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I thought the thing up off Eureka last nite was a secret underwater test of one of Apokiliptika's new toys... >>grnins<< I noticed official information on these quakes the past few days (Last night's was like #4 or #5 in the past few days between the Aleutians and Chile) is more scarce than praises for Unca' Fidel...
Any more of those margaritas? SOunds like just the thing for a warm springy day!
Any more of those margaritas? SOunds like just the thing for a warm springy day!
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June issue of Stuff & New Erotica
Hey everyone!
I thought I would hang out for a bit and see what crazy fun is to be had. I have been practicing my poi and a few of my costumes are done.
I am in the JUNE issue of Stuff magazine Pics, interview and all, about 5 pages from the back.
I also just finished another erotic story I hope you like it!
Sorry it's a bit long, but well worth your time.
Kristy's Coffeehouse victim
Written by Kristy Kreme from the "victims" point of view.
I first met Kristy at a coffeehouse two blocks away from my apartment. It's the place I go when I need to relax and take a rest from my stressful, lonely, workaholic life. I say hi to Richard (who knows me as grande carmel macchatio), then I order and sit down at a table close to the window, where I can stare at the people outside without being noticed. I did stare at Kristy for a while. I didn't know her, but I had the impression she was special. She was standing there, playing with her shoe, letting it dangle at the end of her foot, moving it back and forth on the sidewalk, taking it off, massaging her foot for a while, putting it on again, starting it all over with the other one. She was obviously waiting for someone.
There were a couple of times when I thought she had looked at me, even if that was almost impossible: the glass between us was transparent from inside, but darkly tinted from outside.
Finally, after a while, she came into the coffeehouse, and went to the register to order a drink. Then she looked around. I knew she would see me staring at her, but I couldn't take my eyes away from her. God she was gorgeous: tall, athletic body, big round-shaped breasts showing under her jacket, firm ass pressed by a tiny skirt, long toned legs ended by her pretty feet in open high heel sandals.
She looked back at me, and started walking across the room. She was obviously coming to my table. She looked deep in my eyes, said a cold hi and sat down.
-My name is Kristy -she said- and I know we don't know each other, but I'm so pissed off, and I need to talk to somebody.
I made a sign of understanding, and kept silent.
-And I know, by the way you look at me, that you won't mind either.
I smiled and said I didn't mind at all. That it was always a pleasure.
-I know it's a pleasure. Pleasure. What a word, ah?
-Well, yes, it's a funny word.- I said.
-It's more than that. It's powerful. Say it, and you will realize.
I was a bit embarrassed, and a bit turned on.
-Come on, say it.
-Pleasure.
-Say it again.
-Pleasure.
-Don't you feel the power of this word?
She kept looking deep into my eyes. She had bright, sparkling, azure blue eyes, that seemed to glow in the lights of the coffee house.
-Don't you hate it when you have to wait for somebody, and that somebody doesn't appear at all? Pleasure
-What?
-Keep saying it for me, please. I like how it sounds.
-Pleasure. Pleasure. Pleasure...
-That's right. And don't you hate when your feet hurt? -she was showing her bare feet to me, her beautiful arched feet, her small nails were neatly manicured, and her clean soles rubbed against each other.
-My feet
-Pleasure
-Hurt
-Pleasure
-Wouldn't you like to massage them?
-Pleasure. What?
-You don't have to answer. And you know what is the most funny thing? Do you want to know who I was waiting for?
I made a sign with my eyebrows, since I couldn't speak. I was too worried saying "pleasure" over and over again, even if I was feeling so stupid saying it.
-You -she said. At that same moment, she slipped one foot under my trousers, and caressed my legs.
-I've been waiting for you to come out of the coffeehouse, but you wouldn't. So I had to come in for you.
I couldn't think of anything. I couldn't think about how strange all this was. Her foot was walking up my leg, and it was so cold, so, so cold. I felt as if I was being touched by an ice statue. Yet it made my dick grow instantly, hard as ever. That's when she put her other feet on it, just on my dick, and started moving it in circles.
-I've been watching you for like a month, and I've decided that today was the day. Today you will be mine.
Without realizing, I was still saying "pleasure", in a deep low voice, feeling at the same time how I was getting aroused by the contact of both her feet, one in my leg, the other one on my dick rubbing it hard.
-I'm pretty sure you would like to come with me to my place. Won't you?
-Mmmmmh. Pleasure. Yes.
Let's go, then.
There was a strange look of intensity on Richards face when we left.
When we arrived to her place, she laid on the sofa and looked at me. I couldn't think of any image apart from her body, and her sweet cold feet. She took her jacket off, and smiled.
-You can take my shoes off, and kiss my feet.
Those words made me go crazy with anxiety. I knelt in front of her, and started to take her shoes off, with delight. My hands trembled. There they were, so soft, so cold to the touch, so perfect. First, I ran my hands over them, on her soles, around the slender sexy toes, running to the ankle and coming back to the soles again. I put one of them in my mouth. They were still so cold, and they tasted so sweet, like something you could lick forever. Then I tasted the other one, and then both of them. I didn't have enough tongue to lick all that I wanted to lick.
-Look into my eyes now.
I looked up, and saw she was naked. She had the body of a goddess, and the face of a model, and the smile of a princess. I was in love.
-Pleasure. Strip.
I felt so happy to hear her talk to me. I took my clothes off as quickly as possible and stumbled in the process. She laughed a bit, but when I finished, she said pleasure again, and smiled.
-Make love to me, now, the best way you can.
I leaned down on her naked body, without taking my eyes off her, and pressed my body against hers. Suddenly, I was kissing her all over, starting from her head: her soft fleshy lips, her tongue playing with mine, our bodies rubbing against each other. I felt her hot skin on mine, and caressed her with my hands, feeling her move when I touched any of her sensible parts. I then kissed her neck. She moaned and pressed me harder against her. She was still saying "pleasure", moaning it, mumbling it.
