Ultimate Submission

by Cathryn Cooper

  ‘Fuck almighty!’ I yowled, my balls bursting with pressurised jizz, my grossly-engorged dong pulsing with raw, sexual electricity as the barefoot contessa behind the drywall barrier tugged and tugged on my prick.

  She swirled her naked feet up and down my cock with more skill than a massage parlour employee with years of hand-job experience, her precious peds stroking my shaft over and over, smooth and sensual and sure-footed, her teasing toes playing all over my prick, grasping my mushroomed hood and squeezing, tickling the supersensitive spot on the underside of my prong where shaft became head. The silken cock-ring held me in check, prevented me from relieving the thunderous pressure, blowing my load with volcanic intensity. I could only whimper in agony and beg for release, driven to the breaking point and beyond by the girl’s delightful, dancing feet.

  She thoroughly worked over my angry cock with her fabulous feet, and then - they were gone. ‘No, please!’ I moaned, an aching, desperate emptiness instantly filling me, my abandoned, stiffened-beyond-stiff cock straining against its silken leash, yearning to be recaptured by the girl’s blessed toes.

  ‘Time’s up,’ someone said.

  I glanced at my watch, saw that my time had indeed expired, felt the stocking being untied and pulled from my cock.

  ‘Fuck!’ I groaned, ripping my bloated dick out of the hole and wildly fisting it.

  But the cum wouldn’t come, and when Adam knocked on the cubicle door and said, ‘Time’s up,’ for a second time, I dejectedly tucked my over-stimulated dong back into my pants and exited. If the girl with the gifted, glorious peds was daring me to come back for more, then I was going to meet her dare, because I’d never been so sexually frustrated and exhilarated in all my life.

  After feeding him a pair of twenties, Matt-the-day-bartender told me that the new girl with the amazing ped prowess was named Melody, and he agreed to phone me whenever she was on cubicle foot patrol. And that’s how it went for a couple of excruciatingly exciting months - Matt would give me a dingle and I’d rush right over, pay my money, and get my granite pole foot-polished by Melody.

  She’d toe-stroke me, heel me, put me through the foot-spin, dressed in all manner of ped-apparel: black, red, white, blue, or striped slut-stockings; modest, brown pantyhose; or white, woolen footies with bunny tail balls on the back. Or, best of all, she’d simply jerk me to the jetting point with her bare, brilliant, pedicured feet. I could only stand forward and marvel at her talent, my body shaking uncontrollably, my head spinning, my hands, face, and groin flattened against the sweat-slick wall as she tantalized my numbingly-hard cock with her tender tootsies.

  She instinctively knew just when I was about to spill my beans, desecrate her pale, perfect peds with salty, slimy semen, and at that fleeting, failsafe point, she’d instantly bind my dick at its base, corking my eruption, keeping her wondrous feet unblemished, up on the pedestal where they belonged. She’d go on stroking me once the sperm was safely bottled up in my balls, toying with my flaming cock, denying me everything and giving me everything at the same time. And in honor of her grace and beauty and buffing ability, I hadn’t cum on my own, or in a woman, since the first day I’d laid dick on Melody’s feet.

  Eventually, however, I just couldn’t take it any more -two months without a jizz-letting, while continually, maddeningly getting ped-dled to the point of sperm-launch, was enough to drive any red-blooded man around the bend and over the edge. So, finally, I asked Matt, verbally and monetarily, if there was any way I could meet face-to-face with the girl with the fantastic feet who was filling my every fantasy. It was against house rules to disclose the identity of the backroom performers to the customers, but Matt bent the rules at the hundred dollar mark.

  ‘See that woman sitting by herself in the balcony?’ he said, glancing up, then back down again.

  I turned around and quickly spotted the lady in question on the second floor, but the lights were too dim up there for me to get a good look at her. I thanked Matt and walked over to the staircase, took a deep breath, and climbed the stairs.

  She was sitting all alone at a table for two, with her back to me, and I stared at her, at her long, black, shimmering hair. Then I rubbed my hands on my pants, briefly touching my rapidly swelling cock for inspiration, and with perspiration prickling my forehead and prick bulging my pants, I quietly came up behind her, reached out a trembling finger, and tapped her on the back.

