He slipped off her shoes, fully baring her feet, cradling her balled heels. Then he slid his palms on to her curved soles, gently clasping the sensitive skin, rubbing the breathtakingly contoured bottoms of her feet. She shivered, goosebumps flaring all along the incredible length of her quivering legs.
David kissed her toes, one by one, on the trimmed, blossomed tips, taking his time, seeking to pleasure her as much as himself. Because this leggy woman was so different from the other controlling leggy women who deigned to indulge his fetish. And so he treated her legs and feet differently, not just as objects of lustful worship, but as parts of a female whole.
Placing her peds against his chest, he lightly laced his fingers around Sofia’s slender ankles and squeezed. Then brushed his fingertips up her well-turned calves and around her bladed shins, in behind her knees. She gasped, legs shaking. And he burned with the eroticism of it all; a controlled, smouldering fire that heightened every stunning sensation, rather than the usual conflagration that burned hot and fast and out.
And so, after strumming and stroking the taut flesh of Sofia’s thighs, when David finally climbed to his feet and lowered his pants, she instantly reached out with her peds and clasped his erection between her warm, bare soles, and began stroking. ‘Yes!’ he groaned, surging with all-consuming pleasure.
He gripped her ankles and helped her pump her feet, back and forth on his pulsating cock, as she leant back on the desk and stared up at him with glistening eyes. Her soles were baby-smooth, and he gazed into her eyes as they both worked her feet on his cock, making a heartfelt connection with the leggy woman he’d never made with one before, the naked, honest emotion of it all making his head spin and soul sing.
She moved her feet faster, muscles clenching on her lower limbs, toes clutching David’s shaft, foot-bottoms rubbing and rubbing his cock. It became too much for him.
‘Yes!’ he cried, jerking on the end of Sofia’s legs. Hot semen leapt out of the tip of his ruptured cock over and over, the girl’s precious peds tugging him to an ecstasy of unimagined intensity.
Until Lillian suddenly burst into the room, screaming, ‘You fucking cheating bastard!’
She’d been watching the whole thing from her computer at home, having previously wired David’s office in anticipation of just such a double cross.
Sofia ran out of the room barefoot. David quickly wilted under the venom of the abuse Lillian spewed out at him until his eyes were cast down on the black diamond-patterned stockings clothing her long legs. And then all the way down to her feet, in their black, high-heeled sandals.
‘Get the fuck out! You’re fired!’ Lillian shrilled at last.
David left, head hanging and spirit broken, once again.
Two hours later, the police arrived at his home to arrest him. He meekly surrendered. The only footage left of the blackmail scheme, thanks to Lillian, was her interlude with Foster, and the subsequent shakedown of the pair, by David.
He moaned, rolled his head from side to side, eyeballs jumping under twitching eyelids. In the agonised black night of his mind, the clickety-clacking of high heels on hard floor echoed and echoed – loud and insistent and sexy. But now, they were coming his way, coming towards him.
His eyes shot open. He was awake.
Heels clicked against hard floor, indeed coming closer – the heavy, blocky heels on the boots of the guard making his rounds of the prison tier.
David screamed. And screamed. And screamed.
Ghost
by Kay Jaybee
He was everywhere. At least, the logo of the stationery company he worked for was everywhere. There was no escape.
She hadn’t expected the knock at the door. She’d hoped it would come, but she hadn’t expected it. If Jo was honest with herself, too much of her time had been wasted longing for the sound of his distinctive hammering against the letterbox. As it wasn’t a noise she’d heard for nearly three months, she’d almost resigned herself to it being merely a dream – a pointless hope. Almost. He was merely a shadow. A ghost. A ghost who was married to someone else. A ghost she had no right to see anyway.
Many had been the night, dildo in hand, her fingers straying over her body, eyes tightly closed, pretending he was there, planning how she would treat him if he ever showed up on her doorstep again expecting a fuck. Jo never dreamt she’d have the courage to actually go through with it, but then she’d never dreamt she was the sort of woman who had affairs until she met him. Sam Peters had changed everything.
