Foreign Temptations Ch. 02 (Official!) (Patreon)

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Cassandra quietly groaned as her striking blue eyes slowly fluttered open. However, as her groggy mind began to clear, she felt an unfamiliar sensation of warmth pressing against her back. Then, she realized there was an arm draped around her waist. Her heart pounded as she recognized the unmistakable form of Raj spooning her from behind.

She lay still for a moment, panic surging through her veins. How had this happened? Cassandra sifted through her foggy memories of the night before. Her stomach sank recollecting everything that happened between her and her elderly roommate. Carefully, she turned her head to the side, catching a glimpse of Raj’s sleeping face nestled into her neck. Her cheeks flushed realizing they were both naked, the sensation of his bare skin pressing against her sent shivers down her spine. 

“Augh… God dammit… What have I done…” she groaned, her voice filled with disappointment and shame. However, the warmth of his presence did soothe her since it had been so long since she experienced the intimate touch of another person.

Cassandra remained still, her mind swirling with strange feelings. She closed her eyes and the memories of her taboo, passionate night with Raj came pouring into her brain, still fresh and vivid. A heavy breath left her lips, disappointed with herself for being driven to such depravity for the sake of relieving her carnal desires. She regretted what she did, however, she also didn’t. Cassandra felt a soreness aching in her inner core, a reminder of Raj’s sheer girth, size, and sexual prowess. 

She lay there, trapped in the confusion of her thoughts, the guilt mingling with an undeniable sense of satisfaction. It had been an unexpected night of pure passion, a release she hadn’t known she needed until now. Her body hummed with the afterglow of their illicit coupling and her mind was plagued by the implications. 

Slowly, Cassandra removed herself from Raj’s embrace, careful not to wake him. Once free, she sat on the edge of the bed, burying her face in her hands. “The reality of her situation was sinking in, and she knew she had to make a decision. This couldn’t happen again; she had to find a way to regain control. 

Removing her face from her hands, her attention gradually shifted to the side table. Her eyes widened spotting her engagement ring resting on its surface. A tsunami of guilt came crashing over her reminded of her fiancé, Jason. She drew her head back and let out another heavy sigh. “Fuck…” she murmured, her voice barely a whisper. 

She reached for the ring, holding it between her fingers and staring at it for a long moment. It was a symbol of her commitment to Jason, a promise she had now broken. The weight of her actions pressed down on her, making it hard to breathe. She slipped the ring back onto her fingers, the cold metal a stark reminder of her betrayal.

Cassandra anxiously tapped her heel on the floor as her mind raced to solve her debauched situation. Slowly, she began to rationalize her decisions. She recalled her recent strain in her relationship with Jason, how he only looked after his personal needs rather than hers, and attempting to guilt trip her for refraining from participating in their online sexual ventures.

Her frustration with Jason had been building for weeks. The distance, the lack of physical touch, and his constant complaints about their situation had her worn down. Cassandra remembered the countless times she had tried to satisfy him virtually, only to be left feeling empty and more isolated than ever. 

Cassandra clenched her fists, her mind working to rationalize the decisions that led her to this situation in the first place. The added strain she had with Jason was only exasperated by Raj’s constant flirting and flaunting of his endowment around the apartment, causing her to feel a confusing mix of repulsion and desire.

Cassandra recalled all those intimate encounters she had with Raj. The way he always happened to grind himself against her ass and the questionable clothing choices left little to her imagination how the package he carried between his skinny, old legs. Her face heated up remembering how she caught the old man rubbing one out in the shower, and the evidence he left behind afterward. Each of these moments had chipped away at her resolve; wearing down her inhibitions little by little. 

The flirtatious comments, the accidental touches, and the way he would sometimes linger too close had built up a confusing mix of feelings within her. She always thought of Raj as a harmless old man, but after what transpired, his intentions became as clear as day. Cassandra partially kicked herself for allowing Raj to have his way with her. She should have put her foot down at first notice of his advances, however, Cassandra became curious, allured by his boldness. The isolation and loneliness of being stranded in a foreign country only added to her vulnerability, making it harder for her to resist the temptation.

All these elements compiled her already building sexual tension, and the previous night was the straw that broke the camel's back. It was painfully obvious to Cassandra now that Raj wanted to get her tipsy and seduce her into giving him a blowjob. 

The thought made her stomach churn. However, as Cassandra recollected the taboo moment, her chest swelled with a strange warmth and desire. The way he felt in her hands and mouth, his length, his girth, everything. It didn’t matter whether she was under the influence or not; deep down, she was allured by his juicy cock, and she liked it…

This encounter ultimately led her to his room later that night where the rest was history. Cassandra could have blamed her broken AC in her room for putting herself in that dangerous situation with a man who wanted to get into her panties. But the truth was, a part of her had wanted her to fall in his lecherous grasp, to experience having sex with an old man who was also so well-endowed; the thought of how unconventional her coupling with Raj was made her body tingle with thrilled nerves. It was so wrong, so naughty, so taboo…

Now, in the cold light of morning, Cassandra had to face the consequences of her actions. The reality of her betrayal weighed heavily on her, but mixed with that guilt was the undeniable truth of her carnal desires. Raj had fucked her better than no man could ever; not even her fiancé could compare to him in size and ferocity. 

Taking a deep breath she concluded that the best course of action was to keep this from Jason. “What he doesn’t know won't hurt him,” Cassandra thought, echoing Raj’s words. Her mind concluded that this was a necessary lapse of judgment to keep her from going insane in the oppressive loneliness of quarantine. She rationalized that this indulgence was a means of survival, a way to preserve her sanity in an otherwise unbearable situation.

As she stood up, Cassandra began to search for her clothes. She found her meager large shirt and panties, another reminder of her subconscious choices, of her willingness to be seduced. As she dressed, her thoughts kept returning to teh intensity of the previous night. Despite the guild, there was the undeniable pull of desire and satisfaction that she couldn’t push away. She had crossed a line, one she never thought she would, but there was no denying the carnal pleasure Raj had provided. 

With her clothes back on, Cassandra glanced around the room, ensuring she hadn’t left anything behind. She couldn’t afford any more mistakes. This was only a one-time thing that would never happen again, right? As she quietly left Raj’s room, she retreated back to her room. 

The gust of hot air that brushed against her as she opened her door reminded her of the inconvenience of her broken AC. “Crap…” Cassandra groaned. Although she vowed against making any more mistakes, she was unsure how she was going to survive with her room being an oven every night. She hoped that Raj would be able to fix it as soon as possible before she would be driven to sleep in his room again. She feared this last resort option since she knew where that would lead her.

Sitting on the edge of her bead, Cassandra felt the heat pressing down on her, making it difficult to think clearly. The sound of her phone pinging on her desk caused her attention to shift. She remembered she left her phone behind when she left for Raj’s room the previous night. Jason had probably been texting her nonstop.

With a sense of dread, she stood up and walked over to the desk, picking up her phone. The screen was filled with notifications, mostly from Jason. Her heart sank as she opened the messaging app and saw a string of messages he had sent.

Jason: Hey, babe, are you okay?

Jason: Helloooo, babe?