  ‘H-hi,’ I stammered.

  She turned to look at me. ‘Hi,’ she said. Her voice was soft and sweet, her eyes large and violet, her face pretty and pale. A shy smile lifted the corners of her lush, red lips, and she set the drink she’d been holding in her right foot back down on the table.

  I gaped at her small, shapely foot, the slender toes that dextrously grasped the highball glass, the medium-long nails flashing a crimson gloss. Then my astonished eyes travelled slowly up from her foot to her shoulders, and I saw that Melody had no arms.

  ‘I was just having a drink,’ she said. ‘Would you like to join me?’ She pushed out a chair with her bare foot.

  I snapped back to life. ‘Um, I was, uh, wondering if maybe we could go someplace.. .more private.. .to talk?’

  ‘You’re Jeff, aren’t you?’ she said, her eyes shining.

  ‘Uh, yeah. How’d you -’

  ‘I recognized your voice.’ She looked down at the table. ‘I guess I owe you something, don’t I, Jeff?’ ‘Nah,’ I scoffed, ‘you don’t owe me -’

  ‘Yes, I do,’ she said firmly.

  We both looked at the delicate, ivory foot that gripped the chair, the painted toes playing across the cushion like fingers.

  ‘But I wonder.. .do you want it now - now that you’ve seen me?’ she asked, shrugging her shoulders.

  ‘I want it anytime you’ll give it to me, Melody,’ I responded.

  She looked up at me and nodded, slipped her foot into a blue slipper that lay on the floor, and stood up and walked past me. I breathed in the warm, intoxicating scent of her perfume, my eyes following the subtle sway of her hips, the sensual swagger of her round butt cheeks in the tight, black skirt she was wearing, the twin flashes of her lithe, white legs. I quickly followed her down the stairs.

  ‘I have a place a couple of blocks from here,’ she said when we were outside, standing together on the sundrenched sidewalk.

  I looked down at the tiny girl, studied her pretty face, her petite figure, her smooth, slender legs and slim, shapely ankles, the small slippers that exposed the tops of her delicious feet, and I knew that two blocks were two blocks too far. I was on fire, my cock ready to burst my zipper, my balls boiling with cum. ‘I-I can’t wait that long,’ I mumbled, steering the delicate beauty into an alley that ran between the strip club and the building next door.

  She sensed my burning need, as she’d always sensed it in the past, and moaned when I gripped her shoulders and shoved her up against the brick wall, mashed my mouth against hers. We kissed long and hard and hungrily, devouring each other’s mouths, before she snaked out her tongue and lashed at my lips. I drove my own tongue into her mouth, and we swirled our slippery, pink stickers together over and over again.

  She finally pulled back from my mouth, leaving me gasping, and then broke away and ran down the alley. I cried out for her to stop, frantic that she might be trying to get away from me, deny me my long overdue release yet again - but she wasn’t. She jumped up onto a silver garbage can, leaned back against the wall, and kicked off her slippers and cocked a painted toe at me, beckoning at me to join her. I hurried after her, then stood before her and watched in awe as she unhooked my belt and unbuttoned my pants, pulled down my fly and pants with her deft foot-digits.

  Then it was her turn to be surprised, as she stared at the twin metal prosthetics that were my legs from the thighs down. ‘It’s funny, isn’t it?’ I said, ‘a leg man with no legs.’

  She looked up into my eyes and smiled. ‘I’ve got all the legs you’ll ever need, Jeff.’

  She tugged m
y shorts down, and my swollen dick sprang out into the hot air, twitching with excitement. She quickly grabbed it and started stroking, like she’d stroked me dozens of times before, only this time was really the first time for the both of us.

  I closed my eyes and groaned as Melody expertly polished my prick, juggled my balls with one foot while she buffed my dick with the other, completely oblivious to the foot-traffic that passed across the glaring mouth of the alley. She tugged on my jacked-up cock again and again with her nimble, nude feet, and before I could even warn her, the sexual pressure became unbearable, unstoppable, and my balls exploded and I blasted superheated sperm onto her flying feet.