My lips walked down her neck, to her round shoulders, and from there to her pale erect tits. I made my tongue run around her nipples, and then stopped my mouth close to them, so that she could feel my breath. I could feel her wanting me to continue, needing me to lick her nipples. I did kiss her nipples, and suck them deep into my mouth, and bite them softly, just caressing them with my teeth. And I moved down again. I was now kissing her stomach. The round form of her belly button. Her sweet flesh around it. I run my hands back to her tits, and up to her neck and mouth, so that she could lick and kiss my fingers.
And then I went even lower, and found the heart just above her blossom, the promised land. I started by kissing the inner part of her thighs, so soft, so ready to be nibbled. I felt her moaning and moving again, knowing that my tongue was so close to her clit. She arched her back, and for the first time I let my fingers explore between her velvety ribbons for her clit. It was so smooth, so wet, so expanded in arousal. I felt it like a juicy peach between my fingers. Then I run my hand down, and passed it all the way along her lips. Pink, sweet, delicate pussy. I put the tip of my fingers in her, and nibbled her thigh again, at the same time. She moaned louder. I knelt, and got ready to lick her.
And that was when it all started to happen again. While I was there, with her pussy in my mouth, I felt her right foot caressing my back and my hip. Up and down, back and forth. It felt really good to have it there, caressing me. I licked harder, with my tongue in her clit and my fingers getting deeper and deeper in her pussy, and she almost screamed. She pressed me down with her feet, trapping me against the bed. I passed my free hand along her leg, up to her waist again, and to her belly. And I licked, and licked, and pressed her pussy upwards with my fingers. I had to keep licking, her feet were ordering me so. And I still licked and licked and licked. And then she came, hard but slowly, like a wave moving her higher and higher, arching her back, making her groan and moan and scream.
There it was. She was done and I wasn't. I thought maybe she was going to leave me like that. I would be happy to please her and get nothing back, but there were ways in which I could feel happier.I sat back to look at her, and smiled. Her feet were now at both sides of me, and I grabbed them like mad. They were so sweet, I needed them so bad.
-Thank you, she said. That felt so good. Now, you are free to do whatever you want.
I felt an unbearable happiness when I heard that. I pressed her feet against me, running them across my chest. I continued to rub her feet, and put one of them close to my mouth. She let me do it, so I kissed it, and licked her sexy toes, one by one, introducing them subtly in my mouth and just touching them with my tongue. I pushed her other foot in the direction of my hard dick, and pressed it tightly against me.
She smiled.
-All right. That's what you want.
And started rubbing me again with her feet on my chest and stomach.
-Do you like it?
-Yesss.
-I know you do... Pleasure.
She laughed, and looked at me deeply. Then I felt both of her feet around my penis, playing with it, rubbing it. I took them between my hands and pressed them, making them take the right shape to fit my cock like a glove, a soft cool flesh glove making it grow bigger and bigger. I felt a tingling that intensified as she caressed it between her arches. I run my hand all over her sensual feet, caressing her ankles, going up her legs, and back down to her sexy smooth feet, which were pumping up and down, up and down, giving me the first footjob of my life.
I leaned down close enough to kiss her and touch her tits and belly again. She smiled at me, and increased the rhythm of movement of her feet. Her soles were firmly pressing my dick, and I was coming close to orgasm. I passed my hand over her clit, and I noticed it was wet again. This was turning her on, too. I tried to stroke her clit again but she took my hand off.
-This is YOUR moment now.
She kissed me, and made me lay down, as she started pumping even stronger than before with her feet, and running her hands over my chest. When I was close enough, she laid on her stomach, and put her feet up behind her, placing them right in front of me. I continued to stimulate my dick with her soles, and masturbated at the same time. I could see all of her body, her ass, her open pussy, her back, and her head turn to smile at me. I could also see that she was slowly touching herself.
I came on her feet, on her beautiful soles. It was the best orgasm in my life, it was like the cold from her feet had come into my blood, and was running through my veins, making me feel pleasure ("pleasure, pleasure, pleasure") in every inch of flesh. I still had her cold feet around my cock. The pleasure was still growing with every movement, and I kept coming on her feet, and she kept smiling and saying "pleasure, pleasure, pleasure" to me, whispering and moaning if softly. I started seeing small stars of light in my eyes, and pleasure turned into pain, but I couldn't stop it. I had to please her. She was still moving her feet back and forth as the room went dark.
I think it was pleasure what made me pass out. Or maybe it wasn't.
When I woke up, I was in my apartment. There was a note on my bed. It just said: "Pleasure".
Chapter 2
I walked to the bathroom, feeling tired as if I hadn't slept at all, or as if I had run a marathon during the night. I had a strange buzz in my head, and felt a terrible need inside me. But need of what? What was it that made me feel that way? The word "pleasure", delicately written on that piece of paper kept coming into my head. I took a shower, but nothing could take that strange sensation of not being myself.
I don't even remember how I made all the way to my office. Suddenly I was there, sitting in front of my desk, looking at all the documents and numbers I had to review during the day. My head was a spinning wheel, and my thoughts were trapped inside it. There was still a low voice in my head, repeating the word "pleasure".
Lucy arrived. She was my secretary. She was about my age, maybe a little younger, and had a good presence, even if she was nothing like a model or an actress. She had a round fleshy body, hardly pressed by clothes two or three sizes smaller than needed. Her face was pretty, a smiling round face with open eyes behind dark glasses, and short dark hair. She was very nice to me, and competent. I had heard in the cafeteria that she had a crush on me, or had had it once. Well, that was not surprising. We spent so much time together, and we share so many worries and confidences during the day, it would have been strange if nothing happened. However, I didn't feel the same way. It was a pity, I thought: things could work quite well between us, we understand each other, we care about each other... But that was it. And if somebody told me that secretly I was in love with her, I would have laughed in their face.
