Sue-Anna’s A Webcam Whore

Recently I had my neighbour Sue-Anna’s husband grant me webcam access to their bedroom. John, the husband, is my little plaything and I have him wrapped around my little pinkie ever so well. He will do anything I want and my power over him is extremely arousing.

But the icing on the cake, the exquisite kink that simply drives me wild is making him betray his fat sow wife Sue-Anna. I really cannot stand the pious frump and when I am between medication reviews my need to humiliate the pudgy do-gooder can go into overdrive, hence the webcam.

The stupid bitch even knows it’s there but is gullible enough to trust good old hubby that it’s not switched on and is only there for his video conferencing. It is set high up to stop the stumpy frump from checking it out so I have a kind of birds eye view of Sue-Anna’s most intimate room.

Sue-Anna has an extreme wariness as well as a mutual dislike of me. She is intimidated by my sexually aggressive attitude and my provocative dressing. Sue-Anna once complained about my sun bathing nude in my own garden and my rather, shall we say, intense response, now has the dowdy frump scurrying away in terror whenever she sees me.

If you picture a sassy, gregarious, hot babe flaunting her body in sexy black leather mini’s and waistcoats, lots of jewellery and stiletto boots, you’ve got me in a nutshell. Short, cute, size ten, hot to trot and an absolute attention whore.

Now picture a kind of human toad, size 16 in a pastel cardigan and a wobbly ass squashed into a pair of jeans. Dowdy blonde hair cut into a boring bob and usually clipped to one side. Suburban housewife, smug, irritating and prudish; you’ve got Sue-Anna in a nutshell too.

So basically, Sue-Anna’s husband is my bitch. van escort He is at my beck and call, worships the ground I walk on and is pathetic enough to indulge my need to humiliate his wife. Predictably submissive, pathetic, in need of a Goddess to command him, unfaithful little turd: John in a nutshell as well.

The webcam enables me to watch John perform my little instructions from the comfort of my own bedroom and it’s quite a thrill bringing myself to orgasm watching Sue-Anna suffer my latest little plan.

So far I’ve only implemented one wicked little plan of my own. I had John ply the toad with wine and then lie on their bed, covers thrown back. You really have to have quite a strong stomach to see Sue-Anna’s rolls of flab wobbling away with lust, but I persevered.

As instructed, John made the required moves to promote mutual masturbation. I even joined in from my bedroom, gently massaging my clitoris knowing how much Sue-Anna would hate her intimate wobbly moments being broadcast for my amusement.

Sue-Anna got herself quite heated, fat thighs splayed, hips bucking against her husband’s hand: I almost wanted to cheer her on, like a race horse.

Then John begins the denouement of my little plan.

“What are you thinking about?” John asks, still fingering the frump’s desperate hole.

“You….what are you thinking about…”

‘Predictable safe reply from the frump’. I thought.

I was rubbing my clitoris frantically by now in such excitement of what was about to happen.

“Go on Sue-Anna, set yourself up with your own stupid words!” I prayed.

And then the dumb, pudgy frump actually did it. Bucking her hips, trying to be sensual but actually looking van escort bayan like a frog on a dissection board, she said:

“What are you thinking about?”

Oh, Sue-Anna, you gullible fat toad! This was going to be exceptional. They kept stroking each other, John remaining quiet and working up to an orgasm.

“John…..what are you thinking about, darling….tell me….” Sue-Anna asks again in her best sultry tones, still stroking his erect cock.

John started bucking his hips, thrusting his cock between Sue-Anna’s grasp, faster and faster, building himself up to cum. His hand that had been stroking Sue-Anna’s gross hole was limp as he concentrated on his own orgasm.

And then, at the last second before his cum shot into the air he actually said it:

“Ally!”

I was absolutely captivated. Sue-Anna’s hand held her husbands cock as he shot his spunk onto her naked body, her hand actually aiding him orgasm to fantasies of me.

Sue-Anna’s whole flabby body tensed, she looked at John in disbelief as he thrust his cock between her grasp, shooting load after load of cum in my honour.

I was practically drooling at the thought of the row to come; John’s little price for worshipping me, and it was fantastic.

I must have cum at least twice masturbating to their row, it was so hot.

“What did you say?” Sue-Anna said in her best stern voice, but with her body splattered in cum.

“I….erm….nothing….I….”

I stroked myself relishing the nice little predicament I had created for my squirming, pathetic pet.

“Ally!…..Ally!…..that….that….slut next door!” Sue-Anna said, her exacerbation really making me wet.

“It’s escort van only a fantasy……you were in it too….”

You just can’t ever underestimate the stupidity of piggy men. Such glorious creatures for amusement.

This was better than any soap opera. I watched Sue-Anna’s face turn red with anger. She had let go of John’s cock by now and was glaring at him, oblivious to the spunk dripping from her hand.

“I was in it!….And exactly what was I doing, John?”

I waited with bated breathe for John’s next endearing faux pa.

“….It was just a fantasy, Sue-Anna…..please….it doesn’t matter, I love you!”

‘Nice try’ I thought. ‘Nice try, but you’re caught buster!’

“No! John. I want to know. Tell me what you find so…..interesting about that slut….and what exactly you had me doing!”

John looked like a rabbit caught in headlights as he resigned himself to his fate.

“It was nothing….just Ally…erm…using one of those…..you know….strap-on things on you…..”

John’s voice suddenly increased in pace and squeaky anxiety as he hurriedly tried to placate one very furious cum splattered frump.

“I didn’t even really like it….I was just….it just popped into my head….it was all about you really….the bit I liked I mean, it was your bit that was arousing….not her….she was just….”

“That’s what you’d like to see is it, John? That psycho slut next door doing that to me! You’re sick John!” Sue-Anna said, her anger suddenly giving way to huge sobs, her face hidden in her cum ridden hands.

Sue-Anna’s tears made me cum violently on my hand. ‘I really must have John bring me her tears to taste’ I decided.

Sue-Anna was not for consolation that night and John spent the night on the couch.

Don’t worry, the grumpy frump forgave her husband over time, just in time for my next webcam show. I’m quite tempted to have John try and get Sue-Anna to dress like me or have John call out my name as he cums inside her. The possibilities are endlessly fun to contemplate.