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Naughty neighbor on the loose…

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I’m that totally naughty sexy neighbor who have been with all the men in the neighborhood and a few of their wives too!! I love acting all prim and proper at the initial meeting of a new neighbor but when I invite you to tea….Well, it’s not the tea you remember.  My husband has a very demanding business and I am always home alone but ready to have naughty fun 24/7. I absolutely love to play and bring myself to new sexual heights. My job as a phone slut is one I do on the sly but fits right into my everyday life. Just ask and I’ll let you hear as I fuck my neighbor. I have NO limits and particularly enjoy a good raunchy role play!! Let me be your naughty neighbor I need the release just as bad as you do! Call my toll-free number and I’ll be waiting for you on the other end of the phone.

Sexy Samantha

 

A Letter From My Husband

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My Love,

I love, worship, and adore you with all my heart and soul.

I love working and slaving for you. I am happy to work hard, to work long hours so you do not need to work at all. My paychecks are depositing directly into your account. It is not a joint account. Every penny goes to you, and then you give me an allowance. Performance based. I make money. You spend it. Country club memberships, private lessons, exotic vacations, designer clothes. The best. Only the best.

I love cleaning up after you. I love that you leave your soiled panties on the floor for me. A gift. A treasure. I lie on the floor and bury my nose in your panties, inhaling deeply. I run my tongue on the cotton crotch searching for every trace, every taste, of your days, your nights, your lovers.

I love watching men watching you. It fills me with pride. I watch their eyes dip down your blouse, lighting up as they gaze upon your breasts. I watch their heads turn as you walk by. I love your power over them. I love your power over me.

I love the instep of your foot, the very last extremity of your perfect body that you are willing to share with one so unworthy as myself. You honor me by allowing me to be your footstool, to lie at your feet, allowing me to be the pedestal upon which rests your ideal feminine form.

I love to buff and rub your heel and toes, to dissolve any trace of hardness in your skin and restore its pink softness. The soft crevasses nestled between each toe are one of many secret delights that the heavenly treasure of your body holds for me, a perfect fit for the tip of my tongue. I bathe your toes with my tongue. I am your kitten, licking, cleaning, purring. And you are so tolerant of me, allowing me to grovel and squirm.

I must bother you, I know I must. And yet you are able to ignore me completely as though I don’t exist, as you read your book, watch TV, talk to lovers on the phone. I will try to remain still, to be a good
footrest, not to distract you with my own pursuit of pleasure at your expense. For I know, my only real satisfaction comes from your contentment and my only reason for existence, your happiness.

I love painting your toenails. I lie on my tummy on the floor concentrating fully on dipping the little brush in the red enamel. Making sure that no stray strand blemishes the perfect skin of your toe. I lightly blow on your toes to dry them, before adding a second coat. You say not a word. I feel invisible.

I love preparing your bath. Making you ready for your lovers. The tub, the room, I carefully scrub for hours. Hard work, scouring with a toothbrush. Rinsing, scouring again, rinsing, until my hands turn from pink to red and my arms and back pound with pain. I plan carefully. The water and air temperature must be just right. The bath oils perfectly matched with scents and bubbles. I light candles. Soft music. Warm a cozy, fluffy towel. I want to give you perfect pleasure. No demands. Unconditional love. You will be completely relaxed and ready, ready to be swept into the strong masculine arms of your choice of man.

I love helping you get dressed. You let me play in your undies drawer. I love picking out some little soft and silky wisp of panty to slip on your body. I warm it with my breath, feel its silkiness on my face. I kneel at your feet. Your legs are crossed. I hold out your panties. You let me slip them over your feet, your legs come uncrossed, I slip them up your ankles, trying not to let you know that I am trying so hard to look between your legs as I work the panties up to your knees. You look at me and smirk. I beg you with my eyes. You put your hand on my head, and rise. My moment of exaltation. On my knees, my face inches from your nude, perfectly completely shaved mons veneris. My mouth waters. My eyes tear. I want to suckle but know now is not the time.

