When you first laid eyes on me your tongue hung out of your mouth. You knew you were caught staring when I made eye contact, but you didn’t flinch and you couldn’t look away. Normally I interpret this as creepiness, but I could see from how mesmerized you were that you couldn’t help it, especially with the bikini I was sporting.
Instead of meeting your ahem…“heightened state” with a dirty look, I gave you a smirk, one that says “Your submission is adorable.” I glanced towards your crotch. Your cock was already stiffening, but when you saw where my eyes were looking it fully came to life. My smirk evolved into a grin, then a kiss blown through the air, before showing you my backside as I turned and sauntered toward the water.
We were at a beach house party, neither of us having any idea who the other was. You spent the next hour wandering around from the outside roaming the beach to inside, going from room to room, not able to find me.
You were hoping for the chance to silently flirt with me for a little while longer so you could gauge my interest in you and summon up the courage to approach me. I was nowhere to be found. You figured I had snuck out and at this point, even making eye contact with me again was beginning to seem like a mere fantasy.
You start saying your goodbyes to the people at the party when suddenly I appear! Your friend’s wife, also the hostess of the party, is behind me, ushering me across the room towards you. Unexpectedly, I’m returning your stare as we approach you. It seems like you are viewing me in slow motion as you see the top of my boobs bounce a little with each step I take. “I want you to meet my dear friend, Ashlee,” our mutual friend says, before being called away. “So I guess we do meet after all,” I whisper, as if I possibly wanted it too.
This gives you a bit more courage. “I’ve been noticing you from afar,” you begin with.
“Really? I hadn’t noticed!” I pause with a straight face just for effect before breaking into a smile. Your heart skipped a beat when I replied with sarcasm but it began to palpitate normally again when you saw me smile. I reach down, rub your cock through your swim trunks and whisper, “I’m going up to the deck by the pool. You should come rub some lotion on me. You wouldn’t want my delicate skin to burn, would you?”
Your throat goes dry and you’re unable to make a sound, but it’s not like I needed any confirmation that you were, um, up for it.
Your strong hands rubbing lotion on my back feel amazing. As you lift the fabric string slats on my bikini to get lotion between them, I say “There are other people who could come up here, otherwise I’d have my top off already.” When you are finishing with the small of my back, I’m wondering if you are going to rub my exposed ass cheeks or if you’ll need me to tell you that it’s okay first.
You suddenly make a bold move; you spread my legs open as you place your cock against my pussy, and rest it between my moist thighs. I’m not going to allow you the keys to my Kingdom just yet, so I snap my legs shut. Now I’ve got your cock in a flesh-filled vice grip. “Ashlee, that’s not fair. I was—”
“I know what you were about to do,” I giggle. “But what I want to do is lie here with you on top of me. I’m going to massage your cock with my inner thighs. Just rest on top of me babe…”
There we lie for 10 excruciating minutes. You fidget non-stop, your hips begging me to let you penetrate my pussy. Finally I relent. “You’ve been teased enough. Proceed, you may fuck me.”
Like a man on a mission you roll me over, spread my legs and within seconds you’re inside me. Your hands grip my legs just where they meet my crotch. You pound away, but you were so incredibly turned on from all my teasing that after only a few powerful thrusts your breathing becomes ferocious. Your eyes close, your head arches back and you launch an explosion of warm cum deep inside me. “Thank you for the party favor, Ashlee.”
Call me, baby…
Because I’m the best party favor you’ll ever get!
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It’s just another weeknight. You’re on the couch, watching television; your wife is sitting next to you sinking her jaws into another pile of calories. She used to seem genteel and decorous as she delicately placed each small forkful of food in her mouth. Now she seemingly shovels it in like it’s her last meal.
She used to excite you and make you want to fuck her. But, it’s been years since she last entered your mind in any sort of romantic fashion. And you definitely aren’t fantasizing about her luscious tits when your cock is hard and you need to cum.
Babe, please don’t take this next statement as arrogance. I really don’t mean to play up my self-esteem, but I genuinely regard you as extremely fortunate to have found me. I am the best phone sex provider in the industry, presently and always. Yes, I have the hottest voice you will ever hear. But, No…, that is not why I’m the best. I’m the best because I understand men and your need.
You crave lust. Any female can spread her legs and become your receptacle, even the chunky-monkey on the couch next to you. But that’s not enough. I know you need a certain kind of attention from a female. You need to be with someone who makes you actually feel like a man.
