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(Her Secret Fantasy, continued by ?...)
The following week, you invite Fernanda, your hot Brazilian neighbor, over for a barbecue. You’ve always had the hots for her and are always looking for an excuse to be around her. Even though she’ll be showing up with her annoying, milquetoast husband, at least you’ll get to hang out with her. You make extra sure to dress well and wear a nice cologne that night.
“Someone’s looking extra hot tonight! ” your girlfriend remarks, as you’re checking yourself one last time in the mirror.
You turn around to face her. Rachel is looking quite sexy herself — in a loose, short, white sundress. You step close to her and move your hand close to her crotch — just hovering over it. “Yeah?” you ask her softly, tapping her crotch, “getting a little wet already, are we?”
Rachel innocently shakes her head, saying, “No, Daddy. I’m a good girl.”
You smirk and reach up her dress, cupping your hand around her panties. You grab her pussy and feel the moisture in your hands. Pulling your hand back up and letting her short dress fall back in place, you show her the moisture. You press your lips against her ear and say, “You’re not a good girl. You’re a little slut. Don’t you forget that.”
Just then, the doorbell rings. You sanitize your hands and then both go to receive your guests. Your neighbor is dressed in a lovely black crop top that just covers her small but firm breasts. Her smooth abs are there for anyone to admire. And down below she has on a short floral skirt that shows off her shapely, long legs. You kiss her on both cheeks and her lovely, feminine scent is in your lungs. Her dull husband is also there — offering a limp handshake.
Soon enough, a few drinks have been had and there’s a steady fire going on the grill. You’re a little looser and find yourself staring at Fernanda’s body every now and then. She’s even catches you a couple of times — when you meet her eyes, you don’t look away. She smirks at you knowingly. You smile back.
“Another round of drinks, party people?” your girlfriend asks. She’s a little tipsy too. You all nod and she gets up, swaying on her feet a little. You stare at her round rump as she walks away. While she’s walking back, you shoot her a lascivious look. She hands your neighbors their beers. While bringing your drink to you, she accidentally tips it over and drenches your shirt.
“Damn!” you say, and stand up.
“Oh, I’m so sorry!,” your girlfriend exclaims, attempting to wipe some of it away. She grabs the ends of your shirt and pulls it upwards. Before you can really question her you’re standing there shirtless. “What the fuck was that?” you ask her.
“What!,” she protests, “Your shirt is drenched. We don’t want you to catch a cold. Right, Fernanda?” Your neighbor gives a noncommittal smile — but you can tell she’s checking you out too.
“You’re an klutz,” you tell your girlfriend, who giggles. “Oh, you think this is funny?” you ask her. She nods through her giggles. “It’s funny to pour a drink all over me, and then take my shirt off in front of our neighbors?”
“Kind of, yeah!” she laughs.
“Bend over.”
Rachel’s laughter trails to a stop. Suddenly rather serious — and blushing — she asks, “What?”
“Bend over. Elbows on the table. Now.”
She does as you tell her to, even as she’s mortally embarrassed. You stand behind her and start caressing her bottom over her dress. You lean close to her and she whispers, “What are you doing, Ross? In front of the neighbors?”
“Well, you’ve been a naughty girl. Haven’t you?”
“Please…”
“Haven’t you?”
“Okay — yes, yes. But not in front of them, come on…”
“Oh, they don’t mind.” You turn to look at your neighbors, who seem to be transfixed by the sight in front of them. The hot Brazilian woman is smiling and curious — with her eyes wide like saucers — and her husband is awkwardly cringing. “Fernanda, my girlfriend and I need to sort out some domestic issues now. You don’t mind, do you?”
“Uh, no…” she replies, “do you want us to leave?” She stands up with her husband, placing her drink down.
“Oh, no,” you reply, still caressing your girlfriend’s soft bum, “I think it would really help if you stayed. Besides, what kind of hosts would we be if you had to leave so early? Right, honey?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she replies softly, “Our neighbors should stay.”
“Daddy?” Fernanda seems intrigued, “okay, this I have to see.”
“Honey, please,” her husband says, “it’s awkward!”
“You can go if you want — but I’m staying!”
Her husband does thankfully leave, so you can continue. Fernanda stands next to you and asks, “So, what are you going to do?”
“Oh, well, she’s been a bad girl. And she just need to be spanked. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
You lift Rachel’s sundress up above her hips. You pull her panties down and let them fall to her ankles. With one hand, your grab a fistful of her soft hair and gently yank her head back. With the other, you give her ass one tight spank.
“Uh!” she yelps, like a helpless puppy.
You spank her again. And again. And again. You keep going for a while — yanking her hair back and spanking her juicy ass till it’s warm. You reach in between her cheeks and rub her pussy. You pull your hand out and show it to your neighbor.
“She’s so wet!” Fernanda exclaims, “can I try?”
“Sure thing.”
You step aside. Fernanda steps in and grabs your girlfriend’s hair like a pro. “Who’s a naughty little slut?” she asks in her lovely accent.
“I am!” Rachel replies. She gets a cracker of a spank across her ass.
“Now say that with some respect, bitch.”
“I am a naughty little slut, Mommy.”
“Better. Now shut the fuck up while I use you.”
You watch in awe as your neighbor spanks your girlfriend’s ass red. It’s making you super hard — and you need to start fucking something now. Question is — where do you start, and how?
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