  ‘Yes, Jeff! Coat my feet with your cum!’ she yelled, pistoning my spurting cock.

  ‘Fuck almighty!’ I bellowed, spraying rope after rope of thick, steaming jizz onto the girl’s pumping peds and legs. I came for what seemed like for ever, harder and longer and more voluminously than ever before, my body jerking around like I’d been plugged toe-first into an electrical socket.

  And when I was finally, totally spent, Melody took her foot from my wasted dick and brought her peds up to her mouth, tongued my salty, simmering semen off her smeared feet.

  ‘Now it’s your turn,’ I said, once the footloose girl had licked up and swallowed all of my goo.

  She smacked her glazed lips and grinned at me, then unfastened her skirt and pulled it open, arched her back and flung it aside. She spread her supple legs, exposing her glistening pussy. ‘This what you’re looking for?’ she asked.

  ‘Exactly,’ I replied, grabbing her lean, lightly-muscled legs around the ankles and kissing and licking and biting her fleshy calves, her well-turned ankles, her magnificent feet. Then I shouldered her dancer’s legs and jammed two of my fingers into her sopping wet twat, started sliding them rapidly back and forth.

  ‘Yes, Jeff! Yes!’ she shrieked, wrapping her feet around my neck, jamming her drenched pussy into my pumping digits.

  I added another finger to the first two and relentlessly pounded her poon, finger-fucked her into oblivion, the leggy foot fatale closing her eyes and arching her body and screaming as she came in a heated gush.

  ‘We were meant for each other,’ I gasped, once Melody’s wild cries of ecstasy had stopped ricocheting off

  the walls of the alley, as we both tongued her tangy cum off my fingers. ‘We fit together perfectly.’

  Watching by Oya

  Frank watched her from his window every day. Her apartment was a floor above and across the alleyway, so he was looking up at her when she worked in her kitchen.

  She often had on shorts or a little skirt and sometimes just panties. He dreamed of tying her up with rope. She would be so helpless and vulnerable and beautiful. He could do whatever he wanted to her.

  One night he looked up and she was getting spanked right there in her kitchen as she washed dishes. A large man yanked her light pink panties up the crack of her ass and spanked her round beautiful tan cheeks.

  Frank stayed in the dark so they wouldn’t notice him watching. It seemed like the man was yelling at her as he slapped her ass. Then he pulled off her panties, got on his knees and buried his face between her ass cheeks.

  It blew Frank’s mind. He felt his cock aching and just had to unzip his pants and take his throbbing cock into his hand.

  The man stood up; his finger disappeared into her ass. She squirmed and he grabbed her long black hair, bending her head back and licking her neck.

  Again and again he rammed his finger in and out of her. Then he pushed her over the sink, took his cock and pushed it into her ass.

  Even at this distance, he heard her squeal and saw her jerk. The man showed no mercy, fucking her in the ass until she fucked him back.

  Frank loved the transformation - seeing her resist at first and then pushing her ass to meet the man’s cock. He could hear the man calling her a whore and a slut and telling her to take it up the ass like she needed it.

  It was just too much! Frank came before either of the two in the window did.

  He liked watching her. Another night when he got in late, he went to his kitchen to get a drink of water and didn’t turn on the light. Glancing up he saw his hot neighbour getting felt up by a much older man. The man was wearing a suit; she was dressed in a skirt and blouse.

  He was shorter than her, his head barely reaching her chin. He had her up against the fridge. He was opening her blouse and she was pushing him away, but not too vigorously. She seemed to let him overpower her until her black bra was exposed.

  Once he had her tits exposed he sucked on one and fondled the other.

  All the fight had gone out of her; she was leaning back against the fridge, her eyes closed and her mouth open.

  The older man sucked each tit in turn, then removed his belt and lightly tapped each nipple.

  Flinging the belt aside, he put one hand over her mouth and his other hand between her legs under her skirt.

