Bad Girl Betty’s Blog

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.

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.