-Good morning, Lucy, how are you feeling today?
-Fine, thanks. What about you?
-Not that well, to tell the truth.
-I'm sorry to hear that. anything I can do to help?
-No, Lucy, thanks. Let's get started, and it will get better by itself, I'm sure.
-Ok, see you later. She said before heading back to her desk.
I tried to concentrate on the work, but still, couldn't. The voice in my head, the buzzing, the dizziness, and the image of some nude girl I didn't remembered knowing kept driving me off my work. Maybe I should tell Lucy that I wasn't feeling better, and go home.
But then something else distracted me. Lucy had the custom of taking her normal street shoes off in the office, and putting some old slippers on, to be more comfortable while working. I had told her that she didn't look quite professional in slippers, but she had laughed at me, and told me that nobody would realize it. What kind of a pervert looks at a girls feet under the table?
I had never noticed when Lucy changed shoes. Or, if I noticed, I didn't give any importance to it. But today I was absolutely enthralled with her habit. I saw her take one shoe off, and then grab her foot to massage it a bit, and move her toes in the air, under the stockings. I saw her take the other one off too, and then rest there for a while, letting her feet rest on the carpet. I couldn't believe I had never realized what a marvelous spectacle that was. I couldn't look anywhere else. The voice in my head was speaking louder now. It said: pleasure, pleasure, pleasure.
My hands were trembling when I pressed the button to call her.
-Lucy, could you come in, please?
I saw her react, first with surprise, and then, seeing my face of anxiety, with fear. She tried to put her shoes back on, but couldn't. So she decided to come to my office with bare feet, walking on the end of her toes.
-What's up? is there anything wrong? are you Ok?
I couldn't take my eyes away from her feet. They were so full, so desirable, so lusty. The voice in my head started again. "Pleasure, pleasure, pleasure". It was growing louder. I felt the buzz grow too, and started feeling dizzy. Suddenly, I could see the image of a young woman, who I immediately recognized: it was Kristy, from the coffeehouse. I could remember her now. I could remember her and the pleasure, pleasure, pleasure. And her feet. All female feet. And the pleasure. I closed my eyes, but it was worse. The image was clearer now. The woman in my head was chanting for me. "Worship her feet, she said"
When I opened my eyes, I was kneeling in front of Lucy, embracing her feet, her legs, pressing myself against her.
She squirmed and tried to escape, but I retained her even stronger.
-No, Lucy, please don't go. I need you.
She must have thought that was a declaration of love or something. The next thing I saw was a smile on her face. I recognized that type naughty grin and began to rub myself against her body, which was all trembling under her clothes. I pulled her from the waist of the trousers and made her lay down with me, on the floor of the office. "Pleasure, pleasure, pleasure", was all I heard.
I put her legs on my shoulders, with her feet so close to my face I could smell them, and feel their touch in my ears. I started taking her trousers off. She helped me. It was obvious that she really had a crush on me. When I was taking her trousers off, I made her feet rub my face, and come close to my chest. They were a delicious thing: pale, almost white, clean, ready for me to suck. And I did. At the same time, I was running my hands up her body, to unbutton her shirt. She was looking at me through her glasses, still smiling and starting to feel more confident.
She made me turn, and lay on my back. She was taking her bra off. She had big breasts, with deep rosy nipples. I run my hands on them, and felt the touch of her soft skin, reacting to my touch. she was still looking at me, and suddenly kissed me deeply. She started taking my clothes off, rubbing her body against me. Then, she sat on my chest, and kissed me again. I could feel the wetness inside her panties, and the heat invading all her skin. The voice: "worship her feet. Pleasure, pleasure, pleasure"
-Pleasure, pleasure...
-Yes, she said, in between the moans and the kisses.
I took her by the hips and made her turn, facing the other way. She tried to complain.
-I like it this way, Lucy.
That calmed her. Now she was sitting on me, but looking to the wall. I could see her round ass and her arched back, and, of course, her feet at both sides of me. I started caressing them again, her pink soles were getting sweaty. Her toes, her aches, her ankles. I pressed them against my hips. She was moving back and forth, now. And then, she grabbed my penis and got it ready to penetrate her pussy. I rubbed her feet once again, and she screamed as I entered her. My dick was pressing deeper and deeper inside her. She pulled off and let me slide my cock between her ass cheeks every other stroke.
Her ass was so tight against my cock. Her movements were slow at the beginning, and then she increased the rhythm. In this position my dick was touching her in places that normally keep untouched. And she was liking it.
-Pleasure, pleasure, pleasure.
This time she didn't ask. She was too worried moving her body, moving her waist round, up and down, back and forth. I was going crazy
-Pleasure, pleasure, pleasure...
I grabbed one foot and took it to my mouth. I had her toes close to my tongue, and started licking them, and the space between them. She was moaning with every movement. I was moaning with every toe I sucked. Then I passed to the sole. She was moving really fast now, probably getting close to orgasm as her clit rubbed against the front of me. The other foot was on the floor, touching my shoulder, and also moving back and forth with the rest of her body.
And I licked her foot again, I nibbled the tips of her toes, and she was trembling now, and I was trembling, and the voice was screaming in my head ("pleasure, feet, pleasure, pleasure, worship"), and I started to see the sparkling lights again in my eyes, and when her body started to shake on me I knew she was getting to orgasm, and I sucked her foot until I felt it swell in my mouth. Then I rolled her onto her back and rubbed her other foot tightly against me. And I came, and she came, and the pleasure, pleasure, pleasure made me spasm, and I couldn't breath, and the image of Kristy appeared in my head again.