  He must have known what he was doing under there because she put her arms around him and rubbed her tits in his face.

  She lay back on the table and he pushed up her skirt, leaned between her legs and licked her pussy.

  Frank gasped. He could see her dark bush, and at the same time the look of ecstasy on her face.

  He thought about his naughty neighbour a lot and kept watching. He badly wanted to tie her up and spank her. She definitely deserved it - and she liked it. He wanted to belt her and show her to other horny men. He wanted to fuck her face with his hard cock while she was helpless and bound. He wanted to taste her and fuck her pussy. But Frank was a gentleman. He wouldn’t do any of those things to a woman unless she gave him a sign indicating she wanted it too.

  He thought about approachable women. Carmen at his job seemed to be flirting with him lately, but he took the view that it was crazy to start anything with someone you worked with.

  But the right woman had to be out there.

  With high hopes he went for a drive and stopped for a few beers at a bar downtown. For a weeknight, it was pretty full and friendly, so he decided to play some pool.

  He won the game against some guy, couldn’t stop thinking about his neighbour. That was when he saw her. She was standing there waiting to play the next game with him.

  His eyes stood out on stalks at a very hot-looking woman in a red blouse, her nipples brash and brazen through the cloth.

  She wore tight black jeans and high-heeled shoes. Her long blonde hair was in a braid and her eyes were as big as Bambi.

  Her heat was enough to burn a guy. Frank let her break, his heat rising as she bent over the table.

  ‘Loser gets spanked or gets a drink,’ he said, his gaze fixed on her ass.

  He almost blew a fuse when she smiled at him over her shoulder. ‘We’ll see which seems better at the time,’ she said, wiggling her ass suggestively.

  With the stakes that high, Frank played his ass off. He made damned sure she never got to shoot again.

  ‘What are ya drinking?’ he asked, not daring to push his luck and go straight for the spanking.

  She was sipping her drink when the subject came back

  up.

  ‘Consolation prize?’ she said, raising her glass. ‘So! When do I get the spanking?’

  ‘Do you mean that?’

  ‘I am asking.’

  Blood racing, he asked her if she’d ever gotten a good spanking by a man.

  ‘What do you think?’ she asked playfully. ‘Come on. Do I look the shy, retiring type?’

  This was too good to be true. ‘I think you need one.’

  He put his arm around her waist. ‘Nice body.’

  In response, she wriggled and complained of feeling hot.

  With trembling fingers, he undid two of her blouse buttons and blew on her cleavage.

  ‘That cooler?’

  She let her head fall back, sighed and smiled.

  ‘It helps. But hell, I’m naturally hot. Hot as hell.’

 
; Frank touched her tits through her blouse. She smiled encouragingly even though she was as aware as he was that they were being watched.

  The bartender came over and suggested they might prefer more privacy in the back.

  Frank thanked him, and throwing a smile at those showing an interest, he escorted his sexy lady into a room set aside from the bar and furnished with a big, green sofa.

  He kissed her and unbuttoned all her blouse buttons, baring her bra-less tits with their big nipples and creamy complexion.

  He told her how great they were then lowered his head, sucking on them one at a time.

  She moaned, enveloped his face with her tits to the point that he had to come up for air, and stroked his head.

  ‘This is all very well,’ she said in a husky voice, ‘but what about my spanking. I lost the game, remember?’

  It was difficult to pull his head away from her tits, but he forced himself.

  ‘You are a hot horny little slut aren’t you?’ he gasped.

  She let him lay her across his lap face down and wriggled seductively when he spanked her real hard.

  Her squirming and squealing attracted the attention of several men from the bar. They appeared in the doorway just as Frank stood her up and undid her jeans, pulling them down to expose her lovely ass.

  Resisting her beautiful bush, he pulled her back down across his lap and spanked her bare ass in front of the other men. She pretended she didn’t know they were being watched, but he knew she did, knew she was enjoying it.

  After a firm spanking he stood her up and gave her a nice licking while he remained seated, his hands gripping her ass so he could more easily pull her toward his face.

  As he licked her clit, she moved her pussy to his tongue eagerly.