria nods, putting on her best kicked-puppy face, i need it, cass, m´so wet. i wanna—ah, ah—ride your fingers, please. she stutters when cassie's thumb grazes her clit.
cassie's grip tightens so much she's sure it'll bruise. get on my lap, sweet girl, she says, trying to sound commanding but it comes out a bit pathetic. she hopes victoria is too horny to notice.
victoria doesn't waste any time, climbing onto her in one quick move, draping herself over cassie's lap, her thighs caging her in. she stares down at her with a sheepish look as she bunches her dress up past her belly, her piercing peeking out. she moves her underwear to the side, exposing herself to cassie's hungry eyes.
she grabs cassie's wrist, fingers trembling, and pulls her hand back down, lower this time. cassie's knuckles glide against her entrance, making victoria gasp. cassie, please, need you inside.
cassie sits up and buries her face in victoria's neck, latching her lips onto her skin. she bites down at the same time she slides a finger in. victoria cries out, slumping forward against her chest. she's so wet it hardly offers any resistance, clenching around cassie's fingers greedily.
they move in tandem, cassie thrusting at a punishing pace and victoria slamming her hips down onto her lap. she's hiccuping small moans against cassie's shoulder, mouthing at it, babbling incoherently.
cassie adds a second finger, curling them upward. you like that, baby? fucking yourself silly on my fingers?
fuck, fuck, yes, cassie. m´so close, so close. victoria's movements grow uncoordinated, mindlessly grinding herself down so hard it bends cassie's wrist at an odd angle. she doesn’t seem to care, desperately chasing her release.
cassie watches victoria's face twist with need, watches her barely hold on, her eyes frantic, lips bitten raw. a smirk tugs at her lips. oh, you poor thing, she coos, honey-sweet. trying so hard. ask nicely, and maybe i'll let you come.
victoria whines high in her throat, nails digging into cassie's shoulders. she keeps rocking herself back and forth, soaking the front of cassie's pants with her slick. please, please, cassie. i'll be good, i'll be so good, just please let me.
greed coils hot in cassie's belly. victoria's almost too easy. so willing, so young. she can't remember the last time she had this much power over someone. can't remember the last time she wanted someone this bad.
cassie curls her fingers again, stroking that spot deep inside her so roughly that victoria buckles on top of her. that's it, cassie murmurs against her jaw, that's it, come for me, victoria.
victoria shatters instantly, her whole body locking up before trembling apart in cassie's lap. she's letting out these small, wrecked sobs, her forehead pressed to cassie's shoulder, her fingers still digging in.
cassie keeps working her fingers through it, slow and steady, feeling victoria's cunt clench and relax, clench and relax. she doesn't stop until victoria goes limp against her chest, panting, barely conscious, whimpering from oversensitivity.
see? cassie says, pulling her fingers out slowly. that wasn't so hard, was it? being a good girl for me.
victoria huffs, hitting her chest lightly as she sits up to look at cassie's face. you know, fucking your babysitter is such a cliché.
cassie laughs, shaking her head. you're such a brat. she pauses, tilting her head toward the house. wanna go inside and repay the favor? i could put that pretty mouth to better use.
victoria grins, hurriedly climbing off her lap on unsteady legs. yes, ma'am.
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