Lucy was laying close to me on the floor of the office.
-I've been waiting for this for so long... -she said.
Chapter 3
It was hard to get away from Lucy. I told her that I was feeling dizzy again.
-Don't worry, it will probably be a common cold, the typical spring allergies or something.
-But... but... What has just happened?
PLEASURE!
My head was aching now. Without answering, I walked out of the office. When I breathed open air I started to feel a bit better. I couldn't think about anything. Without realizing, I was on my way home. I wanted to take a shower, I wanted to sleep, I wanted to forget about everything and go back in time to the day before I met Kristy, before all this started and find that time when I still possessed my sanity.
But when I arrived, somebody had different plans for me.
The voice in my head started to mumble again: pleasure, pleasure, pleasure. I felt a shock, and fell on the bed. I was seeing lights in my eyes again. And for some reason, I KNEW I had to turn the TV on.
There was porn on. How could that be, porn at 11 in the morning?
But it wasn't just regular porn. When I looked again I recognized Kristy and Lucy, playing with each other on a pink double bed. They were laughing, looking at me, and kissing each other on the lips, the neck, the nipples. Kristy looked even more gorgeous than the day at the coffeehouse. Lucy had a luscious look I had never seen on her before. They were both wearing black semi-transparent nighties.
Kristy was now on Lucy, straddling her belly, and kissing her deep. Lucy was moaning, and trembling under Kristy's caresses. Kristy started to take her nightie off, and so did Lucy. Their bodies were sparkling, covered with some kind of oil. Kristy kissed Lucy again, and then made the way down her body. She ran her mouth down Lucy's neck, and to her shoulders, biting them. Her hands were caressing Lucy's nipples, and soon her lips were too. With one hand, Kristy started to masturbate Lucy, who laid there, moaning, closing her eyes to pleasure
pleasure
pleasure
and arching her back with every movement of Kristy's mouth and hand.
Kristy had her head between Lucy's legs now. Lucy's moans increased. Kristy's tongue seemed to disappear completely inside Lucy's cunt, then to come out and focus on the clit, and go deep in again. She was running her hands all over Lucy's body.
And then focused on the legs: starting at the hip, her tongue run down to the knee, while her hands pressed the thighs hard, squeezing them around her head . Lucy screamed, and laughed, and moaned. Kristy was now getting down to the ankle, in which Lucy had a sparkling golden bracelet (which I'm sure wasn't there this morning). And then started kissing her foot, massaging it, licking her toes one by one. She pressed the sole firmly, and at the same time run her tongue softly between the toes, and sucked them into her mouth.
I realized then that Lucy's other feet was caressing Kristy's pussy, back and forth, pushing it up, massaging the clit. It was driving me crazy, and Kristy too, it seemed. She was biting Lucy's feet and trembling, and moving frantically back and forth, trying to coordinate her movements with those of Lucy's feet.
It was Kristy who calmed down and let Lucy get control for a while. Lucy started kissing Kristy's feet again, while Kristy sucked on Lucy's, fleshy, sensual ones. The were pressed against each other, rubbing their bodies and groaning with pleasure
pleasure
pleasure
with every new toe they sucked and licked and kissed.
Lucy smiled, and got her feet close to Kristy's pussy. They were still covered with oil, and I was about to know the reason: with one foot, Lucy kept massaging Kristy's clit, while the other one thrust into Kristy's pussy, deep into it, and out, and in again. Kristy screamed with violence. But it was a pleasure
pleasure
pleasure
scream, not a pain one. Lucy brought Kristy's feet to her tits, and caressed them. Her big nipples were so erect they seemed like needles more than nipples. Kristy was pulling them with her toes, and pressing them hard again with her soles.
Lucy's feet kept pushing deeper and deeper with every new movement. IT wasn't just oil that covered them. Kristy's juices were drenching them too. Her moans and groans and screams of pleasure kept increasing, far higher than most orgasmic sounds.
They changed positions again. They were now crossing their bodies, making their pussies rub against each other, and lying down so that they could still lick each others feet. They were moving back and forth, pushing, pressing, throwing their bodies together and feeling the rushes of heat.
pleasure
pleasure
minute by minute.
Lucy had Kristy's long soft feet on her face, and was sucking them like crazy, kissing her soft lovely soles. Kristy was licking Lucy's tasteful toes like ice cream on a hot summer day, and massaging her own clit.
They both got to orgasm at about the same time. Holding each others feet with their hands, and rubbing their juicy flesh at an incredible speed, they arched and made their bodies spasm for the last time, and then started trembling against each other back and forth, up and down, like wild creatures. They were screaming big crazy moans of pleasure
pleasure
pleasure
and closing their eyes because they couldn't keep them open because of the pleasure
pleasure
pleasure
And without realizing it, I was cumming too, on my own bed, masturbating with all those images. It was so intense I felt I was almost with them, and that their hands were on me, and that their feet were in my mouth and their pussies around my cock... I started to see the lights again.
When I opened my eyes, Lucy and Janine were lying on the bed, looking at me.
-This is what you want -said Lucy-. This is what you need. This is your true life if you only ask.
And Kristy said:
-You are getting closer, my pet, you are doing good.
Then the screen went black, and I fell asleep.
Kisses, Kristy Kreme
I thought I would hang out for a bit and see what crazy fun is to be had. I have been practicing my poi and a few of my costumes are done.
I am in the JUNE issue of Stuff magazine Pics, interview and all, about 5 pages from the back.
I also just finished another erotic story I hope you like it!
Sorry it's a bit long, but well worth your time.
Kristy's Coffeehouse victim
Written by Kristy Kreme from the "victims" point of view.
