Boy am I glad I don’t golf
Let me start out by saying I make it a rule to avoid coveting another man’s wife. But for my brother-in-law’s wife, I had to make an exception. I’ll be honest, I’ve lusted after her form the first day I saw her. I always assumed that my desire would be nothing more than fantasy; I mean, really, other than these stories I just didn’t think that sort of thing happens.
Well, a little about her…Tracy is a beautiful woman by any standard. She’s 5'5" tall and has curves in exactly the right places. Not huge breasted, rather just perfect, big enough to play with but small enough to be perky. Her 1/4 Mexican heritage gives her skin a gorgeous tone. She’s got a beautiful head of long, dark, sexy hair. Her dark, full lips can stop a man’s heart. She loves to wear unbelievable A line dresses that show off her body.
My wife and her two brothers (only one is married) are both very close to their family. Tracy and I have always had a bit of a special bond, since when we all get together for family events she and I are the outsiders. Well, this spring we all got together to celebrate their Dad’s birthday.
The day before the party my father and law and his two boys decided to go golfing. I was invited, but not being a big golfer I decided to let them go and have a little family time. I figured I could kick back, watch a movie and have a relaxing afternoon. As they were leaving, my wife and her mom decided to go shopping. I assumed Tracy was going with them until I heard her saying, “Thanks, but actually I have a bit of a headache. I think I’ll stay here and rest.”
About that time I had settled in on the couch, my feet up on the ottoman
and started flipping though the channels looking for something to watch. Tracy walked in, “mind if I join you?” Of course, one look at her and my groin was tingling, “Of course not, take a seat.” To my surprise she lounged on the couch with me, smile at me, “Do you mind?” she asked as she placed her perfectly pedicured feet on my lap. I could help but smile and nod, glancing up, hoping like hell that dress was going to give me a peak inside. Such was not the case. Oh well.
I handed her the remote, “You want to find us something to watch?” She
took the remote, eventually finding us an 80s romantic comedy. Not exactly what I had in mind, but oh well, maybe a nap would do me good. I was keenly aware of the soft weight of her feet on my groin, the tingling turning into a bit of an erection. I was hoping she wouldn’t be able to tell.
I decided to try something. I gently took one of her feet in my hand and rubbed it gently. I heard her coo a little. Well, that’s a good sign. I rubbed a little more, working her arch, wiggling each toe and massaging her heal. Her body language certainly indicated that she was enjoying it. As I moved to the other foot, she shifted her body, rolling onto her back to better present her foot to me. As she did so, her dress shifted, giving me a clear view to her white lace thong panties.
I hoped desperately she wasn’t watching me, because I stared for a good 5 seconds. The dichotomy of her dark skin and white translucent lace panties was just too much. I seriously debated getting up and going to the bathroom to jerk off. Boy am I glad I didn’t. I turned my attention back to her foot, massaging it just like the other one. I started to run my hand just a little bit up her calf, massaging her ankle a little, then the back of her calf. I was amazing at how soft and smooth her skin was (I later learned that was thanks to laser hair removal. Hair removal which wasn’t limited to her legs.)
I tried to stay focused, but as she would move I kept getting a better and better view of her panties. I began to wonder if she was doing it on purpose, but no, that’s not possible. I continued to rub her calf, working my way up a little at a time. She kept almost purring as I did, so I figured I was in the clear. I mean, I hadn’t touched anything above her knee. Add to that, I swear I could see a bit of a wet spot forming on her thin white panties, and smell the sweet smell of her pussy, but that was probably my imagination. Or the maybe the blood flow to my raging erection was making me unable to think.
Just as I was almost to her knee she slipped her feet off me and stood up. My heart stopped; shit, she figured out I’ve been staring at her pussy. But she didn’t say anything. She got up and headed upstairs. A few minutes later I could hear the toilet flush and sink running. A couple minutes later she sat down on the couch, putting her feet up on me again. She handed me a small bottle of moisturizer, “As long as you are going to rub me, do you suppose you could rub this on?” I was slack jawed; the best I could manage was a nod of agreement.
I squirted a little bit of the lotion in my hand. The faint feminine, flowery smell combined with smell of her was going to my head. Sadly panty view had gone away. I began to rub the lotion onto her feet, one a time. Once I was done I reached to hand her the bottle. She looked at me with her big beautiful eyes and said, “Do you think you could do my legs too?” Again I just nodded, my cock straining so hard against my pants I was hoping it wouldn’t just burst out.
Another squirt of lotion on my hands, rubbing them together to warm it up, I started rubbing her calf again. She made a small noise, only this time it was almost a moan. She shifted a little and her dress moved, but not quite enough that I could see. I glanced up, at her and thought I might have caught her staring at me. I couldn’t believe, or for that matter, figure out, what was happening. Was she coming on to me? Impossible.
I finished one calf and moved on to the second. Again she shifted a little, and I swear she hiked her skirt up just a fraction of an inch. I thought to myself, no, you’re just imaging things. Again, the view of her panties was tantalizingly close, but not quite there. I guess she figured that out from last time and was being more careful. I began to rub the lotion of her smooth dark skin. I think it might have felt as good to me as it did to her. As I approached her knee she shifted again.
This time she parted her legs just a bit. Not much, but clearly enough that I was going to get a clear show of her panties again. There was no way she could not know what she had done. Was she testing me? I looked up at her face, trying to see if she was looking at me. She was watching the movie, her eyes about half closed and a very relaxed and content look on her face.
Well, this was it. If she was testing me I guess I’m going to fail. I hadn’t done anything up to this point that would really get me in trouble. So I glanced down to see up her dress and get a view of those panties again. Only when I looked I didn’t see her panties. What I saw was her smooth pussy lips. I must have stopped rubbing and maybe even gasped. She looked up at me, her eyes very sultry, “Are you okay?” I somehow stammered out an affirmative response.
I didn’t know what to do. I guess for a few seconds I just stared. Her pussy was everything I had ever imagined and so, so much more. I could see her outer lips, smooth, bare (I’d like to send a huge thank you letter to whomever invented laser hair removal!), her dark skin glistening just a tiny bit. There was a small patch of dark pubic hair just above her slit. I could see her inner labia just peeking out, pink, damp. Not wanting to get completely caught staring, I squirted a little more lotion into my hands, again warming it up.
It was the moment of truth. I placed my hands on her leg just above her knee, one hand on the outside the other on her inner thigh. I began to rub the lotion into her leg. She cooed again, shifting her body a little and spreading her legs just a little more. I could hear her breathing getting a little faster. I ran my hand up her leg a bit, my fingers now only an inch from that stunning pussy. She spread her legs further apart; there was no mistaking it now, her dress was hiked up quite a bit and her pussy spread wide open to me.
I continued rubbing the lotion on her leg, my fingers just brushing her moist lips. As I did I heard her gasp slightly. I smiled to myself. Holy shit, I’m staring at the pussy I have jacked off to so many times. I squirted a little more lotion into my hands and started on the other leg. I could hear her breathing faster now, the fragrant aroma of her arousal was unmistakable now. As I moved up her thigh and my fingers got closer to her pussy I could feel her hips moving. She would move her hips, trying to get them close to my fingers.
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I lifted her feet off of me and got up from the couch. I saw her look at me, the lust in her eyes apparent at that moment. I knelt down on the couch, placing my head between her sexy thighs and pressed my tongue against her pussy. She moaned out, a long lust moan. I couldn’t believe how sweet she tasted. I was like licking the best peach you’ve ever had in your life. I softly licked the wetness from her smooth, hairless outer lips. I’ve never felt a pussy so soft and smooth. I ran my tongue over her entire slit, just barely touching it, tickling her engorged pussy as I did.
She moaned, now spreading her legs as far as she could, pull them back
almost behind her head. Her entire sex was completely open to me. I could see her pussy lips, the dark skin on the outside contrasting with the damp, engorged pink of the inner. Her reddened, tender clit just barely peeking out. Her sexy butthole winking at me like a tiny starfish, the excitement from her pussy beginning to leak out and drip slightly over it. The tiny indents in her thigh to the sides of her pussy. It was the most beautiful sight a man could imagine.
