Cassie giggled as she closed the bathroom door behind her, shaking her head at the loser she had to babysit tonight. Ugh, she thought, he was way too old to still need a babysitter in the first place. She just hoped he'd stay out of her way while she hung out with her hot boyfriend.
She took a seat on the couch, already feeling comfortable in her skintight clothes. A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door. She smoothed out her shirt and opened the door to reveal a tall, muscular guy standing there.
"Hey babe," he said, stepping inside and wrapping an arm around her waist. "This place is looking pretty damn good with you in it."
Cassie smiled up at him, feeling her heart race a little. "I know, right? And he's not even here yet."
"Yeah, I can't wait to see how he acts when I start fucking you," he said, his voice low and rough. He pulled her closer, pressing his hard cock against her pelvis.
"Oh yeah, you're gonna love this," Cassie purred, her own desire growing with his. They made their way to the living room, where they sat down on the couch. Cassie draped one leg over his lap, feeling his fingers brush against her bare thigh.
"So, how's the twerp holding up?" her boyfriend asked, taking a swig of his beer.
"Well, he's not really causing any trouble," Cassie said, glancing towards the bathroom where her charge was still locked away. "Though he did manage to mess up my plans a bit."
"What do you mean?" he asked, arching an eyebrow.
"Oh nothing, don't worry about it," she said, waving him off. "In fact, why don't we just get started? I think he's going to be plenty entertained listening to us fuck."
With that, she leaned in for a passionate kiss as her boyfriend lifted her up onto the couch, his hard cock pressing against her soft underwear. They kissed deeply, their tongues tangling as Cassie moaned softly against his lips.
"You know, maybe we should give him something to really look forward to," her boyfriend whispered in her ear. "Maybe a little tease before we fuck."
Cassie smiled, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Oh yeah? And what did you have in mind?"
He grinned back at her. "Well, how about we give him a little taste of what he's missing out on?"
With that, he pulled down her panties to reveal her wet, eager pussy. Cassie watched as he reached into the front pocket of his jeans and pulled out a small vibrator.
"Maybe we should get him this too," he chuckled, holding up the tiny toy. "Or maybe we should just make him wish he had one."
And with that, he turned on the vibrator and slipped it into her wet pussy, making her gasp and moan as the pleasure overwhelmed her. She couldn't help but glance towards the bathroom, imagining her "client's" reaction when he heard their moans and gasps echoing through the house.
As they continued to fuck and pleasure each other, Cassie couldn't help but feel a sense of power and control. She knew that somewhere out there, there was a pathetic old man who was desperately trying to obey her orders, all while he listened to her moans of pleasure.
And as she felt her own orgasm building inside her, she knew that she was going to make him wait. She would make him beg for release, even as she took his cock deep inside her, just to hear him plead for mercy.
In the end, as she collapsed back onto the couch, spent and satiated, Cassie felt a sense of satisfaction wash over her. She had not only fulfilled her own desires, but she had also made sure that her client knew his place. And tonight, while he listened to their moans and pleas for more, he would know that he was nothing compared to them.
