"I feel your little clit, hon," he said. "It's like a little cock."

She lurched up, thrusting her cunt at his hand. "Just keep rubbing it like that," she urged.

His fingers slipped around her wet pussy. He pushed his index finger into her cunthole and rubbed her clit.

"That's nice," she said.

"Can't I put it in?" he whined.

It was tempting, but she wanted to punish him. "No, only your finger."

Why do I let Mother rule my life? she thought even as Chuck frigged her. I'm a grown woman, not a kid. Why do I make such a big deal about Chuck fucking me?

But she knew she was under Maggie's spell. That was why she continued going with Chuck. She saw lots of men she found attractive, men whose eyes followed her on the street. But when they approached her, she backed off. She was frightened and needy at the same time.

So here she was in the back seat of Chuck's car, about to come all over his fingers while Maggie was getting laid almost every night. It wasn't fair.

Now Chuck moved a second finger into her snatch. "Is it good for you?" he said, his fingers knuckle-deep inside her.

"Yes," she admitted grudgingly, bucking her ass.

"Won't you let me fuck you?" he pleaded.

Her long blonde hair tumbled around her face as she thrashed her legs in the air. "I said only your finger."

"What about me?" he said. "My balls are turning blue."

"Give me your cock." Fumbling around, she closed her fingers around his prick and started beating his meat.

"You give the best hand-job in town," he said.

The blood and muscle comprising his prick pulsated in her fist. "How many girls in town have brought you off?"

He flushed in the dark. "Aw, not many, Pam. You know you're the only girl for me."

By now his piss-slit was leaking, wetting her hand and weakening her resolve. It's not fair, she thought. I'm taking my frustrations with Maggie out on Chuck. She squeezed his cock, moving his cockskin up and down his pole.