I’m a bit of an ass man, but it’s something I’m not generally allowed to do at home. I thought, I have nothing to loose, I’m gong to try. I bent down, placing my hands on her sexy ass; I gently flicked her asshole with my tongue. I heard her sharp intake of breath; I pressed my tongue against her rosebud, wondering if she would stop me. I could hear her rapid breathing, so I continued, stiffening my tongue and pressing it against her tender hole. I licked it a little more, hearing her moan a bit each time.
Once I had her ass good and wet I moved my tongue away from her asshole.
I heard a slight sigh of disappointment, a very good sign. Any disappointment was lost when I sucked her clit into my mouth. She moaned noisily as I flicked her clit with my tongue. At the same time I pressed my finger on her rosebud, rubbing my spit around a little bit, massaging her back door. I felt her pressing her ass against my fingers as I felt her hands on the back of my head, pulling me into her.
I licked her pussy faster, darting my tongue into her sweet hole. I rubbed my finger around her ass, the juice from her cunt dripping over it now. Good and lubed up I pushed a little harder. As I continued sucking her clit I felt her tense up as the finger slipped inside. I didn’t move it, 2 knuckles of my finger in her ass, I allowed her to adjust. She began to move her ass, my finger slipping deeper with each movement. She was moaning passionately now.
I slipped my tongue down, licking it around the outside her anus, around my probing finger. She was gasping for breath, her body bucking. I slid my tongue back up, probing it as deep into her folds as it would go. I twirled my tongue around her clit. Supporting myself on my elbows I slipped 2 fingers into her pussy. I sucked her clit, pushing the finger in her ass and the 2 in her dripping slit as deep as could. I felt her entire body tense, her pussy clamp down on me.
She screamed out, arching her back, rolling her toes. Her pussy squirted into my mouth as I licked her. I lapped up the juices, still thrusting my fingers in her as hard as I could. She was moaning, gasping, panting. Her body was squirming, her hands holding my face into her gushing pussy. After a few seconds she pushed my face back, managed to get a “stop…can’t…take it” out between ragged breaths. I slowly pulled my finger from her pussy and ass.
She took the hand that had been in her pussy and pulled it up to her mouth, licking her juices off my fingers. I almost came right then. She sat up, looking at me. “No one has ever touched my ass before. How did you learn that, it was amazing?” I just looked at her and smiled her pussy juice still on my face. She pushed me back on the couch, straddling me.
She leaned in, tentatively kissing me. Her kiss was amazing. Those lips where everything I had hoped them to be. She whispered in my ear “I’ve wanted you for so long. I dreamt about you. I almost called out your name once. I hope you are up for this, because I want as much of your cum as I can get.” My cock was throbbing, begging for release. She was going to get some cum.
She slipped off me, unbuttoning my pants. She slipped them off me, taking my boxers with them. My cock stood at attention, begging her to touch it. She placed one hand on the base of my cock. I moaned out. She leaned down, licked the precum off the tip, kissed the head of my cock and then slid it into her mouth until her lips hit her hand. I moaned out, never having had my cock that deep in a woman’s mouth.
I felt her hand release me and much to my surprise she took the rest of my cock in her mouth. Her lips and the base of my cock I could feel her tongue on my shaft. I moaned out. She pulled back, before plunging me again into her sexy mouth. I moaned. Generally I pride myself on being able to hold out, but I wasn’t going to last 2 minutes with her mouth on my cock.
I felt her cupping my balls. I moaned, “Yes baby, oh god yes.” She continued to fuck my cock with her mouth, gently sucking and twirling her tongue around the head with each thrust. I felt her finger pressing on my ass. I gasped, feeling it very slippery with her pussy juices. I felt her probing harder until her finger slipped in my asshole with a pop. She gently but firmly pushed it up into me.
That was all I could take. I moaned, thrusting my hips up into her face, my cock in her throat as I swelled, my balls tensing. I screamed out as ropes of white hot cum shot into her throat. She pulled back a little, sucking the head of my cock, my cum blasting into her mouth, onto her tongue. She continued to probe my ass as she milked the cum from me. I was panting, my body glistening with sweat. She smiled, looking up at me, her lips wet with my cum.
I pulled her back on top of me, her legs straddling mine. I placed my hand behind her neck, kissing her, tasting myself in her mouth. I felt her pussy on my cock, the heat radiating from her body. I felt her dripping wet pussy lips rubbing on my half hard member as we kissed passionately. I placed my hands on her ass, squeezing her cheeks as we kissed. She was rocking her hips on me, rubbing her clit on my cock head. I could feel my cock returning to life, the passion engorging it again with blood.
She could feel it to, rubbing faster on me. She was kissing me harder now, her breath quick. She had her hands on my face, holding me as we kissed, almost as if she was afraid I would move away. Ha, not likely. I felt her hips pressing harder, her pussy grinding on my now rock solid cock. She moaned out, her moan buried in our kiss. She pulled back, gasping, rocking on me as she came again. She was bucking and moaning and I could feel her juices running over my balls and down my ass crack.
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As she calmed down she leaned into me, placing her head on my shoulder,
“Please take me upstairs and fuck me, please, I need that cock inside me.” I leaned into her, kissing her. I reached down, grabbing her dress and pulling it up over her head. It was just then I realized she was no longer wearing a bra either.
As I leaned down kissing her nipples she threw her head back. I sucked one into my mouth, tenderly but firmly biting the nipple. I massaged one breast as I sucked the other. I could feel her pussy pulsating on me. I reached down, taking my cock in my hand. She raised her hips up, positioning herself on me, slowly lowering herself on my erect pole. I sucked her nipple as my cock slid deep inside her. As our hips came together I have her ass a little spank. With that she screamed “fuck yes, oh god yes, yes, YES!” and I felt her velvety cunt spasm around my cock as she came for the third time.
Still sitting on the couch, her legs around me I kissed her. Our tongue danced together. I slipped my shirt over my head, pulling her close, feeling her smooth naked body against mine. She wrapped her legs and arms tightly around me and I stood. Her small frame pulled tight to me, our bodies still connected as one I headed up the stairs to the guest room. I could feel my cock thrusting into her with each step.
She was moaning with each step, my cock thrusting deep inside her. As we walked into the bedroom I lowered her gently onto the bed. Laying on the edge of the bed, me still standing on the floor, she again pulled her legs almost behind her head. I held her hips and thrust myself into her, my balls slapping her asshole with each thrust. I see her body on the bed, so fucking sexy.
I pull my cock out of her pussy. I love tasting sex, so I kneel down,licking her pussy, pushing my tongue inside. I twirl it over her clit, and then slip over her slit down to her ass, briefly pushing it inside. I hear her moan, “Please, I need you back inside me. I want your cum in me.” Never a man to disappoint, I crawl up on the bed. As I do she’s getting on her knees, her sexy ass in the air. I look, the sexy curves of her ass more than any man could possibly resist.
I kneel behind her, guiding my stiff cock to her waiting pussy. I position my cock head at her entrance and then, holding her hips, I thrust it inside with only fast push. She moans encouragement, “Yes, more, faster. Fuck me harder, please. I want your cum in my pussy baby.” I feel her reach back, playing with my balls as I fuck her. I press thumb on her ass, her now lubricated hole easily taking it fully inside.
I hear her moaning. I fuck her hard, my cock pounding inside. I can feel the cum building in my balls. My cock straining, eager to erupt inside her. I thrust over and over, amazed at the tightness of her pussy. I pull out, not wanting to cum like this, wanting to be able to kiss her as we cum together. As I pull out I hear her groan, “No, please, cum in me.”
I roll only my back pulling her on top of me. I feel her hips rock on me, her pussy practically sucking my cock inside. I moan again, the silken walls of her cunt grasping me, squeezing me, and practically pleading with me to fill them with cum. I pull her to me, our lips meeting. Our tongues begin to dance together, twisting around each other. I feel her tense again, her kiss becoming more passionate as she orgasms.
