The Woman Next Door

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I see you watching me as I leave for work in the mornings. I feel your eyes on me as I walk away from my house – your eyes glued to the sight of my legs, my bottom, in my sharp business suit. Sometimes you’re there again when I get home in the evening. I see you. Standing there with your tongue practically hanging out – hoping to catch a glimpse of cleavage as I bend to pick up my newspaper. Looking at the curve of my buttocks, the length of my legs. I can read you like a book – a cheap, pulp fiction kind of book. I can see what you’re thinking “That snooty bitch – I know what she needs…” And you think you’re just the man to give it to me, don’t you? So when I invite you over to my house one evening – an evening when your wife’s away – you think you’re on a promise.

And so here we sit – you with a glass of wine in your hand, a stupid grin on your face and an erection in your pants. When I ask you if you’d like to have some fun I almost expect to see you begin to drool. You’re like a little boy who’s just been invited into the candy store. I tell you to strip and wear this blindfold, to allow me to bind your hands behind your back, and you’re thinking – “Wow – this chick’s kinkier than I thought, but what the hell…”

You can’t imagine how absurd you look – kneeling there naked, your silly cock sticking out – that ridiculous grin still on your face. You almost whimper in anticipation as I stroke and kiss your face. The fusion of the heat, the incense and the music, befuddle you so that you don’t hear the door open – the men entering the room. All you hear is me whispering, “Darling, open your mouth – I have a delicious surprise for you” and I DO have a surprise! As I grab your hair, yank your head back, your mouth is forced open. A hard, hot, fat cock is stuffed into your mouth without ceremony. You try to rise but I’m standing behind you now, forcing your head back painfully and you hear the sound of male laughter in the room. How many men? You don’t know, but you’re about to find out. The first fucker of your mouth has just shot his load down the back of your throat and the next is taking his place.

Oh dear, your face is getting very red and, are those tears running from under your blindfold? You’re not choking are you? And yet – look how hard your cock is! I bend and whisper in your ear, “You see darling, I know what YOU need” and I know that the next time you see me coming, you’ll lower your eyes.

If this is your fantasy, or if you’d like to explore some other aspect of femdom, then call me or arrange a text session through sexytexting.com or, if you’d like to indulge in a little informal online chatting, look for me at communitykink.com. If you just want to hang out will friends, relax and listen to some music, then tune in to The Magic Bus at 10:00 pm EST on Sunday evenings.

Empress Catherine
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