Lilly’s Blog

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 have a young college student comes over once a week and mows the grass for me, etc…
He is such a hottie too, with his tanned muscled chest, bare and glistening with sweat, and his blue jean shorts.
Well the other day I was in my bedroom taking a call, and getting a bit loud doing it, if you know what I mean. When I was done, I went to the bathroom and walked in on him. He’d taken a pair of my used silk bikini panties and had them on, and was looking at himself in the mirror, masturbating!
And what a nice big boi-toi cock it was too…
Well, I was all hot and bothered from my call anyway, and so I sat down on my vanity chair and pushed him down to his knees. All I had on was a silk robe, and I opened it, and made him lick my juicy, throbbing pussy, still tingling from cumming while I was on the phone.
He rubbed his face in my pussy, licking and sucking, while I wrapped my legs around him and spurted all over his face.
Then he picked me up and carried me to the bedroom, where he proceeded to fuck the living daylights out of me.
Poor little cuckie hubby obviously got home sometime during our 2 hour fuck-a-thon, as he was sitting on the living room couch, trying to hide his pathetic little hard-on he got from listening to us.
After boi-toi left, I made hubby get down under me and clean up the left-overs, of course
Want to hear more about cuckolding? My Niteflirt number is 1-800-TO-FLIRT, extension 01995252

Sorry I’ve been so long in getting back to this….

I have had a lot of fun acting out this scenario with several of my phonesex callers though, and so it has been worth the wait, at least to me

Part one is posted on October 22, and part two is posted on November 3.

Here is part three:

Lilly came in to my office the next day. She had on a new dress, a tight little cashmere number that did not go much past the tops of her nylons, and she had on high-heeled strappy sandals. I had been hard since I had arrived at my office that morning, and this did nothing to alleviate my condition.

She walked over to her chair next to my desk and sat down, crossing her long shapely legs.

“Kneel down on the floor,” she commanded. It was obvious to us both who was in charge here.

“Yes, ma’am,” I said, not even realizing that I was going to say that. It felt so right though.

I did.

“Now I want you to start licking my toes through my stockings….. That’s it, good boy. Take off my both my shoes…. Now lick down to my instep…. Now undo your belt and your pants, and pull them down to your knees…. Oh my, my, we are excited today aren’t we?”

I was. I was throbbing. I started touching myself through my shorts.

“Now did I say you could touch yourself? Nooo, I did not. I will touch you instead, but do not cum.”

She ran her toes all over the front of my shorts, playing, touching, manipulating my hard cock. Then with just her toes, she opened my boxers and pulled them down to my knees. I was about to explode.

“Now I want you to continue licking… all the way up my calf… now up to my knee, now my thigh… that’s it. Yesssss…”

I knew she was getting excited the way she was squirming, as well as the fact that I could smell her excitement, and feel the heat coming off of her crotch.

She put her hands on my head, and guided my licking tongue up against the tops of her nylons, up to her soft white thighs, spread open wide, up to her red silk panties, which were already quite wet. I licked the crotch of those panties, and while I did, she rubbed all over my balls with her nyloned toes.

She pulled aside the crotch of those panties, and I could now lick between those full, puffy shaved lips, into that slick red meat, into the promised land….

She stopped me for a moment, and pulled her panties off.

Then she wrapped those glorious thighs around my head, and rubbed herself on me as I stuck my tongue in an out of her pussy and licked all over her swollen, excited clit.

We both came at the same time, me spurting all over the floor and she, dribbling all over my face.

After I was done I sat back on the floor, pussy juice drying on my face, waiting further instructions.

She paid no attention to me at first, cleaning her self up, getting her shoes and her panties back on.

She finally looked at me.

“You may clean yourself up now, and put your clothes back on. We will have to work a bit on your technique but you will do fine, I think.

“In fact, I’ve been thinking a lot about us, Mr. Jones, and I’ve decided that I want you to put me a desk in your office. That way you will be at my beck and call…”

And so that is how it started.

I moved Lilly into my office. I got her a desk and a nice chair.

And most of the time, I am in here naked, or at least from the waist down. I spend my time, groveling on the floor in front of her, licking and pleasing my Goddess, touching those long shapely legs and thighs, those amazing feet, and licking, always licking.

And she runs the business. Lucky for me, she does a better job than I ever did. Of course I have to pay her a hefty salary, but what the hell? I’m happy. I know my place. And it is at my Goddess’ feet.

I took off most of Labor Day because my loser hubby was here, and of course everyone at his company was on holiday.

But I still managed to get myself up to no good <giggle>

His boss had a barbeque that night for all 300 of his employees.

It was a great night. Warm, the moon shining bright. I wore a little sundress with a flared skirt, and sandals. No bra, no hose, no panties.

I caught the eye of on of the junior executives. He’s actually the head boss’ son-in-law, married to his daughter. All the better, considering I’ve bopped the boss himself. But I like them young.

And he was. 27 years old, blonde hair, green eyes. Kind of Brad Pitt square jaw. Nice tight butt. We both had a bit to drink.

We started dancing in the moonlight, out in the back yard, away from the party. And then I led him to the gazebo, on the far side of the pool. There in the shadows, I made him kneel down in front of me and pull up my dress. I don’t know about the rest of him yet, but the boy sure got a fine  tongue on him…

But now I’m back to taking phonesex calls, if y’all want to hear more about that or any of my other nasty escapades.