I ran my open palm tenderly along her bare sole. It was soft and warm, without a bit of callous, even at the heel. I imagined how it would feel rubbing against my balls and my stiff cock.
“Gee, is a foot massage included as part of the service here?” the girl asked in a smart-ass voice. Her friend giggled. I went red-faced with embarrassment. I had thought I was being subtle.
“I’m sorry,” I said, taking my hands away quickly. The girl surprised me by lifting her leg and putting her foot near my face. Because I was on a low stool, I could see right up her dress to her pussy lips. She wasn’t wearing panties.
“Aww, I didn’t mean to be nasty,” she said. “Do you want to kiss my pretty foot? I’ll bet you do, don’t you?”
My heart was pounding like a jackhammer. I’d only been in business half an hour and already was living out one of my most cherished fantasies. I took a quick look around. The two girls still were the only customers in the store.
“I’d love to,” I whimpered, hoping it was not a cruel joke.
“Annie, stop it,” the girl’s friend said. “You’re being creepy.”
“You’ve obviously never had a guy make love to your feet,” Annie said, rubbing her big toe along my jawline. “There’s nothing like it.” To me she said, “Go ahead, show my friend how much you like the taste of a lady’s pretty foot.”
I put my mouth over all of Annie’s toes at once. I ran my tongue between them. They tasted of sweat and nail polish and tangy sandal leather. My hands went to her firm calf. I fought the urge to run my hands all the way up to her silky thighs.
Annie’s friend’s eyes were open wide with shock. She said, “Jesus, Annie, you don’t even know this guy’s name!”
Annie ignored her. She slipped off her other sandal, so she could put both of her feet in my face. “You like that, don’t you?” she said, wiggling her toes in my mouth. She winked at her friend, then added, “I’ll bet you have shoes here my girlfriend and I would love, don’t you?”
I nodded and mumbled, “Mmm-hmmm.” My dick was pounding.
“Go on, Holly,” Annie said. “Rub his face a little with your feet. Give the nice man a whiff to remember you by.”
Holly slowly slipped off her sandals and raised a foot to my cheek. I kissed it, inhaling deeply. Pre-come oozed out of my cock. Then Annie’s foot was back in my face, wanting more attention. As I was about to take her toes in my mouth again, she pulled her foot away. She put a hand on Holly’s leg to indicate that Holly should do the same.
I looked at the girls confused. Annie wiped her saliva-wet toes down the front of my shirt. “I think that’s enough for right now. We’re in kind of a hurry.”
I gave them each two pairs of shoes. I had received something in exchange more important to me than money. My dealings with other customers that week never reached the same intensity as that encounter. Still, even the most innocent transactions were enough to make me glad I had opened my store. I loved the moment when a woman slipped off her shoes in front of me. The sight of a tapering foot and its dainty toes was as erotic to my eyes as a wide-open pink pussy is to most men. Even if the foot was encased in nylon or a cotton sock, merely seeing her shoe come off was enough to excite me.
Some customers watched me with smug smiles as I massaged their calves and caressed their feet. When there were no other customers around, they sometimes ran their toes along my cheek. None were as exciting as Annie and Holly, though. They came back a week after the grand opening. Holly looked slightly embarrassed, but Annie was as cocky and self-confident as before. I knew that Annie planned to earn more merchandise, and Holly seemed willing to play along too. I guess like any women she loved getting new shoes.
It was nearly closing time. Annie and Holly lingered while I attended to my only other customer, a cocktail waitress who had asked for “the tallest heels you’ve got.” She had oversize tits and a movie-star face, and any other night I’d have tried getting footsie-friendly with her. But all I could think about was Annie and Holly. They were sure things.
Finally, I rang up the blonde and watched her leave. Annie calmly turned the front-door sign around so it said “Closed.” She smiled at me naughtily. “We like getting personal attention,” he said. “Hope you don’t mind.”
My throat felt tight. “Not at all. Please, sit over here,” I said, directing them to an alcove that was out of sight of the front windows. Annie gave Holly a conspiratorial smile and sat down. Holly took a seat beside her. She looked away when Annie hooked a leg over an arm of her chair. Her skirt was short enough that her whole pussy was exposed that way. I caught my breath.
