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Step-Mommy Made It All Better

 I had so much naughty fun being your feature girl this week. It was so hot meeting new guys and getting kinky with all of you.  Thanks for making it really awesome and for being so bad with me! Please check out my hot incest post below!

I was 16 when daddy married my sexy blonde MILF step mom.  And, it didn’t take long at all before she and I were really close. What started as an comforting hug turned into one hot and sexy girl on girl in Mommy’s bed.  I couldn’t resist those big nice tits and her nipples were so rock hard.  I had to taste Mommy and I knew she wanted to taste me too.

Her red lips pressed hard against mine and our tongues circled wildly I felt Mommy’s long, slender fingers pull my sexy lil thong over to the side.  “Oh Sadie you are so delicious little girl.” She moaned and slid her finger deep inside my tight teen sex hole then savored it with her tongue. Soft, sensual kisses from this hungry sex cougar covered my hot teen body. I wanted Mommy  to devour me, and that’s when she asked me to do 69 with her. I got so excited I almost creamed right there.

I flicked my tongue around her sexy swollen mound and probed her juicy cunt with my fingers. She did the same with her mouth going crazy on my tight lil pussy.  I waited as long as I possibly could before giving Mommy all my sex honey and mmmm her’s flowed like a river in my mouth.  Suddenly the door opened “OMG Daddy…      ~~To be continued~~kiss kiss~ Sadie

Klassy Phone Sex

I enjoy being a strong, beautiful woman so very much and that I am blessed with certain attributes that are appealing to the average male, that’s definitely a perk! Being sexy to me is taking really good care of my body, mind and spirit.  I mean to exude sexual appeal you really must be emotionally and physically healthy as well as secure in yourself. I absolutely agree that true beauty comes from within and never fades.  But, I will never stop taking care of the outer beauty too.

I adore keeping my body fit and sexy for you men out there.  It doesn’t come as easy as one might think but I am definitely grateful for my inherited genes that make things a bit easier at the gym.

I absolutely love phone sex and always strive to be classy and sexy for you.  I have some truly wonderful erotic conversations, fantasy talk and role plays with some very distinguished gentlemen indeed.  You are the reason I am able to express my sexual needs by respecting and enjoying my ideals. The creativity and genuineness I bring to our calls is always real and I take it very seriously.  I care very much if you enjoy the time you spend with me and strive to make it the best.

A special thanks to my “southern gentlemen” you are a truly delicious delight, I’m glad that you enjoy me too.

Many soft kisses,

Your Naughty Ashlee

TRUST ME WITH YOUR PRIVATE THOUGHTS

Let me make all your fantasies cum true. Nothing is too taboo for me. Just enter my world and have a good fucking time with me. Whatever your desires we can make it all happen. Better yet, let’s take turns creating kinky perverted things to do to each other. I feel that you have plenty of wicked nasty thoughts that you don’t dare reveal in your boring world of corporate bull-shit. So, come share those twisted little thoughts with me. I have an opened mind and definitely warm and wet places for you to penetrate deeply. No judging here! Only want to please your erotic side and give you lots of explosive orgasms and guaranteed satisfaction!!!  Call me tonight!

Success

So I read somewhere that every man that is successful and is happy has a muse.  Most people would assume that is his wife, right?  Wrong!  This study or guy or whoever indicated that most muses come in the form of the “other” woman, the mistress, the whore, the one that is there purely for sexual gratification and to fulfill all of the voids that the wife refuses or is unable to fulfill for the man.   I want to be that other woman or mistress or whore.   To know that I am the reason for a man’s success is such a turn on that I want to fuck more and more just thinking about it.  Yeah, power does it for a woman and especially this one.   Let me take a crack at being your muse, unless you just don’t want to be successful or have the best damn sex of your life.

A Girl’s Best Friend

I don’t understand men sometimes.   I get all hot and bothered so much and I just want to fuck sometimes but these guys all want to be the “nice” guy and not “take it too fast” and stuff like that.  What has happened to all the men out there?   When a girl wants to fuck, she wants to fuck.   This is why I have my best friend, I call him Frank the Tank.  Frank is my dildo and he and I have sooooooooooooooooo many fun adventures together.  We explore new dimensions of me and places that make me cum every time.  So boys remember this, if a woman is giving you clues that she wants to fuck and you disappoint her, it is not her loss, it is yours.  She always will have her best friend at home.   How about you call me and my best friend and we can share our fun with you?

