Ruining Sue-Anna’s Valentine’s Day

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Valentine’s day: That one day in the year where married couples all over the country make that special effort to inject some romance into their insipid stale relationships. That one day when your husband makes that special effort to make you feel cared for, loved and appreciated.

Except, if you’re my neighbour, Sue-Anna. Her husband is obsessively devoted to serving me and I am more than happy to manipulate such precious offerings.

Sue-Anna and I could not be more opposite. She is a church going frump with an obsession about having a ‘lovely home’, she is a middle aged suburban housewife with all the banality that comes with it.

I, despite sharing a similar age and zip code, am her antithesis. I dress to impress, to intimidate and bedazzle with sexuality and I just adore the attention I always get; the lustful stares from nearly every man and the scornful, disapproving looks from frigid frumps like Sue-Anna.

I spend an inordinate amount of time topless and naked in my rear garden, mainly to give Sue-Anna’s husband and son some cheap thrills and when Sue-Anna complained I soon had her terrified of me.

I’ve even gone for a meal with one of my lovers and overheard women saying things like; “Don’t look at her, that’s what she wants us to do.” Priceless. Sorry, darling, what you do in your pathetic little world doesn’t really interest me.

So, last February, Valentines Day was fast approaching and early one morning I sent John a text:

‘Get round here!’. My bedroom is right next to theirs and in summer with the windows open I get to hear everything. I heard the text bleep on John’s phone. To keep my interest, one of John’s requirements is that he has to respond within 2 minutes of receiving a text. I just adore the little domestic quandaries I put him in. Lying in bed with his sow of a wife and being woken by my text. Not only that, but he then has to reply instantly and manage Sue-Anna’s whining.

“Who is it, John? What’s so important that it can’t wait…”

Sometimes taksim escort I don’t text him for months and then make a sudden demand. The feeling of power I get making John suddenly prioritise me is quite a thrill.

‘Give me ½ hour my Goddess. Xxx’ Was his reply.

‘Make it an hour and piss your sow off so I can stroke myself to her anger!’

He did, he turned her nagging about the text into an argument about trust and invasions of privacy which was rich given he was so obsessed by me. Piggy men, so shallow, but so much fun to manipulate.

I brought myself to a fabulous climax with Sue-Anna’s shrill voice at fever pitch and lay snuggling in post orgasmic bliss enjoying their argument.

I only got out of bed to answer the doorbell and greeted John with a finger of my pussy juice to suck.

“Thank you, darling! You were great!” I told him.

I sat next to John on the sofa, my pink silk kimono giving John the treat of a view of my naked thighs and a peak of my fabulous perky breasts. The best way to manipulate piggy men is through their cocks, or at least that’s the most fun way! With John I usually stroke him as I tell him what I want and then just deny him an orgasm until he agrees. Men really are that simple, erm, I mean it really is that simple!

“I need you to prove your devotion to me, John,” I whispered in his ear, his cock straining in my hand. We went through the usual rigmarole of piggy man pants, piggy man wants to cum, sexy lady demands devotion and subservience, piggy man begs, sexy lady gets what she wants as usual, piggy man denied.

John left with my pussy juices on his face, his cock teased and denied and with several naughty tasks to perform in my honor.

Basically what I had John do was deliver me one giant Valentines Day offering to his Goddess. A day for me to revel in my power over men, over John and even more delicious, over that fat sow, Sue-Anna.

I’ll run you through the day:

I awoke with one of my lovers and şişli escort had him lick my pussy with my ears all attentive for a certain thud I was expecting. John’s first task was to ‘accidentally’ push Sue-Anna out of bed as a fantastic start to her Valentine’s day. The contrast of me lying in bed, an attentive lover serving my pleasure, and Sue-Anna’s rather heavy thud followed by her sprawled on the floor calling John a ‘clumsy idiot’ was rather special.

John was at work for the day but was instructed to call Sue-Anna and tell her he unfortunately had to work late and then creep round and spend time worshiping little sweet me. Sue-Anna had spent most of the day preparing some ridiculously difficult dish for her romantic meal with her husband and it made my pussy tingle to know it would spoil as John put me before his fat sow wife.

I had made John buy one present for both of us; a set of risque lingerie in my size. I am a 10, Sue-Anna is a 16; Moooooo!

I dressed up in the lingerie and let John have the privilege of seeing my body as I danced for him. I really put on a performance for him, stroking myself through the gusset of the panties (I really wanted them to smell of me when he gave them to Sue-Anna) and even climaxed as he watched. John was mesmerized, stroking his cock and telling me over and over how beautiful and sexy I am.

I took over gently stroking his cock and edged him until he was nicely dripping pre-cum and rather earnestly, I felt, begging to cum.

Now this bit was delicious; I had him repeat over and over “I belong to Ally. Ally is beautiful, Sue-Anna is a fat sow…” and then eventually brought him to orgasm. He looked so confused, sitting there with his spent cock going flaccid, obediently eating his cum as I fed it to him, almost scared of the power I had over him and what he had just repeated in sexual excitement. Of course I had recorded the whole event. But it was far from over, I gave him a twenty minute rest period and then demanded he got hard. pendik escort I stroked him to orgasm again, this time quite roughly, slapping his cock and raking it with my nails. When he came he was given another twenty minutes and then made to perform again. I wrung every last drop of cum out of John. I left him spent, not a drop of cum or the slightest sexual desire left for fat sow Sue-Anna.

Sue-Anna’s romantic meal had been due to be served at 6:30. It was now 8:15. Nearly two hours of frustration, anger and rejection for Sue-Anna and nearly two hours of worship from her husband for me. What a thrilling Valentines present.

John wasn’t late enough for me yet though. I had him lick me to orgasm and then I knelt between his legs as he sat on the sofa and began the part he had been dreading all day.

I gently pulled back his foreskin and giving him a cute smile, I gently scraped a toothbrush over his cock head. It was ultra sensitive after being milked three times and he squirmed ever so much.

“Hush John…you agreed to this. I want this cock far too sore to go anywhere near Sue-Anna…be a brave little soldier!” I cooed. It was such fun brushing his sensitive cock and I got quite distracted with seeing which bits I could make the most raw or which bits made John jump the most.

I let him go at 10. I figured two hours was enough for fat sow Sue-Anna. His delicate walk was hilarious as he waddled off with his present of lingerie with my juices on them and with the sexual appetite of a eunuch.

I had had a lover waiting in bed all evening for the pleasure of my company and I had him massage me to the beautiful upset tones of Sue-Anna. What a nag that fat sow is; first she was upset about dinner being ruined, then at her husband getting the wrong size present for her. What an ungrateful bitch!

I had my lover make sensual, slow Valentine’s Day love making to me and made sure I was especially loud. My orgasms were all the more intense knowing John would be lying in bed sore and jealous and fat sow Sue-Anna would be all dejected and angry.

John told me after he had to hide his cock from Sue-Anna for over a week before it healed enough for her not to notice any difference. That gave me another gorgeous thought to masturbate over.

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