“Some of our sorority sisters heard how generous you are to your special friends,” Annie said. She placed a hand near her crotch. “Do you think we could help them tonight?” As if doing it unconsciously, she rubbed her pussy’s mound with her fingertips. “I’ll give you a long taste of something that I know you like.”
She extended a leg toward me and wiggled her toes near my mouth. I was in heaven. I got on my knees and took her proffered leg in both hands. I licked and kissed her foot, her shin, her knee and her thigh. By the time my face was near her crotch, Annie was rubbing her pussy even harder.
That made me happy. Maybe she was taking advantage just a bit of my “special interest.” Still, she was getting some pleasure too! She seemed completely oblivious to the fact that Holly was sitting right beside her. I thought it was wonderfully kinky that Annie did not have any hang-ups about doing this kind of thing in front of another girl.
I screwed up my courage and said sheepishly, “I want to take out my cock. Would that be all right?”
“Well, that’s really no business of mine, is it?” Annie said coyly.
“God, this is too much,” Holly said, getting to her feet. “I’m going back to the car.” She ran out the door.
Annie and I watched her go. Then Annie looked back at me. “I just hope you won’t get any, uh, stuff on me, if you know what I mean.”
I nodded. I took out my dick and kept it in my fist while I licked her legs. She used her fingertips to paint some of her pussy cream down her inner thigh.
“Wouldn’t you like to lick it up?” she said. Tasting Annie’s cunt juice on her bare leg put me over the edge. Being careful not to shoot any semen on her, I pumped it on the burgundy carpet between her legs.
She opened her purse. “It happens that my friends were in here earlier this week,” she said, digging a list out of the purse and handing it to me. “These are the styles and sizes they hoped you could spare for them.”
I found everything on the list in the back room and packed it all in shopping bags, which I carried to Annie’s car. Holly was waiting in the passenger seat. As they drove off, Annie waved breezily.
Now, on my last day of business, as I stared out the store window, I knew my freebies-for-footsie policy had ruined me. Word had gotten around campus about my weakness for legs. I was surprised at how many beautiful, innocent-looking college girls turned out to be willing to let me indulge my “special interest.” Dozens of them had let me service them over that year and a half. But I never forgot Annie and her shy friend, maybe because they were my first “special” customers.
Annie and Holly graduated last May, and I hadn’t seen them since. I sighed and glanced wistfully toward the alcove where I had tended to them. I was staring and remembering when the tinkle of the bell over my front door made me turn back around. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw who had walked in.
“We were in town for Homecoming Week and heard you were closing,” Annie said. “We thought we’d come over and give you a special going-away present.” She looked as delicious as ever. The hem of her skirt was obscenely short, and her patent-leather high heels looked brand-new. Holly had on a pair of sling-back pumps. From the look on her face, I could tell that this visit was Annie’s idea.
Annie told Holly to turn the “Closed” sign around. Then Annie walked over to the out-of-sight alcove. “Why d
on’t you lie down on the carpet?” she said. That surprised me, but I quickly did so.
Then Annie said to Holly, “Now, sweetie, take your skirt off and show him your surprise.”
Unenthusiastically, Holly unzipped the back of her skirt slipped it down her hips and stepped out of it. She was not wearing panties. Her pubic hair was trimmed very close. It was clear that she was doing this for her friend, not for me. I was more certain than ever that they were lovers, and that Annie had the upper hand in their relationship.
Annie removed her own skirt. She was not wearing panties, either. Her pubic bush was thicker and darker than Holly’s. I reached for my crotch as I looked up at them standing above me. Annie put a foot on either side of my head, and positioned Holly so she was standing with a foot on either side of my torso, facing Annie. I had a perfect view up between their legs.
Annie reached between Holly’s thighs to massage her cunt. I saw two of Annie’s fingers go inside Holly’s pussy. Annie fucked them in and out of that little pink hole. Holly stepped closer to Annie, so their bodies rubbed together. She reached for Annie’s crotch.
