Bad Girl Betty’s Blog

I am sure one of the reasons is because we have better material for our clothing. Sure, you may have some nice stuff, but can you really wear all silk and get away with it? Do you have satin dress shirts? HA What if you are a blue-collar worker? The opportunity is even less, then. Lace with your construction boots? Probably not…

So, when a sexy guy calls me ( 1-800-TO-FLIRT, ext. 01741105) and wants to dress up in My panties, or go shopping for his own bra, I am 100% all for it! I love touching your hard hairy body through the silk- and if we can shave you nice and smooth, it’s going to feel even better. Can you imagine my hand stroking you through the soft satin panties as you begin to throb? I love that….don’t you?

What is even more fun is the boy who doesn’t know how good these things feel until I wrap his shaft in satin and stroke it, taking him so close, then sliding those panties on him before I go any further. Sliding my stockings up his legs….Fastening my bra over his hard little nipples…and him just going crazy with the feeling…

Give me a call, sweetie, and lets play in the lingerie!

Betty

I sure have been gone a while, almost all summer…..Things have taken a kinky turn around here, and hubby and I are exploring new horizons in our relationship, and I have been exploring all the possibilities afforded to Me by this new lifestyle.Yes, I am still Dominant! That will never change! I still am happily married. Now, though, we have come to the understanding that size is, in fact, important, and I demand more. I want, I crave, a nice long cock, a well hung stud, who will do as I say, and remember to please Me before he is allowed pleasure. Granted, sometimes my pleasure is in rocking his world, but it is up to Me the path we take.

One of My friends said I have been feasting at a buffet of boys….Doesn’t that sound yummy?

Talk to you soon, Darling!!!

Betty

XO

I don’t even know where to start, but I will just say that you would have to see these chicks to believe how hot they are. Both are about 5′9″, one blonde with a perfect model body and medium tan with blue-green eyes that hypnotise without trying, and the other is a brickhouse in a brunette bob, half Indian and half Colombian with deep eyes that seem evil but are simply seductive up close. I got so wet as soon as I saw them start to slowly strip at the foot of my bed. My husband sat down beside me and started to loosen his tie and take off his jacket and told me he just wanted to drink in my beauty and watch what I was going to do with his “gift” of these two old girlfriends that I hadn’t seen since we partied in college.

Oh my god, it was fucking hot! Each girl chose my right or left side, slipped off my heels and started sucking the toes on each of my feet. I love having my feet worshipped and they couldn’t seem to get enough of them. Eventually they moved around my ankles with their tonges and lips and up my calves and licked all over the backs of my knees, driving me wild. I couldn’t believe they remembered the hot spots I told them about during the few all-night pajama parties we used to have in my dorm room from years ago.

Once they both started kissing gently up my inner thighs, I thought I was going to scream and then they started french kissing each other as they approached my swollen pussy lips. I can’t type anymore because I am getting all wet again right now just thinking about it. Check back tomorrow for more on my hot girl-girl gift from my husband and see where the four of us go.

Mmmmm, I am always so excited when my husband gets home from one of his seemingly endless long business trips. I have told many of my callers about our relationship and the fact that we both know we have secret one-night stands since we are apart so often, but when we both know we will be together, we try to top each other with a surprise that goes beyond our normal mutual horniness. He got back just last night and I was ready and waiting in some new hot lingerie and wanted to catch him off guard with some bondage once I got him in my clutches, but I must admit that he was way ahead of me this time in the erotic shock and awe of the moment.

I heard him come in at about midnight, about an hour later than I expected him, so I just guessed his plane was running a tad late. I was waiting for him, all sprawled out on the bed in a sexy hot pink bustier and boy short panties, enhanced by some black fishnet stockings and my feathery six-inch slipper heels, but was very pleasantly surprised when he strolled into our bedroom with some old friends, two of my old sexy model friends from college. I could tell that it was going to be a totally wild foursome just by the smile on my hubby’s face. No words needed to be said. That’s the great thing about being happily married with a great and open sex life. You just know each other almost telepathically.

Mmmmm, I can’t wait to tell you all about it in my next post or just call me on Niteflirt right now to get ALL of the details!