Jason: Are you hung over or something? Text back.

Jason: Can you please respond? Babe!

The messages continued, each one more frantic than the last. Cassandra’s stomach churned with guilt. She had been so caught up in her own turmoil that she had completely neglected Jason, adding another layer of betrayal to her actions.

Taking a deep breath, she typed a response.

Cassandra: Jason, I’m so sorry. I’m doing fine. I might have drank a little too much fell asleep. I guess I forgot to charge my phone so I didn’t see your messages until now. Sorry to keep you worried.”

Her fiancé’s reply was almost immediate. 

Jason: Thank God, you had me worried for a bit. Glad to hear you’re okay. But my, my, Cassandra having a little too much to drink? That’s something new!

Cassandra smiled weakly at his playful text, but her chest tightened with guilt. She had to keep up the charade for now, even though it pained her to lie.  

Cassandra: Yeah, it was just one of those nights. I promise it won’t happen again.

Jason: There’s no worries! You were just drinking, did you enjoy yourself?

Cassandra’s fetching blue eyes widened reading his response. Her mind quickly flashed back to the lustful memories she had with Raj. Subconsciously biting her lip, she found quickly typing back.

Cassandra: Yeah, I enjoy myself. It was nice.

The moment she hit send, a wave of guilt and arousal washed over her. The stark contrast between the pleasure she had felt and the betrayal of her fiancé was overwhelming. As wrong as it was lying to Jason’s face, the adrenaline coursing through her veins was thrilling. 

Cassandra shook her head into focus seeing Jason text her back.

Jason: That’s good. Well, I just wanted to check on you to see if you’re okay. It’s getting late over here, so I’m kicking the bucket, goodnight, Cassandra.

Cassandra sighed, a mix of relief and guilt washing over her. She quickly typed her response. 

Cassandra: Goodnight, Jason. Talk to you tomorrow, kisses.

Cassandra thought of the moment he texted her, asking if she enjoyed herself. She had no idea why he responded so quickly, so casually. His question stirred even more memories of her time with Raj, causing her loins to involuntarily clench with arousal. 

Sitting there, her mind wandered back to the intense moments she shared with Raj. The way he touched her, the way he made her feel so alive and desired. She couldn't describe how she felt. Yes, she was guilty, but the mischief of her secretive activities made her pulse quicken in ways she never felt before. Some of her knew that such feelings were dangerous, but another beckoned her to continue, seeking out this newfound sensation. 

As she put her phone down, Cassandra felt the radiating heat of her room bearing on her again; the sensation of her sticky skin and moist shirt caused her to groan uncomfortably. Her mind swirled with so many thoughts and emotions that she couldn't focus on anything; she was a total mess.

Cassandra took a deep breath. “One step at a time,” she muttered. Standing up, she decided a cool, refreshing shower would help ease her nerves. Removing her clothes she wrapped her towel around her body and stepped exited her room, making her way to the bathroom. 

Inside, Cassandra removed her towel and stepped into the familiar tiled shower. She turned the faucet filled the unconventional bucket she had grown accustomed to with water and used the scooper to soak herself. The cool water cascaded over her body, offering a temporary respite from the oppressive heat and turmoil in her mind.

As the water flowed over her skin, Cassandra closed her eyes and tried to focus on the sensation, letting it wash away her sweat and tension. The previous night’s events weighed heavily on her, but she knew she had to keep moving forward, taking each moment as it came. 

Cassandra continued her shower, lathering her body with soap, and scrubbing away the stench of sex off her skin. She kept her eyes closed, trying to meditate and clear her mind of the conflicting emotions swirling within. The cool water and rhythmic motion of her hands provided a small measure of relief, but her thoughts kept drifting to the previous night. 

Cassandra was reminded of Raj’s touch as her hands traced her body. She was reminded of how good it felt having his bony, lecherous hands paw at her body. Her inhibitions sought to ward off such naughty thoughts but she simply couldn’t help it; Raj made her feel things she could never imagine. 

Cassandra quietly panted as her hands drifted to her crotch, the vivid memories of their passionate fuck session flooding her senses. Her fingers trembled as they brushed against her sensitive lips, her arousal building despite the guilt gnawing at her. She bit her lip, trying to stifle a moan that threatened to escape, her mind clouded by her inherent lust. 

Scooping some water, Cassandra poured it over her head, rinsing the soap away from her body. The cold embrace washed over her, mingling with the heat rising from her core. She tried to push away the thoughts of Raj, but they clung to her, insisting and unrelenting. Her fingers movies with a mind of their own, teasing and playing with her aching pussy, driven by the desire that had been ignited the night before. 

For a moment, she allowed herself to give in, to feel the pleasure that had been so intoxicating. Her breaths came quicker, her body responding to her articulating fingers. “Fuck… mhmmm… Ah… Raj…” Cassandra involuntarily moaned, her voice husky and dripping with arousal. Her slender fingers sunk between her folds, massaging her inner walls and scooping out the remnants of Raj’s seed left in her. 

But as the intensity built, so did the guilt, and she forced herself to stop, her hand falling to her side. Cassandra rested her hands against the tile wall ahead and leaned forward, taking deep breaths to steady herself. She couldn’t keep doing this. She needed to regain control, to find a way to reconcile her actions with her sense of self. This indulgence, however momentary, was not the solution.

“This is it,” Cassandra began, her voice determined. “It ends here. The sooner I put this behind me, the sooner I can move on from this mess…” 

She stood up straighter, steeling herself against the lingering desires that threatened to pull her back into the chaos. Cassandra took another deep breath, composing herself, vowing to never make another mistake again. However, as she did her attention was caught by a familiar voice speaking to her.

“Ah, good morning beautiful! I heard you calling my name?” Raj greeted with a wide, devious grin. Cassandra’s head swiveled in his direction and she screamed, startled by his sudden appearance. 

“Ah! What the hell?! Raj?? H-how did you get in here??” she urgently said, her voice a blend of confusion and apprehension. Her striking blue eyes darted up and down his form through the gap of the sliding shower door to find him wearing nothing but a towel around his skinny waist. 

The old Indian man’s smile widened. “You left the door unlocked,” he chuckled, sliding the door wider, revealing more of his sexy American roommate’s nude body. 

Cassandra’s heart raced, anger and panic flooding her senses. “That doesn’t mean you can just walk in here!” she snapped, trying to maintain her composure as she concealed her body with her arms.

Raj’s grin never faltered. “I apologize if I startled you, but I thought you might need some company. It seems like you’re having a rough morning. Perhaps I can help you feel better,” he said, his voice coming to a low, suggestive tone. 

Cassandra’s lips parted in bewilderment at his suggestion. Her fair cheeks became beet red, searching for a way to get him out of the bathroom without causing a scene. “I’m fine, Raj. Really. I just need some time alone to think and get ready for the day.” 

Raj widened the sliding door, taking a step inside, his old eyes glinting with mischief. “Are you sure? I thought we could continue where we left off last night.” 

Cassandra’s body tensed at his insinuation, memories of their previous night together flashing in her mind. She shook her head, taking a step back. “No, Raj. That was a mistake. I was tipsy and stressed… I shouldn’t have done that with you. It’s not going to happen again.”

