The Awakening of a Slut: Samantha

The Awakening of a Slut: Samantha

Women like me love to be desired by men. They love to count how many men want them. They can have any man they want given the right place at the right time. I love this feeling.

You might meet me at an elegant cocktail party, given at a well-appointed country house. Elbow-length gloves, a long, flowing silk evening dress, my hair carefully coifed and my face made up for evening seduction, I will seem to your eyes the ultimate in chic femininity. But I will only respond to those who see the fire in my eyes, who can sense the heat, feel the desire that emanates from between my legs.

Breathe in the scent of my lust, for there will be no words, only knowing glances as I silently lead you to a quiet part of the house, to a room far from the crowd. As you lock the door behind you and turn to face me, you will see me raising my skirt to my waist, revealing my intricate lingerie, all lace and straps and clasps, sheer black nylons and high-heeled shoes. My eyes will meet yours as I stand smiling naughtily before you, holding my skirt high with both hands, exposed, naked, haughty and beautiful.

You kiss me and my lips and tongue melt into yours as your hand slides gently down to my crotch, across the soft ridge of my mons, feeling the thick, silken hair of my pussy beneath your palm, hearing me moan softly as your fingertips tease my stiff, swollen clit, feeling my body spasm and hearing the soft wet noises your fingers make sliding into my wet hole of wanton delights.

A woman is born a trophy wife and wanton slut. Samantha needed sex on a daily basis, and if her husband was too tired to perform his duty she sought the aid of her toys and put on such a show for him that he inevitably jumped on her. She would never go out not wearing fully fashion nylon stockings and the most refined lingerie. For the trophy wife dressing is a ritual. She would spend an hour or so in the morning getting ready for the day. Being a lady of leisure, time was not a problem for her. She sought one thing: to be perfect and desirable for her husband. A true trophy wife is confident and submissive, haughty and sweetly lascivious. Samantha was all of that and much, much, more…

A trophy wife is a whore deep down, which means you must gratify her with sex or money, better if with both. For example, when getting ready to go out she flirts with the regular ensemble of skirts, stockings and lingerie, pumps, silk blouses or dresses shirts, scarves and whatever accessories matched the color scheme. She loves fashion and sports anything from the latest trends to timeless classics. She always tries to wear clothing appropriate to the setting without ever sacrificing her unique and eclectic style. In the past prim-and proper, and always true to form, Samantha wore girly, sophisticated clothing that never deviated from her socialite life. Then she started wearing bright colored feminine suits and slinky, suggestive dresses, dresses with plunging necklines and incredibly short hemlines were among her sex attire. Her clothes became an important aspect of her life. The clothes and accessories embodied everything about her– financial power, independence, sexiness, professionalism….

Be aware that there are not many women like her in the world. Her vagina is wet most of the time and she seeks sexual gratification as much as her daily lobster, caviar and shopping sprees. Samantha is an intelligent and well educated lady, elegantly wanton in the long silk folds of her evening gown as she accompanies her husband to the opera or some gala.

Ever ask yourself how a classy and sophisticated lady could become a wanton slut? Taught by her husband to be a perfect slut wife, Samantha was a sex doll, a slut that bent to his wishes. A beautiful living sex doll for him to dress and fuck whenever, however he wished. She was a sweet sex toy. But wives can be so unpredictable at times. She not only enjoyed being a slut but wanted more, much more… It all started of with the classic question after she’d seen her first porno film with her husband: “Wouldn’t you like to see me fucked and used dressed like that?,” she purred into his ear like a wanton little pussy cat.

I guess you could say Samantha’s transformation all began when she first cheated on her husband. She was very careful with her “rendezvous” and dressed elegantly without revealing even a hint of either her underbelly or her slut provocateur: a pleated silk skirt and dark grey velvet Gucci jacket, a white bow-tie silk blouse, with the bow hanging a little low as is this year’s fashion . She wore a very mild fragrance: Bulgary Blu. A 400 dollar silk scarf elegantly placed over the jacket completed the trophy wife picture. She was very aroused and her knees trembled in anticipation. It was like a trance, a beautiful sensual sensation which hardened her nipples to unbearable pleasure. She had been writing to him for over a week. He was a very elegant and intelligent person man endowed with an enormous penis.