I do it naturally because I radiate femininity. From my body, to my voice, to knowing what you want, when you call me, you are temporarily entering into a world where the fact that you have to work tomorrow is forgotten. I may have an hourglass figure, but time stands still when we are on the phone together.
The woman on the couch used to do that for you. I know reading that stings a little. I’m sorry, babe. I, on the other hand, always have and always will give you that vacation-like feeling where you allow yourself to not care and punt the stresses of life until later without feeling bad about it.
The entire time that the television is on, you’re sitting there in a bit of a daze. You see the images before you, but the thoughts running through your mind are about escaping for a short while so you can indulge in another short vacation with yours truly…
“Honey?” you ask. “Do we have any more beer?” This is your passive aggressive way of reminding her that she said she was going to get groceries earlier in the week and didn’t. She said she was going to make dinner tonight, but instead, as you were getting ready to leave work and fight rush hour traffic, she asked you to pick up Chinese food on the way home. With guilt as your most powerful weapon, you succeeded in shooing her away on an errand so you could be alone. You said “I do” to a female that made you thrilled to be alive, not to the person she has devolved into.
When her car’s ignition sounds, you make your way upstairs. It feels physically awkward to run up the stairs as your erection grows. Simultaneously you dial your phone as you strip naked. My voice answers “Hi, baby”, sending a momentary shock through your body as your sensitivities spring to life!
You lie in your bed and pull the covers over you. It’s just like stepping into a bubbling hot tub at a beach resort. Mmmm, you’ve once again stepped into Ashlee’s world, where nothing else matters, the hospitality impresses you, and your cock is the guest of honor.
This blog was not a story about me seducing you, or sucking you off, or bouncing up and down on your cock while steadying myself by holding both of your shoulders…
I’m the best phone sex lover because I know that the above story is what turns you on. I know I’m your escape. More importantly, I appreciate and understand that you need to escape!
I’m not here just to make you cum. I’m here to give you what you thought you were getting until death do you part.
Because every man doesn’t just deserve some of that respite, he needs it just to be a man.
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…And waiting. It became pleasurably agonizing, hoping every time I heard a tiny sound in the hallway it would be him approaching. I would get excited, and then mellow out again when I realized it was just my imagination. When he did at last come, I didn’t even hear him approach.
He assumed as he entered the classroom because it was too dim to see my face, though I had made sure the glow did illuminate my nearly bare legs. I was glad he was expecting it to be me.
“Mr. Atkins.” I acknowledged him and removed my legs from his desk, slowly crossing them in front of me.
“This note… what are you doing here? We shouldn’t be here.”
He was saying the words, but even to someone who wasn’t engaging in wishful thinking, they sounded unconvincing. I stood up and leaned against the edge of his desk, facing him, opening my legs a bit so he could imagine himself between them.
“Mr. Atkins, I’m sorry if you’re misunderstanding. I just wanted to discuss Dracula a bit more.”
He moved closer, grinning.
When he was close enough that I could touch him, I grabbed his tie and pulled his body into mine. I could feel that he was already hard as he pressed against the loose fabric separating us. The situation excited him as much as it excited me. “You’ve always been my favorite student, Ashlee, but I could get in a lot of trouble for being here right now.”
Pulling harder on his tie, my mouth found his neck. “I’ll just have to make it worth the risk, then.”
He groaned while his hands found the underside of my thighs, pulling me closer to him, moving us both back so I was resting on his desk. I slid back further and wrapped my legs around him.
“I just wanted to experience this before graduation,” I told him. “I’ve been trying hard all year not to make a move.”
Even in the low light, I could see the smile that spread across his face. He said he loved the way I looked lying on his desk. I responded by feeling the bulge in his pants, attempting to grip him through the fabric and feeling him grow.
“We need to make this quick. They’ll look for me if I don’t come back.”
“Perfect” I whispered in his ear. With the suspense building as long as it had, I was dripping wet in anticipation anyway.
I heard him unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants but I didn’t look away from his face. Even in the dark he looked handsome. I wanted him to tell me more about sex and blood and death but I also just wanted to experience it with him — all the parts of being human, all the things worth writing about.
I was happy there, to be a willing participant in a fantasy I was sure he had. Happy when he slid my lace panties off, happy when he didn’t bother to remove my bra but instead pulled my breasts free from it, and especially happy when his body met mine.
