Steamy Mistress Day: How Do You Celebrate Mistress Day?

One of my neighbors, Cassie, absolutely loves a steamy Mistress Day.

She always starts her steamy Mistress day with a long hard fuck. It’s easy to tell because Cassie refuses to close the blinds in her house. So when I went for a run, what did I see? Cassie on her hands and knees on her bed, being fucked by Brad, a man whose wife lives halfway across the country.

Let me describe Cassie for you because she’s absolutely fuckable and gorgeous. Cassie has two children of her own, but both are in college. She isn’t married anymore, mostly because of her desire for lots of cock. She’s 5’2 and blonde, with shoulder-length hair.

And in the morning, when Brad is fucking her from behind, her full c cups swing into the air. Sometimes she catches me watching, as she did today.  It never upsets her.   She and I have had our own lesbian fun before. She gives me a wave and then gives more of a show, and I know it turns her on to be watched.

Her steamy Mistress Day doesn’t stop in the morning, though.

In the afternoon she meets up with a man who loves to shower her with gifts. He’s her chastity paypig. She likes to send me photos of Carl, whose wife lives much closer by in the next city over. Today I got a shot of Carl’s credit card next to his chastity device, with the question of which was more important. I pointed out the credit card, even if the chastity device was on Carl’s cock at the time.

Sorry, Carl. Maybe when you have some use as a man I’ll try to save your cock. Until then, thanks for being Cassie’s paypig, because she sent me a fun new gadget with your credit card.

And that’s not the end of her steamy Mistress Day, either!

This afternoon, she met up with two different guys who wanted to fuck a next door milf. The first one she met in her hotel room, ready to see him at 3:00 pm. She texted me a photo of her bright red lipstick and her black, lacy negligee, and her very trim pussy. In fifteen minutes, she sent an automatic photo of the guy licking that pussy, with her head thrown back. His wedding ring glistened in the hotel light.

After he left, she went to get a pizza. Well, she went to get a pizza boy. The next text I got from her was her sucking on the cock of the local pizza joint owner, deepthroating him as he worked on some sort of paperwork. Clearly, she kept her steamy Mistress Day jam-packed full of spicy activities.

And tonight, I plan to eat her out as she tells me about all of them. After all, there’s a reason she’s been sending me photos all day!

Tell me, do you have any other ideas on how a next-door milf could spend Mistress Day? I would love to hear your thoughts.

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