I feel her pussy grasping at me, milking my cock as she cums. I reach behind her, rubbing my finger on her ass. She moans into our kiss and I can feel her pussy squeeze me even tighter. I feel my cock swell inside her. I thrust my tongue into her mouth, kissing her deeply as I feel my cock explode inside her. I can feel my cum rushing into her, my orgasm seeming to last forever as I keep squirting over and over inside her.
I can feel her pussy still squeezing me. Her body tense as the orgasm continues to rip through her. Our orgasms begin to subside together, our kisses become gentler. I can feel the combination of our juices running over my balls and asshole. I know I must have cum a lot in her. We kiss for several more minutes, letting our bodies relax. She smiles at me, looking into my eyes.
We both look at the clock, realizing it’s been over 2 hours. She rests her head on my chest. Smile, she looks at me “I guess we should get cleaned up. Thank god we still have a few more days.” She smiles, rolling off me.
I look at her, licking my lips, “Maybe we should clean each other up?”
She looks at me, “You can’t be serious, you just filled me with your cum, you can’t possibly want to go near that?” With that I pull her as toward my face. Taking the hint she gets in a 69 on top of me. I can tell she’s never had a cream pie eaten out of her. I pull her pussy to my face, running my tongue over her cummy slit.
I heard her moan out. I flicked her clit with my tongue and was rewarded with a big glob of my cum dripping from her. I licked her, pushing my tongue in her sensitive pussy. She gasped and I could feel her tongue on my cock, licking me clean like a cat. Despite my previous 2 orgasms I could feel my cock getting hard again. I attacked her cum filled pussy, savoring our mixed flavors. I licked her lips, her clit, thrust my tongue inside.
I felt her cleaning my cock, taking it deep in her throat. I felt her tug on my nuts a little. Unbelievably to me I felt the stirrings of another orgasm. She was taking me deep again, and I couldn’t resist her. I kept sliding my tongue into her cunt, making sure to get every last drop of my cum. I flicked her clit and heard her moan out as she came again. As she came drop of our mixed cum squirted into my mouth. I continued to lick her clean.
Her orgasmic moans where more than my cock could handle and I felt my cum begin squirting into her mouth. I felt her clamp her lips on my cock, not letting any of my cum leak out as she slurped it down. As she finished licking me clean she rolled off me.
She looked at me, “we had better take separate showers or we might never
get clean.” She straddled me, kissing me passionately. I smiled as she got up and headed to the bathroom, her naked ass so damn sexy.
I smiled. This might be the best family weekend I’ve ever had and this was just the first day.
The End
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Originally Posted by
jabar
bro birdie, you got so many story….i think i need few week to read
Thanks for your support on my story thread , don’t worry just take your time to reaf the stories . Well if you do have any nice/sexy stories you can also post here .
Here’s one story for you -
Fun at the Club
I worked at a topless members only gentlemen’s club when I was in college and during the first ten years of Tom and I being married. It was a very nice place that basically catered to up scale business men and their guest. Most of them being lawyers and doctors looking to unwind at the end of the day… hell, one of my regular customers was my gynecologist.
I had been working at the club for about two and half years and it was just past my twenty-third birthday when Kellie the owner called me in his office one evening. I had been working there longer than any of the other waitress’s and Kellie and I had gotten to know each other really well and he trusted me totally because I had taken a lot off of him by closing up the club for him and making the bank drops every night allowing him to go home early.
When I got another girl to cover my area I went up to his office and knocked which he promptly yelled for me to enter. When I came in he was on the phone but told me to close the door and have a seat so I did as I usually do and closed the door and came around and sat on his lap with my arm around his neck with my tits right in his face. It was always cool for me to do that because Kellie and I was always flirting with each other and he would always get hard on when I was sitting there.
Kellie is a great guy… he took very good care of himself and had a very firm body for a forty-eight year old. I figured he probably had something special between his legs because his wife Sherry used to be one of our dancers at one time. She was knock-down gorgeous… dirty blond hair, 36c breast and the hottest ass you have ever seen. Up until this time he and I have never did anything sexually together except for some flirting and copping a feel every now and then and him commenting that one day I was going to break down and let him fuck me which to me that wasn’t a bad idea at all.
After hanging up from his call he put his arm around me and cupped my right breast and his other hand went between my legs with his thumb and pointer finger against my panty covered pussy and looked up at me and said, “Hey sexy… how you doing?”
“I’m doing great but I was kind of worried when you called me up here… I figured you either wanted to fire me or fuck me!” I said and leaned down and gave him a kiss on the lips while wiggling my ass a little on his hard on.
“Well, I’m damn sure not going to fire you and I would love to fuck you but that’s not why I called you up.” He the started to explain the reason for calling me up was to offer me the job of assistant manager/hostess which would require me to come in and work one afternoon a week so he and I could have a two hour meeting in the middle of the afternoon to work out the schedule for the up coming week among other duties. I told him then that it sounded great to me but I wanted to talk to Tom about it first. He said that would be fine and to just let him know the next day.
So after talking with Tom and he told me to go for it if I wanted so I told Kellie the next day I would take the job. So I would come into work on Thursday’s around eleven AM so we could open for the lunch crowd and work until two PM and we would have our meeting from two till four. After the second week I had figured out pretty much what he wanted and would come in with a schedule already worked out so it would end up with our meeting only lasting about thirty minutes and the rest of the time we would just sit around and bullshit usually about sex.
On our fourth week meeting we had finished our business and I was sitting on his lap and our conversation was on our usual subject of sex and Kellie was playing with my nipple as he sometimes did and I commented that maybe I should head back down stairs and work because I was missing out on some tips. Thursday afternoons, I was probably only loosing about forty bucks in tips but Kellie said maybe he could help me out because he always set aside two hours for this meeting every week and asked if I would like to make one hundred dollars cash for the next hour and half every week. I laughed and asked who I was going to have to blow for it and he smiled and said him.
I thought about it for a minute and agreed and he smiled really big and said, “Great… you have my cock hard as a fucking rock wiggling that hot ass of yours all over it.
So I got on my knees in front of him and undid his pants and pushed them down. As soon as I seen his cock I knew he had something special between his legs… he was about eight inches and was almost as thick as a beer can. As I took it in my hand and started to lick the shaft I complemented him on his cock telling him he had a beautiful huge cock. I was getting really into sucking him… he had his hand on the back on my head and moaning for me to fuck my mouth with his cock. “Goddamn baby… you suck cock really fucking good!” he said while I had three fingers at the base of his cock stroking up and down and stroking his balls with my other hand while taking the top half as far into my mouth as I could when the damn phone rung. I was kind of surprised when he answered it and even more when it was his wife.
I paused holding my mouth at the tip of his cock and lightly flicking my tongue over it and looking up at him when he said, “Hey babe, what’s going on? He then pushed my head back down on his cock which gave me the signal to keep going. I know she had to hear the slurping noise I was making each time I went down on his cock plus my heavy breathing as I tried to get a breath each time I came up on it. As I continued sucking on his thick cock I heard him say to his wife… “Baby, I’m right in the middle of a meeting with Janet, can I call you back after?” All I could think at that moment was, well, now she knows who has her husbands cock in their mouth. He then hung up the phone and said to me, “OH FUCK…. Here it comes…. Swallow it… swallow my fucking cum!” I sucked as hard as I could and was rewarded with a huge gush of his cum into my mouth… I gulped and swallowed as much as I could until I had drained all his cum.
I stayed kneeling in front of him licking his cock and lightly stroking it for several minutes and looked up at him and asked, “You want me to make you cum again?”
“No… but I have to ask, Damn sugar… where did you learn to suck a dick that good?” Kellie asked.
I stood up and he ran is hand down the G string going down my ass and slipped his fingers between my legs to my pussy while I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and smiled at him and said, “Practice makes perfect!” I then reached over and took the hundred dollar bill from the desk and headed for the door.
A couple of weeks later after finishing our club business we had moved on to our next regular meeting agenda of me sucking his cock. After about ten minutes into the blow job Kellie reached down and pulled his cock from my mouth… I looked up at him and he said, “Janet, would you be interested in another hundred bucks?”
“What do you want me to do?” I replied.
“I want to fuck your hot pussy very badly!” he said.
