Well, by that time, I was feeling very horny and able to concentrate on the fresh young meat presenting itself before me, lol.  When he’d brought the last bag in and put it on the table, I decided to offer him a cold drink.  He was a bit reluctant, but I can be verrrrry convincing and I was curious to see if I could seduce him.  He was very antsy, so I actually saw that as more of a challenge and got even more interested.  I more or less forced him to sit down, got him a cold soda and pulled a chair up beside him nice and close.  At that point, his eyes stopped darting toward the door and seemed rather fixed on my cleavage.  ”Bingo!” I thought, “I’ve got him!”  As he continued to stare and could not converse without stammering, I decided to lean in and give him a nice, juicy kiss, pressing my big titties against him as I did it.  It was all over then…he started devouring my mouth like he was starving and had his hands all over my tits, squeezing and kneading them.  But when I reached for his crotch, he reacted in kind of a panic.  So I stopped the kissing and asked him what was wrong.  I explained that I’ve seen it all and he could tell me anything in the world without raising even a hair of one of my eyebrows, while I stroked his hair and cheek softly.  Finally the li’l whippersnapper admitted he was embarrassed because he was wearing his momma’s pantyhose under his pants.  Now that got me super-hot.  I LOVE seeing a hard cock restrained by nylon…to have a man parade around in front of me in pantyhose and to feel my hand slip and slide over his taut ass and crotch…and I explained that in great detail to my new friend.  ooo la la.  I’d hit the jackpot and while he could not stay to play that minute, he was back within 5 minutes of his quitting time and we had a pantyhose play session like I have never had before.  And he’s already been back twice after that.  That boi loves his pantyhose.  If you want to know more about what happened or would prefer to talk to me about your very own thing for the wonderful feeling of being lovingly encased in nylon, call me.

Sunny

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This was written for me by my pantyhose slave.

After the day she gave me the pair of pantyhose she was wearing, that whole scene kept me horny and yearning to serve her again in whatever capacity.  On subsequent trips to the mall I always kept an eye out for her.  I wondered if I was lucky enough to see her again.  I didn’t know what I would do if I did see her.  I certainly wouldn’t want to come off to her like a stalker. 

One evening, I see her walking out of a store with some bags and boxes.  She’s wearing a short black silk cocktail dress (perhaps she’s going to a party later), and on her sexy legs she’s wearing  these jet black tights.  Under her left arm is a shoe box.  I think to myself, some lucky guy got to shop for shoes for her, damn I wish it was me!  She sees me looking at her; she smiles and walks over.  I tell her “You look so great, I couldn’t help but notice.”  “Well I’ve been tromping around this mall for 2 hours and my arms are getting tired” she said.  “Would you like to carry my stuff out to my car?”  “Of course” I say. 

On the way to the garage I learn my pantyhose goddess’ name is Peggy, and I ask her to call me “Mister B.”  When we get to her minivan she loads her stuff in the back then climbs into the bench seat in the back and flounces down, her beautiful legs splayed out provocatively.  “My feet are sore from all that walking” she says.  I confess: “It would mean the world to me if you would let me massage your sore, heavenly feet.”  I’m so into her I’ve got to let her know, and she’s already made me so rapturously happy I really ought to return the favor.  “Well come on in” she says “and close the door behind you so we can have some privacy.” 

Once inside I kneel down before her as she pulls off her shoes and lays her feet in my lap.  Heaven couldn’t be any better than this.  I cup a foot between my hands and I gently, sweetly massage her foot.  Peggy lays her head back, closes her eyes and enjoys the feeling.  “Oh, that’s the stuff” she coos.  “Thank you, goddess” I murmur.  Her other foot is playfully kneading the bulge in my pants.  I’m so hot that my pants are uncomfortably tight, but I try to let it go ’cause I want so much to focus on her pleasure.  I stroke her instep with my thumb, her toes mere inches from my lips.  I’m imagining her toes curling up when she cums (wouldn’t that be wonderful?).  Laying down her one soft, silky foot, I pick up the other and worship it with my hands.  As I slowly rub the one foot her other is rubbing the knob in my pants with undulations in perfect coordination with my hands.  She’s smiling with her eyes closed and starts moaning quietly.  With the pleasure I’m giving her I’m getting more and more aroused and I can’t take the pressure in my pants any more. I lay her foot on my shoulder momentarily and unzip my pants (oh, I’d love to introduce her to Mr. Bolt Upright!). 