Slowly I love to work your panties up your thighs, savoring every moment, every texture, your smell, the perfume, my mouth breathing on your mons, my breath like dew on your skin. I cover your most private, total nudity with the translucent wisp of panty as my fingers guide the panties up your hips. I release the panties, and allow my fingers to trace your perfect derriere, but not daring to squeeze. Still on my knees, drinking in the sight of your beauty now captured in panties, panties that reveal so much.

Not a trace of hair, pure, pristine. I worship your feminine sanctum sanctorum, your total power and control over me. I am helpless in your spell.

I love when you sit at your vanity. Sitting pretty in your panties, a negligee on your shoulders. I blow dry your hair. Brushing, teasing. Your eyes are closed, you are soaking in the hot air streaming through your scalp, sensual, every pore of your body, a pleasure center. I marvel at the blonde tresses, the silkiness, the perfection. Stolen glimpses of your perfect body, while I fluff the cascade of tresses.

I love to apply your make up. To enhance your exquisite natural beauty and drive your lovers wild with desire. I start on your eyes. Applying liner to your closed lids, you show your complete trust in me. I brush, light blue to pick up the cruel blue of your eyes. I blend. When you open your eyes, they smoke. You look at yourself in the mirror. You nod. Approval. I beam with pride. You like to apply your own lipstick. I watch transfixed as you complete your toilet.

I love when you spray perfume on your neck, another spray on your tummy. Next to you on my knees, I close my eyes, the better to absorb the heady aroma.

I love to bring your garter belt and attach it around your waist. I bring your stockings. I love carefully rolling each stocking. I love kneeling at your feet, placing the rolled stocking at your toes, and slowly, slowly rolling the silky nylon over each foot, calf, and up your thigh, where I secure them with a garter.

I love and adore your bottom. If you would let me, I would have you stand that I might kneel behind you. I dare not ask. But I would marvel at your roundness, your perfect plumpness accentuated by your smooth, muscled legs and waist. I would plunge my nose, my tongue as deep as I could into the nether of you. I dream of your bottom. My favorite fantasy. My hidden desire.

I love your breasts. You do not need a bra, though sometimes you wear one just to accentuate the swell of your melons. Your breasts are the best money can buy. They are magnificent. My mouth waters at the sight of them. I love them naked and free. I love them bursting forth from a too-small string bikini top. I love when you lean forward in a low-cut blouse, and I see them swell and beckon. Your breasts make me want to shrink to be your Tom Thumb. A naked, little mouse-sized pet, I would live nestled between your breasts, always feeling your warmth against my skin. I would gladly suffocate enjoying your flesh with my last breath.

I love watching you flirt. I love you, the seductress. I love watching the men you choose. I love watching you lasso the stallion. I watch as the stallion comes, panting and pawing at your soft, pliable, femininity. All-man, all-woman, I can only watch, not fully man myself, I watch the real man possess you, the full woman. I hide myself, seeking invisibility, watching you surrender yourself to the muscle of masculine power. I am your little boy. I have my little boy excitement. Peeking at mommy. Watching the big
daddies come and take you.

I love you alone and exhausted on a rumpled bed. Your body reddened with his roughness, pushed to its limit. I love the love bites, the residue of rough sex. You are splayed. Dirty. Finished. In the twilight, I creep up onto the bed, I carefully move the sheets, silently uncover you. I love you abased. I love seeking the faint echoes of your sweet smells, now plastered with ugly odors of tobacco, alcohol, him. My senses are sharpened, I seek his smell, the sight of his ravages, the taste of his spunk. I love this, the one time, weakened, you let me snuggle between your legs. I love your low, guttural moan as I love you with my tongue, reaching my final fulfillment, your slave, your servant.

