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The Promise of What’s Sure to Cum
With my hand cradling your balls I look up at you with half opened eyes. “I can make you do practically anything I want, can’t I, babe?” I know what is going through your mind at this moment. I know that you are weighing your thoughts on what you would do for me versus what you want me to do to you. Your cock is hard and blood is coursing through it like a well-oiled machine.
I move my hand from your balls to the base of your cock; you are already aching with need. I apply lubricant to the palm of my hand and your balls as I carry on with the task at hand (yes, pun intended). When I first applied the cool, damp gel it caused you to jump, but with my slow, deliberate strokes you are soon experiencing a form of Heaven you didn’t even know existed.
“Ashlee, yes, you can make me do anything. Please, ask something of me. Ask me for anything?”
“Ask?” I say. “We are well past the point of my making requests, baby. Asking implies that you have the option to decline me.”
“Do what you will to me Ashlee.” I show my appreciation for the obvious realization you had before you answered my question by bringing my lips to yours. We kiss passionately with my hand still wrenched around your throbbing cock. Your moans are beckoning me to do more. They are actually bordering on whining, which I like because you’re showing me that you’ve given yourself over to me to do with as I please. I pull my face back and stare into your eyes once more, watching your face twitch with anticipation.
I push you down on the couch; I straddle you, balancing myself by grabbing your shoulders. You thrust your pelvis upwards as soon as you feel the wet, tight hug from my slick pussy. I bounce up and down on your cock, my eyes looking straight into yours throughout our sex. Your head arches back like you’re trying to show off your Adam’s apple. I squeeze my muscles from within around your shaft and hear you bellow aloud “Oh fucking shit, Ashlee!!!” as you explode a mad load of cum into me. I keep riding you after you finish on a mad mission to join you in Heaven. A moment later I dig my fingernails into your shoulders, inflicting a small dose of pain, but you dare not complain. As I’m still clinching your flesh I coat your cock with my own cum.
The aforementioned is part of what I think about when you and I have not rendezvoused in a while.
I also think about how much I miss you and enjoy taunting you with…
The promise of what’s sure to cum!
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Story Time
“Come on Ashlee, just touch it,” he said in a voice that sounded like the perfect mix of both ordering and begging me. It was the first moment in which I realized that I held some of the power. Leading up to this point, I was following him, mesmerized by the fact that I was gaining the attention of the most popular boy in the entire school, the star quarterback who had the attention of newspapers.
I was just a freshman. I didn’t just have a pair of amazing boobs; from the moment I walked through the school gates, I realized I had the biggest and most enticing tits of any girl in the entire school. I caught the attention of every human being around; from the older boys, to the teachers and faculty, to the jealous girls, to all of the coaches. The whole place knew me, but I didn’t know the power I had
Earlier in life, around people my age, I was kind of the Queen Bee, but I wasn’t a bitch about it. Everyone was nice to me and my classmates seemed to really enjoy hanging out with me. This changed for a short while when I entered high school where I was surrounded by students that were older than me. I may have still had the best pair of tits, but I was no longer the only girl with “big” tits anymore.
The older girls definitely wore more revealing clothes than what I had known in middle school, probably because they generally had more to show off. The boys had muscular arms exploding out of their shirt sleeves and more powerfully built chests, they were more like men than boys.
That night, out with my girlfriends, the quarterback pulled up in his jet black mustang, Guns N’ Roses’ blaring from the sound system, sporting the shiniest rims I’ve ever seen.. I thought he was the coolest, most macho male I had laid eyes on. I wanted more than anything to have him look at me. That turned out to be easier than I thought. Years later he admitted to me that he arrived on the scene when he did because he had noticed me previously and didn’t just happen by when he did.
Over the next hour he pursued me, talked impressively about his life, dangling an implicit invitation for me to become a part of it. He knew I was nervous, but made me feel comfortable with his unassuming approach that gradually shifted towards gentle caresses with my barely realizing it. Eventually he asked me if I wanted to listen to some tunes in his car. He assumed that I knew that meant at least making out, if not a whole lot more. I felt confident enough in the situation that I joined him in his car. That’s what led to him begging and ordering me to “just touch it.”
I did a lot more than touch it. It was so big, so beautiful, and so impressive. I wanted to do more than just touch it. I wanted to take it between my lips and worship it. I wanted his cock more than I wanted him. I wanted to close my eyes and feel the warm pulsating power rubbing against my face. I was so ready to give in when his begging made me realize that he had already given in and I was in control.
