Introduction – Call Me Mrs. Leffe

Maybe you know me from Sexlog, under the profile casalleffe2019. Maybe you've already seen me bent over, on all fours, or sucking five cocks in that video that went viral in Brazilian porn groups. Maybe you've cum watching my little asshole opening up on webcam. Or maybe you've actually fucked me, holding my waist, ramming it in hard, stretching my ass while I moaned like an obedient little slut. Or maybe not. Maybe you just found me here by chance. And if that’s the case, I hope you’re ready to uncover secrets even my husband doesn’t know.

Yes, he knows about our profile. He knows I’m a shameless exhibitionist. That I love to provoke, to show off, to leave my ass exposed for the first jerk-off that comes along. He knows it turns me on when men look at me with hunger, with lust. And he knows I love being used by others, licked, fucked, covered in cum. He loves it too. Loves watching. Loves filming. Loves seeing me devoured by other cocks while he jerks off in the corner like a filthy voyeur. Sometimes, he even joins in with the other guys while I’m getting my ass destroyed.

But what he doesn’t know, and might find out now, is that even with all this freedom, I still love doing things behind his back. I still feel my heart race when I’m about to cheat. My pussy throbs when I exchange glances with someone he knows. I get wet just knowing I’m about to fuck someone else without him ever finding out. No matter how open we are, no matter how many we share our bed with, nothing compares to the thrill of cheating.

I also love introducing him to guys who’ve already used me, and he has no idea. Or fucking people he knows, people he’d never suspect, at least not until now.

And now, I’ve decided to write it all down. And if I’m going to tell it, I’ll tell it right. Every filthy detail, every name of those my husband knows but never imagined had already fucked me.

There’s no sugarcoating here. No shame. No censorship. I’m going to be just as filthy here as I am in bed, in the car, in the club, or in an abandoned building. Just as foul-mouthed as I am when I’m on my knees with my mouth full of cum and begging for slaps. I’ll call things by their names, because that’s how I like it. Dick. Pussy. Ass. Cum. Hot jizz dripping. Just the way it is. Just the way it happened. Because people who read filth want to feel inside the scene. They want to see it. Smell it. Cum with it.

I won’t hide names, especially the ones my husband knows. I want to stir things up. Because I fucked a lot. Fucked many. Some only once. Others for months or even years. Some with care. Others like a bitch being used. Those are the ones I love the most. And since I’ll be telling you about my affairs, those who fucked me need to have the balls to admit it. I know some will be pissed. After all, many are close to us. Friends. Coworkers. Exes. Friend’s husbands. Distant cousins. Neighbors. But I’m a naughty slut. And if they came inside me, they better own it.

These memories are mine. Dirty, delicious pieces of my story. Fragments of wet nights, forbidden orgasms, quickies in bathrooms, backseat rides with my ass pressed against the window, afternoons where I pretended to be grocery shopping but was actually riding someone else’s cock, feeling it throb inside my hot pussy.

I lived it. I came hard. I loved every second. And now I’ve decided to make it eternal.

Since my early days, my ass was always a showstopper. I was always the Booty Girl. The kind that makes people turn their heads on the street. It didn’t matter what I wore. Jeans. Leggings. Shorts. Skirts. My ass always stole the spotlight. And I noticed. I could feel the stares. Eyes invading, touching without touching, licking my thighs with hunger. And fuck, that turned me on.

Over time, I learned to use it to my advantage. To tease on purpose. To walk slower. To sway my hips with intention. To let my thong get stuck between my cheeks, showing off the shape of my tight little ass. I loved knowing someone was jerking off because of me. I loved imagining men with their hands on their cocks thinking about my ass, my little mouth sucking, my throat taking it all without complaint.

That’s when I realized. My ass wasn’t just bait. It was my pleasure center. My secret button. The door where my lust poured out.

Giving up my ass became my addiction.

Yes, I also love a good, hard fuck. A thick cock pounding my pussy. I love blowjobs too. Long, filthy ones, full of drool and moaning. I love swallowing it all, letting it spill, licking the shaft clean. But nothing, absolutely nothing, compares to the feeling of being fucked in the ass. That first stretch. The pressure. The fullness. The heat. It’s like the world stops, and there’s only that.

I’m addicted to cum. The taste. The texture. The mess. Cum in my mouth. On my face. In my pussy. Dripping from my ass. It makes me feel alive, dirty, used, powerful. Because being a slut isn’t submission. It’s domination. It’s knowing I have the power to bring any man to his knees, trembling, begging to fuck me again.

And that’s why I write. This book isn’t a fantasy. It’s not fiction. It’s raw, filthy, real-life truth. I write for those who like it as it is. No filters. No metaphors. No euphemisms.

I write for those who read with one hand.

I write for those who know that pleasure is also power.

If you’ve made it this far, it means you’re ready to go deeper with me. And if you’re ready, then open your eyes, sharpen your mind, and get your cock ready. Because what’s coming next is more than words.

My stories are not poetry.

They’re real fucks. Real orgasms. Memories that still drip between my thighs when I close them.

If you keep reading, you’ll end up smelling my pussy between the lines.

So come on.

But don’t complain when you’re jerking off to me for days.

I’m addictive.

And now it’s too late to turn back.

By the way… have you seen my photos?

Have you seen me bent over, showing off the ass I love to share?

Tell me what you think.

I want to know if it made you hard too.

If it made you want to grab my hips and shove it all in, deep and rough, until you hear me moan with that trembling voice.

Signed,

Mrs. Leffe
The greedy booty girl from Sexlog
The wife you may have already fucked without knowing.