I know how to use one of my finest assets, my ass, lol, to make you follow behind me like a hungry dog. I love looking at my ass when I buy a tight new mini-skirt or some sexy bikini or g-string panties. When I walk down the street, all I need to do is stroll along with a relaxed and typical gait, and the men just can’t get enough of that shimmy and shake that is just me. I love to “accidentally” drop something out of my purse when I know a hot man is checking me out. I slowly bend over so that he has a perfect view of the tiniest bit of panties exposed under my skirt and then look over at him, innocently, as if I had no idea he was watching.

It’s especially fun if I have something to drink with a straw after that happens. I just stare vaguely past him and pucker my lips on the straw and sip while I know he’s going crazy staring at me. There’s something about visually teasing a man with my hot ass and following it up by letting him see my lips sucking on something that brings out the animal in him. Eventually, after I let about twenty minutes or so pass and he is continuing to try to “steal” glances at me, I smile at him sweetly and then go back to acting as if I am ignoring him. Invariably, he is buying me drinks and offering me his phone number in no time fast.

As I outlined in Part Two, My dominant power emanates from My innate ability to tease My slaves. Now, I will reveal some detail as to My technique. Everything begins with My eyes staring at you, into you, hypnotizing you, making you tremble to feel My power. After that, My lips, gently parting, soft and delicious, filling you with desire to know how I might use them. Sometimes I bite My lower lip and, other times, I lick My upper lip. At all times, you crave the feeling of them on your body. My tongue, so talented, infinite in it’s motion and ability to turn your flesh into gelatin for me to devour, is so sensual that the mere sight of it drives you insane with hunger to feel it’s wetness on your skin. My face, so lovely and fair, leaves you breathless and full of need to serve at My feet.

I use My lovely, medium-length red nails as implements of control. All ten nails contrast against My body’s creamy soft skin as I move them slowly all over My body, showcasing every curve that you admire unblinkingly. I lick My fingers and My nails shine while I gently massage My nipples, making little circles until they get hard. I spread out My hands, My nails moving gradually down My flat tummy, driving you wild with wonder, wanting to see what is under My skirt. I slowly unzip it and let it fall to the floor and slip My pinky fingernails delicately underneath the waistband of My lacey panties.

What happens next? Find out in Part Four soon.

I know what you want. My panties make you crazy with desire, even jealousy, for being so close to my clean-shaven bit of wet pink. Perhaps, if you are good, I will sit you down and stand in front of you while I slowly tease off my mini-skirt. “Mmmmm,” you hum to yourself, thinking about how much closer you are to my sweetly fragrant black, lacy g-strings, perfectly wrapped around my supple round hips. Wait, I want to take off my push-up bra first and smile at you as I lick my fingers and massage my nipples until they get hard.

I step even closer as I slide my red fingernails down my flat tummy and sneak my pinkies underneath my waistband. I turn and gently slip my g-strings down an inch and then bring them back up, tucked snugly in the sensual fold of my crack. I turn around and face you again, and bring my panties down further, almost revealing what you can’t wait to taste, let alone even see. I show you my hot ass again, this time letting the delicate fabric fall to my knees, dramatically, as I run my fingernails all over my perfect cheeks. I rub my smooth, stocking-encased legs together and let the g-strings fall to my feet. I raise them up with the tip of my shoe, pluck them off with two fingers, and hang them above your head for a few moments before letting them fall softly about your cheeks, mouth and nose. You close your eyes, deeply inhale my scent from the wet spot, and I grin with satisfaction as I admire how well my panties fit on your face. Now, you are mine.

My feminine power has made you sweetly dizzy with desire for the moment when I will let your lips envelop my silky pink folds. Get addicted to the smell of my panties. Then you can prove how well you can please me.

I love to find the sexy younger man who knows that he needs to learn a lot about love and the art of sex. This sort of man comes to me often and he stands out from the pack of his cocky peers who think they know it all after feeling up their second girlfriend on the third day of class as freshmen in college. These young men are at their sexual peak in their early 20’s and they are drawn to my sweet honey like worker bees ready to sacrifice their lives to taste the wonderful secrets of my experience and I am more than willing to show them the way to being the best lover they can be. They soon find out that I am at my sexual peak as well at the perfect age of 32 and with the insatiable sexual energy of 100 of their female peers.