I whimpered with lust. Now I understood why Holly had been so reluctant way back when about letting me make love to her legs. She was all Annie’s. She was strictly a girl’s girl. I was so turned on that I had to do something even if it wasn’t part of the action Annie had planned for us.
I turned my head sideways and tentatively kissed the top of Annie’s left foot. She didn’t seem to mind! I got bolder. I put out my tongue and licked that foot, then licked my way up her leg a little. Annie almost seemed to smile.
“Squat down,” Annie said to Holly, “let’s give our friend here a real show for his closing night.”
Both girls squatted, which meant Annie’s creamy thighs and her crotch were right above my face. Annie said, “I bet I know what you’re thinking. I’ll bet you want to jerk your cock now, right? So what’s stopping you?”
I didn’t even take my hard-on out. I just rubbed it through the front of my pants while I licked Annie’s thighs. Holly’s fingers were going in and out of Annie’s bushy cunt Annie ground her thighs against the sides of my face. It wasn’t long before my underwear was soaked with semen.
I lay there exhausted as the girls put their skirts back on. ‘Take what you’d like,” I said, weakly. “There’s not much left, but for what you’ve done, I want you to have whatever you can carry.”
The girls loaded up a few shopping bags. Annie smiled as they left. Somewhere in the distance, the courthouse clock started to chime nine times. Closing time.—N.G., Lincoln, Nebraska
IF BEAUTY IS ONLY SKIN-DEEP, WHY DO UGLY GUYS GET BONED?
There was one place left where I still had to fuck Chrissie, my new girlfriend, to make a treasured fantasy of mine come true. She had done a damned good job of fulfilling just about every other fantasy I had.
I should start by admitting that I did not have a whole lot of experience with dating women when we met. Make that “no experience.” There was a reason. To be brutally honest about it, I was one ugly fucker. Girls say they are not as “looks-oriented” as guys, but that’s a lot of bullshit. I can’t begin to tell you how many girls told me I was a “sweet guy” but always had some lousy excuse for not wanting to go out with me. I was a virgin until I was twenty-one, when I paid a hooker to make me a man.
I had plenty of time to myself growing up, which meant I was able to hit the books a lot. My engineering studies helped me invent a new manufacturing process that earned me a respectable pile of dough. The first thing I did when the money started rolling in was head to a cosmetic surgeon. It took seven months of visits, but I definitely got my money’s worth in the end. No exaggeration, I came out looking like a male model, with high cheekbones, a strong jaw and a perfect nose.
Chrissie is a stacked blonde with long legs and an ass so fine that would make a blind man stare. She introduced herself to me at a restaurant where I was dining alone. That’s how good-looking I had become. She had arrived with a date. She told me she was tired of him and wanted to sneak out of the place with me.
We went to a nearby bar together. She found my shy awkwardness charming. She didn’t know I was acting that way because I had no idea how to conduct myself around a beautiful woman. When I told her what I did for a living, she asked if I would come to her place to help her hook up her new stereo.
As it happens, she didn’t have a new stereo. But we definitely hooked up. I’m surprised I didn’t come in my pants when she stripped for me. Her tits—big, round and firm— probably were as artificial as my new face. Like I cared! She let her head roll back and moaned when I squeezed and sucked them. When she stepped out of her panties and I saw her pussy, my hard-on felt like it grew two more inches. Her golden pubic hair was shaved to a narrow “landing strip” line. At the end of the runway, her inner cunt lips bulged from her pussy slit like oversize pink earlobes.
“You like?” she asked, lying back and spreading her legs. She rubbed her mound with her fingertips, not at all self-conscious at being such a shameless show-off. I answered by putting my remodeled mouth on her snatch, using my tongue like a cock. I held on to her fantastic tits while I ate her pussy. Her nipples were stiff as pencil erasers.
Before the night was over, Chrissie had blown me until I shot my load in her mouth and I had come two more times in her tight pussy. Whatever I lacked in technique, I must have made up for with enthusiasm. If I had still looked like the Elephant Man’s kid brother, I knew she would not have been as forgiving. She obviously loved me mainly for my looks, not my winning personality.