Proudly and lovingly signed,

Willing Wimp

Bob’s Best Bang

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Bob was such an unbelievable bang!  He had this innocent voice but the things he did to my body contradicted the noise that rang in my ears.  My body erupted with ecstacy with every push of his pulsating cock.  But I had no idea how kinky Bob was, he wanted me to participate in one of his fantasies.  He wanted to fuck me as well as his friend.  And considering I am a trophy wife that constantly cheats on my husband, it was nothing new.  But two men at once, I didn’t know if my pussy could handle such a duo.  My husband was away at work and my pussy needed to be pampered.

And that is where Bob and his friend came into play.  Bob knew my husband was away at work and he called to make the arrangements to have his and his friend CUM over.  I answered the door wearing silky black thigh highs with silky black thong underwear.  I had a black bra that hugged my hard nipples as the fell over the top.  They came to the door and their dicks were instantly hard.  They could not resist and carried quickly over to my bedroom.  They bent me over the table in front of the closet and took my panties off.  Then Bob took off my bra while his hands wrapped around my breasts.  I moaned as I flipped my head back and then took my hand down to my tight, wet pussy.  His friend got onto his knees and began to take his tongue all the way up my silky soft legs.  He took his tongue all the way to my wet pussy.  He stuck his warm tongue into my tight pussy and began to fuck me with his tongue.  Bob was nibbling on my nipples and did it so well.  I felt like I was about to come when he sucked on my breasts like a hungry baby.  My body began to shake and tremble.  Bob knew I was about to cum.  He dropped to his knees and pushed his friend’s mouth away from my pussy.  I came all over his mouth and gave his face a facial, he so deserved.

But this was not the end of my fun with Bob and his friend.  Bob laid down on the bed while I got on top of his throbbing dick.  I was bending over riding his pulsating cock when his friend slipped his dick into my tight lil ass.  Damn, it felt so good that I did not want it to end.  Bob came in my pussy and then I dripped it all over his balls.  I squeezed all of his cream out of me.  His dick sat deep inside of me while his friend came in my ass.  I was dripping wet and loving every minute of the entire experience.  Bob banged the shit out of my pussy and his friend’s contribution will keep his number on the speed dial.  (naughty giggle)

BarTENDER of mine!

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My husband and I finally had a night out alone after one of his lengthy business trips.  We went to the local bar where we live.  As soon as I walked into the room, I found the Bartender to be incredibly sexy.  She was a petite Asian woman with a nice size rack.  She wore a tight tank top and I watched her breasts bounce all around the bar, all night long.  I just wanted to jump the bar and start sucking her breasts.  Her top went down low, almost showing her nipples.  I could see the beginning of her nipples.  It was so fucking hot.

She treated me right and kept giving me drinks on the house.  Soon, I could not feel my cheeks from the intoxication of the alcohol.  My body became loose as well as my actions.  The bar started to empty out and soon it was just the three of us.  A song came on and she got on top of the bar.  She started dancing seductively.  I looked up her skirt and she was wearing no panties.  Her pussy glistened in the faint light.  I felt myself melting.  She invited me up to dance with her and my husband assured me it was okay.  I got up there with my 6″ heels and began dancing.  Her hands went all over my body.  And I began to caress her soft hair.  I could feel her excitement when I kissed her mouth.  Her juices overflowed into my mouth and I drew her closer.

She sat me down on the bar and pushed my stomach back.  She pulled off my panties and began to lick my clit.  I was squirming and grabbing her head.  My husband was sitting there watching and grabbing his hard cock.  Her tongue was pierced and it felt so good on my sensitive clit.  She licked me so well I creamed all over her face.  She then stood up and spit my cum in my mouth.  It was so dirty but delicious.  I took my fingers and licked them.

Then I slid them into her tight pussy.  Fuck, she was so wet!  I slid my fingers in and banged her while licking her clit.  She went wild and squirmed everywhere.  “I am gonna, Iam gonna,” she moaned.  “Cuuuuuuuuuuuuum,” as her cum showered my face and breasts.  She squirted all over me.  I was drenched in her cum.  I loved her taste.

The next night we went into the same bar, the owner approached us and thanked us for the great show.  “What are you talking about,” I asked.  “The show you gave me with my best bartender,” as the owner pointed up to the video cameras hidden in the corner of the bar.