Raj’s expression shifted slightly, however, he sensed she still wanted more, she just needed some convincing. “Oh, come on, Cassandra. What we shared was special. You and I know that it was very enjoyable,” he stated, his voice firm and insistent as he fully stepped into the shower with her. Cassandra nervously tried to create more distance between them, her back pressing against the wall behind with nowhere to go. 

“No… Raj… This can’t happen again. I have a fiancé back home! I can’t betray him like that again. Let’s just put this behind us. I promise this won’t change anything,” Cassandra tried to reason, her voice trembling.

Raj’s eyes darkened with determination. “Cassandra, your fiancé isn’t here. He doesn’t know what you need, but I do. Last night, you were alive and free, and the things you said to me, raw and real… Don’t you want to feel that way again?”

Cassandra shook her head vigorously, her eyes wide with apprehension and confusion. “No, Raj. I can’t. I love Jason. What happened between us was just a lapse of judgment. Please, leave.”

Raj took another step closer, his hand reaching out to touch her left arm. Undoing his towel, he hung it over the shower door, revealing his flaccid, dark Indian hog to her. “Cassandra, it’s okay to want more. To want me. We don’t have to stop…” 

Cassandra’s eyes angled down, fixating on his juicy cock and low-hanging balls. Her breath hitched as her body naturally responded to Raj’s male presence. Her heart pounded in her chest as he guided her arm toward him. A part of her screamed at her to stop this at once, but she remained frozen, transfixed on his addicting endowment. 

Before she knew it, he led her hand toward his cock, her slender fingers grazing his heat. Cassandra’s eyes narrowed and she subconsciously bit her lip feeling him again. “That’s it, Cassandra. Feel it again. Feel me. You miss this cock, don’t you?” 

His words sent shivers down her spine, the forbidden thrill of the situation heightened her arousal. Her rational mind cursed at her again to pull away, but her body seemed to have a mind of its own, drawn to the heat and firmness beneath her fingertips. 

The old man tugged her hand closer, her fingers reflexively wrapping around his hardening girth. “There’s no one to judge us here, Cassandra, remember? Just you and me… Everything out there doesn't matter. You need this as much as I do… This is beneficial for the both of us…” he murmured, guiding her delicate hand to stroke his stiffening cock. 

Cassandra’s breath hitched, and she found herself nodding slightly, unable to tear her gaze away from his enticing manhood. The confined space seemed to close even more so around them, the air thick with sexual tension and desire. She felt her resolve weakening with each slow stroke, the line between right and wrong blurring further with each passing second.

“Raj… this is wrong… We can’t…” she whispered, though her voice lacked conviction. A familiar ache surged within her, an itch she needed to be scratched like the night before. 

Raj’s smile widened, sensing her inner turmoil. “But it feels so right… You don’t have to fight it, Cassandra. You deserve to feel good, to be satisfied. He doesn’t have to know. This will be our little arrangement,” he reasoned, his breath getting heavier as she began to stroke him of her own volition. 

“Augh… that’s it, stroke it…” Raj groaned, releasing his grasp from Cassandra as her hand undulated around his cock on its own. “I can’t stop thinking about all those things you said to me last night… Hmm, you’re such a tease…” 

“I- was drunk… I didn’t mean that,” Cassandra murmured, her mind hazed with her rising arousal. 

Raj chuckled softly. “I know when a woman is drunk, and trust me, you knew what you were saying and doing. You wanted it just as much as I did.”

Cassandra’s breath quickened, her rational thoughts slipping away as her body responded to his words and touch. Her hand continued its slow, deliberate strokes, the heat between them intensifying. 

Sensing she was on the brink of succumbing to his grasp, Raj decided to take things a little further. Taking her wrist, he stopped her stroking, causing Cassandra to escape her trance and lock eyes with him. With a mischievous grin, he slowly fell to his knees and held her legs, carefully splaying them wide. 

“W-what are you doing? Stop that…” Cassandra uttered, her voice weak with resolve.

Raj looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire. “Trust me, Cassandra. I’m going to give you what you need. You’re going to enjoy this,” he murmured, his breath warm against her crotch.

Cassandra’s breaths sharpened as she felt his hands on her thighs, spread her legs further apart. The cool air of the shower mingled with the heat irritating from her wettening pussy, sending shivers down her spine. Her mind screamed at her to stop, to push him away, but her body remained still, aching with carnal desire.

Raj leaned forward, his face coming close to her pussy. Cassandra bit her lip and partially closed her eyes feeling his hot breath brush against her lips. “Ah… Raj… you shouldn’t…” she whispered, but the protest in her voice was faint, almost non-existent. 

He brushed his lips against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, peppering her with sensual kisses as he journeyed closer to her pussy. “Just relax, Cassandra. Let me make you feel good.”

Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, her body trembling with anticipation and fear. She wanted to resist, to regain control, but the sensation of his mouth so close to her most intimate area was too overwhelming. A soft moan escaped her lips as she felt his tongue stretch out, teasing her skin.

“Hmmm… Raj… Please…” Cassandra murmured, though even she wasn’t sure if she was begging him to stop or continue. 

The old man took her silence as consent, his tongue tracing a path along her inner thigh, inching closer to her honey pot. Cassandra’s resolve crumbled further, her body arching toward him in response to the tantalizing sensations of his wet tongue. 

When his mouth finally made contact with her pussy, she gasped, her hands flying to his balding head, her fingers tangling with his sparse, gray hair. The sensations of his tongue and lips were electric, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Raj’s tongue worked expertly, delving past her moist folds and exploring her sweet cunt as his hands gripped her thighs, keeping her steady. 

“God… Raj… this is wrong…” Cassandra whimpered, but her body betrayed her. Her hips rocked against his wrinkled face, seeking the more exquisite pleasure he was giving her. 

Raj groaned against her throbbing pussy, the vibrations adding another layer of mind-numbing sensation. “You taste so good, beautiful. I’ve been wanting to eat your pussy.”

Cassandra’s head fell back against the shower wall, the cool tile a stark contrast to the heat building within her. She was lost in the pleasure, her guilt slowly fading away with each skillful menstruation from Raj. Her moans grew louder, echoing off the bathroom walls, her body trembling as she drew to the edge. 

“Fuck… Hmmm, Raj… Ohhh… ah…” she panted, succumbing to the taboo pleasure, her grip on his head tightening. 

Raj savored his sweet nectar, eagerly extracting her juices from her wet pussy like he was an anteater. His lips worked diligently, sensually kissing and grazing her sensitive lips and clit, eliciting heavier moans from her. Increasing his efforts, his fellatio intensified and he began to curl his tongue up into her G-spot.

Cassandra’s fetching blue eyes shot open feeling a shock of pleasure strike her. She let out a guttural moan as she reflexively stood on her toes. She tugged his face deeper into her pussy, firmly pressing him against her. 

“Raj… oh God.. don’t stop…” she gasped, her body shuddering with the overwhelming sensations. Her hips rocked against his face, threatening to suffocate the old man, however this didn’t deter him. Upping the ante, Raj took her left leg and mounted it over his shoulder with surprising strength and finesse, allowing him more leverage and easier access to her sweet, American pussy.