I reached for it, wrapped my fingers around it and just felt it for a moment. Then I began jerking it. He moaned loudly, encouraging me to move my hand faster. Within moments his breathing was like someone who just finished a long sprint. I watched as his cock tensed up and then a fast rope of white cum exploded out of it.
This is a story about me. And as much as I love telling it to you, I love creating new stories about us.
Call me babe…
It’s story time.
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A Trick And A Treat
You pull up to my house and park your car. You had previously mentioned that it’s important that we arrived to the Halloween party on time as the host, a friend of yours, is a bit on the uptight side.
I called you from inside my house to tell you that I was running late, I could hear the desire to protest this from the cadence of your voice (thank you for stifling that, babe; you’re such a good boy). “Babe, I need more time than I thought to put on my costume,” I said.
As you are waiting, you sent me a text to announce what time it was. “I’ll be just another minute,” I text back. But I was not just another minute. I was over ten minutes, ten excruciating minutes of your nervousness morphing into frustration. Then I heard the front door to my house open. You were ready to full-on scold me, but you also knew you’d have to be careful not to upset me or I might not be up for fucking after the party. As you thought about this, you reluctantly went back to your car to wait some more.
When I finally emerged from the house you were awestruck. Seeing me saunter towards the sidewalk where your car was parked was like a scene out of a movie. The tops of my tits were exposed and bouncing as I approached you. You felt like the world was moving in slow motion, whilst your entire body was paralyzed, and the only sound audible to you was your pounding heartbeat. My tits seemed to get bigger as I got closer, but while that was just an optical illusion, the size of the bulge in your crotch was definitely not!
“I’m sorry I took so long, baby,” I say as I make myself comfortable in the passenger seat. But there was no apology necessary, and you assure me of that. “And I know your friend will be a real dick about it and give you shit. I’m so sorry.” But you couldn’t care less. Seeing my cleavage rise and fall as I took a deep breath washed away any concerns you might have had.
But then another thought crossed your mind. “Ashlee, you’re not even wearing a costume?!” you ask and exclaim at the same time. I pull out a little tiara from my handbag and place it on my head.
“I’m a princess, or does that not count because on Halloween we’re supposed to pretend to be something we’re not.” You laugh out loud, but are still amused and a bit perplexed.
“I mean,” you start, “Ashlee, you’re not really wearing a costume. And that little princess hat didn’t take you forever and a day to put on.”
“Sweetheart,” I say as I place my hand inside your thigh, and lower my voice to a seductive whisper, “I didn’t think you’d mind how I look.” I put my index finger to your lips to indicate that you are not to jump to quip your protest of my clarification. I continue, “Besides, I promise you that when the party guests lay eyes on me, every wife and girlfriend will be more scared than if a pack of hungry zombies stormed down the door.” You smile in agreement. “And as for what took so long, well, I was working on my costume. Shaving my pussy for you is a part of my appearance.
With that statement, my hand flies to your delicious looking bulge. You let out a light moan. I follow by unzipping your fly to liberate your magnificently hard cock. When my fingers wrap around it you fight back the urge to let yourself cum right then and there. I see you’re already close to ejaculation so I unhand you and command you to begin driving.
As you drove, I gave you a little time to calm down and your cock started to go flaccid “Babe, I want you to think about the grand entrance we’re going to make. You—dressed up like whatever the hell you’re supposed to be—along with me on your arm, we will be the center of attention. Every man there will want to fuck me and envy you. You’ll be walking around with the confidence of a man with a nine inch cock because you know you’re going to unload your balls into me before the night is over.”
My hand is tightly gripping your cock again, but I’m not stroking it. Instead I tell you to pull over. You do as commanded. When we’re parked I begin jerking you off. Our eyes locked, I ask you “Will you cum for me, lover? Please? Please cum for me here and now. And please get it on me.” You explode a river of thick, white, man gravy all over the top of my tits.
“Happy Halloween, my baby.”
If you find yourself dressed up with no place to go, call me.
I’ll liberate your cock too!
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A Blissful Bang in Exchange for Anything
As your fingers play around with my swollen pussy lips, the welling moisture is telling you how fucking hot I am for you. I always revel in how it feels to be finger-fucked by you anywhere, but in this particular situation it was even hotter for me.
My back is pressed flat against the inside of my front door. You had just arrived and right after I let you in, you grabbed me and flung me around, pinning me so that I was trapped between your erection and the door.