I resume massaging her lovely foot through her sexy tights and she goes back to rubbing my pole with her free foot.  I see her fingers gently stroking the spot just at the top of her tights’ cotton panel as I work my way up her leg with my fingers and lips.  “Oh Mister B.” she moans.  I’m now kissing that spot behind her knees that I’ve so lusted after and I reach forward to cup her sweet little ass in my hands and start to stroke the crease between her ass and her pussy with my thumbs.  “Oh baby, that’s the ticket!” she moans in between her biting her lower lip.  Then she puts a foot on each shoulder and draws me face first into paradise.

Grandmaster B.

Peggy

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Yeah, that’s right. I’m Granny Sue, and I still got it.

Sometimes, besides my work doing sex talk over the phone, I help the gals around the trailer park here, babysitting their kids. So I get a call from Mabel to come over and babysit her kid, a toddler –funny I think. Mabel ain’t got no kids, but I figure it’s a niece or something.

I get over there, and oh boy, it’s “something” alrighty. It’s her no good out of work husband “Bill” sitting next to a big cardboard box and he’s naked as a Jay-bird. He’s got a goofy look on his face and he hands me a note. It’s in Mabel’s handwriting. It says :

Sue,

I know you do this sort of thing as a ‘hobby’, but I’m just plain sick to death of “Bill”. 32 years old, and all he does his sit home on his drunk ass playing video games and not looking for work. He’s a pig, leaving his socks and streaky underwear all over the trailer. He even refuses to let me adopt a little girl to raise. I want you to train him for me. I’ve left you a box of his new clothes. I’ve torched all his old stuff, and told him if he doesn’t listen to you, I’ll leave his ass in the gutter where I found him.

Sincerely,

Mabel.

So I look in the box and it’s filled to the rim with all sorts of adult baby sissy clothes, diapers, and such.

Bill knows that Granny Sue doesn’t fuck around when it comes to training sissy babys, so I plant a boot heel on his chest, and tell “Baby Jill” he better do what I fucking tell him, or it’s gonna be nothing but coffee enemas, and ass paddling all fuckin’ day. “Baby Jill” thumb planted firmly in his mouth just nods and cries a little bit. I tell him to get down on his back, and point his little toesies like a ballerina, and I slap a big cloth diaper on his ass and fasten it good and tight with little butterfly clothespins. Pulling a pair of pink plastic panties over his nappies, I let “Baby Jill” play with his new dollies while I prepare lunch for him.

Iced coffee in a baby bottle with a nice big bran muffin.

I dress “Baby Jill” for a nice walk around the trailer park. I tell him I’ll be damned if I’m gonna stay in all day. “Baby Jill” starts to cry, so I shove a ball gag in his sissy mouth, and start to dress him. I pull some thick white tights over his darling plastic panties, and put him in a lovely frilly lavender pinafore. The patent leather Mary Janes go on next, and tugging at the hem of the dress, I’m pleased to find out it’s so short you can that tell “Baby Jill” is wearing nappies.

After “Baby Jill” finishes his lunchie wunchie, we take a walk through the trailer park (EVERYONE is pointing and laughing at Baby Jill) and go sit by the fountain in the park. I notice Baby Jill fidgeting, at the sound of the rushing water from the fountain, and sure enough he turns to me and says in a deep booming voice.