The new angle added to the already intense sensations, sending jolts of pleasure through Cassandra’s nerves. She let out a deep, throaty moan, her right head releasing Raj’s head to grip the shower rail for support. Raj’s tongue delved deeper, his lips and teeth teasing her clit with practiced precision. 

“Yes… ouhhh… Right there, Raj…” she panted, her voice a mix of desperation and ecstasy. Her leg that remained standing shook with increasing ferocity as she felt herself nearing her impending orgasm. Her body tightened, every nerve ending alight with searing pleasure. 

Raj groaned against her feeling her pussy quivering and tightening against his lips and tongue. His bony hands gripped her thighs firmly, holding her steady as he continued his relentless assault on her aching slit. Her body tensed against his hold, her moans growing louder and more urgent. 

“Raj… I’m… I’m going to… You’re going to make me…” Cassandra’s voice trailed off into a series of breathless gasps as her orgasm built to a crescendo. The world around her seemed to blur, her entire being focused on the intense pleasure radiating from her core.  

With one final, expert curl of his tongue, Raj pushed her over the brink. Cassandra cried out, her body convulsing with the force of her climax. She clung to him, her fingers digging into his scalp as she rode out the waves of ecstasy. 

Raj’s old eyes widened as he was flooded with her sweet nectar. The old man eagerly gulped her essence as she shuddered violently against his grasp. He sunk his fingers into her soft thighs, fighting to keep her still as she moaned loudly. 

“AHHHHH! FUCKKK!” Cassandra squealed. Her blue orbs rolled behind her skull and her toes clenched tightly. 

Raj continued to work his tongue, prolonging her orgasm and savoring every moment of her release. Cassandra’s body quivered heavily in waves, her supporting leg barely able to hold under her as the potent pleasure melted her brain. She clung to him, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. 

As her climax began to subside, Cassandra’s grip on Raj’s head loosened, her body slowly relaxing. She panted heavily, her mind reeling from the overwhelming sensations and the weight of her relapse into depravity. She leaned back against the shower wall, trying to steady herself. 

Raj pulled back, his aged face glistening with her slimy goodness. He looked up at her, a satisfied grin on his lips. “How was that, Cassandra? Feel better?” he playfully asked, unmounting her leg from his shoulder. 

Cassandra’s brain was fogged with lust and utter satisfaction. Before she processed what happened, she involuntarily replied, “Yes… that was good…” Her inhibitions were thoroughly eroded and her raw desires.

Not wanting to allow Cassandra to gather herself, he quickly rose to his feet. Taking her her chin, he pulled her into a deep, sloppy kiss. Their lips intertwined and their tongues twirled passionately. Cassandra’s body involuntarily responded to his advances and returned the favor.

She moaned softly between his lips, tasting her flavor laced in his saliva. The intensity of their kiss grew, Raj’s hands roaming over her wet, trembling body. Her own hands found their way to his chest, feeling the rough texture of his skin.

Cassandra fell deeper into the lust, her voice of reason becoming drowned by the potent allure of her insatiable desires, a primal need she couldn’t ignore. She clung to him, her body craving the forbidden pleasure he offered. Her moans became more urgent, her hips pressing against him, seeking more.

Raj broke the kiss, his breath heavy and hot against her face. “I can give you more, Cassandra. I can make you feel things you’ve never felt before,” he whispered, his voice a low, seductive rumble.

Her resolve wavered, the logical part of her mind drowned by the powerful need that consumed her. She knew she should stop, that this was a betrayal of Jason, but the desire was too strong, and the pleasure was too addicting. 

“All day, every day. Just you and me, Cassandra. Just forget about everything outside. That will only serve to distract you,” Raj continued, his hands roaming onto her ass, giving her plush cheeks sensual squeezes. 

Cassandra’s breath shallowed, her body arching to his touch. The forbidden thrill, the intoxicating pleasure, it was all too much. She slightly nodded in agreement, her body betraying her as she pressed closer to him.

“Raj… I…” she stammered, her voice barely a whisper.

“Shhh, Raj soothed, his lips brushing against her lips. “Just let go… Let me take care of you…” 

At that moment, Cassandra’s eyes widened feeling a familiar, stiff prod her crotched. She quickly glanced down to find his erect cock pressing against her. His hands slid down her back, gripping the curves of her hips firmly, pulling her even closer. The air in the shower became humid with the heat irritating their bodies, creating a steamy, electrifying atmosphere. Cassandra felt herself slipping further into the abyss of desire, the line between right and wrong blurring with every touch. 

Raj’s mouth found hers again, their kiss deep and passionate. Her hands moved to his shoulders, clutching him desperately as she surrendered to his lecherous grasp. The guilt and the conflict faded away, leaving only the raw, urgent need to be filled, to be taken, to be fucked...

“All day, every day,” he repeated, his voice a low growl. “Just you and me…” 

Cassandra’s breath came in slow, steady waves as her body surrendered to its carnal desires. As Raj moved to slip himself into her pussy, her left leg lifted from the tile floor and sensually wrapped around his skinny waist, eagerly pulling him into her.

Cassandra’s leg lifted, instinctively wrapping around Raj’s thin waist, pulling him closer as the heat between them intensified. The small bathroom was filled with the scent of their bodies, mingled with the dampness from the bucket of water and wet tiles. She clung to him, her hands gripping his shoulders as her arousal raged inside her.

Raj’s breath was hot against her neck as he whispered, “Just let go, Cassandra. No one has to know… it’s just us.” His rough, aged hands slid over her smooth white skin, gripping her hips with possessive intent. She shuddered as the cool droplets of water tricked down her body, mixing with the heat radiating between them.

Raj’s hands tightened their grip as he lined the tip of his cock against Cassandra’s moist slit. With a steady thrust, he pushed himself inside her forcing a sharp breath to escape her lips. Inch by inch, he delved effortlessly into her welcoming pussy, filling her until he bottomed out inside her. 

“Ohhh… hmmm… my God… fuck…” Cassandra moaned, her jagged breaths filling the small space, her nails digging into his shoulders as she felt the familiar sensation of his cock stretching her. Her body felt hot from the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her. The reminder of how good Raj felt caused her inhibitions to erode further as she descended into the depths of depravity. The cold of the tiled wall behind her contrasted sharply with the intense heat building between their bodies, immersing them in their erotic moment.

Cassandra’s mind wavered, the guilt a distant echo she couldn’t focus on as her carnal desires seized her. Raj began to thrust into her, causing her, each movement deep and deliberate, the wet slap of their bodies filling the small shower. Cassandra’s back arched against the cold tiles, her stroking blue eyes rolling back as he fucked her good. Every thrust pushed her further into a haze of lust, her body moving instinctively to meet his rhythm. The friction, the way he felt deep inside her, drove her wild, erasing any last traces of rationality she tried to cling to.