I stood up and reached around and unhooked my skirt and took it off and tossed it to the side, I then took off my G-string and tossed it over where my skirt was. When Kellie saw me undressing he also started removing the rest of his clothes. I then asked how he wanted me and he told me to bend over the desk. So I did as he requested and he sat back down in his chair… I felt his fingers on my pussy as he pushed one inside of me he said, “Damn… you’re already wet!”
“I always get wet when I am sucking a cock I want to fuck me!” I said.
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I then felt my ass cheeks being parted and I felt his tongue flicking over my asshole. His licking kelp on for several minutes and then moved to my pussy. His face was buried in my cunt and I was moaning and telling him to fuck my cunt with his tongue when he pulled his face away and asked, “Are you ready for my cock?”
“YES… FUCK YES! Fuck my pussy with your HUGE cock… FUCK ME NOW…. PLEASE!!” I pleaded as my pussy was aching to be filled.
“I’ve wanted to slide my cock into you for a long time.” Kellie said as he stood and started rubbing the tip of his cock down my pussy slit to my clit and back up to my ass. I reached back between my legs and grasp his thick cock and pulled it toward my dripping wet pussy.
“If you are you going to talk… then talk dirty to me while you FUCK ME!” I said in a loud moan as I thrust my hips backward. When I did I felt the thickness of his manhood split apart my pussy lips. Kellie then thrust forward driving his entire length into me. It was all I could do to keep from screaming. He then began a slow rhythm of his pumping and reached around with both hands and cupped my tits and started pinching my nipples. After about ten minutes he had moved his hands down and was gripping my hips and slamming his thick cock into me really hard. My cunt was exploding all over his dick… each time one orgasm would subside another would over take me. I was moaning for him to fuck me harder and telling him I loved his big thick cock inside of me and I wanted him cum inside me.
“Are you ready for me to cum in your cunt slut? Do you like being my whore Janet?” Kellie asked as he banged me harder.
“OH FUCK YES BABY… I WANT YOU’RE CUM IN ME… YES… I’M YOUR FUCKING WHORE… FUCK YOUR WHORE… CUM IN YOUR WHORE’S PUSSY BABY!” I was almost screaming because he was fucking me so hard. Kellie then moaned that he was going to cum and I began to thrust my hips back to him and I felt a huge gush of his cum shoot deep inside of me.
My knees were so weak from the orgasms and the hard fucking I had just received when Kellie pulled his cock out of me he had to catch me to keep me from falling. He guided me over to the couch and sat me down.
We sat a talked for about thirty minutes before he laid me back and spread my legs then proceeded to get on top of me and push his cock into my pussy again. He slow fucked me at first and talked really dirty to me which was a big turn on for me. He used me for the best part of an hour with me cumming at least six times before he shot another huge load into me. He got a big charge watching my big breast swing back and forth as he hammered me really hard. It was another thirty minutes before I was strong enough to put on my G string and skirt to go down and work.
Over the next several weeks Kellie fucked me every Thursday afternoon. Usually it was just him and I but his wife Sherry did join us a few times on his sofa bed for a threesome… it was totally hot and she had the tastiest pussy! It was a huge turn on for him to watch her and I do a sixty-nine.
Now, let me introduce you to Jack. Jack is the head of security at the club. He is very muscular, about twenty-five, sandy brown hair, blue eyes and a total hunk. He is also a total workaholic… he is there when the club opens at eleven AM and he is there when it close’s at two AM.
One night about six months before Kellie called me up and offered me the promotion Tom came in about an hour before closing to pick me up because my car was in the shop. Jack and Tom were sitting at the bar chatting and Jack made a comment to Tom about his girlfriend didn’t like to have sex with him because he was well endowed.
After closing and all the other waitresses had left I went to the dressing room to get dressed. After about fifteen minutes Jack and Tom came in and I was sitting at my make-up table nude smoking a joint and brushing my hair so I stood up and offered some to the guys. Tom made the comment that Jack wasn’t getting laid very much because he has a huge dick and asked me if I would be interested in helping him out. Now Tom is a huge instigator of me fucking other guys. I turned around and looked at Jack in his eyes and they were as wide as coffee cup saucers. I laughed, put my arm over his shoulder and said, “Um, maybe… just how big is it Jack?”
“How about it Jack… would you like to fuck Janet?” Tom said with a huge grin.
“Are you fucking serious… every guy that comes in here wants to fuck her! Hell it would be a fantasy come true.” Jack replied.
“Well show her what you’ve got man… if she likes it she will give you all the pussy you want!” Tom urged.
Jack smiled and reached down and undid his pants and reached in and pulled it out. Jack wasn’t kidding… he had an eleven inch pussy pleaser between his legs.
I reached over and took hold of his shaft and gave it a squeeze… I felt him harden in my hand. I looked over at Tom and said, “Do you want to see him fuck me?” Tom nodded his head in approval and winked at me. I looked back at Jack with his now fully hard cock in my hand and said, “Jack… fuck me hard with every inch!”
Jack started fumbling to get his jeans off and I leaned back against the dresser and started playing with my clit while my eyes were glued to the huge cock that was about to be in my pussy. I turned around and bent over the dresser with my bare ass toward him and he stepped up behind me and rubbed his cock against my ass. I licked my fingers and reached between my legs and rubbed my wet fingers into my pussy and then took hold of his dick and guided it to my pussy where he slowly pushed into me. As Jack started to pump into me slowly I looked over at Tom and he had just finished removing his cloths, sat back down in the chair facing us and was stroking his cock.
“How does his cock feel in you?” Tom asked with a smile.
Just as Jack gave one good push and sank the full length of his cock into me I smiled at Tom and said, “HE’S FUCKING HUGE! HOLY SHIT IT FEELS GREAT!” Tom busted out with laughter and even Jack let a chuckle go as he was sinking his cock in me as far as it would go and reaching around with his hands to massage my big breast and pinch my nipples.
“Fuck her Jack… Fuck my wife’s pussy with your big dick! Fill her cunt with your cum, then I’m gonna fuck her while she sucks your cock!” Tom said.
“Oh fuck yes Jack… fuck my pussy… fuck me good! OH SHIT TOM, HIS COCK IS SO FUCKING BIG IN ME… I LOVE HIS BIG PRICK IN MY PUSSY BABY!” I moaned as I was getting into the fucking I was receiving.
After several minutes Jack was ramming his big tool into me hard and fast. I kelp glancing over at Tom and watching him jerk his cock while watching me getting fucked and waiting for his turn to fuck my sloppy cunt. I was really into it and was feeling my orgasm building. I felt Jacks cock stiffen a little and he announced to us he was about to cum.
“OH SHIT NO… PLEASE don’t cum yet… keep FUCKING ME! Make me CUM ON YOU… PLEASE JACK, FUCK ME TILL I CUM! PLEASE!” I said as I started thrusting my ass back onto his cock harder to make myself cum with him. Jack then arched his back thrusting his hips forward and let out a loud moan. “OH FUCK… OH FUCK… I FEEL HIM SHOOTING INSIDE OF ME! OH GODDAMN HE IS CUMMING IN MY PUSSY… DEEP IN MY PUSSY!” I said loudly as I slammed my ass against him still trying to cum and milking every drop for his cock.
As soon as Jack pulled his soften cock from my dripping wet pussy Tom quickly moved behind me and took his turn pounding my cunt giving me a great orgasm as I sucked Jacks cock back to hard. The second time with Jack I sat on the dresser as he got between my legs and started fucking me and he came again in about ten minutes… I had just started cumming on him when he started blowing his second load into me. Tom then moved between my legs and fucked me really hard until I started cumming over and over on his beautiful cock. When Tom was ready he had me sit in the chair with my mouth open and he stood in front of me jerking his cock in my face and I was then rewarded with a huge load of his cum.
The End
Pussy in Boots?
I was on my lunch-break when I saw them, the most beautiful shoes in the world. They were red, a shade darker than blood, and they captivated my. They were exquisitely shaped, the heels were tall and elegant, then curving down, with the grace of a wave, to the toe. The detail was gorgeous: at first they looked plain red, but as I walked closer to the window I could see that they were decorated with tiny silver flowers, and miniature gems that caught the light in an impossible sparkle. They looked both impressive and comfortable, the right shape to gently hold my foot, without forcing it, without awkwardness. They were elegant, graceful, utterly, astonishingly beautiful. I knew I had to have them.