“Ashlee, you love to tell me when I need to be a good boy,” you say before attacking my lips with yours. I was taken aback by the speed in which you turned the moment from a usual greeting into an intensely lust-filled interlude.
You pulled away from my mouth long enough to say “Now it’s your turn to be a good girl for me.” Yes, you pulled your lips away from mine in order to speak to me, but your pelvis was now doing the talking as it was pressed firmly up against mine, conquering possession of my body hard and fast.
You knew that I was stunned in the most erotically enthusiastic way, so you continued to assert your dominance over me while you had me so eager to experience what would cum next.
Our eyes locked in a paralyzing gaze as you reached between my legs and starting massaging my pussy lips through the dampened fabric of my jeans.
You pulled back just a bit to gain access to my zipper, and yanked it down. You pushed your hands inside to claim what was obviously yours. You pushed my slushy panties to the side and pushed two fingers inside my creamy pussy. You pulled them out and brought them to your nose to take in a long whiff of my arousal. You then slid them into your mouth, sucking them vigorously. This naughty show of primal assertion drove me insane with desire! Sensing my need to be pleased, you pushed your fingers back into my now drenched pussy and began banging me with deliberate intent.
“Oh my, babe, what’s gotten into you?”
But then we both quickly realized the irony in my question. We laugh out loud together. “No, Ashlee, it’s what’s gotten into you, my dear!”
I consciously tried to muster some mental control of the situation to not comeacross too eager, but with your fingers reaming my walls and your thumb strumming my clit, I was fucking helpless and loving it!
As I continually moaned aloud, you were now concentrating more on evoking pleasure than trying to win the battle of charm and wits.
You realize that attempting to play my own game against me was futile. Focusing on seduction rather than adhering to any sort of strategic critical thinking was bringing you just as much ecstasy as you were giving me.
“Ashlee, do you want me to stop?” you ask. “Why, oh why, would I ever want you to stop?” “Well then, my buxom beauty, tell me what you’ll do for, um, I mean to me after I make you cum?”
“I’ll do anything,” I utter in a breathy voice. “I’ll do absolutely anything, baby.”
“Wow, anything?” you ask as your fingers bring me to the brink with each rhythmic thrust.
The answer is yes. I will do anything for you.
Please call me, babe.
I’m so ready to show you what “anything” entails.
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How Did I Get Into Phone Sex?
I cannot really pinpoint an exact moment in time or a specific episode that motivated me to have a ton of photos of myself taken, create the safest and most discreet phone sex website and declare myself open for business (and for you). It was more a culmination of various moments over the years. Kids grow up dreaming of one day being the president of the United States, a fireman, a baseball player, or a supermodel. No one says “Daddy, I want to be a compliance officer (or an accountant, or a media buyer, or a flight attendant) when I grow up.” But some of us do end up there.
Life takes us on strange journeys, and we land in places that never even occurred to us when we first gave serious thought to what we wanted to do with our lives. I don’t even know where my odyssey began, and to be truthful, I’m still trying to figure out how it will unfold (or who I will end up with,*wink).
But I want to share with you a few formative moments that I’ve experienced along the way to discovering how to give you the absolute best phone sex you’ve ever had.
Go back to my senior year of high school, when I was no longer the only girl in my class who had big tits. Mine were definitively the best, the biggest, and the most breathtaking, but the other girls caught up to me in terms of at least having a couple of mosquito bites to flaunt.
I might have been a good girl, but I was not a virgin, either. Even a good girl needs to experience a juicy cock in her mouth at some point (check out my Tidbits page for a bit of info on when I started giving head). One hot guy in particular won me over, and eventually he was rewarded with being my boyfriend. It was fun while it lasted, but after a while it becomes difficult to respect a boy who is all looks and no brains.
Quite a while after we broke up, I got a text message out of nowhere from him. “My god, Ashlee, I just saw the hottest girl I’ve seen since you and I were together.”
“Oh? And that made you think of me?”
“It made me think two things simultaneously. First, seeing her body made me want to go to the gym and pump the weights so vigorously that eventually she might let me feel her tits.”
“What in the world does that have to do with me? Why do you think I’d care that you’re hot for some other piece of ass?”
“I don’t think you care about that, Ash. But my second thought was that I have to run back to my apartment, pull down my pants, and jerk my cock until it explodes. I need to hear your voice. I need you to get me off, please. I’ll do anything. I’ll pay you anything. Just let me hear your voice and let me jerk off to it. Just like old times.”