Her moans grew louder, the sound bouncing off the walls as she lost herself to the lust. Raj’s grip on her hips tightened, his bony fingers digging into her flesh as he increased his pace, each thrust hitting deeper, kissing her cervix with every deep penetration. Cassandra rolled her hips against him, extracting every ounce of pleasure she could from their sensual union, heightening the sensations of his big cock, stretching her inner walls, rubbing and knicking every sensitive spot she had. 

“Oh, Raj… yes… just like that… k-keep going,” she panted, her hips shifting to meet his fluid movements. Her eyes fluttered shut, her head falling back as she surrendered completely, the intensity of the moment blurring the line between right and wrong.

Raj leaned in, standing on his toes, his breath hot against her ear. “Yes… I can’t get enough of this pussy, beautiful,” the old man growled. “You know you need this… just let it all go… let me keep fucking you… We can make each other feel good while we’re stuck here together,” he continued in a low, seductive murmur. Cassandra shuddered, her body responding as his words fanned the flames of her arousal. 

She bit the corner of her lip feeling his cock thrust deeper, the pressure building as his manhood sleuthed in and out… in and out… making wet squelching sounds that rang in their ears, heating the erotic atmosphere around them. The sound of their bodies moving together, the feel of his rough hands gripping the curves of her waist, and the sensation of being fucked by a foreign man, made her blood boil with naughty desire, pushing her closer to her building climax. 

“Fuck, Raj… you so… mhmm, deep,” Cassandra murmured, her voice shaky and desperate as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “Ah ah ah… uh uh… ouhhh… yes… Raj…” she continued to moan, her breaths becoming ragged and heavy as their bodies erotically slid against each other, slick with sweat. 

Raj’s pace quickened, his pistoning hips becoming more vigorous, more urgent, more demanding. His hands roamed her sides, gripping her shapely tits into his palms and wrapping his lips around them. Raj suckled Cassandra’s breasts like a baby, hungrily swapping between each boob, flicking her hardening nipples with his tongue as he continued his rapid thrusting. 

Cassandra’s head fell back against the tiles, her eyelids fluttering from the sheer pleasure flooding her senses. The sensation of his cock stretching her and reaching deep into her very core, combined with his warm mouth teasing her nipples, made her entire body shudder uncontrollably. She couldn’t wrap her head around the fact that this shorter, elderly man, with his rugged hands and seasoned touch, could be so incredibly good—so capable of unlocking a side of her she’d never known.

“Mhhhmmm, yes… hmmmm…” the old man grumbled with his mouth wrapped around his sexy American roommate’s tit, his tongue swirling and flicking around her nipple, eliciting long, sultry moans from her lips. 

Cassandra’s breath came in gasps, her back arching against Raj as she pulled him deeper into her chest with her arms, craving more of the pleasure he offered. The contrast between his old hands and skilled lips drove her wild, her body moving instinctively to match his deep thrusts. The wet sounds of their bodies colliding, the squelch of his cock sliding in and out of her slick pussy, and the sharp intakes of breath between their moans echoed off the bathroom walls, heightening their arousal to unbearable levels. 

“Raj… oh God… deeper,” she moaned, her voice breathless and hungry. She cupped his wrinkling face in her delicate hands hand lifting his gaze toward hers. Her fetching blue orbs locked with his aged, lust-darkened eyes. Without a word, Raj pulled his lips away from her breast, and their faces instantly drew closer. The heat between them intensified as they leaned in, lips meeting in a deep sloppy kiss. 

Their tongues intertwined, exploring one another hungrily as their passion surged. They swapped their saliva, savoring each other's taste, fueling their desire. Cassandra’s hands slid from his face to the back of his balding head, pulling him deeper into the kiss, her slender fingers tangling in his graying hair. The way he kissed her—possessive, hungry, almost desperate—sent a thrill down her spine, making her body tremble with arousal. 

Raj’s hips continued to thrust with ever-increasing fervor, his cock driving deeper inside her as their lips locked together. Cassandra could feel Raj reaching into her stomach with his pleasurable endowment, each movement smooth and deliberate, making her moan into his mouth as her body pressed harder against him. The wet sounds of their slapping flesh and smacking lips heightened the erotic moment, echoing off the bathroom walls.

Cassandra’s hands moved from his head, slowly trekking down his wrinkled back, her fingers tracing the lines of his weathered, brow skin. When her hands finally reached his small, aged butt, she paused for a moment, feeling the firmness under her palms. Her fingers dug into his cheeks, pulling deeper into her pussy, assisting him in his thrusting to satiate her carnal desire.

Raj responded immediately, his hips driving upward, pounding her pussy with each powerful thrust. The pressure of his body against hers sent shockwaves of pleasure rippling through her, and her breath hitched as her mind melted from the overwhelming stimulation. She arched her back, pressing her soft breasts against his chest, her body desperate for more. 

“Yes… ouuuhhhh… mmhhmmm… Right there… Right there, Raj…” Cassandra moaned, her voice heavy as her hands gripped his ass tighter, guiding his movements. She couldn't believe she allowed herself to fall into this old man’s grasp again. It was so wrong, so depraved. Each thrust sent jolts of ecstasy through her, building toward something that was quickly becoming unbearable in the best possible way. 

Raj groaned, plucking his lips from hers and nuzzling her face into her neck once more. Cassandra could feel the tension in his body as he responded to her tightness wrapping around his throbbing cock. His pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more forceful, more urgent, as he felt her pussy pulling him deeper, their bodies moving together in perfect sync.

Cassandra’s striking blue eyes fluttered shut as she lost herself in the sex, the way his cock stretched her, filling her completely, hitting every sensitive spot inside her. The pressure building in her core was mind-numbing, her breaths came in short, ragged gasps as she teetered on the edge of release. 

“Raj… oh fuck… don’t stop… ohhh,” she whispered, her nails digging into his cheeks as she held him tight against her. She could feel the heat rising within, the climax just out of reach, her body aching for that final push.

Raj grunted, his hips slamming into her with renewed vigor. “You like that, don’t you?” he rasped, his voice strained with lust. “Take it, Cassandra… take it all…” His aged hands found their way onto her plush ass, his bony fingers sinking into her cheeks as he pistoned his cock into her pussy.

Her body responded eagerly, moving with him, her moans growing louder and jagged. The intensity of his thrusts, the grip of her hands pulling him deeper, and the way their bodies collided, slick with sweat, all drove her to the brink.

With one final thrust, Raj buried himself balls-deep inside her, and Cassandra’s world shattered. Her body tensed as the climax hit her like a tidal wave, her walls tightening around him as she cried out in ecstasy. “Raj! MHMMMMMFUCKKKKKK!” she squealed as her orgasm ripped through her body, crashing over her in waves, leaving her breathless and trembling in his arms. 

Raj winced and groaned feeling her wet walls wring his cock, creaming all over him as she shuddered violently against him. He tried to hold on but it was simply too much. “Augh… Here it comes beautiful…” he growled just as he reached his climax.

Just as Raj’s body tensed, ready to release deep inside her, Cassandra’s breath hitched and she whispered urgently, “Pull out.”

Raj groaned, his grip tightening on her ass, his body on the verge of orgasm. “No… I’m almost there,” he grunted, his voice thick with need. His hips bucked forward, pressing into her deeper, his release so close he could taste it. 