I pushed open the shop door, and somewhere overhead a bell jangled, announcing my arrival to the young man behind the till. He looked up, smiled, and looked down again. He obviously wasn’t being paid enough to be friendly. It had obviously been a quiet morning.
“Excuse me,” I said, after a cursory glance around the shop, “could I try on the red shoes in the window?”
“Of course, ma’am” he said, and he fetched the shoes for me. As he leaned into the window display I could see the shape of his tight little buttocks inside his cotton black trousers. He brought the shoes to me.
“Size fours,” he said. I sat down and began to take off my boots. They were fairly sensible coffee-brown boots, calf-length. They weren’t really my best, but a good pair of skinny jeans covered most of them. I slipped them off, and pulled off my socks. I slipped my right foot into the red shoe, and it felt as if it had been made for me. So soft, so cool, against my skin. Wonderful.
“They’re gorgeous,” said the salesman, suddenly interested.
“I know,” I said, slipping on the left shoe. I wondered what had caught his attention: perhaps I’d left a bit too much of my shirt unbuttoned when I leant forward, perhaps he had a thing for pretty feet. I stood up, and strutted across the shop, doing that catwalk-walk that I’d perfected, one foot in front of the other, with a little sway of the hips on each step. I strutted to the mirror, then back, then perched myself on the edge of his desk.
“They’re lovely, and I think they fit but…” I paused, “… they might be a bit tight at the back.”
He knelt down in front of me, and held my foot as if it were the most precious thing he had ever held. He ran his fingers up the shoe, than touched my ankle, the deft touches of a man with years of training, and a sympathy for feet.
“That’s a good fit,” he assured me, still kneeling in front of me.
“They are lovely,” I said, “but I really couldn’t afford them at the moment, my student loan isn’t in yet.”
He smiled up at me, somewhat awkwardly, and I continued,
“I could give you…” I stopped.
“Give me what?”
“No, it’s silly,”
“What?”
I laughed. “I was going to suggest if I gave you a handjob, if you’d give me the shoes.”
I waited for him to negotiate, to demand more in payment, perhaps he’d make me suck him off, perhaps a frantic fuck in the back office, but he was too shocked to say anything. He probably spent his whole life waiting for a pretty blonde woman willing to do anything for a pair of shoes, but when she eventually arrived, he was too shocked to do anything.
“Okay,” he said. I took a step closer to him.
“There’s a stockroom at the back,” he said. I ignored him. We were hidden from the door by the desk, and there was plenty of room for me to hide if I needed to.
“Now, let’s see what’s hidden in there?”
He unbuttoned his fly and clumsily struggled with the zip while I knelt in front of him, rubbing my hands together. It was already erect, about average size, rather thinner than I expected.
“It’s enormous,” I lied. I saw it swell with pride. I took a firm grip on the shaft with my right hand, and gently pressed my left palm against the head, stroking gently. I could already tell it wasn’t going to take long.
“Uh,” he said.
There’s something dirty about a handjob, however romantically it’s meant. Maybe it’s the lack of physical contact, or the lack of eye-contact. I get absolutely no pleasure from it whatsoever, and the man always wants more. It makes for reasonable foreplay, but only as the introduction to a blowjob, and then a good hard fuck. But here there was nothing, just seven inches of bulging flesh between me, and the most beautiful shoes in the world.
“Uh, uh, uh,” he groaned. He’d bend his knees slightly, and was gently rocking himself back and forth. I knew he’d be coming soon, and if I was playing another game, this would be the moment to slip him into my mouth, but he hadn’t asked for that.
“Uh, uh, uh,” he said. I wanted a tissue, a cloth, a scarf, something to catch it when he came. There was nothing within reach but a little pair of black patent-leather shoes, size 3, very small, very cute, with little pointy toes. They would do.
“Tell me when you’re gonna come,”
“Uh, uh, now, ohmigod.”
I felt him tighten, and pulled the shoe from the shelf. The warm white smear shot into its cool leather interior, and he groaned. I leant down, bringing my mouth tantalizingly close to his cock.
“I’ll wear the red shoes now,” I said, standing up, “give me a bag for my old ones.”
Obediently, he walked to the counter and handed me a carrier bag. “Thanks,” I said, shoving one of my boots into the bag.
“Can I, er,” he stammered.
I ignored him, and headed for the door.
“One more thing…” I added.
“Yes”
“…usually I’d fuck for shoes.”
He was not the first. I'm not a whore or anything, only when it comes to beautiful shoes, (and occasionally dresses, and handbags). It's mainly students who work in the shops, and I assure you, students aren't the sex-crazed libertarians you think they are. Most of them are utterly-desperate to get laid. I've done the same thing in a lot of shops, and no-one has ever turned me down.
I finished uni three years ago, but I never really left. I got a job in the library archives, larking around with old books, making impressionable young students fall desperately in love with me, and then engaging in bouts of wild sex in the 18th century literature archive. It helps keep me in shape (they can be very energetic sometimes) and it helps keep the boredom away.
But ehen I'm not wearing glasses and doing the 'fuckable intellectual' act, I go to the student nights. My uni staff ID gets me in, and then I can take my pick of whoever I want. I don't like to boast, but again, no-one's ever turned me down. I do have a fantastic body. Sometimes I step out of the shower, and glimpse myself in the mirror, then stand there, rubbing my hands up and down my body and thanking God that I was this lucky. Then sometimes, if I think no-one's around, I'll make a dash from the bathroom to my bedroom. I like a bit of risk.
I share my house with three other people -- I know I could afford somewhere better, but I like the student lifestyle, and the company, at least until I find someone to properly settle down with. My housemates are Holly, Alexa, and Dan. Holly was on my course, so we've known each other for years, Alexa is a Chinese postgrad, and Dan's doing his PhD. I know Dan really, really, really wants to fuck me, but I'm going to wait until he does something about it. For the last six-months I've been teasing him, laying on the sofa in my bikini, leaving my panties around the house, wearing short skirts, and watching him trying not to stare. He's really cute.
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I have forty-three pairs of shoes, and I paid for about a quarter of them. The others were acquired through sleazy encounters with shop-staff and managers. I can remember each of them, each pair has its own memories. My blue pumps were a blowjob for a guy called Nigel in Clarks, my black court-shoes were a night with Jemima from Stead and Simpson, my stripper-boots were ten minutes with a rampant rabbit and Becky in Shoe Express, my sandals were a gorgeous tanned Australian in a little shed on a deserted beach.
It was the stripper boots that started it. I was enjoying a lucid half-dream, one with a strong latino man who morphs from one filmstar face to another as he bangs me senseless, and I feel his dark nipples and his six-pack rubbing against me, and him pressing up so deep inside me, in positions the sorts of gymnastic positions I couldn't achieve in real life. I slowly awoke, and was aware of something there, between my thighs. I reached down, and found my stripper-boot, heel upwards. It was soaking wet, and it was obvious what I'd been doing with that heel. I must have been like a hormonal teenager, reaching out in my sleep and finding the first thing that would fit inside me. I was older than this, more grown-up -- I had other things to use -- things that wouldn't leave my boots smelling of sex. But whatever I'd been doing with them, I'd be doing something right: I'd enjoyed it, and I was completely soaking wet. I toweled myself down, changed the sheets, and took a shower.
The next night it happened again. In my dream it was a gentle man, taking me delicately, softly, as if he was scared he would hurt me. He coaxed me and whispered to me, and stroked his hands along me, then gently pressed himself in. When I awoke, my white shoes were between my legs, (the ones that I wore when I was a bridesmaid at Naomi's wedding). Their tiny heels had been only just enough to satisfy me, but they had been wonderful.
But something wasn't right. Those shoes were kept at the back of the wardrobe -- surely I hadn't sleepwalked across the room, found them, and brought them back to bed. There were so many other things I could have used. Perhaps I had a sleepwalking-shoe-fetish that I didn't know about -- I needed to find out.
"Holly?" I said.