I first met Kristy at a coffeehouse two blocks away from my apartment. It's the place I go when I need to relax and take a rest from my stressful, lonely, workaholic life. I say hi to Richard (who knows me as grande carmel macchatio), then I order and sit down at a table close to the window, where I can stare at the people outside without being noticed. I did stare at Kristy for a while. I didn't know her, but I had the impression she was special. She was standing there, playing with her shoe, letting it dangle at the end of her foot, moving it back and forth on the sidewalk, taking it off, massaging her foot for a while, putting it on again, starting it all over with the other one. She was obviously waiting for someone.
There were a couple of times when I thought she had looked at me, even if that was almost impossible: the glass between us was transparent from inside, but darkly tinted from outside.
Finally, after a while, she came into the coffeehouse, and went to the register to order a drink. Then she looked around. I knew she would see me staring at her, but I couldn't take my eyes away from her. God she was gorgeous: tall, athletic body, big round-shaped breasts showing under her jacket, firm ass pressed by a tiny skirt, long toned legs ended by her pretty feet in open high heel sandals.
She looked back at me, and started walking across the room. She was obviously coming to my table. She looked deep in my eyes, said a cold hi and sat down.
-My name is Kristy -she said- and I know we don't know each other, but I'm so pissed off, and I need to talk to somebody.
I made a sign of understanding, and kept silent.
-And I know, by the way you look at me, that you won't mind either.
I smiled and said I didn't mind at all. That it was always a pleasure.
-I know it's a pleasure. Pleasure. What a word, ah?
-Well, yes, it's a funny word.- I said.
-It's more than that. It's powerful. Say it, and you will realize.
I was a bit embarrassed, and a bit turned on.
-Come on, say it.
-Pleasure.
-Say it again.
-Pleasure.
-Don't you feel the power of this word?
She kept looking deep into my eyes. She had bright, sparkling, azure blue eyes, that seemed to glow in the lights of the coffee house.
-Don't you hate it when you have to wait for somebody, and that somebody doesn't appear at all? Pleasure
-What?
-Keep saying it for me, please. I like how it sounds.
-Pleasure. Pleasure. Pleasure...
-That's right. And don't you hate when your feet hurt? -she was showing her bare feet to me, her beautiful arched feet, her small nails were neatly manicured, and her clean soles rubbed against each other.
-My feet
-Pleasure
-Hurt
-Pleasure
-Wouldn't you like to massage them?
-Pleasure. What?
-You don't have to answer. And you know what is the most funny thing? Do you want to know who I was waiting for?
I made a sign with my eyebrows, since I couldn't speak. I was too worried saying "pleasure" over and over again, even if I was feeling so stupid saying it.
-You -she said. At that same moment, she slipped one foot under my trousers, and caressed my legs.
-I've been waiting for you to come out of the coffeehouse, but you wouldn't. So I had to come in for you.
I couldn't think of anything. I couldn't think about how strange all this was. Her foot was walking up my leg, and it was so cold, so, so cold. I felt as if I was being touched by an ice statue. Yet it made my dick grow instantly, hard as ever. That's when she put her other feet on it, just on my dick, and started moving it in circles.
-I've been watching you for like a month, and I've decided that today was the day. Today you will be mine.
Without realizing, I was still saying "pleasure", in a deep low voice, feeling at the same time how I was getting aroused by the contact of both her feet, one in my leg, the other one on my dick rubbing it hard.
-I'm pretty sure you would like to come with me to my place. Won't you?
-Mmmmmh. Pleasure. Yes.
Let's go, then.
There was a strange look of intensity on Richards face when we left.
When we arrived to her place, she laid on the sofa and looked at me. I couldn't think of any image apart from her body, and her sweet cold feet. She took her jacket off, and smiled.
-You can take my shoes off, and kiss my feet.
Those words made me go crazy with anxiety. I knelt in front of her, and started to take her shoes off, with delight. My hands trembled. There they were, so soft, so cold to the touch, so perfect. First, I ran my hands over them, on her soles, around the slender sexy toes, running to the ankle and coming back to the soles again. I put one of them in my mouth. They were still so cold, and they tasted so sweet, like something you could lick forever. Then I tasted the other one, and then both of them. I didn't have enough tongue to lick all that I wanted to lick.
-Look into my eyes now.
I looked up, and saw she was naked. She had the body of a goddess, and the face of a model, and the smile of a princess. I was in love.
-Pleasure. Strip.
I felt so happy to hear her talk to me. I took my clothes off as quickly as possible and stumbled in the process. She laughed a bit, but when I finished, she said pleasure again, and smiled.
-Make love to me, now, the best way you can.
I leaned down on her naked body, without taking my eyes off her, and pressed my body against hers. Suddenly, I was kissing her all over, starting from her head: her soft fleshy lips, her tongue playing with mine, our bodies rubbing against each other. I felt her hot skin on mine, and caressed her with my hands, feeling her move when I touched any of her sensible parts. I then kissed her neck. She moaned and pressed me harder against her. She was still saying "pleasure", moaning it, mumbling it.
My lips walked down her neck, to her round shoulders, and from there to her pale erect tits. I made my tongue run around her nipples, and then stopped my mouth close to them, so that she could feel my breath. I could feel her wanting me to continue, needing me to lick her nipples. I did kiss her nipples, and suck them deep into my mouth, and bite them softly, just caressing them with my teeth. And I moved down again. I was now kissing her stomach. The round form of her belly button. Her sweet flesh around it. I run my hands back to her tits, and up to her neck and mouth, so that she could lick and kiss my fingers.