But Cassandra wasn’t hearing it. He couldn’t let this old man cum inside her again. She wasn’t on birth control and she couldn’t bear to think about the implications if he were to get her pregnant. In one quick, decisive move, she placed her hands firmly against his chest, pushing him back with enough force to break his rhythm. “I said pull out,” she demanded, her tone breathy yet firm. 

Raj stumbled slightly, still holding on to her as his body ached for release. “Argh, Cassandra… what—” he started to object but before he could finish, she slid down the wall, falling gracefully to her knees in front of him, her eyes locked on his. Her right hand wrapped around his pulsing cock, slick with both their arousal and teasingly fondled his heavy balls with her left. She stroked him, fast and urgent as she bit the corner of her lip, her eyes burning with anticipation and arousal.

Raj’s breath caught in his throat as he looked down at her, his body trembling. “Augh… Cassandra… Cassandra…” he muttered, the sensation of her hands working him driving him wild. He couldn’t hold back any longer.

The sexy American leaned forward, her lips just inches from his profusely leaking tip, her blue eyes dark with lust as she whispered, “Come on, Raj. Do it… Give me your cum. Cum on my face, Daddy…” The wet squelching sounds of her stroking his cock rang in the small shower, intensifying the heated moment. 

Raj groaned deeply, his body responding instantly to her words. The word “Daddy”, sent a shockwave through him. Just like the night before, the way it rolled off her tongue, so sultry, so submissive, was heart-racingly thrilling. God how he loved Americans and their naughty slang. 

His cock twitched violently in her hand, her grip firm yet teasing, and the sight f her kneeling in front of him, so willing, so eager, made his blood boil with lust. Her fetching eyes, darkened with desire, looked up at him, pleading for his release, and he couldn’t hold back any longer. 

“Augh.. Cassandra… Cassandra… Yes,” he groaned, his breath coming in ragged bursts. His hips bucked forward involuntarily, the tension coiling tighter inside him, ready to snap. The sight of her lush lips parted, her tongue teasing the sensitive underside of his leaking tip, nearly undid him. The way she formed her mouth into a perfect, welcoming cup, poised to catch every drop of him, sent his senses spiraling out of control. 

Her breath was hot against him, her lips inches away, as her tongue flicked out again, teasing him, pushing him further toward the edge. “Ah… nhg… Cassandra…” he groaned again, his hands reaching out, gripping her wavy, black hair as his body surrendered to the building pressure. His hips bucked again, thrust toward her mouth as he felt the first wave of his release finally washing over him. The teasing brush of her tongue and her skillful hands stroking and fondling him sent him to the very brink, ready to release all that pent-up arousal. 

Cassandra’s eyes locked into his, her expression one of pure lust and satisfaction, and it was the—those eyes, filled with hunger—that finally sent him over the edge. 

With a deep growl, Raj’s body tensed, and his cock jerked violently in her grasp. “Yes… Here it comes… here… it… comes… ARRRAGGGHHH!” he roared, barely able to get the words out as his climax overtook him. His seed shot out in thick, heavy spurts, the first splash landing on her tongue as she opened her mouth wider to receive him. 

Cassandra moaned softly, her lips curling into a smile as she tasted him, her tongue swirling around his cock, catching every drop as he continued to pump into her waiting mouth. The warm, salty taste of him filled her senses, and the intensity of the moment made her pussy dripping onto the tiled floor beneath her. But as his release came in thick, heavy loads, she flinched slightly, her breath catching as a few of his thick ropes landed across her pretty face, splattering across her cheeks and lips.

The sensation of his cum painting her skin, warm and slick, only made her more eager. She tilted her head back, her tongue darting out to lick at the drips that missed her mouth, her eyes fluttering shut as she savored the feeling. The mixture of the cum on her face and in her mouth was intoxicating. But the old man still had more to give. 

Rajgroaned deeply as Cassandra kept stroking him, teasingly squeezing his contracting balls to milk him of everything he had. She stretched her tongue out once more, catching the last of his remaining loads spurting from his tip, allowing it to pool in her mouth as she savored his virile sperm. 

His body trembled as he watched her, mesmerized by the sight of her covered in his essence. His breath ragged, and his hands shook as he reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face, his thumb trailing her cheek where his cum had landed. “God… you really know how to make a man happy beautiful. 

Cassandra met his gaze with a sultry smile, her mouth still full of his cum as she held it for a moment, teasing him by showing off his work. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she let him see the creamy evidence glistening on her tongue. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, she gracefully shut her lips and swallowed, her throat moving as she took him down.

She opened her mouth again, this time revealing nothing but her clean, pink tongue as she ran it along her lips, savoring the last traces of him. “Mmm,” she purred softly, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “All gone, Daddy…”

Raj groaned, his body still trembling as he watched her scoop what remained of his seed on her face with her fingers. The way that she owned the moment, so confident, so seductive, left him speechless. As much as he would have loved shooting his load deep in her pussy, this was very satisfactory. 

“Heh, good girl,” he muttered, his voice rough and low, still reeling from teh sheer intensity of what had just passed between them.

After Cassandra swallowed and showed Raj the evidence of his release completely gone, the air between them thickened with the lingering heat of the moment. The small bathroom felt even more intimate, their breaths still heavy from their naughty fuck session.

Raj, still catching his breath, reached down, running a hand through her hair and then along her cheek, this thumb brushing over her now-clean lips. “You were amazing, beautiful,” the old man began, a smug grin tugging at his lips. “I told you this is good for the both of us.”

Still kneeling before him, Cassandra smiled up at him with a sense of satisfaction, feeling the power she held in the moment. She slowly rose to her feet, her legs slightly shaky from her orgasm still buzzing through her body. She leaned back against the cold tiles for a moment, the cool surface calming her overheated skin. She couldn’t believe that willingly cheated on Jason again. But she couldn’t deny that thrill of doing something so depraved, so driven by overwhelming lust that made her feel alive. 

Raj straightened himself, his breathing starting to steady, His beady eyes lingering on her, taking in her disheveled beauty. The sight of her—her body still flushed, her alluring blue eyes half-lidded and glazed with lust, the remnants of his cum frosted on her skin—left him wanting more. 

A moment of silence passed between them, but it wasn’t awkward. Cassandra wasn’t sure how to acknowledge what happened. She felt the weight of the moment settling in, yet it wasn’t regret that surfaced—at least, not the kind she expected. Her mind raced, trying to piece together the reality of it all, but she knew that truth deep down. As much as her conscience tried to deny it, Cassandra needed this. She needed to be fucked like that—raw, intense, without hesitation.

Her mind spiraled, caught between conflicting thoughts of desire and guilt, she suddenly felt Raj lean toward her, his head tilting up to accommodate his shorter stature. His lips pressed against hers in a deep, affectionate kiss. She tensed at first, her body stiffening in surprise as the gesture hit her. But soon, the warmth of his touch, the softness of his lips, and the slow, deliberate way he kissed her made her melt into him. Her resistance faded, replaced by his intoxicating pull.