Just lay back on the bed, young man, and let me explore your body and show you how best to explore mine. I will show you all of my favorite spots, from the tips of my beautiful toes, as I dangle them before your eager lips and tongue, to the backs of my knees, so soft and vulnerable. You will wash up on the “island” between my sacred holes, a delicious strip of warm beach waiting to be wetted and from there to my soft flat tummy, so responsive to the flat of your hand. You will taste every inch of my neck, from just above my lovely collarbone to the precious arc of my jawline. My full, red lips were made to part slightly, showing you the slightest taste of my tongue, thus making you want me to eat you alive and once look into my eyes and feel my evil grin draw you into my web of desire, you will be a goner, my sweet young thing, and you will never want to go back.

I am going to teach you how to please me and how a true woman of experience can create the great lover that all men wish they could be. Stay tuned to further posts to learn how I will please you as I teach you and you will understand the difference between “getting yours” and mutual extasy. Call me now to experience the heat of my insatiable ravishing lessons of love.

The art of the tease is something that I hold precious within My heart, beating steadily under My perfect bosom. The slave yearns for the feeling of My power over him and I most powerfully dictate his actions via the denial of that which man so helplessly feels the need for: his orgasm. Don’t misunderstand Me. It’s not that I rigidly and ruthlessly maintain a “no cum” policy (unless that is what truly speaks to the slave’s personality), but more specifically, I use the power of My beauty and intelligence to bring My pet to it’s knees, feeling finally found as he becomes My play-toy to torture and mentally entrap under My perfect thumbnail.

The tease is the essential basis for all feminine power, but it is not simply a matter of exploiting this advantage for it’s own sake. My pets quickly understand when talking to Me that I am also teasing Myself, extending exquisite moments of pleasure and pain, making Myself more hot and turned on with each lingering, unblinking stare down into the slave’s eyes as I stand above him. The need for this treatment to continue and grow makes the slave weaker and weaker with each second of his existence at My beautifully pedicured toes as he pines to simply touch each luscious curve of My powerful legs as they stand guard and form a gateway to My body’s mysteries.

I will wrap you around My finger and you will strive to do what is necessary to stay there and submitting to My sweet torturous control of your orgasm will set you free to be My little helpless victim. My pleasure is your reward and nothing else should matter to you. Call Me, beg to kiss My feet, and wait for your next command, slave.

Stay tuned for more specific details of the tease in Part Three.

My husband is such a lucky man. He has been blessed with a wife who is not only open to bringing another woman into his bed, but who actively pursues threesomes, foursomes, and moresomes. The first time it went down, he and I were having a nice, quiet dinner out when I noticed an old friend eating alone. I will call her Veronica. After asking her over to join us and having a few laughs catching up throughout dinner, I convinced her to come back home with us to have a few drinks. My intuition told me that she had opened up over the years and that we had a certain chemistry that I could taste in the air.

While my husband was out of the room, making more cocktails, I sat down beside her on the couch and took her hand in mine, caressing it softly, and told her that she had gotten more beautiful since she turned 30. She blushed and smiled shyly, but didn’t take her eyes off mine. I leaned in slowly and seductively, parting my lips slightly just inches away from her panting mouth. Gentle kissing leading to both of us moving our hands up each other’s legs and under our dresses happened naturally and softly, yet it didn’t take long for us to become very passionate and I made the move to pull her dress up over her head. She then did the same for me and I wrapped my left leg, encased in sheer black thigh-highs, over hers.

My husband returned with drinks and was stopped in his tracks. Hearing him chuckle with satisfaction, I pointed at him, snapped my fingers, and directed his eyes down toward my black pumps without missing a beat, my tongue still down her throat and my hands now pulling her 36C breasts out of her lacy red bra. He knew what that finger snap meant. He stripped and got on his knees in front of us and watched in awe as Betty and Veronica continued heating each other up.

I pushed her down flat on her back and slipped off her red panties while she unhooked her bra. I then stood and stripped out of my black push-up bra and g-strings, but left my stockings and pumps on. I climbed on top of her, hovering my hips over her sweet, full lips and wet tongue. As I started to fondle her soft natural breasts, she began to gently move her tongue inside me while my husband sat crouched, stroking himself.

That’s just the tip of the iceberg. Want to know more about Betty and Veronica? I bet you would like to know what pleasures my husband ended up having in that first amazing threesome. Call me now to find out!

Check back for more tawdry tales of three or more in my bed.