Joan wants to humiliate and cuck Jesse

"I want to make you cum," Joan breathed hot in Jesse's ear. She got up close so her pert tits would press up against Jesse's heavier breasts. "Enjoy it, because it's the last time you're going to cum in a long time."

Joan removed her fingers and shoved them down Jesse's panties, rubbing Jesse's bare moist lips. A smacking noise began as Joan continued to run her fingers up and down Jesse's labia.

"Oh, listen to that. No one touches you like this, do they? Not even John. He's too busy fantasizing about tight bodies like mine. I bet that's the only way he can cum." Joan stopped moving her fingers again. "Tell me you agree with me or I won't let you cum."

"I agree with you!" Jesse almost yelped, completely under her control. She wanted to cum so badly, and she did agree with what Joan said. Her body was better, tighter, sexier -- any guy would prefer her, naturally.

"What do you agree with?"

"John thinks about you to cum when he has sex with me. I'm sure of it. Your body is so much better, Joan. I -- please keep rubbing me."

"Don't call me by my name, loser. Call me mistress."

"Yes, mistress."

Joan shoved her middle finger into Jesse's sopping cunt, the smacking growing louder. "Good girl," Joan huffed into her ear, "good girl."

"Oh fuck yes! Fuck yes!" Jesse was getting closer.

"Don't cum yet, ****. I haven't finished telling you what I'm going to do to you. And John."

This broke Jesse out of her trance, "No -- not John."

Joan let out a devilish laughter, shoving a second finger into Jesse, "Yes! Yes, John! You see, I don't like girls. Not like how you clearly like girls. I like dominant boys. Little meek boys like your boyfriend. But don't worry, you can have a place in our relationship. I'll even reward you if you do right by me. You get yours if you help me get mine. Tell me you understand and that you'll give me everything I want." Joan stopped again, holding her fingers tight against Jesse's delicious walls.

"You can have anything, mistress. Just let me cum, please."

Joan went back to pounding her knuckles into Jesse, curling her fingers up to hit her g-spot. Jesse was moaning loud now -- surely the neighbors could hear.

"You're going to invite me to dinner tomorrow. A dinner for me, you, and John. While at dinner, you're going to tell John that you've never cum with him before, because you can only cum to the thought of seeing him fuck anothr, better, sexier woman."

"YESSS!!!" Jesse screamed, involuntarily cumming all over Joan's fingers.

"Bad girl. I didn't say you can cum. You'll be punished for that at a later date. Seems you might like my ideas even better than I do." Joan removed her hand from Jesse's sweats -- her fingers covered in a thick white mucus. Jesse didn't know she could produce so much cream. Joan held up her fingers to Jesse's face. "Clean up your disgusting mess."

Jesse leaned forward, opening her mouth, sucking in Joan's sweet fingers, tasting her shame on them, sucking it down deep into herself.

"Now tell me what you're going to do."

Still coming down from her orgasm, Jesse smacked her dry lips and caught her breath. "I'm going to make dinner for us tomorrow. You, me, and John. I'm going to tell him the truth -- that I can only cum to the thought of him being with a better woman. And that I want to watch the two of you while I play with myself. While I play with my horrible cunt."

Joan leaned forward, sticking her tongue down Jesse's throat. "That's my good girl."

She headed for the door, leaving Jesse writhing in her afterglow.