Now, there he stood, all brown eyes, half smile and arrogant self-assurance, looking exactly as he always did, and resentment at all those wasted seconds; of every moment of disappointment when the knock at the door turned out to be another visitor entirely swept over Jo.
Saying nothing, she let him follow her into the cluttered living room. The door safely shut behind them, Sam immediately reached out, twisting Jo at the waist so she faced him, slipping his arms around her, murmuring, ‘So how’ve you been?’ into her neck as he kissed her, his stubble lightly grazing her skin.
His mouth moved to find hers, and Jo’s resolve wavered for a moment as she inhaled the aroma of hard work that always hung around him. This was a man continuously in a hurry, rushing from one delivery to another, one quotation session to the next, and the tell-tale scent of sweat and deodorant lingered around him. Biting down her instant desire, Jo calmly replied, ‘I’m good thanks. You?’
‘Better now.’ He led her to the end of her sofa and sat down, indicating for her to sit on his lap. Jo resisted, and remained standing, staring at his shining eyes for a moment, before kneeling and yanking off his grubby white trainers.
All the time she maintained eye contact with Sam, the weeks of neglect her body had felt driving her on. He was studying her in return, openly curious. Usually she’d be naked by now, doing whatever his body demanded of her in the few minutes they had before he had to rush off toward his next appointment.
Forcing herself not to wonder how much time Sam had, and if he was already ticking off the seconds until work required him to leave, Jo, wishing she’d known he was coming so that she wasn’t just wearing her tatty jeans and sloppy black jumper, mentally took a deep breath. ‘Take off your trousers and turn round.’
Grinning at her, Sam opened his mouth to speak, about to make a joke about her being in charge for a change, but she placed a finger against his lips. ‘Just do it.’ Although his eyebrows raised, displaying the devilish eyes that had first taken her down the road to becoming his mistress, he said nothing, and did as she asked.
‘Good. Now lose the boxers, get on your knees, and lean over the edge of the sofa.’ She didn’t wait to see if he obeyed, but walked away, climbing the stairs two at a time to retrieve the black canvas bag she kept under her bed, relieved that she’d managed to keep her voice steady and authoritative.
On her return, Jo paused by her desk, her gaze falling on the long plastic ruler she’d been using prior to his arrival to underline boring figures on a boring spreadsheet.
‘Perfect.’ She spoke out loud, referring to both the acquisition of the ruler, and the sight of Sam’s naked arse bent over the sofa cushions.
Flipping open her bag of sex toys, Jo retrieved her latest purchase, a tiny pink vibrating bullet that had given her an immense amount of pleasure in the months since he’d last been there. Hiding it in her fist, she knelt behind Sam, wrapping her arms around his waist and, just as she’d pictured in her fantasy, slowly slipped her hands down to his rigid dick. Leaning forward so she could whisper in his ear, Jo let her fingers stray between his balls, teasing the hair that surrounded them. ‘I think, young man; that it’s high time you were taken in hand.
‘Now I hope you’re listening to me, because this is important.’ Sam groaned in agreement as she wrapped the fist containing the bullet around his shaft. ‘I try and get on with my life. I do live a life, but every day, every fucking day I see signs of you. Reminders of you are just everywhere!’
‘I go to the supermarket and I see us buying those trainers you wear ...’ SMACK. ‘I walk through the town, and adverts for the company you work for haunt me like bloody ghosts ...’ SMACK. ‘I stand in this room and images of you, dressed, naked, gasping as I suck your cock ...’ SMACK ‘... drive me to distraction ...’
Sam’s only response to this catalogue of crimes was to sigh as his body rippled with lust between the cracks of the ruler and the glorious pressure of the powerful buzzer Jo had pushed inside his T-shirt, letting it tickle his chest hairs.
‘You’ve changed me. I was so quiet, so very well behaved ...’ SMACK. ‘... I would never have dreamt of spanking anyone, of being spanked, of shagging in the open air, of fucking someone else’s husband for heaven’s sake! You’ve changed me! You are everywhere!’