Raj’s hands slid to her ass, gripping her soft cheeks possessively as the kiss deepened. It wasn’t rough or urgent like before; it was slow, almost tender, and caught her off guard. She responded in kind, her lips parting as she leaned into him, wrapping her arms around his neck and allowing his tongue to dance with hers. 

When they finally pulled apart, Raj’s eyes sparkled with mischief, a satisfied smirk curling on his lips as he studied her flushed face. He seemed to revel in the moment, the satisfaction of claiming the sexy American woman made him feel like he was on top of the world. 

“Let’s get cleaned up, shall we?” he murmured, his voice smooth and full of promise. He ran his rough hands from her ass to her curvy hips. “We have plenty of time to continue later.”

Cassandra’s heart pounded in her chest as she tried to catch her breath, the weight of his words settling over her. The thought of what might come next sent a thrill through her. She bit her lip feeling that she was being pulled deeper into the hole of depravity by Raj, but she offered no resistance, just acceptance…

-

Once Cassandra and Raj cleaned up, they departed for their rooms to get dressed. Cassandra quickly slipped on her cotton shorts and loose tank top, the choice of revealing clothing not even crossing her mind. She was eager to escape the heat of her small, stifling room. The air felt thick, the broken AC making the oppressive warmth unbearable. But strangely enough, she began to find herself in no rush to get it fixed. The thought of having to endure this discomfort should have bothered her more—but it didn’t.

Because now, there was an unexpected solution to her problem. 

The idea of sleeping in Raj’s room again lingered in the back of her mind, sending a thrill through her that was both exciting and unsettling. It was a prospect that felt so inappropriate, so deliciously naughty, especially since it was what led to their taboo coupling just the night before. The memory of it—their heated, impulsive passion—was still fresh, the sensation of his touch, his body against hers still vivid in her mind.

That thought alone was enough to make her heart race. There was no doubt that if she shared a bed with him again, they would be fucking more—more often, more urgently as if they were a couple. But they weren’t. Cassandra had a fiancé thousands of miles away, waiting for her, trusting her. The boundary she and Raj crossed could no longer be uncrossed. She knew it, felt it in her core. She had given in to that lecherous old man twice now—once on his bed, and again in the shower. She wasn’t even counting when she sucked him off on the couch or the countless times they tirelessly fucked on his bed. 

Each time, the pull had been stronger, the desire more urgent. Cassandra hated to admit it, but there was something addictive about the way Raj touched her, the way he fucked her without hesitation, without holding back. His confidence, his experience—it all drove her wild in a way that surprised her. And then there was the fact that he was well-endowed, something she couldn’t ignore even if she tried. It wasn’t just how he used it, though—it was the way he made her feel when he did like her body was made to be taken by him.

What made things even stranger for her was that despite his age and his old, skinny frame, she found herself drawn to him. It defied logic. He wasn’t the kind of man she had ever imagined herself with. His rough edges, his lecherous grin, and the fact that he was old enough to be her father—none of it mattered in the heat of the moment. Hell, it made things feel even more thrilling for her. Somehow, he knew exactly how to push her buttons and make her lose herself in ways she hadn’t experienced before.

It was disorienting, this attraction she felt for him, especially when she thought of Jason. He was young, fit, tall, everything she thought she wanted. But Raj awakened something in her that Jason never had, something primal and uncontrollable. It terrified her how easily she succumbed to it, how her body craved Raj’s touch, how she found herself thinking about her next encounter even now, as she stood alone in her sweltering room. 

Cassandra ran her hand through her long, black hair, trying to shake off the confusion that gripped her. She shouldn’t want this, shouldn’t want him. But she did. There was no denying it anymore. Her rational mind tried to convince her that it was just circumstances, the heat, the isolation of quarantine—but deep down, she knew it was more than that. Raj made her feel things she didn’t want to feel and act on impulses she’d never thought she had.

And as much as she hated to admit it, she wanted more.

Back in the main living area, Cassandra and Raj settled in for some lunch. The atmosphere shifted between them, a simmering tension underlying every interaction. As she sat at the small dining table, Cassandra couldn't help but notice the giddy, satisfied expression on Raj’s weathered face as he moved around the kitchen. His movements were casual, almost carefree.

She watched him quietly, her mind still swirling with everything that had happened in the last twenty-four hours. Each time she caught him flicking his beady eyes toward her, there was a glint in them, followed by a soft chuckle he barely tried to suppress. It was as if he was reveling in the new dynamic between them, knowing full well he claimed her as his. 

Cassandra’s stomach churned, and she shifted slightly in her chair. The way Raj’s eyes lingered on her, how they danced with amusement and desire, made her skin prickle with awareness. He knew he had her now, that he had crossed that line with her that couldn’t be erased. 

Cassandra took a deep breath, the silence between them growing heavier by the second as they ate. She could feel the weight of Raj’s gaze on her, the tension was palpable, and she knew something had to be said about their new… relationship. They mingled in the most intimate ways more than once, and ignoring it wouldn’t make it go away. She had made her decision—Jason was thousands of miles away, and whatever guilt she initially felt had slowly given way to acceptance. The affair was happening, and it was time to define what it meant before things spiraled out of control. 

She glanced up from her plate, her mind racing to find the right words. Finally, she broke the ice. “Raj,” she said, her voice firm yet calm, “We need to talk about… what’s happening between us.”

Raj’s smirk faltered for a moment, his expression turning serious as he set the glass he was holding down on the counter. “Go on,” he said, his tone measured, but the flicker of interest in his eyes told her he’d been waiting for this. 

Cassandra straightened in her chair, her hands resting on the table in front of her. “This… whatever this is,” she gestured between them, “Needs to have boundaries.”

Raj raised his bushy brow, crossing his arms as he leaned against the table, his eyes still trained on her. “Boundaries?” he echoed, his voice tinged with curiosity and slight concern. “And what kind of boundaries are you thinking? Heh, there’s practically none between us!” he continued with a hardy chuckle. 

A small smirk tugged at Cassandra’s lips at his blunt words before steadying her breath. “First of all, no one finds out about this. Not a single soul. This stays between us until…” She paused, feeling the gravity of her words. “Until this whole pandemic ends and I leave India.” 

Raj’s old eyes narrowed at her statement, his playful demeanor hardening. The old man felt displeased hearing those words. The smile faded from his face, replaced with a flash of displeasure and frustration. His fingers drummed lightly against the table as he processed what she had just said. The thought of her leaving, of this arrangement being temporary, didn’t sit well with him. 

He had tasted something forbidden, something he hadn’t expected to feel again, and now the idea of it slipping through his fingers—of Cassandra walking away from him, from this—left a bitter taste in his mouth. He didn’t want her to leave. No, he wanted her to stay. Permanently. 

For a moment, neither of them spoke. Cassandra felt the shift in the air, Raj’s silence unsettling her. When she looked up, his narrowed eyes were locked onto hers, intense in a way that made her feel uncomfortable. 

“You’re thinking about leaving,” he said slowly, his voice lower now. “Once this pandemic ends you’ll be gone…”

Cassandra shifted uncomfortably in her chair, suddenly unsure of her words. “Yes,” she replied cautiously, trying to maintain her composure. “I’ll admit, what’s happening between us is… great, exciting even. But, this is just temporary, Raj. You know that.”