Chapter 1 – The Booty Girl

I’ve always known my ass was an indecent invitation. That firm, round, perky flesh pulsed under any fabric. It had a life of its own, swaying as I walked, standing out even when I didn’t want attention. Though I almost always did. All it took was a tight pair of shorts or a clingy skirt, and I could feel the heat of eyes burning behind me.

I loved that feeling. I knew exactly what I was doing. And that’s what turned me on the most. Knowing they were undressing me with their eyes, imagining what was under the thin fabric, wanting to grab me, flip me over, spread me wide. I would walk slowly on purpose, adding a little extra sway to my hips, feeling my thighs rub and the fabric ride up between my cheeks. It was like an erotic dance with the world. And my ass was the main act.

It didn’t take long for those looks to become touches. Hands that accidentally slid down to the curve of my butt, pressing lightly, testing my reaction. And my reaction was always the same. Shivers, tight chest, a spreading heat between my thighs. Just one finger brushing there, and my panties were soaked. I didn’t let anyone touch my pussy back then. I was too scared of losing my virginity. But my ass, oh, I wanted it touched more and more.

It was like there was a secret button in my tight little hole. One touch and everything pulsed. When someone spread my cheeks and circled a finger right at the entrance, slow and teasing, my body would lose all control. I’d bite my lip, moan softly, push my ass back, begging without words. Just a little more. And when they slipped just the tip in, my head would spin. I’d come hard, easily, without needing anything else.

Rodolfo was the first. One of those bold friends who knew just how much I loved being teased. He pressed up against me with a steady hand, his hot breath on my neck, and his finger went straight to the place I craved the most. He was the first to slide a finger inside my ass. And fuck, it electrified me. The way he moved, slow but firm, made me melt. My ass became the center of my pleasure. My obsession. And from that moment on, there was no turning back.

I started exploring myself. In the shower, in bed, on the floor, standing against the wall, lying face down with a pillow between my legs, on my side with one leg up. I used everything. Fingers, toothbrush handles, makeup brushes, TV remotes. Anything that could slip in even a little was enough to steal my breath.

I’d spit, rub cream, open myself in the mirror just to watch my tight hole twitch. Touching my ass made my pussy throb too. Sometimes I’d come just rubbing my clit while finger-fucking my ass. Other times, it was all anal. And that was more intense, dirtier, more mine.

My mind got obsessed. I started fantasizing about everything. Guys fucking me from behind. Two tongues licking me open at once. Three cocks surrounding me with one buried deep in my ass. I dreamed of being on all fours, cheeks spread, taking a hot load inside while sucking another cock and jerking a third.

And I provoked. A lot. Tight clothes, short skirts, no panties. I crossed my legs seductively, let my ass spill off the edge of chairs, bent over slowly when I knew someone was watching. I could feel the air touch my bare skin and I’d shiver all over.

One hot summer day, everything exploded. I was in the building where I grew up, near the stairwell. I had already fooled around plenty with Marcos and Lucas, two longtime friends who’d had my mouth and hands many times before. But that day was different.

There was tension in the air. They looked at each other with that smirk that says they knew exactly what was about to happen. I called them over to the staircase landing, our usual secret spot. The dim lighting, the echoing silence, it all made it even hotter. I dropped to my knees, unzipped Marcos first, then Lucas. I pulled out their cocks, hard, heavy, warm, and began my ritual.

I kissed slowly, licked the head, tasting that first drop leaking out. Just like the porn I used to secretly watch on dad’s tapes. Then I went all in. One cock in my mouth, the other in my hand. I switched between them, drooling, taking one deep down my throat. Letting it spill from my lips just to see their faces. I wanted to see the desperation, the moans, the shaking. And I did.

One of them came first, all over my face. Hot cum hit my cheeks, stuck in my hair, dripped from my chin. I licked it all up like a proud little slut. The other one came in my mouth. I moaned with him, swallowed without blinking. They stood there, sweaty, trembling, staring at me like I was some wicked little demon. And I just smiled. Face covered in cum, mouth still full.

After that, it became our dirty little secret. We’d meet again in the stairwell or the party room bathroom. I was their release. The mouth that did what their girlfriends wouldn’t. I knew I was being used. And I fucking loved it.

Even now, decades later, when I go back to that building to visit family, I still see Marcos and Lucas. By some twist of fate, they became my husband’s friends too. But even now, they still sneak looks, throw dirty little comments, and sometimes sneak in a quick feel in the elevator or the stairs when no one’s looking. I’m still their filthy little toy. And they know it.

That was when the legend began. I became the Booty Girl who sucked cock like a pro. They told everyone on our street that I let them finger my ass, that I moaned and arched my back for it, that I licked balls and begged for more. Soon there was a line of guys wanting a turn. Some just wanted to kiss my ass. Others wanted to cum between my cheeks. One even begged to fuck me in front of a mirror just to watch my face when he pushed it deep. But I hadn’t given it up yet, so I didn’t.

Then there was one who was gentler. He laid me on my stomach, spread my legs, and slowly licked my ass. When his tongue circled my tight hole and slid inside, I almost came right there. I moaned loud, sweaty, completely surrendered. Then he added two fingers. Then three. And I begged for more. I wanted to be stretched, used, fucked until I couldn’t take it.

Even though I hadn’t yet taken a cock in my ass, I already knew the kind of pleasure it brought. I was getting ready for it. Stretching. Training. Offering myself. It was only a matter of time.

Everything about me revolved around that. The way I dressed. The looks I gave. The filthy things I whispered. I told them to fuck me from behind. I told them to feel how hot my ass was. I let them lick it, finger it, cum on me. And I licked them back. I bathed in it shamelessly. It was my language. My world.

And I knew. That was only the beginning.

Now, skipping forward a little, what turns me on the most is knowing that most of those boys eventually became friends with my husband. Poor thing. He has no idea I’ve tasted the cum of every single one of them.