Lilly’s Blog

My cuckie caller on Niteflirt SAYS his name is Paul Marks, but I don’t know if that is true or not.
He has a wife named Erica that likes to cuckold him.
And how! Erica, my hat is off to you sweets
She is so mean to him, humiliating him at every possible moment…
Sometimes she goes out without him, and makes him get her ready for her fuck-buddy date, telling him over and over that she’s going to see a REAL man with a REAL cock, unlike his teeny little weener. And then when she gets home, all full of another man’s sperm, she will make him get down on his knees and sniff her panties, then pull them down and lick the cum out of them.
She has a framed certificate that is outside of her bedroom that is signed by him, that it is ok for other men to fuck his wife.
In fact, when she brings her men home, she makes him beg over and over for them to fuck her, then for her to let him lick the jizz out of her cunt.
The other day when he called me, he had to tell me 50 times each that other men fucked his wife, and that he licked their jizz out of her. I nearly cried, I laughed so hard.
She has 2 black men that fuck her sometimes, Derek and Marcus. They request that Paul be dressed in his little school-girl pleated skirt and white anklet socks and heels when he watches them tag-team and DP his wife. I nearly lost it when I heard that. And he has to beg to suck their cocks, and to put them in his wife as well. And then of course to lick the cum out. They fuck Erica so hard and so well, she goes into what I call a “brown-out” where you cum so hard and keep cumming you just totally lose all rational thought.
Erica has a little room for Paul to sleep in when she has other men spend the night. It’s just a plain little room, with only a bed. But adorning the walls are her panties, full of other men’s dried cum, and stapled onto the walls. I can only imagine how this room smells.
Of course he is not allowed to cum except when she says so. Sometimes she even milks his prostate rather than let him cum.
One night he came, even though he wasn’t touching himself, while she was humiliating him, making him lick her cum-filled pussy, and she made him lick it off the tile floor of the bathroom.
She’s also training him anally and fucking him with a dildo while she makes him suck that big black cock, so you can pretty much guess what is coming just around the corner…
Paul has spent several hours with me, telling me all these things. He is SUPPOSED to send me pictures of his face covered with other mens’ cum. His wife loves to take pictures like that so she can humiliate him even more at a later time.
I do hope Erica reads this, Paul. If not, please do let her know that I am waiting for those pictures so I can put them on my blog.

Oooh, not me of course… I don’t see the point personally. But with my hubby, yes, it’s been fun the last few months, keeping him in a CB6000.

What’s even better than that is to have him in one, and then to make him watch me in action with another man. He doesn’t want to admit that it turns him on, but he would be hard as a rock if I let him out of his cage.

I do let him cum occasionally, of course….

I have a little group of boyfriends that I like to invite over for the “cumming” ceremony.

I dress hubby up in a new pair of panties, and with his sanitary napkin, which he has to wear at all times now. And of course he has the cage on.

I have him pull down his panties and show us all his pathetic little dicklet in its chastity device. And then I make him decide which would he rather do, would he rather have me milk his prostate, or would he rather have all my friends cum on his favorite food (apple pie) and then he gets to cum on it too. But of course the apple pie is in a dog bowl, and he has to get down on his knees and eat it with just his face, like the little piggie that he is.

By the way, he has been smelling me bake his apple pie for him all morning, so his mouth is watering….

If he decides to have the prostate milking, I let my boyfriends eat it all right in front of him, while I am milking him.

If he decides on the apple pie, the entire pie gets jizzed on, as he is not allowed to have any that is not cum-flavored.

Usually he chooses the pie…..

Yup, life is good

I had a phonesex caller today ask me did I actually get off on mutual masturbation calls.
My answer is – truthfully? Sometimes yes and sometimes no…
Sometimes my callers know that I am not actually getting off with them, but they still want to hear me moan and gasp for them. It’s just like when you go to a movie theater, you really know that the actors aren’t dying or falling in love with each other, but you are able to be swept up by the whole scenario.
Sometimes a caller will ask for me to fake an orgasm, especially if he’s pressed for time or money, and wants to get off quick. I don’t mind at all, it’s all part and parcel of the job description.
But sometimes a caller gets off more by my gut reaction than by any sound effect. If I cum, he wants it to be real. I am always up front with these guys, as I tell them it usually takes at least 10 minutes to get me to that place where I can truly orgasm. Most of these guys obviously into the body worship of women, love to smell and taste them, lick every inch of them, and it makes it that much easier for me to get off, knowing that they are hanging on every word and description, like how wet my panties are right now, or that my nipples are hard, or my pussy lips are swollen with desire. 