Raj couldn’t help but flash an amused grin but his expression flattened as he leaned back slightly, his eyes never leaving her pretty face. “Temporary,” he trailed off, his tone laced with something she couldn’t quite place. He didn’t like that word. Not one bit.

Raj’s jaw clenched, his displeasure evident, though he remained calm on the surface. “You could stay,” the old man suggested casually, but the intensity in his gaze betrayed his true feelings. “We couldn’t continue this… indefinitely.”

Cassandra blinked, surprised by the bluntness of his statement. She hadn’t expected him to push back like this. “Raj… I can’t. You know I can’t,” she said, shaking her head slightly. “This was never meant to be permanent… What we did… was… good… really good…” her voice muttered into a whisper. “But I can’t let this affect my life.”

He exhaled sharply, his frustration just beneath the surface. “And why not? Why does it have to end?” His old eyes bore into hers. “You said it yourself. You liked what we did. You’re satisfied. We both are. Why leave?? You and I both know that I’m the only one that can fuck you good, yes?”

Cassandra felt her heart palpating in her chest. She hadn’t expected this pushback, and it rattled her more than she cared to admit. “Because,” she carefully began, her voice strained. “I have a fiancé. I have a life waiting for me back home in the States. I can’t just throw that away.”

Raj’s eyes darkened at the mention of her significant other, and he leaned forward, his voice soft but sharp. “That fiancé who’s thousands of miles away?” His lips curled into a smirk. “And yet here you are, with me. Enjoying yourself with my cock, and taking what you need.”

His words hit harder than expected, striking at the very guilt she had been suppressing. Cassandra looked away, her heart racing and her cheeks flushed. She couldn’t deny the truth of what he was saying. She had given in to him, willingly, and part of her had enjoyed it more than she should. 

Raj leaned back in his chair, watching her carefully, gauging her reaction. “You could have a new life here,” he said after a moment, his voice softer now, almost persuasive. With me. No judgment. Just us… We can fuck each other’s brains out whenever we like! India also has plenty of great opportunities for you, Cassandra. You can find yourself a great career here.”

Cassandra swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his words pressing down on her. It was tempting. She was hooked on Raj and the pleasure he had to offer. She also couldn’t help but arch her brow about career opportunities in India. He wasn’t exactly wrong. During her studies here she was offered some serious internship opportunities but turned them down due to her engagement with Jason. 

The idea of escaping the complications back home, of indulging in this depraved passion with no consequences, was an enticing fantasy. But that’s all it was—a fantasy.

Cassandra pinched the bridge of her nose and let out a heavy sigh. “Raj…” she murmured, her voice resigned. “I can’t. This ends when I leave.”

Raj’s eyes narrowed again, his displeasure becoming more apparent as he clenched his fists, but he didn’t argue further. Instead, he simply nodded, not wanting to provoke Cassandra into ending things between them right then and there. 

The silence between them was palpable, stretching out as they sat across from each other. Cassandra could feel the tension in the air, and not wanting Raj to sink further into his brooding thoughts, she took a deep breath and decided to break it. Her voice was soft, almost soothing as she spoke. 

“Come on, Raj… don’t let this get you down,” she began, her tone laced with gentle reassurance. “We still don’t know how long this whole pandemic thing will last, but it doesn’t seem like it’s ending anytime soon. We still have plenty of time to have fun together.” 

Raj’s eyes widened at her words, the hint of disappointment from earlier quickly replaced by something more eager. The idea of her leaving faded as her words sank in, and a wide, devilish smile spread across his lips. “Oh? Is that so…” he murmured, his voice thick with intrigue and laced with a flicker of desire. 

Cassandra bit her lip, her heart racing as she locked eyes with him. There was an undeniable thrill reassuring him this way, in giving the old man what he wanted without fully giving herself away. She was now committed to her debauchery. There was no turning back now. The tension between them shifted, taking on a light, more playful edge, and she could feel the warmth of his gaze as it lingered on her. 

Raj leaned closer, his voice a low murmur. “Well, then, beautiful… if we’ve got time, I can think I have a few ways to make it count.” His hand brushed over hers, the touch lingering just enough to make her stomach flutter with anticipation and excitement. 

“Plenty of ways, I’m sure,” she replied, her voice low and full of desire, her lips curving into a small, devious smile.

Cassandra took a steady breath, her hand resting on Raj’s as she leaned closer. “While I’m here… you can consider me… yours,” she whispered, her tone playfully seductive.

Raj’s smirk widened, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction and a hint of something darker. The promise she’d made was enough for now, but as he looked at her, a new resolve settled over him. She might see this as temporary—a fleeting affair, a secret to be tucked away when she eventually left—but Raj had other plans.

In his mind, the lecherous old man was already setting the wheels in motion. He would change her mind, fuck her so good over and over again until she would become addicted to him and never want to leave India. Only then, would he bind her to him permanently. And the answer to making that happen was simple.

He would get her pregnant.

The thought filled him with a strange thrill and made his cock strain against his shorts. He could already picture it—Cassandra, with growing life within her, his life, tied to him in a way that no one could undo. She wouldn’t leave him then; she wouldn’t be able to. She would dump that fiancéof hers and belong to him in every sense, her heart, her body, her future bound to his. 

Raj’s fingers closed around her hand as he leaned across the table, his face hovering near hers. “Then let’s make the most of the time we have,” he said softly, the hint of his true intentions concealed behind a charming smile.

Cassandra chuckled softly, her lips mere inches from his, teasing him with a playful glint in her blue eyes. They locked lips and fell into a deep, passionate kiss, their tongues intertwining as they explored each other’s mouths. When they finally pulled away, Cassandra took a deep breath to steady herself, still feeling the electricity between them. She cleared her throat, a hint of seriousness returning to her gaze.

“There’s one more thing, Raj,” she began, her voice firm yet soft. She met his eyes directly, her tone carrying the weight of her final boundary. “No cumming inside. Either you pull out, or. You wear a condom. I’m not on any birth control… Letting you do that last night is risky enough… But I’m sure it was a safe time for me…” she added, letting the implication hang in the air. “It would be risky, considering how… virile you are.”

Raj’s expression shifted, a flicker of displeasure flashing across his face as he absorbed her words. He didn’t like the restriction, but he quickly masked his reaction, schooling his features into a calm smile. “Alright,” he replied smoothly, giving her a small nod of acknowledgment. “No cumming inside. I’ll respect your boundaries… Unless you change your mind, hehe.”

Cassandra’s eyes widened upon hearing his bold reply. However, she just shrugged him off with a laugh thinking he was just teasing her. Her shoulders relaxed slightly, and she smiled, seemingly assured by his response. But in Raj’s mind, the rule was already a challenge waiting to be conquered. He knew that boundaries, once tested, often gave way. He would respect her wishes for now, but he was confident that, given time, he would wear down her resistance. After all, they both know just how easily her resolve could melt in the heat of their passion.

For now, he played the part of the agreeable lover, but a small, knowing smirk lingered on his lips as he knew he had her in his clutches…

To be continued…