I just wanted to wish everyone a very Happy Thanksgiving holiday this week! I will be cooking some, watching some football, and talking to alot of you hot guys out there, of course! Don’t forget to check out my Thanksgiving specials this week – 15 minutes for $20; 20 minutes for $30; 30 minutes for $45; and 60 minutes for $80! Those are some really great deals to go with your yummy gobble gobble bird and trimmings <wink>. We can be sneaky and have some hot sexy fun when the women are shopping before and after Thanksgiving and ESPECIALLY Black Friday and over the weekend when they will be out shopping til they drop LOL! And I am not forgetting about you handsome bachelors out there – we can have all of the fun we want anytime, riight? So don’t be strangers, give me a call, hotties!
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I have missed having my cuck around. And in order to show you how much, you are going to pamper me today. I am laying here, naked in all of my splendor, and you are going to rub me down, from my gorgeous head to the tips of my sexy, polished toes, with this sweet smelling suntan oil. Then I will make you watch as I slowly put on my skimpy white bikini, watching your cock grow in increasing appreciation. Then I demand that you put on that barely there small black Speedo and, after donning my short white matching terry robe, you accompany me to the beach in front of my condo. I tell you to go fetch me my favorite drink, while I tease and flirt with the big boys. When you come back with my drink, I slowly take in your mouth, your tongue and your hands, and tell you that I have a surprise for you to clean up for me.
“I WANT TO FUCK YOUR TITS!” —That is what he said to me on messenger. Instantly my pussy just started gushing juices. I truly believe I must have the most sensitive tits in the world. If a guy just looks at them as if he is about to touch them I feel my slit starting to get creamy.
I wish I could find a permanent boyfriend who knows how to pamper my breasts. I even like it a little rough. My tits are perfectly content to have the nipples twisted and pulled while you pump your cock between my cleavage. It is like they are the perfect little pocket for your penis. Just right for squeezing you tight and eventually draining your balls the proper way. Yes you heard me right, I want your load all over my tits and face…..
I am a good little girl and you boys know it. I have my little devilish streak here but you can always see me going to my church and living an honest life. However, the naughty side of me gets in the way sometimes to the point that I get caught in some rather peculiar predicaments. Take, for example, last weekend. I tend to be kinda shy and in the back of the church on most Sundays but that doesn’t stop the mother hens of the area. You know who I am talking about, the socialite women in the church that are always smiling and organizing and doing things like bake sales and ugh. Well, they see me sitting in the back and I knew what was coming. I saw them in almost unison like a flock of geese in synchronization turn and look at me then turn back around and little bits of chatter began. Needless to say, I was approached by them and they wouldn’t take no for an answer. I was going to a woman’s group to socialize, it is just the proper womanly way, don’t you know. (by the way, this is dedicated to my “cuck,” and he knows who I’m talking about)
So I of course am getting so bored at this thing when I go that I decide I am going to head out and walk around the ladies’ property. They lived on a nice farm and there were plenty of places to go. I saw a barn and decided to head over, there could be horses! So I end up walking in the barn and looking around but see no horses. I was pretty much devastated as even out here, in the beautiful air and country, there was still no excitement. That was until I heard a little rustling. I thought it was just a tiny little animal at first but out from around some hay there came out a man. A marvelous man who was proportioned just the right way for me and he was shirtless. I asked who he was, but he did not respond, he merely walked over and began to take off my dress and my panties and bra. I didn’t know how to react, the air hitting my nipples made them instantly hard and the shock of this beautiful man disrobing me made me wet. He began to caress me and massage me all over, touching every pleasure spot of my body, causing me to orgasm over and over and over again. The experience was amazing. Just when I thought I could cum no more, he would do something else to please me, never did he demand anything of me, he just pleased me and was loving it. All of a sudden, I heard the faint voices of the cackling old hens. I could hear them shouting my name to find me. I quickly told him to run and I scrambled to put my clothes on. I barely got dressed when they all stood at the entrance of the barn staring at me. I didn’t know what to do or think, I was disheveled. My hair was all messed up and had hay intermingled in it, and my dress had a few dirt spots on it, to say the least. Regardless, I grabbed my eye and indicated my contact lens fell out and that I was just looking for it. Great story, but the ladies knew better, I think. They simply told me to follow them and we adjourned to the house for the rest of our group time. I will never forget my fun in the barn.
So boys, now you have the privilege to see me in my early princess development. The early route to dominating you and forcing you to be my bitch. Read this letter to a fling.
“ Dear (can’t put his name here),
The past few weeks have been an amazing array of tawdry, raunchy and occasionally romantic escapades. Your cock and the way you use it may be absolutely, positively the best I have ever had in my years of fucking. That is quite a compliment too considering the number of men; black, white and every other color of the rainbow that I have screwed.
I will always remember the first time I saw you at that club. Your dark, shaved head sparkled under the disco ball as you crossed to our table. Where you shocked at my proposal?
Even if you were, you were quick to accept the offer; especially when you felt how wet I was underneath the table. I enjoyed how you boldly got me off right there in the middle of the club with one of the best finger fuckings of my life. I was very glad the music was so loud, because I think I actually cried out as I flooded your hand with my juices.