“Hey — Sue, can we go home now, I really gotta use the can”

I slap him hard across the face with the back of my hand, and squint at him. He swallows and tears streaming down his face corrects himself and says in a high lisping sissy voice:

“Gwammy Sue, Baby Jill gotta make tinkles”

I tell HER, “that’s what the fuckin’ diaper is for!” and watch as the last shreds of “Baby Jill’s” masculinity trickle down her white tights in bright yellow shame. (Gonna have to tell Mabel to get thicker diapers for Bill)

“Baby Jill” is still fidgeting and I KNOW what’s coming next. SHE looks at me. tears streaming down her chubby wubby widdle cheeks, and BEGS me to take her home “Please Sue, I have to take a shit”. I grab “Baby Jill” and take her over my knee and yank her dress up around her waste and deliver a very firm hand spanking. I ask “Baby Jill” what the fucking problem is, and crying her eyes out now (for EVERYONE to hear) she shouts “Gwammy Sue, Baby Jill has to make!”

“Make what?” I ask

“BOOM BOOM”

– and so she does. Whatta fuckin’ sissy. Looks like Mabel’s got her self a new baby girl now. Hehehe.

Granny Sue – 1-888-648-0752

This was written for me by my newest pantyhose slave.

I discovered Peggy while searching Phone Sex Blogs for my favorite fantasy subject: pantyhose. 

Upon reading of her story of catching her nephew enjoying a pair of her pantyhose, I realized she knew how to get into my head, and fuck my mind for good. 

I’d love to see her at the mall in a short dress showing off her legs and pantyhose.  She sits down nearby to rest a minute.  I can’t help but notice how sexy her legs are in her sheer pantyhose.  She crosses her legs and dangles her shoe from her right foot.  My eyes are totally riveted on her feet and ankles and without realizing it I sigh and say to myself “Oh wow!”  I thought I was discreet, but she hears me and looks over with a smile. 

She stands up and confronts me: “Today’s your lucky day, I’m shopping for some new pantyhose and I want you to buy them for me.  Cool?”  My jaw drops as my mind  reels, how did she know? 

“Let’s go” she says.  I obediently stand up and follow her into Nordstrom’s, lucky indeed.  I’m taking it all in as thoroughly as possible, the contour of her bottom, the sway as she walks, her sweetness behind her knees, wishing I could kiss her there right now.  I realize  she probably hasn’t had to buy a pair of shoes or pantyhose for herself for years with the endless supply of guys like me who would love to buy them just to be near her.  FF Nylons, Silkies, Wolford, she’s got expensive taste, but I’m completely entranced and she knows it. 

“How do you think these would look?” she asks as she holds up a package of Suntan FFs.  “So good” I stammer out, completely enslaved. 

We go to the cashier, I’m so happy to reciprocate this utter bliss.  On the way out she ducks into the changing rooms where she peels out of the pair of Silkies she’s wearing.  She hands them to me and says ” Here’s a little memento of our shopping trip.”  My knees buckle as I cum in my pants. 

Now they’re always in my mouth or around my cock as jerk off and relive that magic time.  

Grandmaster B.        

Peggy

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I’m Peggy, 62 years old and still horny as a horn-dog!  HeHeHe  I’m a hot, mature, phone sex Granny.  I love the freaky boys.

My hot hairy pussy can rival any pussy 40 years younger. 

I GET OFF on age role-play.  Son/Grandson/Nephew fantasy of catching him jacking off in my pantyhose is one of my favorites.  Of course I have to show him how to correctly stroke a cock.

Mild to Wild… it’s all good.  You can’t shock this old Gal.

 Peggy

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They way they love me….mmm  I do have special place in my heart for my pantyhose boys.   You can tell the way I get off when I make you suck my cum through the crotch.

Help Grandma put her pantyhose on baby.  Your face is so incredibly close to my snatch as you pull the hose up to the tops of my thighs.  You can’t help but stop there long enough to let your nose glide through my pussy hair, feeling is softness before you pull my pantyhose up all the way. 

I lay back on the bed and you push my knees open and push them back.  You know all these years of dancing has kept these legs limber. 

You dive your face into my crotch, rubbing the side of your cheeks against the silky soft nylon hose, your mouth has the entire cotton crotch inside it… it’s wet from your mouth and my pussy.

Call me

*wink

Peggy

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