"Yeah"
"Do you mind if I put my shoes in your room tonight?"
"Why?"
"It's not important, I just think I've got too many in my room -- I'd like to see what it's like without them -- they wouldn't stay there for long."
"Okay then."
The dream I had that night was glorious. I can't remember it exactly, but I was in a toga, with soft fabric all over me, and the Roman Emperor wanted me for his wife. I didn't want him, so I escaped with his slave, riding on the backs of tigers. And then me and the slave were in the gladiator arena, and hundreds of people were watching us undressing each other, and he was going to fuck me on the sand, but he was too big, as long as his own arm, and as wide as his fist, and it was pressing against me, but I was too tight for him.
I awoke, and my thick-soled sandals were on the bed, the wide curve of the flat heel pressed against me. I was desperately wet, but there was no way those shoes were ever going to fit. But the shoes had been in Holly's room -- I was sure I hadn't walked along the hallway, into her room, got the shoes, then come back. I'd never sleepwalked before, (it's just not the sort of thing I do). Maybe Holly had done it for a joke, just put the shoes in my bed, and left my imagination to do the rest. But it didn't seem like her sort of thing.
But somehow the shoes had known. When it was stripper-boots, I had been a whore in my dream; with bridesmaids shoes I was a virgin; with sandals I was a roman. Maybe I'd have something with every pair of shoes, forty-three nights of fantasy. I looked through my shoes -- walking boots didn't look promising, and I'd be reluctant to rub anything that muddy as that against my clit, but some of my kinkier boots looked like they'd be fun. Some of them looked quite dangerous -- I didn't think I'd be loose enough to cope with some of them, but I'd be willing to try...
No, I had to stop it. I couldn't do it every night. And I didn't even finger myself any more. If I wanted a fuck, I'd go to a club and flutter my eyelids at a man: I didn't need this dirty world of heels and hairbrush-handles. And I had to stop myself using the shoes.
"You're boyfriend was very loud last night," Holly said, as I came out of the bathroom.
"What do you mean?"
"We all heard him, stomping up the stairs, and then you -- you were very, er, vocal -- I wondered what he was doing to you."
"Sorry," I said, not understanding. "are you sure?"
"Yeah, we could all hear you -- I'm surprised the neighbours didn't come round to complain -- he must have been -- well, you must have really enjoyed it."
"I didn't come into your room did I?" I asked
"I don't know where you came," she smiled, "but no, I was up most of the night, and I didn't see anyone come in."
"Sorry, " I said.
Something was wrong. There had been no boyfriend, no-one else in the house, and I hadn't gone in to Holly's room to get the shoes. Somehow, the shoes had come to me -- they'd stomped their way upstairs, and sneaked themselves into my bed and into my dreams. It was impossible, but it was the only possible answer -- the shoes were alive.
So that night I stayed awake. I sat in my bed, constantly telling myself that shoes were not alive, that they couldn't come to life, and I was being stupid. I was a grownup girl, and this was stupid. Maybe I need a boyfriend. Or at least a fuck. It had been at least a fortnight, if you didn't count wanking off a shop assistant. I wondered about going to Dan's room, and having a little 'chat', and seeing if he would satisfy me, and put these silly ideas out of my head.
But then I heard the footsteps on the landing, and the door creaked open. It was them, the red shoes. They walked in, as if on the feet of an invisible woman, and strutted their way to my bed. I couldn't tell what the fantasy would be -- they weren't ballet shoes, not school-shoes, not party shoes -- maybe there would be nothing, because I was awake. I laid back on the bed, stared at the ceiling, and waited for them to ravish me. I gently spread my thighs, and felt the shoes jump onto the bed. They didn't go straight between my legs but strutted around me, the left shoe gently rubbing himself against the outside of my right thigh, the right shoe standing on my stomach. I reached out to hold him, but he jumped away. It was weird, but it was kind-of sexy, teasing. Those shoes knew exactly what they were doing, where to touch me. The left shoe made his way to my foot, and rubbed against it, gently nuzzling against the toes, soft as a tongue, gentle and warm. Oh my god it was wonderful. The right shoe rubbed his sole along my thigh, then worked closer in. He didn't go in with the heel first, but touched with the toe, strong but tender, as if to sense me.
I groaned, and the shoes moved closer. I felt so empty, like I needed something to hold, something to rub myself against, but all I had was empty air. I pressed myself against the bed, willing them to take me. It was gorgeous, to have them rubbing over me, but I wanted more. I wriggled, and the shoes jumped away, then pressed themselves against my side, urgently. I rolled over, onto my hands and knees. That was what they wanted. The right heel toyed with me, his toe toward my tummy, his heel pressing lightly into me. The left heel was further back, between my buttocks. They couldn't do that, not both at the same time. Oh god.
Holly banged on the wall: "I'm trying to sleep in here."
The tall heels thrust their way into me. It was wonderful, like nothing I've ever had before. Holly wouldn't be getting any sleep tonight. But I didn't need to imagine a man. I was fucking shoes -- they'd all I'd ever really loved, and all those years of shopping and shining and polishing, and the pain of wearing too-small-shoes, and the backache from high heels, and the blisters, and the laces, and the buckles -- finally I was having what I desired, what I'd always desired, but never realised.
"Shuddup in there," yelled Holly. She wouldn't be sleeping tonight, not while the shoes were being so sensitive to me, while the soft leather rubbed itself onto me, into me, against me. I hoped it would never be over. They were amazing.
But when I woke they were there, beside the bed, stood obediently, silently, motionlessly, no evidence of the night before. I dressed, and slipped them onto my feet, soft as before, and as gorgeous in the mirror. Later, I walked down the street I knew what they were, what they had done, but we said nothing, just strutted with a gorgeous confidence. People stared, people smiled, but no-one knew what had happened in that dark room, and never will they know.
But it's never happened again -- for so many hours I've watched them in the darkness, waited for the boots to again awaken, or waited to hear footsteps on the stairs, but they were silent. And still I wait, hoping it wasn't a flight of imagination. But I fear I shall never know.
The End
Victorian Boots
He called me on my land line and said “I’m coming over to get my boots. Tonight at 8 PM. And I want my costume cleaned and pressed and laid out on a chair.” And then he hung up. My heart was pounding. But I did not know what to do - I hadn’t spoken to G in a month and the last time we had spoken it was a bitter argument. He had the nerve to try to scold me - he felt that I had done an unsatisfactory job as a producer. I just couldn’t believe it. He was an actor - the leading man yes, but still, an actor and my employee. How dare he?
And the scolding was completely unexpected. He was normally a sweet person, cooperative, even easy-going. Was it his role that turned him into such a bossy bastard? The play we were doing was a period piece - set in early Victorian England - based on a story by Jane Austen. The role called for him to be haughty, arrogant, the lord of the manor, the cock of the rock. He drove me wild with desire when he was in character, strutting around on stage in those wonderful Victorian clothes - tight pants, form-fitting red jacket, white shirt with ruffles. And those black knee-high riding boots. I used to be filled with sexual tension every night watching him own the stage.
During the run of the show I couldn’t reveal my attraction to him for fear I could be accused of sexual harrassment. But he had some inkling of my desires. At one point during the rehearsal period he offered to go on stage wearing nothing but his boots.
He was a bit of a diva. I’ve heard you’re supposed to say “divo” for a man, but that doesn’t sound right. It makes me think too much of “Are we not men? We are DEVO” as in that punk band from the early 1980s. So I will call him a diva. Everything had to be just perfect in his dressing room - his hair products and makeup laid out neatly, his costume hung up, just so, in the same spot every night. The trash cans had to be emptied out at the end of the night and God forbid if he found a stray empty water bottle when he came in before the evening’s performance. I finally got wind of his complaints by the last evening of the production. According to the stage crew he would go on every night about my supposed “carelessness.” I was furious that he was talking trash about me behind my back when I thought we were such good friends.
Things came to a head at the cast party. And the fact that he was flirting with one of the actresses in the cast when I entered the restaurant did not help. I asked the actress if we could have a moment, and I confronted him. Not only did he not deny he had been complaining, he stood there, arms folded and began listing everything he thought I had done wrong. I wasn’t going to stand there and take that. I told him to fuck himself and then I stormed out of the restaurant. He followed me yelling “what about my boots?”