When you began to kiss me and caress my tits through my blouse, I got so hot and wet. When you unbuttoned your jeans and began to stroke your hard cock, I almost came. When you brushed those large, dark hands up the inside of my soft, pale thigh to find my swollen clitoris; I was whimpering and writhing on the soft blanket. So by the time you, flipped me onto my tummy and lifted my skirt and hips to meet your first thrust, I was already over the edge.
Our wonderful weekend on the Costa Del Sol was memorable as well. I still can’t believe you managed to actually get all that thing into my virgin bum. It hurt so badly at first as your swollen head breeched my untouched hole. I am sure if I had not been so drunk that I could never have managed it. Did I really end up begging and pleading for you to ‘fuck my arse harder?’ And to think that was just our first night there.
It was so hot that last night when you took me from behind standing on the balcony of our hotel room. We were both wet with sweat by the end. I loved the way you stripped me completely naked in the room before leading me outside to the lounges. I adored the way your shaved head felt as you tormented my throbbing clit with that thick tongue, sharp teeth and full lips. But it was not fair of you to deny me my orgasm by demanding I bend over the edge of the balcony and open my thick, white arse for you. Of course, all was forgiven by the time you sprayed another huge load into it.
Where does all that stuff cum from anyway? I have never been with anyone that could fuck so much or made so much spunk. You even managed to make my cunt and arse sore a few times this summer.
BUT…isn’t there always a but…I am afraid this must all cum to an end. This special summer lovin’ must give way to the realities of the autumn and winter of life. I must do my thing and you yours.
Thanks for the fucks,
“Krystal”
He said the first time he saw me his fucking cock got so hard he busted his zipper…that my tits made him explode and jizz a lil in his pants! LMFAO! This guy is obsessed with “my girls” I’m tellin ya!
Ha-but you know what? I like that he digs my big tits and when he slides that huge, hard dick in between them it makes my cunt so juicy wet.
I like to suck his swollen tip when it pokes through my cleavage and then squeeze my titties together and guide that hard dick back down slowly.
Think of titty fuckin as a tasty appetizer to the main Abby course. You know you always want seconds too!
Slow, hot kisses,
Abby
I am a dreamer always have been and I almost always remember my dreams in very vivid detail. I love it when I actually realize I’m dreaming and can let go of all inhibition.
A few nights ago I had a pretty steamy dream about my ex. The two of us were at a party and though I could hear loud music and laughter I could only see him.
Those crystal baby blue’s burning into me making my tight, hot, sweet spot ache for him again. Realizing my dream state, releasing all fear and doubt I claimed what once was mine and made him beg for more.
Even in my dream it shocked him when I got down on my knees and wrapped my soft, pouty, wet mouth around his throbbing shaft. I savored every inch of his nice cock licking it up and down slowly at first then fast. Flicking my tongue wildly around the ridge devouring that swollen mushroom head.
No longer able to resist I climbed right up on him teasing his rock hard cock with my tight, juicy slit. Mmmmmm rubbing that fat head round and round my sweet, hot clit so eager to feel that fuck rod inside me again.
“Mmmm that a girl ride that cock baby.” He nibbled and teased my hard nipples with his mouth while he drove that shaft deep to that familiar sweet honey hole.
Arching my back and taking every inch of his hot, hard cock made me explode and shutter so much my hot sex juice ooozed down his full, heavy balls.
I wanted to drain those balls good so I slipped down between his legs once again and started to suck away at that swollen fuck rod. The sensation of his thick, creamy load shooting down my throat was so real I could taste it.
Mmmmm the places we can go when we dream. Cum be my dream lover tonight!
Until then…
Your Naughty Ashlee
Dont you just love when the weather starts to get cooler? I do! It makes my nipples so hard and it seems to make the guys horny too. I want to just find some hard cock and heat things up. Thats why I really love my phone sex gig. It has kept me from getting cold now that the weather is getting chilly. If you haven’t checked out my web site please check it out and let me know what you think~ http://theklassykat.com/felicia/ And while your there could you please vote for me. It takes just a minute and it really helps me out.
An early morning call from a submissive and very kinky man inspired this post. We have played before and this time was just as amazingly hot as the others.
As luck would it have it for him, I made a lovely purchase this weekend at my taboo toy store. I bought several new goodies actually (ha, was tons of fun) but this sweet leather paddle had his name all over it.
You see, he is a bit of a “pain slut” and I must give him what it is he craves, the dominant side of me. I give it to him good too. “On your knees and arch that slutty back so I can see those balls dangle pretty for me.
Ready for some ball busting baby? Oh, he loves for me to abuse those balls. Begs for it!
The sound of the leather stinging his “boys” made me wet. The crimson imprints from my paddle only made me want him as my bitch even more.
“You are going to be my bitch today aren’t you?” I’m gonna slap those balls blue then you are going to do some very serious ass worshiping. He whimpered and nodded a yes as I slapped his balls hard once again.
“Now be a good bitch and lick my tight, hot, puckered hole sub boy.” He relished my taste and devoured me hungrily, obediently, so submissively.
