Lilly’s Blog

I had the cutest phonesex caller last night on my toll free phone sex line.

He was only 23 and wanted phone sex with a “mature” lady who was in charge. In fact, he wanted me to be his boss, and call him into my office after work to discipline him. I love this sort of fantasy.

I did just that – called him in and told him that all the pretty girls in the office were complaining to me that he was staring at them, and then he was taking long “bathroom breaks” and I knew exactly what he was doing there – masturbating.

I made him strip down in front of me, and show me his hard erect dick, and then I made him bend over and put it between my soft white thighs while I spanked him.

After that we did a little foot fetish play, and then a little bit of body worship where he licked all the way up my nylons,

Lick on a mature MILFs panties

and then rubbed his face in my damp panties, and then to my pussy… and we went from there. You can only  imagine how much fun we both had.

I could have eaten him up with a spoon, he was so cute.

Like phone sex calls where the phone sex operator is the mature, dominant MILF?

What are you waiting for darlin’?

My toll free phone sex number is 1-877-751-2358 and here are my terms.

Or you can call me on Niteflirt.

I had to go give a speech for a friend of mine who is running for a public office the other day.
So I was sitting up on the podium, dressed conservatively (for me anyway, lol) in a nice little silk dress that came almost to my knees, flared skirt, nipped waist, V-shaped neck that showed just a tiny bit of my cleavage, and then nylons and pumps.
While I was waiting to give my speech, I saw a guy that simply could NOT take his eyes off my legs.
So I crossed them, and then uncrossed them, then crossed them the other way, trying not to be too obvious about it.
By this time there were several guys watching…
So I slowly started letting the heel of my pump drop down, finally letting it just hang from my toes.
And then I started jiggling my leg just a little bit, and squirming ever so slightly in my seat.
Then slowly, about one per two or three minutes, I let one little piggie escape at at time, first the last little piggie, then the next to last, etc, until my pump was just hanging from my big toe and still jiggling. My toes were a bit pointed, and my foot was nicely arched, showing my calf muscles in their hose in full relief. Finally I stop jiggling, and giving guy # 1 a little smile, I pulled my pump back up on my foot, and lightly trailed my fingers up my stockinged leg as I straightened up.
He gave an audible gasp, and got up and left the auditorium, a dark wet stain spreading on his pants.
Turns out he contributed a sizable amount to my friend after the speaches were done, and also asked her for my phone number…

One of the buildings in my neighborhood is a singles apartment building.
I’m on quite cozy terms with the apartment manager, Mark, and so he often invites me to the singles parties there and sometimes I just go over in the afternoons and enjoy the jacuzzi..
So I was over there this afternoon, and he and I were in the jacuzzi. He’s sitting next to me, and I have my hand on his big black cock, stroking it, but not enough so that he’s going to cum. He tries to put his hand between my legs, but I’m not having any of that today. I just prefer to tease him, and keep him hard.
The knot to my bikini halter top is getting loose and so as my tits bob on the swirling water, my nipples peek in and out of my top.
This 20-something cute boytoy comes in, wearing just a pair of swimming trunks. He takes one look at me and my bobbing nipples and I can see a rise in his shorts. He’s very shy though, doesn’t say anything, just gets in the tub, all red-faced.
As Mark and I are talking about the pathetic state of the union and the moron running it into the ground, and I am stroking his cock, I put my leg across the jacuzzi, and push my foot between boytoy’s legs. With my cute little plump toes, I start stroking his cock. Boytoy starts squirming mightily, but he doesn’t say anything.
Mark can see what’s going on, and he is amused. He starts asking boytoy what he thinks of the presidential race and who is he going to vote for. Boytoy stammers he’s not sure, he’s not registered to vote. So then we both start on him about the importance of being involved. I am humiliating him a bit as well, telling him that even youngsters such as himself need to learn to stand up and have a voice, I mean he does keep up with current events, right?
And the entire time I am stroking, stroking with my toes..
Finally he gets to the point he can’t say anything else, and in one incoherent gasp, he explodes all into the water. There was so much cum in the water, you could just see this huge cloud, even with all the bubbles and churning.
Mark and I just started laughing…
Boitoi got out of the jacuzzi and slunk off.
I will have to ask Mark for his name though. He did have a decent sized cock…

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….)

This story was inspired by one of my phonesex callers who just happens to have a foot and leg fetish. As I wrote it, I realized how long it was going to be, so I’ve just published the first part for today. Y’all will have to wait for the next installment when I post next time. Of course if you can’t wait, you can always give me a call ;=)

Story of a Leg Man
I’ve always been a leg man.

