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QuikStory #1 by FootMan
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Subject: QUIKStory #1 -- by Footman -- (M/F, Pantyhose, FF)
The first of a series. These are pretty erotic, explicit, and don't
offer much in the way of plot/characterization. If you want that, pick
up some Anais Nin or read some of the other stories that have been posted
here recently -- the "Black Stockings," for example. You've been warned.
Press <N> on your newsreader, etc. etc.
If you like this, if you want to see more, e-mail me or post something that
says yeah, you like these QUIKStories and want more. If ya speak up,
they'll keep coming and coming and coming.
Enjoy.
And what else?
Your hands.
You like my hands.
We kissed then, softly at first. And then her tongue touched mine. She pressed
hard. I felt her body move forward.
Yes, she said. I like your hands, too. She took my hand and pressed it against
her neck. I feel warm?
You feel hot, I said. I kissed her neck, gently ran my tongue across her neck
up to her cheek. I whispered against her ear. I said, Really hot.
She moved my hand down her blouse, down her stomach, to her legs. She wore
suntanned nylons. I had been watching her legs all evening. No high heels --
just brown flats. Her skirt was short, a cream color, and she wore a brown
jacket. How does this feel? she asked.
Your leg is hot too, I whispered.
She said: I'm horny. Is that what you are?
Yes.
I want you to do something. She kissed my lips, then looked at me. We were
close, our eyes inches apart.
Yes. Tell me.
I need a massage.
Yes.
A foot massage, she said. I'm a bad girl for wearing heels. Tell me.
You . . .
I wanted to wear heels tonight, she whispered. But I felt like a bad girl.
Most nights I wear high heels. She ran her hands down her pantyhose to her
heels. She closed her eyes. A low voice, hushed, she whispered: You like heels
don't you?
Yes. I do.
You like high, she whispered. She moved her head back, arched her back
slightly. You like high heels. Now her fingers moved to her blouse. She undid
one button. Tell me how high, she said, and took my hand and placed it on her
knee and then began pulling it along her thigh, under her skirt. Tell me, she
whispered.
High heels, I said.
She moaned. Her stockings felt smooth, in the dim light they shimmered. I
touched her pussy.
I'm so wet, she said.
I slipped my fingers out and put them against her lips. She moaned again. I'm
so wet. I'm a bad girl. Tell me how bad I am.
You need high heels, I said.
Yes.
I'm going to make you wear high heels.
She undid her second button and began rubbing above her breasts gently. I feel
so horny, she said. Her voice was barely above a whisper. I need a big cock
tonight.
No, I said. What you need is a spanking.
Because I've been a bad girl.
Yes.
Now give me your feet, I said. Give them to me.
And she spun on the sofa and lay back and placed both her feet in my lap. Her
flats looked good and I watched her ankles and the knit of her pantyhose. I
slipped one flat off and took hold of her foot. I took it gently and lifted it
to my lips. I kissed her big toe and then the little toe. She had small toes,
each painted red.
I've been bad, she said. Now she was laying back, her back against the
armrest, blouse halfway open, eyes still closed. Her blonde hair fell back and
she she ran both her hands through her hair and took a long, slow breath.
I need to kiss your feet before I spank you, I said.
Spank me hard.
Not until I finish your feet. I pressed her sole against my cheek and touched
my tongue to her heel. Her feet were warm, they smelled sweet. I liked that,
her sweet smell, her little toes against my cheek.
Baby, she whispered. I need to get down on all fours.
Yes.
I need you to spank me.
She moved from the sofa onto the floor and knelt with her ass up. The seam of
her pantyhose darkened around her hips and in the dim light I studied the slow
curve of her ass and the backs of her thighs and the backs of her legs. I
slipped the other shoe off and knelt beside her and kissed her other foot. I
kissed her toes and ran my tongue against the seam of her pantyhose. She
reached beneath herself and undid her blouse so that it fell open. I kissed
one shoulder and then the other and slipped first one strap of her black lace
bra off that shoulder and then the other strap. Then I knelt between her legs
and reached beneath for her nipples which were large and hard. I pinched one
and then other and when I did she moaned and said that what she needed was a
hard spanking and that what she wanted more than anything else was a man with
a big cock who would kiss her feet and keep them clean and lick them whenever
she wanted.
I spanked her hard.
I'm so bad, she said.
I spanked her again.
I'll get the heels, she said. I need you to dress me in heels. I want to model
my heels for you.
You'll do that when I say.
I spanked her a third time and she yelped. I told her to stay down on her
knees, to be a good girl.
Yes, she whispered. Yes.
I went into her bedroom and looked in the first drawer of her dresser and saw
only black lace bras and matching panties and in the second drawer I saw her
pantyhose in all colors from red to black to suntanned and saw several
thigh-highs. I reached in for a handful and looked at them and pressed them
against my face. In the third drawer I saw a body suit, black lace, and beside
it several garter belts. One belt still attatched to a stocking. I took that
stocking and held it up and saw that it looked recently worn. I pressed that
against my cheek and then lay the stocking and garter belt back into the
drawer, carefully. Beneath the dresser she kept her heels, and I took a pair
of black velvet slingbacks and went into the living room where she still
knelt. I ran my fingers around her ass and then kissed her ass and licked
around the the topseam of the pantyhose. I ran my finger down her left leg to
her heel and then took her foot and slid it into one of the heels. I did the
same with the other.
Stand up, now, I told her. Stand up and let me look at your legs.
She rose to her feet and I told her to turn around and when she did I ran my
hands up both her legs to her hips and told her to stay like that. Don't move,
I said, and slowly inched the pantyhose down to her knees so that her wet
pussy and bare ass was exposed. I pressed my face into her ass and then licked
and pressed my tongue in deep. She could barely keep her balance. She moaned,
took a few steps forward. I kept my tongue pressed into her ass and after I
had sucked for a minute or so told her to go to the bed and bend over. She
walked carefully and asked if I wouldn't like to take the pantyhose all the
way off.
You do what I say, I said, and told her to bend over. She did this and I
burrowed my tongue into her ass again and then moved down to her pussy where
it was wet and slick and sweet and I licked and sucked and when she had one
orgasm and then another she begged for me to take off my pants and lay back on
the bed so she could be a really good girl. I want that big cock in my mouth,
she told me.
I climbed onto the bed and told her to pull up her pantyhose and then kneel
beside me and suck my cock until I came. She knelt and sucked and when I came
I told her to dance.
I watched her for a few minutes until I felt hard again and then she moved so
that her ass was over my face and pressed that ass to my lips while she used
her hands and lips to slick down my rock hard cock and make me come again.
end.
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