He didn’t speak a word when I got out my strappy and started to stroke it in front of him but got right into doggy-style with back arched again and bruised swollen balls hanging. I traced the tip of this huge head around his tight hole before plunging into that starfish deep giving this pain slut the dominance he so badly craves.
No limits.
No taboos.
For all your dominant phone sex cravings,
~Your Naughty Ashlee~
It started simply. It started quickly. We transitioned from the occasional flirty glance to daily teasing and talking all because of one moment of my carelessness, one moment of his prying eyes. I was standing in the elevator lobby tapping away on my cellphone, adding the photo I had taken in my car moments before to a text message to someone, and I didn’t know that he was behind me. We rode the elevator up to the top floor together and about halfway up all other occupants got out.
“So did he like it?”
I just stared at him, heart racing, hoping he didn’t mean what I thought he meant. The grin on his cute, boyish face confirmed against my hopes.
Shit.
I knew I was blushing and all I could say was “He hasn’t replied yet”. The teasing, kinda-cocky glint in his eye brought my own smile out. We said no more, just proceeded to our respective sections to find our cubicles.
In the days that followed a tentative email and a knowing grin while passing by multiplied into more. We found brief moments throughout the workday to surreptitiously tease and flirt via email. Coded words, double entendres, secret communications. A heavily-veiled but obvious-to-us message coupled by an innocent-to-others meeting at the printer 5 seconds after for a few words to be quietly uttered that were most definitely not safe for work.It took a lot of self control for us both to keep straight faces and limit the number of “coincidental” encounters and keep our fun under the radar of nosy nearby co-workers.
Soon we were augmenting our coded emails with raunchy text messages. It didn’t take him long to ask to see that same photo that started it all, the one he only caught a glance of, a flash of naked skin. I pondered that, I weighed the risk. I decided to ask for an insurance policy. I told him I wouldn’t send it to his phone unless he sent me a naughty pic first. For once I managed to silence the boy with all the snappy comebacks. I texted him again and proceeded to describe the photo he was asking for in explicit, sultry words. Then I described another one that was also in my phone. When I told him to meet me at the copier in 1 minute, his response made it hard for me not to outwardly gloat.
“I can’t get up from my desk right now without being obvious that uh….something came up…”
“Show me. Now. Turn around and let me see what is so obvious.”
The photo he complied with showed a bulge that seemed out of place in his work pants. Ha! Subtle, but I knew what I was looking at. And thus, the teasing and risque photo dares started (there is something so deliciously naughty about a hard cock surrounded by office clothes). It was hot and arousing and distracting and such a delicious surprise, this turn of events. But yet still…..this did not go beyond work. This did not go beyond glances, words, text and photos despite how close by our cubicles really were. Until…..
Until the day I was wearing this sexy blue dress at work. I went into the bathroom to take a photo for him, my bra cups shoved down and tits exposed. The text along with the photo told him that I was leaving my bra like that for awhile and that he should take notice the next time he walked by me. Oh, he noticed. A little while later as we stood by the printer pretending to sort through papers he stood close to me for a moment and accidentally-on-purpose brushed the back of his hand over my breast. The touch caused my nipple to harden instantly. Oh, he noticed. For what felt like minutes but was more like 3 seconds, his fingers lightly caressed my rock hard nipple through my thin dress. I didn’t breath until he stopped and once he did stop it took me a minute to regain my composure and know that I could walk the 8 feet to my desk. Aided by our clutches of printed papers, me hiding my nipples that could cut glass and him hiding the hard bulge in his dress pants, we scurried back to our cubes where the messages flew back and forth. He knew about my bullet vibrator; he knew I carried it with me but I had told him that I never used it at work before or at least not at my desk. He thought he was being so daring. He asked questions about it and I knew what was coming.
“You should go put the bullet in and turn it on while you’re at your desk…..I dare you, Sam.”
Oh gee, why gosh no, I couldn’t possibly do that……
Oh, a dare, you say? Well how can I refuse then?
And so it went. He asked, I told, about how good it felt and how naughty I was. I told him how my chest was flushed red and I was so close to coming. It was nearing 4pm. He waited a bit longer, for half of our co-workers to head out for the day, before he came to my desk under the guise of showing me how to look something up in our system. And he saw for himself my beautiful agony, how badly I needed it. While I followed his work-related instruction he whispered “I dare you to come right here at your desk as I watch”.
I should win an Emmy for that performance. Pretending to be taught, pretending to ask real questions, all while letting only barely audible moans escape as he spoke and I ground the bullet into my clit. As I felt that moment of imminent orgasm I couldn’t speak, I could only subtly tap his hand to let him know. He stared and watched the show as I tried to feign normalcy while my body betrayed me. My eyelids fluttered, I jerked three tiny body spasms that slipped from my control, and I felt the heat spread across my face and my chest. When I met his eyes again I saw awestruck lust.
“Thanks for showing me, Thanks, I’ll let you know if I have any other problems.” I smiled serenely and stared at him until he walked away, with a tiny restrained smile on his lips. Paperwork held low, covering the bulge in his pants.
Call and hear me cum for you, and I would LUV to make U cum.
LUV.
SAM