His precious boots. In my infatuation with him, I saw to it that no expense was spared for his costume, and I had bought him the fanciest black leather riding boots available, for perfect historical accuracy. He loved his boots - he had a special place of honor for them in his dressing room. And I had hinted that I would give him those boots at the end of the production. But at the moment he asked “what about my boots?” I was livid. I said “Your boots? You mean MY boots, don’t you? The production company paid for them. You want them, you can pay the production company.”
“You know I can’t afford that!” he yelled.
Like most New York actors, he lived hand to mouth and couldn’t afford luxuries. I knew that. “Too fucking bad” I said. “You fucking diva!” And that was the last time we spoke. Until the phone call.
What was he up to? Did he think he could just come to my house and command me to hand over his boots? What would I do when I saw him? I had been fantasizing about him in the past month. There was something about the way he stood there, arms folded, reprimanding me like he was my lord and master that really aroused me, to my shame and chagrin. To see him in person would be almost too much. Was he interested in me, sexually? Why else would he come to see me himself?
I shivered with excitement as I showered, shaved my legs, armpits, pussy; as I dressed in my most cleavage-revealing top and tightest skirt and my high-heeled boots. At 8:05 my doorbell rang. There he was. My heart fluttered to see him again, and when I opened the door, he broke into a grin in spite of trying to look stern. But in a moment the smile was gone.
“Are you gonna let me in?”
“Come in” I said, unable to say anything else at the moment, I was so thrilled to be in his presence.
We entered the living room and I had his costume laid out on a wooden chair. Next to the chair stood his boots.
“Do you have anything to drink?”
I had bought his favorite red wine that very day for him. I fetched him a glass of wine.
He took a sip and said: “turn around.”
“Why”
“Do as I tell you.”
I thrilled at his commanding tone. He was in cock-of-the-rock mode. I turned around. I heard him changing into his costume and when he allowed me to turn back, voila there he stood in all his glory in early-Victorian period costume, jacket, boots and everything.
“Be still my heart.” I said, pressing my hands to my heart.
He sat down on the chair with his legs spread, and I could see a bulge in his tight white breeches.
“Julia, kneel down, right there” he said, pointing to a spot three feet from the front of the chair.
“Why?”
“Kneel”
I kneeled.
He sat there staring at me for a long moment, until I became flustered and looked away. What was he doing? Was he crazy?
“Look at my boots.”
I looked at his boots.
“Look how scuffed they are.”
There were definite scuff marks on the boots.
“They were like this the entire last week of the show. What do you a have to say about that?”
“If it bothered you, why didn’t you say anything?”
“It was YOUR JOB as the producer to notice such things. Don’t you have any pride?”
“I… but..” for once I didn’t know what to say. Maybe he was right. Maybe I should have been looking out for such things. My face flushed.
“You had me going out on stage every night in scuffed boots. How do you think that made me feel?
“Bad?”
“You’re damn right bad. Embarrassed. Humiliated. And it was all your fault. What kind of producer are you?”
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That hurt. I liked to think I took pride in my work.
“And what about the grape juice on the stage?”
“What grape juice?”
“What grape juice. Why am I not surprised you’re asking me that?”
We used grape juice in place of wine during the dinner scene.
“Every night there was a little grape juice spilled on the stage.”
“But why didn’t you say -”
“Again, Julia, it should have been your job to notice such things. If you couldn’t hire people to make sure the stage was cleaned, you should have been there yourself, on your hands and knees every night, scrubbing the stage.”
This was humiliating, kneeling in front of this actor being scolded. And yet I was wet and I was accutely aware of my hard nipples pressed against the inside of my bra.
And he was getting to me. Maybe I should have been more careful. He could see that I was unsure now, doubting myself. He then proceeded to give me a litany of everything I did wrong. One night the trash cans in the dressing room were half full. Another night he couldn’t find his hand lotion. Another night there as a big wrinkle in his breeches. He went on and on and I whimpered “sorry, I’m so sorry” and he said “you should - you are a disgrace as a producer” and the tears welled in my eyes.
But he still went on. He went back to his boots. How important they were to his character, and how hard it was for him to act like a wealthy upperclass man with scuffed up boots. When he was done I was sobbing in shame and regret, my face in my hands. He let me kneel there sobbing for several minutes. When I looked up, he was holding a handerchief out to me, a smirk on his face, and the bulge in his pants more prominent than before. I blew my nose and sniffled.
“Come on, turn off the waterworks” he said with a crooked smile, feeling kindlier now that he had made his point and I had conceded his point by crying in shame. He stood up with his arms opened wide.
“Come here” he said.
Gratefully, I stood up and fell into his arms, my face pressed into his shoulder.
“There there, that’s enough crying for now. I know you’re sorry. You’ll do a better job for our next production, won’t you?”
I nodded fervently.
He really seemed to enjoy playing the benevolent daddy. I was in heaven, being held in his arms. I remembered his wonderful scent, a mixture of sweet fabric softener and masculinity. And at that moment I felt safe and warm and loved and forgiven and clean and pure. We were friends again. But not so fast.
He pushed me away and sat down on the wooden chair again. From this angle I could clearly see his erection straining against the front of his breeches. I had seen hints of his member before, just tantalizing hints, but here was full blown proof of his lustful maleness. I was almost paralyzed with desire.
“Apologize to my boots.”
“What?”
“Kneel down, kiss each boot on the toe, and tell it you’re sorry.”
It was the weirdest thing anybody had ever asked me to do, but I did it without argument. It was such a random, submissive thing to do that it excited me unbearably. I kissed each boot tip tenderly, and whispered sincerely “I’m so sorry.” When I was done, I looked up at him in adoration.
He smiled down at me. He has one of the sweetest smiles in the world.
“Here’s what we’re going to do. The next time you produce this play, and of course I will play the lead role again, you are going to be my personal boot girl. One half hour before every performance, you will come to my dressing room - my perfectly clean, trash-free dressing room - right?”
“Right”
“And I will be wearing the boots. I will put my feet up on a stool and you will polish my boots for me. I’ll teach you exactly how you should do it - it’s a four-step process, but once you get the hang of it, it shouldn’t take you more than fifteen minutes.”
Being told I would be his boot girl made me dripping wet. Everybody involved in the production would see me, the producer, humble myself before an actor. Would they still respect me? Would I care? Nothing in the world would make me happier than being G’s boot girl. I would belong to him completely, without question.
He stood up, held me in his arms again. I could feel his hardness against me. He took me by the chin and made me look him in the eyes.
“You would like that, wouldn’t you? To be my boot girl.”
That bastard, he was flaunting his mastery over me.
“Yes.” I said, drawing my breath in sharply .
He kissed me, long and slow, and when his tongue entered my mouth I almost climaxed. He led me into my bedroom. I sat on the bed and watched, enthralled, as he stripped for me. First taking off the red jacket, and then pulling down the suspenders holding up his breeches. Off came the white ruffly shirt and I finally saw his chest. I had been teased with the sight of his chest hair a few times during rehearsal, peeking from the top of his t-shirt and now here was his entire chest exposed for me. I had never been especially interested in chest hair before, but because it was his chest hair it was the most erotic sight I had ever seen. I was panting with lust by now as he carefully laid his shirt over a chair and slowly pulled his breeches down to mid-thigh. And there was his magnificent stiff member bobbing slightly as it was released from the tight pants.
I was so focused on his disrobing that I had forgotten to take my clothing off, and I was too excited for that now. He crawled towards me on the bed and I spread my legs for him. I was wearing stockings and a garter belt without panties. In a half second he was on me and with a flick of his hips he was in me.
“Oh my darling!” I cried.
“Julia! He said in his husky baritone. He moaned softly as he thrust into me. I was so excited I was almost numb. The dream I had for six months was finally coming true. As he unloaded the contents of his precious testicles into my pussy, I cried in happiness, and he moaned loudly in bliss. He collapsed onto me and lay there. The feeling of being pinned down by the man I most desired, his cock still firmly lodged in my vagina, finally caused me to have an orgasm, which seemed to go on forever. When I was done, and sighed, I heard him chuckle softly. Then he kissed me, rolled off me. We took all our clothing off and lie together naked.