I blushed and sipped my drink quietly.  What a naughty little whore I am!

CD for me…….!

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As usual, I was bored out of my mind at home wondering what to do with my wet pussy.  And so, I entered a chatroom to see what naughty experiences would CUM my way.  Sure enough, I met a guy there.  He described himself as a man over six feet tall with a masculine build.  Instantly, I became wet.  But there was a little secret my man was keeping from me.  Although he was a construction guy, he loved to dress as a woman.  I didn’t find out his lil secret until we met for drinks that night.  We really hit it off and invited him back to my place.  I had forgotten to put my panties way, they were hanging in the bathroom.  He excused himself to the restroom.

He was in there for awhile.  I became concerned.  I knocked on the door and he came out with my black lace panties on.  It didn’t shock me but it turned me on like crazy.  “Oh, I see we have the same taste in panties”  “I think we do,” he answered.  His balls and hard cock were bulging out of my lace panties.  I wanted to drop to my knees and suck him off.  But I wanted to make him want me more and I knew just how.  ‘Why don’t we have a lil fun,” I stated.  “What did you have in mind,” he asked.  I bent over and began warming the tub with hot water.  I took off his clothes and shoved his naked body into the water.  Then I lit all the candles in the bathroom.  He sat in the water while I took a lofa all over his body.  Then I shaved his legs clean.  His dick stood up from under the bubbles.  He was loving life.  His body was nice and moist.

I shaved him everywhere and then put “Tend Skin” on the sensitive parts, to protect his skin.  I directed him to my bed where I sat him down and dressed him in thigh highs.  His legs were so soft and smooth.  Then I put my black lace bra on his chest.  After that I slipped a soft satin dress over his head.  His body quivered.  And his throbbing cock grew.  Then I took out my make up and made him pretty.  I sat on his lap facing him and put the make up on while grinding my wet pussy against his hard cock.

I took his dress up and went under and began sucking his hard cock!  I couldn’t wait.  His legs squeezed my head as I swalled his huge dick whole!  The story goes on, but I will end it here.  I can’t give up all of my man’s secrets along with mine.

If you want to be dressed up give this naughty hottie a call!

What a naughty Neighbor?!!!!!

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This past weekend a new hot single guy moved into the neighborhood.  He is an investment banker with a kinky side to him.  My husband is out of the country on a business trip which left me alone.  I was horny and had no one to play with.  My vibrator needed new batteries and I didn’t have any new pornos.  What was a girl to do?  So, I noticed my master bedroom was facing my new neighbor’s living room.  He was in there the majority of the time.  And so, I would take off my clothes in front of the window very seductively.  I have a mirror to the side of the window.  It looks like I am using the mirror but in fact I am using it for my new neighbor.

One night I went over there to give him a welcoming gift.  The lights were on but no one was answering the door bell.  I knocked on the door gently and it opened.  I was at a quandary what to do?  My mind said to walk away but my body said to go and get fucked!  I walked in with my heels clicking behind me.  There I found him sleeping on the couch.  He was wearing Calvin Klein briefs and his large dick was peeking through.  I couldn’t help myself.  I dropped to my knees and began sucking away!  His head grew nice and large.  His precum became my new lip gloss.  I began taking his dick deeper into my throat.  I choked and he sat up.  “Oh my gosh, are you okay?” he asked.  “Of course.  I am gagging on the best dick on the block!”  A big smile emerged from his perfect lips.  “Hello, my name is Jeffery.”  “Hi, my name is Sam.”

“Can I finish this,” I asked.  “Indeed, this is the best welcome I have ever received,” Jeffery stated.  We giggled.  I sucked his dick so good, he came a minute afterwards.  He came all over my mouth and breasts.  I loved it and can’t wait to see him again.  Don’t you want a naughty neighbor like me?  Call me and let’s make it happen!