Especially when those legs are a bit curvy, and have nylons on.

Nylons. What a beautiful, old-fashioned word. To me, the very word conjures up a film noir movie, with the femme fatale in very red lipstick, a stylized hairdo, padded shoulders, and of course, nylons.

Black nylons with a seam running down the back, and a knitted heel and toe. A knitted toe that partially obscures red painted toenails, as red as her lips and her fingernails.

I love everything about women. I love the way they walk in heels, the way they cross their luscious legs, the way they smell, the way they purse their lips. But especially I love their lingerie. Nylons, panties, bras.

I am the owner of a small business. Unlike many men, I do truly like women, and I think they know that instinctively. I love to look at my female employees, but have never gone any farther.

I hired an especially gorgeous lady about three months ago. She is about 5′7″, maybe 125, 130. Nice tits and ass, but oooh those legs! No pants for her. A dress every day.

Sometimes she would wear a business suit with a short skirt. Sometimes she would wear a silk wrap-around dress that hugged her tiny waist, and show the outline of her garter belt on her thighs. I especially loved to see her bend over in that one.

Sometimes she would wear an A-line skirt that was almost skin tight. The skirt itself went to below her knees, but was slit up the front and back almost up to the top of her nylons. And then she would cross her legs in that skirt. You could see the top of her hose then, as well as a bit of soft white thigh, if you were lucky. Along with this she would wear a white silk blouse, that you could see her white lace pushup demi bra underneath. The bra would be cut down to her nipples almost. I began to turn the heat down quite low, just so it would be chilly and those nipples would stick out.

Within a month’s time, I had promoted her to my personal administrative assistant. Tongues were wagging, but I didn’t care.

She would always wear her clothing in a certain sequence, on certain days, and I soon realized that Thursday was the day that she always wore her slit A-line skirt. I decided it was high time that I institute a weekly scheduled meeting with my assistant in my office to touch base. On Thursdays of course.

Every week, my cock would already be slightly tumescent with excitement even before our meetings. And it would go up another notch as soon as she came in, sat down and crossed her legs.

I always had her sit beside me, behind our desk, rather than across from it, so we could “put our heads together.” Haha. That’s not what the body parts I actually fantasized about putting together.

Once seated, she would cross those luscious legs, and always the left over the right. That way I got a good look at her left inner thigh as that slit would rise higher and higher. She would dangle her high heeled pump on her toes, as her pump heel would almost hit the floor. The curve of her leg, the site of her knitted Cuban heel as her shoe dropped down nearly drove me insane. As soon as I saw the arch of her foot, I always thought about running my tongue there. And not stopping…

I literally had to white-knuckle my hands onto the chair arms to keep from touching my tingling, oozing cock.

And then she would jiggle that foot. And as she jiggled, her pump would start to jiggle off. I would see first a bit of knitted toe, then her piggie with its painted red toenail. And as she jiggled, each plump white toe would reveal itself a little at a time, up to the tonail, peeping through the black knitted toe, as the shoe would slide off that toe. And then on to the next one, till finally, her shoe was dangling by her big toe alone, still jiggling. How she managed to keep that shoe on and her big toe hidden, I have no idea, but I was grateful. If that shoe had fallen to the floor and revealed her entire foot, I probably would have cum all over myself.

Today started out no different. I was pretending to work at my computer as she came in. I could hear her pumps clicking on the floor. And then the soft slithering sounds of her legs as she sat down and crossed her legs. And of course let her shoe dangle.

Today would have been no different from the rest I think, except that I simply could not concentrate. All I could think of was licking, licking, touching, holding, smelling. Starting at her toes and working my way up.

“Mr. Jones, are you ok?” she asked, a slight smirk on her face.

I know she knew what I was thinking. Women like that always do.

I barely sputtered out the words “Ummm yes, of course, Ms. Wilson. I’m fine. Let’s get onto those reports, shall we?” But then my mind went blank. What reports? What business? All I could think of was leg, heel, toes, leg, lick, pussy, cock. Throbbing cock.

And then it happened. No she didn’t drop her shoe. Instead she carefully uncrossed her leg, and slipping her foot out of her shoe, put her nyloned foot up to the inside of my knee. Just touching her toes to the inside of my thigh, she slowly, ever so slowly, began to move up my thigh….

“Yes, Mr. Jones?”

(To be continued…)