While forging a path with his mouth from my neck, down to my collarbone, and then landing on my tits, he pulled me closer to him and entered me. The speed with which he poured himself into me belied his eagerness. I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him.
He thrust himself in and out of me with frenzied desire as I felt myself on the verge of a glorious orgasm. I arched my body, pushing my tits high up into the air as I came all over his cock. He told me that I was a good girl, and slowly pulled his dick out of me. He pressed his cheek against mine and whispered, “Ashlee, if you want to be a great student you’re going to have to finish me off with your mouth.”
Kneeling before him, I skipped the niceties and began sucking him with full force right away, working my hand around his shaft in tandem with my mouth. His hands worked their way through my hair, separating it into two ponytails that he held firmly as he used them to guide my head onto his cock, increasing in rhythm until I felt him tense up while his hands were busy clenching my hair.
Pulling my head down on him, he held me there and emptied his hot cum into the back of my throat. While pulling my mouth from his cock, I ran my tongue over my lips, savoring every drop that was just fed to me.
“The reward certainly did outweigh the risk! Thank you, Ashlee!”
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“Blood, Sex, and Death” were the three things Mr. Atkins taught were part of every Gothic horror novel. He was the high school English teacher who I hopelessly crushed on, and I couldn’t help but notice that his eyes lingered on yours truly when he mentioned the key ingredient, “Sex”.
I was already 18 and about to graduate. Glued to my seat even in the late spring when my classmates were perpetually zoned out, focused on the summer ahead of them. But I still had unfinished business here, and today he was wearing a black tie over a light blue button-up shirt and jeans that were just snug enough to drive me wild.
When he perched on the edge of his desk reading from The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, I let my eyes wander up and down his body, imaging a new use for each part of it.
He was the new cute teacher that year, the one all the girls whispered about between classes, “Mr. Atkins is looking hot today.” I tried to pretend that I wasn’t one of them at first; it’s not interesting to have the same crush as everyone else. But his charm was undeniable; who else could make the classics sound so damn sexy? Every day when he taught, his inflection would bounce up and down with pure passion as he taught us about Bram Stoker and Shirley Jackson.
When he taught Dracula, he became rather brooding and obsessive, delving into each character. Even in the clinical, fluorescent-lit classroom you could feel the sexual tension. I spent the 50 minute class period imagining his lips — his teeth — on my neck, secretly finding me, lusting after my “life force” as Stoker said.
The week we spent on The Haunting of Hill House was one of the most oddly erotic weeks of my life. The text was thrilling. I was in a constant state of suspense and I held myself to the promise of not reading ahead. I was completely enthralled in class when he talked about the role that adrenaline plays in our body’s physiological state as we read. I didn’t dare ask, but I was sure that my accelerated libido was one of those byproducts he was talking about.
With graduation only a few weeks away, I felt bolder. Surely I should make a move, if the consequences of being rebuffed were so low? (More like, out of the question, really.) Besides, what could they do? I was almost gone. And so I became consumed with the idea of hooking up with Mr. Atkins.
At first, I thought I could be ahem…subtle. Mr. Atkins certainly noticed when I wore something low-cut or form-fitting. Once I entered his classroom in a pair of short-shorts and a tight crop-top that displayed my midriff and fleshy thighs; I could have sworn I heard him groan as I sauntered to my desk. But understandably, he never did anything more than cast a lingering sex-laden glance my way.
He’d get in too much trouble, I reasoned. I’m going to have to be the one to make a move. So I set my mind to creating the perfect plan: I’d just have to present him with an opportunity he simply couldn’t say no to.
The senior end-of-year dance was coming up, and I enthusiastically inserted myself into the planning committee. I asked Mr. Atkins if he would be a chaperone (apparently we were in desperate need of one, though of course I didn’t ask anyone else). A light flickered in his eyes as I carefully enunciated the word “desperate”, and I assumed that it was a look of comprehending my agenda. He accepted the task.
I went to the mall and bought some lingerie, black and red and lacy. On dance day, I wore it under a loose-fitting white sundress, pure and virginal like a Gothic heroine, but dark and carnal beneath the surface.
At the dance, I added a note to Mr. Atkins’s clipboard. I slipped it underneath the list of rules and map of emergency exits. The note was simple; it was a line from Dracula along with his classroom number. “No man knows till he experiences it, what it is like to feel his own life-blood drawn away into the woman he loves.” C17.