Also I will be honest, and tell them that it is quicker for me if I use a vibrator in order to cum. Most of them don’t care, they just want it to be real.
Then there are the times I am not really even trying to get off, usually in domination calls. I have to admit though, that describing domination scenes really gets my juices flowing, and sometimes I surprise the both of us by cumming in spite of myself.
And by the way, I am NOT quiet when I cum… Usually if a guy is close to the edge, my own orgasm will tip him over, even if I am not ready for him to cum.
How do I sound? Well I just guess you would really have to call up and see for yourself, now wouldn’t you?

I had such a great phonesex call with my little self-proclaimed wimp yesterday.
I role-played a Mistress that had been keeping him in chastity for a long time, while I cuckolded him with  other men.
Then I came back home, and tied him to the bed. I took off his cage and started telling him what an awesome fuck I had just gotten.
I teased and tormented him, making him lick my swollen lips and suck the cream pie out of my pussy.
Then I did some guided masturbation with him, making him stop right on the edge.
When I did let him cum, he came so hard he exploded all over his computer.
I didn’t think he was ever going to stop screaming.
Domination, Lilly-style, darlin’

I have had so much fun with this little story that I’ve decided to spread it over three or maybe four installments. Also I’ve had a few phonesex callers ask me to pick up where I left off last time and continue with the fantasy. Who would have thought there were all these foot and leg men out there?

So here is part 2. And if you want more for now, you’ll just have to call …..

Story of a Leg Man, Part Two 

So there I am, with this luscious beauty I’ve dreamed about, wanked off to many nights, with her toes up against my leg. Not only that they are slowly traveling, a quarter inch at a time, up my leg, up to my cock. Up to that spreading wet spot.
Bulls-eye.
Then, about a half-inch before she gets to it, she said in a low, steady voice. “Unlock your hands from the arms of that chair. And pick up my leg with one hand. With the other, caress my foot, and bring it to your mouth.”
Oh lord. I nearly spurted then.
But I did as she said. I put one hand under that beautifully shaped calf, and the other around the arch and top of her foot. Her foot and her leg, with their full weight resting in my hands, felt even better than I had dreamed.
And then I guided her foot to my mouth, stopping first at my nose, just so I could smell her toes.
Ahhh, that smell. Not a bad smell at all, but a lusty, full smell of a woman who spent most of her day on her feet in the same pair of shoes. An aroma that can not be imagined unless you are a connoisseur of women’s feet as I am. I put the pads of those plump little toes to my mouth, noticing as I did, that now I could see all the way up her leg, past the top of her black nylons, and all of her white thigh above. All the way to the promised land.
“Now lick,” she commanded.
And so I licked. Sticking my tongue out about an inch, I started licking across the pads of her toes, and then underneath, using my tongue to push her nylon into the little crevice there. As I did that, she popped her big toe into my mouth, and I started sucking on it.
Almost as if they had a life of their own, my hands began caressing up and down her calf in those silky nylons, from her ankle to the little pulse point underneath her knee. I had often dreamed about kissing that pulse point, and now realized it was a distinct possibility.
As I did that, she slipped out of her other shoe, and raised that foot up to the inside of my leg, where her other foot had been just moments before. This time, she went for the jugular. She ran those toes lightly across the oh-so sensitive, leaking head of my cock, and then played them up the throbbing shank, up to my aching balls, where she forced her toes under them.
That did it. I came all over myself.
She immediately pulled both her legs away from me, and put her shoes on, as I tried to cover the spreading cum stain with my hands.
And then she laughed, a low, sarcastic chuckle.
“What’s the matter, Mr. Jones? Can’t control your bodily functions?
“I do believe that we have ourselves a dilemma here. If I were to run out of this office, screaming that you tried to take advantage of me at the top of my lungs, who do you think the roomful of women out there would believe? Me or you?”
I couldn’t do anything but sputter.
“I believe that we are going to need a standing arrangement of some sort, Mr. Jones. One where I come into your office every day, and we work on training those bodily functions of yours.” she said, licking those luscious lips.
“But for now, I’m afraid you’re confined to your office for the rest of the day, or at least till that stain dries a bit,” she chuckled.
“Oh and while you’re sitting in here cooling your jets, Mr. Jones, think about a nice big fat raise for me for ‘services rendered.’”
And so that is what I did. Unfortunately I wasn’t able to come out of my office the rest of the day, as I was either hard, or leaking, or actively jacking off. This is what this woman has done to me.
(to be continued….)