And then I went even lower, and found the heart just above her blossom, the promised land. I started by kissing the inner part of her thighs, so soft, so ready to be nibbled. I felt her moaning and moving again, knowing that my tongue was so close to her clit. She arched her back, and for the first time I let my fingers explore between her velvety ribbons for her clit. It was so smooth, so wet, so expanded in arousal. I felt it like a juicy peach between my fingers. Then I run my hand down, and passed it all the way along her lips. Pink, sweet, delicate pussy. I put the tip of my fingers in her, and nibbled her thigh again, at the same time. She moaned louder. I knelt, and got ready to lick her.
And that was when it all started to happen again. While I was there, with her pussy in my mouth, I felt her right foot caressing my back and my hip. Up and down, back and forth. It felt really good to have it there, caressing me. I licked harder, with my tongue in her clit and my fingers getting deeper and deeper in her pussy, and she almost screamed. She pressed me down with her feet, trapping me against the bed. I passed my free hand along her leg, up to her waist again, and to her belly. And I licked, and licked, and pressed her pussy upwards with my fingers. I had to keep licking, her feet were ordering me so. And I still licked and licked and licked. And then she came, hard but slowly, like a wave moving her higher and higher, arching her back, making her groan and moan and scream.
There it was. She was done and I wasn't. I thought maybe she was going to leave me like that. I would be happy to please her and get nothing back, but there were ways in which I could feel happier.I sat back to look at her, and smiled. Her feet were now at both sides of me, and I grabbed them like mad. They were so sweet, I needed them so bad.
-Thank you, she said. That felt so good. Now, you are free to do whatever you want.
I felt an unbearable happiness when I heard that. I pressed her feet against me, running them across my chest. I continued to rub her feet, and put one of them close to my mouth. She let me do it, so I kissed it, and licked her sexy toes, one by one, introducing them subtly in my mouth and just touching them with my tongue. I pushed her other foot in the direction of my hard dick, and pressed it tightly against me.
She smiled.
-All right. That's what you want.
And started rubbing me again with her feet on my chest and stomach.
-Do you like it?
-Yesss.
-I know you do... Pleasure.
She laughed, and looked at me deeply. Then I felt both of her feet around my penis, playing with it, rubbing it. I took them between my hands and pressed them, making them take the right shape to fit my cock like a glove, a soft cool flesh glove making it grow bigger and bigger. I felt a tingling that intensified as she caressed it between her arches. I run my hand all over her sensual feet, caressing her ankles, going up her legs, and back down to her sexy smooth feet, which were pumping up and down, up and down, giving me the first footjob of my life.
I leaned down close enough to kiss her and touch her tits and belly again. She smiled at me, and increased the rhythm of movement of her feet. Her soles were firmly pressing my dick, and I was coming close to orgasm. I passed my hand over her clit, and I noticed it was wet again. This was turning her on, too. I tried to stroke her clit again but she took my hand off.
-This is YOUR moment now.
She kissed me, and made me lay down, as she started pumping even stronger than before with her feet, and running her hands over my chest. When I was close enough, she laid on her stomach, and put her feet up behind her, placing them right in front of me. I continued to stimulate my dick with her soles, and masturbated at the same time. I could see all of her body, her ass, her open pussy, her back, and her head turn to smile at me. I could also see that she was slowly touching herself.
I came on her feet, on her beautiful soles. It was the best orgasm in my life, it was like the cold from her feet had come into my blood, and was running through my veins, making me feel pleasure ("pleasure, pleasure, pleasure") in every inch of flesh. I still had her cold feet around my cock. The pleasure was still growing with every movement, and I kept coming on her feet, and she kept smiling and saying "pleasure, pleasure, pleasure" to me, whispering and moaning if softly. I started seeing small stars of light in my eyes, and pleasure turned into pain, but I couldn't stop it. I had to please her. She was still moving her feet back and forth as the room went dark.
I think it was pleasure what made me pass out. Or maybe it wasn't.
When I woke up, I was in my apartment. There was a note on my bed. It just said: "Pleasure".
Chapter 2
I walked to the bathroom, feeling tired as if I hadn't slept at all, or as if I had run a marathon during the night. I had a strange buzz in my head, and felt a terrible need inside me. But need of what? What was it that made me feel that way? The word "pleasure", delicately written on that piece of paper kept coming into my head. I took a shower, but nothing could take that strange sensation of not being myself.
I don't even remember how I made all the way to my office. Suddenly I was there, sitting in front of my desk, looking at all the documents and numbers I had to review during the day. My head was a spinning wheel, and my thoughts were trapped inside it. There was still a low voice in my head, repeating the word "pleasure".
Lucy arrived. She was my secretary. She was about my age, maybe a little younger, and had a good presence, even if she was nothing like a model or an actress. She had a round fleshy body, hardly pressed by clothes two or three sizes smaller than needed. Her face was pretty, a smiling round face with open eyes behind dark glasses, and short dark hair. She was very nice to me, and competent. I had heard in the cafeteria that she had a crush on me, or had had it once. Well, that was not surprising. We spent so much time together, and we share so many worries and confidences during the day, it would have been strange if nothing happened. However, I didn't feel the same way. It was a pity, I thought: things could work quite well between us, we understand each other, we care about each other... But that was it. And if somebody told me that secretly I was in love with her, I would have laughed in their face.
-Good morning, Lucy, how are you feeling today?
-Fine, thanks. What about you?
-Not that well, to tell the truth.
-I'm sorry to hear that. anything I can do to help?
-No, Lucy, thanks. Let's get started, and it will get better by itself, I'm sure.
-Ok, see you later. She said before heading back to her desk.
I tried to concentrate on the work, but still, couldn't. The voice in my head, the buzzing, the dizziness, and the image of some nude girl I didn't remembered knowing kept driving me off my work. Maybe I should tell Lucy that I wasn't feeling better, and go home.