Mile High Club

I can’t remember the exact day or anything but one night I caught the red eye from New York back home.  I had went to New York to visit a friend and we went shopping and went and saw some plays on Broadway and chilled in Times Square and of course gave our respects at Ground Zero.  I ended up having so much fun I lost track of time and this flight was the last out of the gate to my home.   Well, of course it was quiet and not full at all.  I think a total of about 10 people on the plane, including the flight attendants and pilots.  I sat in the middle because it makes me feel more safe, and there was a couple in the front of the plane and this man in the back by the bathroom.  He wasn’t the best looking guy but he was attractive.  I smiled at him when I sat down and then went about my reading.   After they came around with the service cart, the little girls room called and I needed to go.   At this point I am wearing my tight jeans, some sneakers and this cute little top that probably is a little low cut for a plane ride.  I end up using the lavatory in the back of the plane by this man.   I heard some sounds when I was in there, thinking it was turbulence or just the plane noises.  However, when I came out and looked to the right, the man had his cock out and was stroking it!   His fully erect stiff hard juicy cock was being pounded by his hand and he saw me.  He never stopped and actually smiled at me.  I knew he was thinking of me and I couldn’t help myself.  I straddled over him, rubbing my jeans against his manhood and getting in the seat next to him.  I looked up at the front and noticed the attendants were being chatty Kathy’s so nothing to worry about from there.  I then started to go down on him, him holding my head down on his hard cock, the feel of it against my tongue and throat driving me nuts.   I started bobbing my head up and down, stroking his cock with one hand while is sucked him off.  My lips were tightly wrapped around it so not a bit of juice could leave his cock without it being in my mouth.   I could hear him groan faintly and started to feel his hips thrust and his balls tighten.  I was about to get a big big surprise!   He kept true to his silence though and he eventually held my head down as far as he could on his shaft shooting his hot cum all down my throat.  I didn’t gag at all and I licked all of his wonderful juicy surprise from his cock.   I made sure he was dry and then popped my head back up, winked at him and went back to my seat with my panties wet.  We touched down not even 30 minutes later and I left the flight, never talking to him or asking his name.  What a memory.

Spooky Sexy Time Problems

What should I be for Halloween?   I can go old school and go as Carrie or a dead bride or a ghost.  I always loved to get all done up as a witch with the green makeup and the pointy hat and I even used to carry a broom around! LOL Those were the days.   But then I found out what Halloween really is for us ladies, a day we can whore it up and not have the other bitches judge us!   This is why I am deciding on what to wear, it is between the naughty little school girl with my thigh high stockings, plaid skirt, sweater and pig tails, or is it going to be a little devil woman with barely anything covering my hard nipples and ample breasts and what is bound to be a wet pussy if these guys (and girls) do what they typically do and sexify Halloween up.   I can’t decide!  I don’t have much time left and the party is this weekend.   I don’t want any candy (unless it is your lollipop) but I do want to get fucked so help me , please tell me what to wear! I am desperate and would do anything, I mean anything, for help deciding!

The Vampire In Me

Not many of you realize just how extreme I am, how I love a challenge.  I’m not your typical moan and groan girl, never have been never will be.  So when a phone sex caller comes along who picques my interest I love it.  This was the case with my vampire caller the other night.  What can I say other then thank you.  He recognized the power I exude, the control I need to have, and how I hunger for your blood.  I don’t speak to many of you about my vampire kink because quite honestly I know you’re a bunch of fucking cowards who couldn’t handle a hot, sexy temptress like myself latching onto their neck and draining them.  Brett though, he’s different.  Not only does he welcome the idea but he practically begs for it.  I fed on him like I haven’t feasted in so long and it felt incredible.  Are you truly into vampire phone sex too or are you afraid of the complete control that I would have over your worthless, weak body and mind.

Malaya

Superman Sucks, No Wrong, I Suck Superman

I have to admit, I have such a crush on Superman. I know if you go all literal and stuff like that, him fucking me would rip me in half and his sperm would kill me and when he came he would probably blow a hole right thorough me, but fuck how much fun would that be. I would love to be ripped apart with his hard cock, they don’t call him the man of steel for nothing. He would have unlimited stamina and would be able to pleaseme for days on end, causing me to pass out from sheer exhaustion and extacsy from fucking over and over and cumming over and over. I will tell you what, I would fuck 1000 times better than that slut Lois Lane. I can’t believe I am writing this! I should be studying but that show came on, a repeat, of when Dean Cain as Superman. OOOOO he is dreamy, I don’t care if he is an older man now, he is a hottie! Why don’t you be my Superman baby, call me and do your super power to me.

 

Shower Fun

An amazing orgasm story that I remember didn’t come from an enormous cock. It was about 6 inches long and in just a perfect shape that it feels wonderful going in. We were in the shower and while massaging the shampoo into my hair he slid up behind me, pressing his body against mine, me feeling his hardening cock between my ass cheeks. I moaned from the feel of stiffening meat against my ass, tilting my head back to rest on his shoulder, his hands in my hair with the shampoo.

My hair was clean at this point but he hadn’t stopped taking advantage of my temporary blindness. He led me closer to the water so that he could wash off his hand, then he used my other arm to encircle me and cup my soft, smooth tits, earning him a a sigh of appreciation. He began to kiss my shoulder and then he put his right hand on my belly, and to build anticipation, made the slow journey down my stomach to my sweet, shaved slit. He had me at the touch of my finger sliding between my pussy lips, my knees began to buckle. I began to do everything but falling down after the first five seconds. After dipping two fingers, one at a time, into my sopping pussy, he focused on my clit. It was a cinch to find; it was peeking out from its hiding place at the top of your slit. He concentrated pressure on the flesh directly around it, so as not to actually hurt me while I was being pleasured. I finally came again and latched onto his arm for dear life, moaning again and again, completely incoherent at the feeling of his fingers toying with me. Finally, with an inarticulate yelp of joy, I came, hard, again, and the only thing holding you me was that left arm, because his right hand hadn’t stopped masturbating me yet. ….. I am so wet and horny call me now.