We fell asleep holding each other, his boots standing at attention by the bed.
The End
Meeting Master J and His Precious
I met them in a local bar as I sat there alone, nursing a drink. I’d had a rough day at work and didn’t really want any company. But I couldn’t help staring at them. She wore a pretty pink collar around her neck and looked so beautiful in her mini-dress and high black boots. Her auburn hair tumbled in curls around her shoulders and the look of adoration she was giving her “date” melted even my heart.
He was…well, incredible is the only word I can think to describe him; tall with blond wavy hair that curled around his ears and this presence that took my breath away. It wasn’t in anything he said or did. It was something about him…the eyes maybe. They seemed to look right through to the heart of a person.
Now they seemed to be intently studying the woman he was with. I don’t know what she had said or done…but a shiver ran through me as I saw him wrap his fingers in her hair and pull her head back until she was staring up at him. I was mesmerized as I watched his thumb caress the side of her neck. I tried desperately to hear what he said as he leaned closer to her. He was too far away but I continued to watch as his hand left her neck and slid down her side, grazing her breast. I could feel my heart beat faster and a wet spot beginning to form in my panties. It was so erotic to watch.
As I took a sip of my drink, he glanced in my direction, looking me up and down in such a way that I nervously moistened my lips and cast my eyes to the floor. When I looked up he cocked an eyebrow in my direction and pointedly stared at me until I looked away. I turned away to get another drink and within a few moments I felt him pushing against me from behind. I could feel his hot breath on my neck as he leaned forward.
“Well little slut. would you like to join my pet and me?” It was totally uncalled for and so rude; yet it touched a chord inside of me and I felt myself stepping back into his embrace as I whispered, “yes”. I could feel his erection against my back as he chuckled low in his throat, " I thought you might."
His hand encircling my waist he led me over to a table where his “pet” was already waiting. He began to introduce us as he gave me a gentle push into the booth. “This is my pet. You may call her Precious. Precious nodded to me, sizing me up and I began to blush, “Hello, Precious”, I said, lowering my eyes. He continued, " and you may call me Sir or Master J., and your name?”
I cleared my throat and tried to clear my head. I looked up into his eyes and said, “Beth, Sir.”
He smiled wickedly as he touched my chin with his fingers. “Well tonight you will be call…Toy,” he said. His deeply penetrating eyes boring into mine.
I gasped and nodded, “Yes Sir”.
“Good,” he replied. “Now Toy, I saw you watching my Pet and me, would you like to play with us? Does your little pussy get all wet thinking about what we might do to you?” and he reached out and grazed his hand across my thigh only inches from my smoothly shaven pussy lips. I could feel my juices begin to flow at the promise of what this evening might hold.
I nodded, glancing over at Precious as she began to smile at the thought of what her Master might have in store for his new toy. He held my gaze as his pinky reached out and began to graze my slit… Part of me knew this was outrageous. I had just met these people! I didn’t know anything about them; but the other part of me, in the center of my being ached for what they offered.
Master J pushed my panties aside and slid two fingers inside of me. He pumped them in and out a couple of times, my wet cunt gripping him…then he slipped them back out. I felt as though the whole room could hear the squelching sound of my pussy. He reached across the table to his pet and held his fingers out to her. “Well Precious,” he said, “taste her and tell me if she’s worth my time.”
I watched slack jawed as she began to lick and suck my juices from his fingers. I started imagining what her tongue would feel like working my clit and I could feel my juices soaking through my panties. When his fingers were clean she smiled sexily, “Oh Master, I think you’ll enjoy this one.”
He laughed at his pet and replied, “I think we will BOTH enjoy her. However I feel the need to play at home tonight. Come along Precious. Take Toy’s hand so she doesn’t get lost.” We all stood and headed for the exit with Precious holding my hand and running her thumb along it. I was incredibly excited, but as we got to their car I began to wonder what I was doing. Master J anticipated that however and blocked my path as he eased Precious into the back seat. He pressed me up against the back of the car and leaned in to whisper seductively in my ear.
“Relax Toy. I won’t let any harm come to you. At least none that you aren’t craving for”, and with that he kissed me hard and bit my lip until I could taste blood. He eased me in beside his Precious and closed the door, climbing in the front to take us home.
As we drove he adjusted his mirror, “Precious, I want you to make our toy feel at home.” Precious turned towards me and began to unbutton my blouse, looking towards her Master for approval. “Oh yes, my Precious, that’s it”, he murmered.
She slid my blouse open and began to caress my bare breasts. My nipples hardened like pebbles and I moaned low in my throat as she took one of them in her mouth and began to suck on it. She reached down and began to slid my panties off and I lifted my ass to give her better access…caring only that she continued what she was doing.
Her fingers played in my juices and then she wiped them on her own lips and kissed me deeply. I thought I would explode tasting myself on her lips, feeling her tits pressed against me. I had never tasted another woman before but I wanted so much to taste her. I somehow knew that I needed to ask permission however.
“Master J?” I asked hesitantly.
“Yes my Toy,” he answered, pulling into an apt. complex. “Is there something you desire?”
“May I,” I stammered and tried again. “May I taste Precious?”
“As soon as we get you both settled inside,” he said. I pulled my blouse closed and we left the car and went up the steps to their apt.
Once Master J closed the door behind me, I looked at Precious who was taking off all her clothes and kneeling on a mat by the door with her head bowed. I looked to Master, confused and he smiled. “It’s ok Toy. My Precious knows that she is not allowed clothing at home. You will learn as well if I decide to keep you. For now, I will help you.” There wasn’t much left to take off, but he slipped my blouse off my shoulders and undid my skirt, letting it all pool on the floor at my feet.
He reached out one hand for Precious as he gave me the other one. We both allowed him to lead us into the bedroom where he told Precious to prepare me. She laid me on the bed and proceeded to strap me down with my knees up and my legs spread; exposing my wet pussy and tight little asshole to Master J.
“Normally I would blindfold you Toy, but I want to watch your eyes as I fuck you for the first time.”, he said.
I could hardly breathe I was so excited and so nervous. Precious climbed onto the bed and positioned herself on my face at Master’s urging and I wasted no time lapping up her juices and pushing my tongue into her pussy. Mmmm…she tasted so sweet. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Master undressing and stroking his hard cock.
After a while Precious cried out, “Master J…please may I cum?” and Master laughed, pleased at his obedient girl. “Yes my love, cum all over the little toy slut’s face. Enjoy”. With permission given I could feel her convulse around my tongue as she began fucking it like a little dick, up and down; her creamy juices running down my chin.
As she began to calm down Master J lifted her off and kissed her deeply. Laying her across me he began to fuck her pussy. I could feel every movement, every thrust and knew exactly when he triggered her to have another orgasm. He then pulled out and thrust his cock into my mouth.
“That’s it Toy, take it all,” he said pushing deeper and deeper making me gag as I tasted her juices along with his precum in my mouth. As he did, Precious began playing with my pussy, rubbing my clit and stroking her finger in and out of my pussy. All of a sudden she jabbed a finger into my ass and as Master J encouraged her she grabbed a butt plug and greased it up, shoving it hard into me; stretching my ass around it.
I cried out in pain and pleasure; wanting…no, “needing” for something in my pussy as well. Master was getting close, I could feel it and he told Precious to get the strap on quickly. Fear filled my eyes as I saw the 9 inch beast she intended to impale me with. But I had no choice in the matter and she began to pound me with it. Thrusting with such force I was sure she was reaching my womb.
Master J began to cum in my mouth; great gobs of jism filling me. I swallowed again and again but still it dribbled down onto my tits as I tried not to choke on it.
By this time I was writhing and moaning around his cock and when he pulled out I screamed, “Master J please…please may I cum? I can’t hold on any longer.”
He waited what seemed like an eternity but was probably only a moment until he said quietly, Yes Toy, you may cum."
Afterwards he pulled both of us to him in the king sized bed and we feel asleep on his chest, satisfied and content.
The End