But then something else distracted me. Lucy had the custom of taking her normal street shoes off in the office, and putting some old slippers on, to be more comfortable while working. I had told her that she didn't look quite professional in slippers, but she had laughed at me, and told me that nobody would realize it. What kind of a pervert looks at a girls feet under the table?
I had never noticed when Lucy changed shoes. Or, if I noticed, I didn't give any importance to it. But today I was absolutely enthralled with her habit. I saw her take one shoe off, and then grab her foot to massage it a bit, and move her toes in the air, under the stockings. I saw her take the other one off too, and then rest there for a while, letting her feet rest on the carpet. I couldn't believe I had never realized what a marvelous spectacle that was. I couldn't look anywhere else. The voice in my head was speaking louder now. It said: pleasure, pleasure, pleasure.
My hands were trembling when I pressed the button to call her.
-Lucy, could you come in, please?
I saw her react, first with surprise, and then, seeing my face of anxiety, with fear. She tried to put her shoes back on, but couldn't. So she decided to come to my office with bare feet, walking on the end of her toes.
-What's up? is there anything wrong? are you Ok?
I couldn't take my eyes away from her feet. They were so full, so desirable, so lusty. The voice in my head started again. "Pleasure, pleasure, pleasure". It was growing louder. I felt the buzz grow too, and started feeling dizzy. Suddenly, I could see the image of a young woman, who I immediately recognized: it was Kristy, from the coffeehouse. I could remember her now. I could remember her and the pleasure, pleasure, pleasure. And her feet. All female feet. And the pleasure. I closed my eyes, but it was worse. The image was clearer now. The woman in my head was chanting for me. "Worship her feet, she said"
When I opened my eyes, I was kneeling in front of Lucy, embracing her feet, her legs, pressing myself against her.
She squirmed and tried to escape, but I retained her even stronger.
-No, Lucy, please don't go. I need you.
She must have thought that was a declaration of love or something. The next thing I saw was a smile on her face. I recognized that type naughty grin and began to rub myself against her body, which was all trembling under her clothes. I pulled her from the waist of the trousers and made her lay down with me, on the floor of the office. "Pleasure, pleasure, pleasure", was all I heard.
I put her legs on my shoulders, with her feet so close to my face I could smell them, and feel their touch in my ears. I started taking her trousers off. She helped me. It was obvious that she really had a crush on me. When I was taking her trousers off, I made her feet rub my face, and come close to my chest. They were a delicious thing: pale, almost white, clean, ready for me to suck. And I did. At the same time, I was running my hands up her body, to unbutton her shirt. She was looking at me through her glasses, still smiling and starting to feel more confident.
She made me turn, and lay on my back. She was taking her bra off. She had big breasts, with deep rosy nipples. I run my hands on them, and felt the touch of her soft skin, reacting to my touch. she was still looking at me, and suddenly kissed me deeply. She started taking my clothes off, rubbing her body against me. Then, she sat on my chest, and kissed me again. I could feel the wetness inside her panties, and the heat invading all her skin. The voice: "worship her feet. Pleasure, pleasure, pleasure"
-Pleasure, pleasure...
-Yes, she said, in between the moans and the kisses.
I took her by the hips and made her turn, facing the other way. She tried to complain.
-I like it this way, Lucy.
That calmed her. Now she was sitting on me, but looking to the wall. I could see her round ass and her arched back, and, of course, her feet at both sides of me. I started caressing them again, her pink soles were getting sweaty. Her toes, her aches, her ankles. I pressed them against my hips. She was moving back and forth, now. And then, she grabbed my penis and got it ready to penetrate her pussy. I rubbed her feet once again, and she screamed as I entered her. My dick was pressing deeper and deeper inside her. She pulled off and let me slide my cock between her ass cheeks every other stroke.
Her ass was so tight against my cock. Her movements were slow at the beginning, and then she increased the rhythm. In this position my dick was touching her in places that normally keep untouched. And she was liking it.
-Pleasure, pleasure, pleasure.
This time she didn't ask. She was too worried moving her body, moving her waist round, up and down, back and forth. I was going crazy
-Pleasure, pleasure, pleasure...
I grabbed one foot and took it to my mouth. I had her toes close to my tongue, and started licking them, and the space between them. She was moaning with every movement. I was moaning with every toe I sucked. Then I passed to the sole. She was moving really fast now, probably getting close to orgasm as her clit rubbed against the front of me. The other foot was on the floor, touching my shoulder, and also moving back and forth with the rest of her body.
And I licked her foot again, I nibbled the tips of her toes, and she was trembling now, and I was trembling, and the voice was screaming in my head ("pleasure, feet, pleasure, pleasure, worship"), and I started to see the sparkling lights again in my eyes, and when her body started to shake on me I knew she was getting to orgasm, and I sucked her foot until I felt it swell in my mouth. Then I rolled her onto her back and rubbed her other foot tightly against me. And I came, and she came, and the pleasure, pleasure, pleasure made me spasm, and I couldn't breath, and the image of Kristy appeared in my head again.
Lucy was laying close to me on the floor of the office.
-I've been waiting for this for so long... -she said.
Chapter 3
It was hard to get away from Lucy. I told her that I was feeling dizzy again.
-Don't worry, it will probably be a common cold, the typical spring allergies or something.
-But... but... What has just happened?
PLEASURE!
My head was aching now. Without answering, I walked out of the office. When I breathed open air I started to feel a bit better. I couldn't think about anything. Without realizing, I was on my way home. I wanted to take a shower, I wanted to sleep, I wanted to forget about everything and go back in time to the day before I met Kristy, before all this started and find that time when I still possessed my sanity.
But when I arrived, somebody had different plans for me.
The voice in my head started to mumble again: pleasure, pleasure, pleasure. I felt a shock, and fell on the bed. I was seeing lights in my eyes again. And for some reason, I KNEW I had to turn the TV on.