Clicking the vibrator on to full power while she caught her breath, her chest heaving, Jo was suddenly aware of how fast she’d been talking, and that she’d been virtually shouting. Slamming the bullet against his right nipple, making Sam whine, Jo threw back her arm and hit his arse even harder, turning the pink marks she’d already made red. ‘... And yet I never see you. All I get is ghosts. Reminders of where you once stood ...’ SMACK. ‘... Of where you once licked me out; of where I stood while you ripped all my clothes off so fast, they were nothing but rags by the time you’d finished with me.’ SMACK.
‘And you won’t even let me call you on your mobile; I can’t even text you. I’m cut off .’ SMACK. ‘And I hate it!’
Her breathing shallow, her throat arid, her arm aching, Jo cursed herself for going too far. Saying too much. She hadn’t meant to mention the phone thing. She knew damn well it was risky to use it; her calls and texts were easy to trace, especially as Sam was useless at deleting things properly. He didn’t want his wife finding out about them, and neither did she. It wasn’t as if she wanted him all to herself or anything; this was just sex. She really didn’t want to cause trouble – but for fuck’s sake! How can you have any kind of affair with a man you can’t contact and rarely see?
Three months of longing to feel his body against hers, his pulse hammering on her skin, was screaming at the back of her head. All the frustration of waiting now seemed to be centred between her legs. Jo knew she’d need some attention of her own soon.
Dropping the ruler, Jo eased the bullet speed down to slow, and ran it back to his balls, while she teased a digit over his anus. Tensing herself for him to be angry with her, for him to explain for the hundredth time why they couldn’t keep in touch while he worked away, Jo was surprised when he turned round and buried his face in her neck, his tone subdued, as he murmured, ‘Oh hell, babe, I can’t. I ...’
Then something in her lover snapped. Sam threw off his T-shirt, and exhaled deeply, his dick quivering before him, pointing at her accusingly, ‘Look, it’s the same for me, all this ghost crap.’ He scooped up the ruler, and with an anger born of his own frustration, a frustration Jo hadn’t realised he shared, flipped her around, so that before she registered what was happening, their roles had been reversed.
Striking her buttocks through her denim jeans, Sam grunted, and swiftly looped his arms around her waist, undid her button fly, and dragged them to her ankles. Pausing to briefly smooth the black satin underwear he found beneath, he shoved her knickers down to join her trousers, and set about creating a pattern of his own against her pale backside.
‘Yes!’ She exhaled her pleasure into the soft sofa fabric as the plastic rebounded off her arse.
Discarding the ruler, Sam lifted his hand high into the air instead. As his skin connected with Jo’s flesh, she yelled out in delight and amazement at how he always managed to make her burn with pain, and yet increase her longing for him.
‘The ruler isn’t hard enough for you is it. You’re such a bad girl.’ He aimed again. ‘My bad girl, being spanked by another woman’s man. You love it, don’t you?’ He aimed again, his palm beginning to burn in sympathy with her buttocks, as Jo flushed with shame at the truth of his words. She did love it. It was the only thing she’d ever done wrong in her life, the only time she was ever truly out of control, and she couldn’t bear the thought of it ending.
‘Well I’ll tell you something, my little bitch.’ Their skin connected again, his cruel words fuelling her arousal as much as her beating, ‘You think you’re the only one who sees ghosts? I see you all over the fucking place ...’ SLAP ‘... I see you in the back of the van, positioned on all fours, begging me to spear you. There are houses that look like your home all over the place ...’ SLAP ‘... but only behind your front door do I find you, all moist and waiting, always ready for a sex, always thinking filthy thoughts.’
Slipping a hand between her legs, he began to rub at her clit, smearing her juices into her skin, watching with satisfaction as her hips twitched and rose toward him. As he slammed his palm down on Jo again, her shrieks muted by the cushions, her arms stretched out behind her, she became desperate to grab hold of him, to feel his warm flesh, but she was unable to quite reach as Sam continued in his work.
‘I wank at the images of you in my head every bloody day, and every flipping night I have to sneak out of bed to the bathroom and sort myself out. Sometimes I have to stop the van and yank off in the nearest field or toilets or somewhere, just to have some relief from the thought of what your body does to me.’