I never went to the dance. Instead, I made my way through the dark, empty corridors of the school and let myself into his classroom. I brought a candle with me to help create an aura of mystique and an air of eerie seduction.
Lighting it and setting it on a desk in the front row, I climbed into Mr. Atkins’s seat behind his desk, pulled the straps of my dress down so the top of my lacy bra was showing, and crossed my legs with my heels resting on the edge of his desk, and I began waiting…
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On a lazy summer morning, I look outside to see the clear blue sparkle of the swimming pool at the beautiful house we rented for our secluded weekend getaway in San Diego. The sun is catching the water in diamond-like spikes, the gentle breeze moving the water just enough to send the tiniest ripples across the surface.
I can hear you moving about upstairs; I have no idea what you’re doing, but I do know that you are privy to the same view as I am. I open the patio doors and stand for a moment drinking in the glorious scenery, before walking out to the edge of the water.
Without looking up I can sense you watching from the window as I slip off my little robe, naked beneath it. The fabric slides swiftly down and pools on the stone decking as I sensually stretch and dive into the water. I swim slowly up and down the length of the pool, moving through the water with intention.
As I reach the point from which I started, I pause and just lean my arms over the edge of the pool. As the water clears from my eyes I see your legs in front of me, naked and tanned. I move my eyes upwards slowly and notice that you are standing before me completely nude; your cock is rock hard and looks so fucking delicious!
Moving further up with my eyes, I reach your smiling face and eager eyes. I push myself back into the water and rise out of it again just enough for you to see my breasts barely breaking the water. I shoot you a sexy smile that is inviting you both into the water, and into me.
You sit on the edge of the pool, your legs between my arms, and slide down between my body and the edge of the pool. I can feel the whole length of your manhood as you slowly run your hot flesh against my cool skin, which immediately responds to your touch. My nipples harden, my breath quickens, and a familiar surge of heat starts to spread in the soft sweet spot between my legs.
As our bodies press together, your mouth meets mine in a slow, deep kiss, whilst your strong hands run across my shoulders and down across my tight, wet breasts. I wrap my long silken legs around you, holding you up. I arch towards you, my hips pushing my longing pussy against your throbbing cock, pressing the length of it between my lips as the head of your shaft teases my clit.
The way you look at me and work my body is driving me crazy with desire. You sense my mounting frustration as I can’t release my grip on the pool’s edge because I’m supporting both of us. You lift me up and place my legs around your waist as you slide your erection into me; my legs are holding you in the water while my pussy clamps tightly around your pulsing dick.
My breasts are now above the water line as you bend your head and suck and bite on them unabashedly. You use your hands to move me backwards and forwards on your cock as my pussy clenches you tighter and tighter with the need to cum. The slow speed and constant pressure on my breasts causes me to cum quickly and quietly whilst curling my head into your neck as I do. You can feel the orgasmic waves running through me and around your cock, but you haven’t finished yet and pull out before you get too prematurely caught up in the pleasure.
You push yourself back out of the pool with me following you, and we walk over to the chaise lounge, pausing by the side of it for another deep long kiss. You sit me down and stand in front of me knowing that I love to taste you and need to pleasure you. I run my fingers gently across your skin, down your stomach and around your thighs, raking my nails across your ass.
As I cup your ass-cheeks in my hands, I lean in and run the tip of my tongue across the bulging head of your cock before engulfing your girth. I open my mouth again slightly and glide it along the underbelly of your twitching cock just to prolong the ecstasy. Then I slide my open mouth over you, taking you in as far as I can, sighing softly as I do.
I work my mouth slowly and firmly up and down as my hands massage your glutes, spreading your cheeks slightly as I do. Taking one hand off, I run my fingers through my slick pussy and return them to your ass, delicately fingering each of the crevices surrounding your puckering asshole.
Next, I gently push a couple of fingers into your ass as I suck harder and deeper. I softly circle my fingers inside of you as I reach up to massage your prostate. Still sucking you, you start to thrust your hips back and forth, wanting both to fuck my mouth and to feel my fingers deeper inside of you.
Suddenly your body stiffens and your balls tighten as you cry out “Ashlee!” and you pump thick streams of hot cum straight into my mouth and down my throat! When you have emptied the entire contents from your balls into me, you slump over a little against me and I release you.
You lay down next to me on the lounger. I curl up into you and whisper in your ear “I’m so glad you accepted my invitation into the water, and into me, baby!” You just sigh as we lie together quietly, savoring the aftershocks of our sex.
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