There was porn on. How could that be, porn at 11 in the morning?
But it wasn't just regular porn. When I looked again I recognized Kristy and Lucy, playing with each other on a pink double bed. They were laughing, looking at me, and kissing each other on the lips, the neck, the nipples. Kristy looked even more gorgeous than the day at the coffeehouse. Lucy had a luscious look I had never seen on her before. They were both wearing black semi-transparent nighties.
Kristy was now on Lucy, straddling her belly, and kissing her deep. Lucy was moaning, and trembling under Kristy's caresses. Kristy started to take her nightie off, and so did Lucy. Their bodies were sparkling, covered with some kind of oil. Kristy kissed Lucy again, and then made the way down her body. She ran her mouth down Lucy's neck, and to her shoulders, biting them. Her hands were caressing Lucy's nipples, and soon her lips were too. With one hand, Kristy started to masturbate Lucy, who laid there, moaning, closing her eyes to pleasure
pleasure
pleasure
and arching her back with every movement of Kristy's mouth and hand.
Kristy had her head between Lucy's legs now. Lucy's moans increased. Kristy's tongue seemed to disappear completely inside Lucy's cunt, then to come out and focus on the clit, and go deep in again. She was running her hands all over Lucy's body.
And then focused on the legs: starting at the hip, her tongue run down to the knee, while her hands pressed the thighs hard, squeezing them around her head . Lucy screamed, and laughed, and moaned. Kristy was now getting down to the ankle, in which Lucy had a sparkling golden bracelet (which I'm sure wasn't there this morning). And then started kissing her foot, massaging it, licking her toes one by one. She pressed the sole firmly, and at the same time run her tongue softly between the toes, and sucked them into her mouth.
I realized then that Lucy's other feet was caressing Kristy's pussy, back and forth, pushing it up, massaging the clit. It was driving me crazy, and Kristy too, it seemed. She was biting Lucy's feet and trembling, and moving frantically back and forth, trying to coordinate her movements with those of Lucy's feet.
It was Kristy who calmed down and let Lucy get control for a while. Lucy started kissing Kristy's feet again, while Kristy sucked on Lucy's, fleshy, sensual ones. The were pressed against each other, rubbing their bodies and groaning with pleasure
pleasure
pleasure
with every new toe they sucked and licked and kissed.
Lucy smiled, and got her feet close to Kristy's pussy. They were still covered with oil, and I was about to know the reason: with one foot, Lucy kept massaging Kristy's clit, while the other one thrust into Kristy's pussy, deep into it, and out, and in again. Kristy screamed with violence. But it was a pleasure
pleasure
pleasure
scream, not a pain one. Lucy brought Kristy's feet to her tits, and caressed them. Her big nipples were so erect they seemed like needles more than nipples. Kristy was pulling them with her toes, and pressing them hard again with her soles.
Lucy's feet kept pushing deeper and deeper with every new movement. IT wasn't just oil that covered them. Kristy's juices were drenching them too. Her moans and groans and screams of pleasure kept increasing, far higher than most orgasmic sounds.
They changed positions again. They were now crossing their bodies, making their pussies rub against each other, and lying down so that they could still lick each others feet. They were moving back and forth, pushing, pressing, throwing their bodies together and feeling the rushes of heat.
pleasure
pleasure
minute by minute.
Lucy had Kristy's long soft feet on her face, and was sucking them like crazy, kissing her soft lovely soles. Kristy was licking Lucy's tasteful toes like ice cream on a hot summer day, and massaging her own clit.
They both got to orgasm at about the same time. Holding each others feet with their hands, and rubbing their juicy flesh at an incredible speed, they arched and made their bodies spasm for the last time, and then started trembling against each other back and forth, up and down, like wild creatures. They were screaming big crazy moans of pleasure
pleasure
pleasure
and closing their eyes because they couldn't keep them open because of the pleasure
pleasure
pleasure
And without realizing it, I was cumming too, on my own bed, masturbating with all those images. It was so intense I felt I was almost with them, and that their hands were on me, and that their feet were in my mouth and their pussies around my cock... I started to see the lights again.
When I opened my eyes, Lucy and Janine were lying on the bed, looking at me.
-This is what you want -said Lucy-. This is what you need. This is your true life if you only ask.
And Kristy said:
-You are getting closer, my pet, you are doing good.
Then the screen went black, and I fell asleep.
Kisses, Kristy Kreme
"And in the flames...her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire"
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Looks awesome! Thanks, hon!
(Takes a swig of the Sunrise, and picks up copy of what appears to be a slightly wrinkled and well-handled manuscript off the far edge of the bar...)
Hmmm... what's this? A copy of the Black Rock Beacon? Hmmm, no... "Kristy's Coffeehouse victim"? THIS could be interesting. Crime drama? Horror story?....
(peruses through the pages, stopping to sip the Sunrise a few times along the way...)
Oooh!!! Interrogation Training Materials. Must be out of the Kantina. Very nicely done...
Hey, Sputnik, that Sunrise was awesome... I think I need another, tho, after reading that! >>grins<<
(Takes a swig of the Sunrise, and picks up copy of what appears to be a slightly wrinkled and well-handled manuscript off the far edge of the bar...)
Hmmm... what's this? A copy of the Black Rock Beacon? Hmmm, no... "Kristy's Coffeehouse victim"? THIS could be interesting. Crime drama? Horror story?....
(peruses through the pages, stopping to sip the Sunrise a few times along the way...)
Oooh!!! Interrogation Training Materials. Must be out of the Kantina. Very nicely done...
Hey, Sputnik, that Sunrise was awesome... I think I need another, tho, after reading that! >>grins<<
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