Whimpering with the tingling heat of her butt, tears gathering at the corners of her green eyes as the pain accelerated, yet smiling broadly into the cushions as she listened, Jo replied, ‘I’m the same. Why do you think I bought that bullet? I can hardly carry a full-sized bunny dildo around in my handbag, can I?’
Sam laughed, a picture of Jo scuttling off to the toilets halfway through her supermarket shopping, pressing herself against a cubicle door as she thought about him turning him on further. His voice hoarse now, the anger of desire and her failure to understand that her frustration was shared, began to subside. ‘I’ve been thinking a lot about this phone thing.’
Smacking her one last time, he bent and licked his tongue slowly over the reddening blotches that were blossoming across her arse.
‘I can’t have you using my private mobile. It’s too risky.’ He moved his thumb over her nub, as if to cut off her chance to interrupt him. ‘But how about you becoming a customer?’
Her confusion at his suggestion was morphed into a nerve fluttering sigh as he eased two fingers up inside her snatch, all fleeting thoughts of re-seizing control and punishing him further, of tying him up and making him beg her to come, of forcing him to promise to banish all the ghosts, were forgotten as he pushed her toward climax.
Shoving his free hand up her shirt, Sam manoeuvred her swollen chest from her bra, making Jo cry out with liberation as he rolled her left nipple between firm, squeezing fingers.
‘If you were a customer, your number could be entered on my work phone, and no one would ask why.’
Jo’s mouth was too dry to respond; his pinching had moved to her other nipple, and she could feel the muscles in her stomach clench and tighten as the first wave of orgasm gathered within her.
Understanding how near she was, Sam pumped his fingers against Jo’s mound, placing his thumb over her clit, and simultaneously kneading her chest. Jo pushed back against him, warm waves of jolting pleasure surging through her, leaving her panting into the furniture.
Only when her body had totally stilled, did Sam move away, lifting a stray red hair from her cheek. Helping Jo to her feet, he stared into her sparkling eyes. ‘I know you don’t need a single thing my company has to offer. But we could pretend you do.’
‘How?’ Jo already b
adly wanted this to work, but couldn’t see how anyone would believe she needed to bulk order stationery of any sort.
‘You could book me to give you quotes for paper. I could come over and discuss things, and then you could decide against making an order, then you could change your mind and invite me to come and give you a revised quote, and so on. It wouldn’t be such a strange thing for you to do; you work from home, after all. Once your number is logged, no one will question it. I have numbers from clients I’ve not seen in years on the van phone.’
Jo ran a fingernail over his chin, the other playing with the hairs on his chest she loved so much. ‘If it’s that damn easy, why didn’t you think of it before?’
‘Because I’m an idiot; and because every time I come here, all normal, sensible and rational thoughts go out of my head.’
Jo swept off her remaining clothes and wrapped her arms around him. ‘Sounds a fair answer. You certainly screw my head up – not to mention the rest of me. I was such a good girl until you came along.’
Abruptly Sam picked her up. Looping her legs around his waist, Jo clung on to him, as he roughly thumped her against the nearest wall, driving his dick into her.
Digging her nails into his shoulder, not caring about the questions his wife might ask him later as to where they had come from, Jo kissed him furiously as he thrust hard, filling her to the hilt, before almost totally withdrawing, then refilling her achingly desperate hole.
Coming quickly, Sam poured spunk into her like hot foam. ‘Hell, I’ve missed you.’
Still entangled, they crashed down onto the sofa. ‘So, are you up for being a customer?’
‘You bet!’
‘Oh thank God, because you really are everywhere you know. You’re around every corner, in every thought. You are the ghost, Jo.’ Sam sighed as he stroked her hair. ‘I love my wife, but you, you’re just so fucking ...’
Jo stopped him mid sentence by placing a hand over his. ‘I know. We’re like those people who meet over the Internet just to have an affair, except we happen to be friends too.’ She smiled. ‘I need you. I need us, like this, all lust and fantasy, but no more than that. More would ruin it. I need what we have – I just need it far more often!’
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