That was good enough for me. Over the next week, we screwed on my office desk, she sucked me off in the back of a cab, and she even let me fuck her in a secluded part of a downtown park. But there was one place I wanted to fuck her more than any other. She thought the idea was kinky. Not that she had any problems with “kinky,” of course. Which explains how we ended up at my parents’ house while they were out of town at a wedding the next weekend.
Chrissie stripped and spread out on my mom and dad’s queen-size bed. I was on her like a piston engine, fucking her so hard, the headboard banged against the wall. I was making up for the high-school sex I never had back when I had a face that would stop a sundial. This was my fantasy, to bang a girl who looked like heaven’s own head cheerleader in my parents’ bed. I felt wild, free, nasty. After I came, I pulled out and went down on her. She moaned with pleasure as I ate her sensitive pussy until I was stiff again, then turned her over to fuck her some more. I had my thumb in her asshole, my cock in her cunt, and all was right in my world.
Later, when both of us were too tired to fuck anymore, we lay beside each other and panted. The sheets and quilt were a mess. The bed had rocked so hard that a couple of picture frames and a clock radio had been knocked off the nightstands. Chrissie picked up the only picture that was still standing.
“Jesus, who is this guy?” she said, actually wrinkling her nose.
It was me, at my high-school graduation. She had no idea that this pug-nosed, crooked-mouthed, slope-browed creature was the same guy who’d been filling her holes for the past two hours.
“Oh, that’s my cousin,” I lied, turning the frame facedown on the nightstand. “He sure is one ugly fucker, ain’t he?”—N.C., Spokane, Washington
OFFICE BEAUTY OFFERS COWORKER A NEW TYPE OF INTEROFFICE MEMO
If I get caught typing this letter, I know I will be out on my ass in no time flat. I don’t give a shit. I hate this fucking job, anyway. The only thing I like about coming to work is getting to gawk at blonde, big-titted Lynette every day. She is an administrative assistant who works in marketing, and she’s the closest thing to perfect I’ve ever seen in my life.
Jesus, that girl is hot. I know I don’t stand a chance in hell of ever banging her, but that doesn’t mean I have to stop looking. She’s a slinky, tanned twenty-something with “supermodel hair,” the kind that looks like it took an hour to mess up i
n just the right way. She dresses way too sexy for the office, in skirts that are too short and tops that are too tight. That makes all the guys drool, and pisses off all the women.
I’m supposed to be writing up a quarterly sates report right now, but fuck that! I’d rather set down what happened today, while it’s still fresh in my mind.
Lynette caught me staring at her this morning from my cubicle, which is situated at the end of along walkway between other work spaces. She was heading toward me, putting one high heel right in front of the other and really swinging her hips, the way girls walk on a fashion runway. Most days, I would look away after a-couple of seconds—and then spend the rest of the day fantasizing about the things I wanted to do to her incredible body.
Today, though, I felt like drinking in the sight of Lynette for as long as it lasted, before she turned the corner and went on to wherever she was going. She’s the kind of woman who makes a guy ache with desire: firm, high-riding tits; narrow waist; lusciously curved hips. And topping it all off, that flawlessly fuckable face. I almost felt hypnotized just looking at her.
She surprised me by stopping at my desk, standing very close to me. She put a hand on one hip, sneered and said, “Like what you see?”
Maybe subconsciously I wanted to get fired, or at least slapped, because I replied, “You’re absolutely fucking beautiful, you know that?”
She didn’t act shocked, or disgusted, or angry. To be honest, she looked amused. “It’s about time one of you pussies around here got up the nerve to come out and say it,” she said.
She leaned back against the fabric-covered wall of my cubicle and crossed her arms. There was something very catlike about the way she was regarding me—as if she might be about to pounce. “Do you have anything else on your little mind that you want to share?”
My dick was throbbing. I could not believe I might actually have a chance with this beauty. I cleared my throat. “I’d love to take you out sometime,” I said. “Anytime. Anyplace that you want.” I felt like I was babbling, so I finally shut up.
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