Are you ready for some phone sex adventure?

Let’s you and I have some naughty roleplay phone sex shall we? How about you be my boss and I will be your secretary?

You call me into your office one day and demand to know why I’ve been performing so badly at work lately. I tell you that I’m distracted and you won’t believe me. You ask me what is distracting me so much that I can’t concentrate on work and of course I don’t tell you. I can’t tell you because that would be so embarrassing.

Of course you finally get me to confess and I finally do: I’m distracted by you. You see, there’s something so sexy about you that I can’t help myself. I want you to take me hard against the wall; your mouth on my nipple and your fingers deep inside me. I blurt this all out, cringing as I think about how I have to find another job.

Instead you tell me to stand up. I comply and within seconds you have pushed me against the wall, your mouth against mine and fuck, do I ever want it bad.  I’m wet already, practically dripping as I beg you to take me right there. I don’t care who comes in, all I want is to feel that cock in my tight, wet pussy. Please give it to me, please!

Finally you do, and god does it ever feel good. I want you to fuck me until I come over and over again. Can you do that for me? I want it right now. Please call me for some roleplay phone sex so you can make me come. I’m desperate

I promise to be a very good phone sex secretary for you.

I have a lover who I visit every few months or so.   Whenever we meet, I always purchase some new lingerie to wear when I’m with him and I especially take great care in selecting a fabulously sexy pair of stockings.  His personal favorites (and mine too!)  are thigh high stockings.

For the most recent encounter, I had purchased a pair of fishnet thigh high stockings and decided to do something even more unexpected and packed along a special toy to bring with me.   Sometimes we meet at his place, other times at mine.   The last time I hooked up with him, I paid him a surprise visit at his office.  I was all primped and made-up and ready for a round of hot, kinky sex. I called a cab and instructed the driver to drop me off at my lover’s place of work.

I arrived at the office building and made my way to the elevator which would take me to the 6th floor.  It was a quiet Friday afternoon and I noticed there were not many employees around.  The click-click of my stiletto heels on the marble tile echoed loudly as I approached the suite where his office was.

The secretary seemed to be away from the reception area so I decided I’d be bold and head right into his office.  I smiled to myself as I thought about what kinky, dirty thing I was planning on doing to my lover.  The door was closed and I almost just turned the knob and let myself in when I stopped suddenly.  I heard moaning noises on the other side of the wall.

Uh-oh, I thought to myself.  Maybe this showing up unannounced idea wasn’t such a smart move.  I pressed my ear to the door and listened more closely.  I could hear my lover’s voice mumbling something.  It sounded like he was saying the word “cock”… or “fuck”, I couldn’t be sure.   But what I was sure of was that the other voice in the office was definitely and distinctly masculine.

Hot damn!

I gently turned my hand on the door knob and peered inside.

My lover was on his knees, as  the very manly cock of a male coworker’s  was being stuffed inside his mouth.  This was almost too perfect.

At the same time, both men noticed me standing there and looked slightly startled.  My lover started to stand up when I simply said, “Oh, you don’t have to stop on my account.”

I then untied the belt on my trenchcoat to reveal the black bustier and black fishnet stockings I was wearing.  Nestled near my pelvis was a gorgeous, shiny, silicone strap on cock.

Both men looked shocked and excited at once.

I so love two-for-one specials, don’t you?

Let’s face it. You’re here because you want to cum.  You’ve had a long day and you’re stressed and frazzled and a nice, hard orgasm is just the thing that will make you feel better, wouldn’t it?

Sorry, slut.  What you want and need is of little concern to Me.  In fact, when you call Me, you’ll learn quickly that as your Phone Sex Mistress,  it’s *all* about what I want.  My pleasure.  My amusement.   Your only job is to please Me and quite honestly, your cock and orgasm officially belong to Me.  As of right now.

I want you to go to a porn website and find the hottest images…the one’s that make your cock ache.  Maybe a sexy latexed-up femdom teasing a submissive boy toy, or perhaps you’ll focus on something specific like long legs wrapped in silky stockings and decorated with strappy stiletto heels.  Visually indulge in your fetish.  Imagine I am doing those things to you.  BUT.  You can not stroke your cock during this visual reverie.   You must get hard, horny and turned on and stay that way for a full hour.

When you no longer can stand it, and you absolutely *must* touch yourself, give Mistress Lexi a call.  Depending on My mood, I may or may not permit you release.  You will surrender your cock to Me and prove to Me why you are deserve to  cum.  Oh, and I will make you work at it, never fear. 

Orgasm control is one of My favorite hobbies.  I take great pleasure in the act of denying *your* pleasure.  That’s right.  Listening to you squirm, moan and beg for orgasmic release is music to My ears. You’ll find out soon enough that tease and denial phone sex is just one of My many, many specialties.

I have this new sugar daddy, who is very sensual and has brought some very good points to my attention; other than the fact that Wickett is a cute little Star Wars creature. He mentioned something off handedly about how sexy stockings and socks can be on a woman. Now don’t get me wrong, I love to meander around my oyster in a nice set or nylons or long thigh high silk socks and a garter belt, making men wonder what is truly under that oh so tiny but not to flashy skirt; but honestly I never realized how intoxicating my legs can be when used in the right context! Simply wearing a short skirt and heels with nylons is not enough, their must be some flair to the ensemble. By wearing a nice pair of thigh high nylons that are a nice flesh matching color and a black seam in the back, when I walk away I am the center of attention as my legs glide and my heels click softly on the floor; while eyes remain glued to the back of my thick, meaty and toned back side. For a brief moment of pause, I stop and bend slightly over to inspect my shoes and assure myself that I did not in fact step in something foul; this moment allows you yet another joy to add to your life that once again came from me! This joy is seeing the now peaking black lace ends of my panty house and the thin black rhinestone encrusted beginnings of my garter belt. Your mind riles with the excitement that one inch separates you from a view of the thong I have underneath; only you don’t know its a thong, you have no clue what it is which is the most enticing part of it all!

If a nylons doesn’t suit the day’s docket, then I love really long socks that end half way above the knee. The kind with nice soft colors and cotton that fit snug to the skin. When worn with a nice close toe small platform heel that lifts the ass just a little and makes it rounded and plump. Guys stare at these socks, wanting to touch and get as close to them as my flesh is. When you rub your leg against their nice warm facial skin, they feel the fluffy contours of the fine material pressing against them, then the inner warmth that my body streams out. You can watch as their eyes close slowly and these sad pathetic bastards drink in the smell of my body lotion and the freshly laundered socks. They absorb the smoothness of the sock flush with their forehead and their cock gets hard feeling the sock run across their face. When I take my leg of their face I get up and walk away; my skirt swaying back and forth as their eyes open quickly with the deep sensation of loss, as my silhouette disappears behind the doors and you realize your cock is reaching for what it will once more never touch!