Blackmail

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I am currently blackmailing a guy into fucking me right since my husband is always out of town.  The funny thing is that he is married as well.  He denied me sex the other day and I had to give him an ultimatum.  I told him, “either you fuck me or I fuck you!  And trust me you will not like the way I will fuck you!”  I had his home phone number and I wanted to call his wife Lisa and tell her what was happening.  She was coming home soon from shopping.  He called and told me to meet him at his office.
I walked in wearing black fishnet thigh highs with six inches black Marc Jacob heels.  I had a black trench coat that just stopped at the bottom of my tight ass.  What he didn’t know was that I had nothing under my coat.  I walked into the room and locked the door.  I walked towards him and I could see his hard cock begin to stand.
He pulled me toward him and then sat me up on his desk.  Slowly, he took the leash to the jacket and tugged it loose.  My jacket fell down to the floor.  There I stood before him naked with only heels and thigh highs.  He leaned me back onto his desk.  He pushed me back and began to kiss my neck softly.  My  nipples were instantly hard.  He worked his way down to my pelvic area.  Slowly, he took his tongue and began licking the inside of my pussy.  I got so wet.  My clit was throbbing and ready to cum.  He held it down and said, “not yet, we are going to cum together.”  Then he took out his rock hard cock and shoved it inside.  I held onto the corners of the desk and purrrrrrred.!  His dick felt so good inside of me.  He could feel my wetness on his dick.  He pounded me hard and then I could feel his dick grown in me.  Together we came as he sucked my nipples.
I told him thank you for the great time but I would be keeping his wife’s number handy in case I have to use it!

What truly happens when my husband leaves for a business trip…

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Should a wife with curves like mine let them go to waste when her husband leaves for  a business trip?  I don’t think so!  In fact, my husband’s best friend has bee fucking me so good while my husband is away.  It all began innocently with his hands ever so slightly caressing my body as he passed by at parties.  But those innocent occurences became more often and naughty.  At another function I caught him staring at my thigh highs when I bent over.  And deep down inside I loved it!  I began fantasizing about feeling him deep inside my tight, wet, pussy.  I couldn’t wait for those fantasies to end and reality to begin.

And before I knew it reality was knocking at my door.  He had just caught me getting out of the shower.  My skin was glistening from the moisture of a warm, wet shower.  I guided him into my bedroom and sat him down on the bed my husband and I shared.  I took his hand and made him unleash my robe.  I stood there completely naked before him.  His eyes were astonished at what was under my silky robe.  He told me how amazing my body was and stuck two fingers into my tight pussy.  I leaned my head back and let out a sensual moan.  I clenched his hand with my legs and beg for his dick to be inside of me.

He spinned me around and bent me over.  I was on my knees at the end of the bed.  He grabbed me from behind and began slapping my ass.  I was dripping wet waiting for him.  I couldn’t wait.  I leaned back and my pussy was purring for that throbbing cock of his.  “Give it to me,” I begged.  Finally he stuck it in and fucked  me on my husband’s bed.  I came like crazy all over the sheets and swallowed his cum when he finally exploded.

Call me boys if you have a fantasy of fucking your friend’s wife or girlfriend.  We can share these fantasies and make them come true.

True Trophy wife gets what she wants…

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A trophy wife never goes without!  Do you want to hear about one of my experiences getting my needs met?

My husband has designed my body to his every desire.  But he doesn’t know that this body can’t be tamed by just one man.  In fact, I just finished fucking his best friend while he was on a business trip.

His friend had been watching my every movement.  He would rub against me at parties and apologize instantly.  I knew he wanted me.  I called him up instantly after my husband’s plan landed in another state.  I told him my lights had went out.  He came over quickly.

I answered the door in black lingerie.  I could see his dick begin to grow.  I grabbed his hand and led him in….  I took his hand and let it ride my seemless thigh high.  His hand went straight up to my wet pussy.  I squirmed with delight.  We made passionate love all night long.  He came all over my breasts and face.  I was in heaven. 

Let me share secret ways with you!  Give me a call and watch your dick cum with pure esctasy.