The moment I heard the news, I knew what I needed to do.
It’s cookie season and it was time to brush off the old uniform. Sure, it fits a little tighter now, but that will just increase the sales of those beloved mint delights. They were always my favorite, but how many men out there would be willing to buy them from me? A lot is what I counted on.
I’ve noticed the dirty looks the women in my neighborhood have given me lately. The more the men look, the angrier their wives become. Little do they know, I am not the bitch to play with. I will fuck your husband and kick the dog on the way out. Ask Debbie across the street. She now knows for a fact that her husband is a real cookie monster.
I watched her as she left. She always hits the gym after the kids go to school. Her husband works nights, so he would be asleep on the couch with his hand on his dick. Maybe he’s protecting it from that viper bitch. She’s not ugly, but that smile will make a man shrivel and die. It’s as phony as those tits protruding from her chest.
I wouldn’t consider myself stunning, but I have one thing most don’t. Confidence. A man isn’t safe around the neighborhood succubus. One last look in the mirror at my uniform and I let out a demonic laugh. God! This poor man will be a shell when the bitch comes home. Drained, drooling, and damaged beyond repair.
First rule of being married. Do not allow another woman in the house even if she has a delicious box of cookies. You will never know if their a succubus until you find your balls empty and begging for mercy. You see, I can’t get enough. You may cum once, but I demand multiple explosions. I am a greedy bitch when it comes to another woman’s man.
Knocking on the front door the moment her car was out of sight, the man of the house grumbled and groaned until he opened the door.
“Excuse me, Sir, but your wife sent me over to sell you some cookies,” I laughed.
He didn’t bother inviting me in. Honestly, he didn’t need to. I pushed past the man, stopping only to call his forward with the use of my finger. A quick curl brought him to sit on the couch, his mouth wide open in complete awe.
As his eye drank in every single inch, I fought the urge to laugh, but lost it in the end. It was the panic of his furrowed brows that did it.
“Shhh, not then, I have to sell all my cookies to get a new badge. You see, I want to be the biggest whore on the block for the third year in a row. So, you’ll buy them all and devour my pussy between each bite. Now be a good boy for me,” cackling, the laughter flowed so easy with this one.
My skirt already short, I pulled the front up showing him the sheer panties beneath. He salivated a dribble of fluid from the corners of his mouth, my hand pulling him forward. I know the aromatic beauty of my pussy, pushing his face against the soft fabric. His breath warm and my panties wet. The combination sent wicked chills through my body. I don’t allow much to affect me, but barrowing a husband caught me by surprise.
“My wife,” he groaned.
“Fuck your wife. Wait, fuck a real pussy instead. Fuck me,” laughing.
Grabbing his hands, I pulled him up, almost dragging him to the bedroom. If I fuck him, I will do it right. The cum stain his wife finds on the bed won’t be hers, it will be mine.
Did I fuck him? What do you think?
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