I thought about it for a moment. I had gotten him off with my voice before. Once upon a time, I made him pull the car over and stroke his cock for me along the side of the highway. Another time, I got him off over the phone when I was away at cheer camp. While all the other girls were learning how to perfect their herkie and hurdler jumps, I was making him cum gloriously!
I mulled it over and finally replied, “No. Jerk off without me.” And then I blocked him on my phone.
I didn’t become a phone sex provider that day. Nor did I decide to do it because of just that isolated exchange with him. But it was one of many things that contributed to my discovering how good I am at making men cum.
And every time you and I rendezvous for a mind numbing phone fuck, I’m reminded of why I love it so much.
Call me babe.
Let’s get off tonight.
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Boomerang
We’re dancing alone in my house; my echo-tap (Alexa) is serenading us with smooth jazz. I love feeling your arm around my perfect sized waist that forms my hourglass figure. It didn’t take long for the mood to become romantic. While this wouldn’t normally be worth mentioning (because it always gets hot and heavy pretty quickly when we’re together), it is tonight.
You told me on the phone that you couldn’t see me tonight because you have been bad and you need to seriously focus on your wife more. My question for you is: do you love her more because of me? Imagine I wasn’t in your life, and your cock was devoid of the attention I provide on demand.
She’s already leaving you unfulfilled as it is. Imagine how large the void in your life would be if you didn’t shelve your will power and find me. I think that I make your marriage more tolerable. She doesn’t leave you with empty balls, because she doesn’t fill them up to begin with.
When I was sitting on your lap the last time we were together you told me that in spite of her shortcomings as a partner, you’re not sure you can fuck me anymore. I disagreed, but I also understand that you are torn from time to time. Sometimes you just need time to do its magic. So I backed off and let you focus more on the overweight has-been that contracted to manage you until death do you part.
That’s why I was surprised when the doorbell rang and it was you standing before me, a bouquet of two dozen sterling-silver lavender roses in your hand. I was taken aback by the surprise of it all. I had always thought you’d be back, and while your appearance with hat in hand was appropriate and appreciated, I still thought it would take a while longer and you’d make contact with me over the phone first.
“Ashlee, I missed you,” you greet me. “I missed you too, babe.” I warmly welcomed you into my home, but I was still a bit unsure what to expect. “I’ve missed you beautiful, Ashlee. And while I’m here because I very much want you back in my life, there are certain boundaries I cannot cross anymore.”
“Don’t talk, babe,” I say. “Just take off your pants.”
“That’s what I cannot do, Ashlee.”
“Then why are you here?” You proceed to explain that while you want to see me, hold me, talk to me, and cry with me, you cannot be romantic or sexual with me. In short, you just want to be friends.
This so won’t do. If you want me in your life, then your cock needs to be in mine.
I make several advances at you over the course of the next hour to no avail, eventually pivoting to another tactic. “Alexa, play Lady in Red by Chris de Burgh”. I greet your perplexed look with a smirk. “Care to dance with me, lover.” You’re taken aback by my calling you “lover” but it’s just dancing, so you relent.
That’s how we arrived at the scene I began this blog with. I’m in your arms, as you are embracing me tightly. We stay pressed against one another long after the song ends. My breasts are snug against your chest. My hands are rubbing up and down your back. I whisper “This feels nice, baby.”
“Yes, Ashlee. Yes, it does!” And upon hearing that, I maneuver my thigh to line up with your crotch and press myself into you. Your cock was already coming to life, but feeling my leg come for it and claim it sends the blood pumping through your veins at breakneck speed. It grows to full length and girth against the vice of our bodies. I pull my head off your shoulders and face you. Our eyes lock, we converse silently, my making it clear that I’m not letting you off easy.
My hand reaches for your pulsing erection. I squeeze it tightly through the fabric of your pants and squeeze it back and forth. You let out a moan of intense pleasure. “Now take those damn pants off already,” I order you. Moments later, we’re on my couch completely naked. I’m facing you as I ride your cock up and down. You don’t last long as my pussy muscles strangle your cock straight into submission.
You explode a geyser of hot cum inside of me.
I collapse onto you, my arms encircling your neck. We embrace again. “You’re mine babe,” I tell you.
“I know, Ashlee.” you reply.
“You are my good boy”.
You are like a boomerang; you always come back to me for phone sex.
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