We got to the party late and everybody was drunk. I looked around for Brooke and found her sitting on the sofa between two guys. She was wearing jeans and black boots, DAMN IT! I made the rounds and didn't even try to talk to her. The night wore on and Brooke was really putting the drinks away! I watched her get more and more drunk. People slowly started to leave. I was looking for the bathroom when I heard one of Brooke's girlfriends ask another girl to make sure Brooke didn't drive and got home safe. The girl agreed, but she was hammered too. A few minutes later I saw Brooke's ride drive away, she was stranded and didn't know it!
Unable to find the bathroom I made my way out into the deserted backyard. Our hostess for the evening's parents was very rich and had a huge backyard with a long path that snaked around thru the woods in the back. I walked way back down the path and found a place to pee. Then I heard girl's voices. I looked thru some bushes and saw Brooke sitting on a swing talking to a girlfriend of hers. She was so wasted! Her friends made fun of how drunk she was and how she didn't even know who they were. Finally they said goodbye and left Brooke sitting there. I watched Brooke stand up and try to walk. She stumbled and then sat down on the grass. Brooke laid down and passed out. I took the chance.
Nobody could see us from the house. I walked up to her and nudged her. She was out of it. I turned her on her back and got behind her. I put my arms under hers and dragged her way back in the woods to a small patch of grass surrounded by high bushes. I turned her over on her tummy and sat down on her butt. I even picked a hand up and watch it fall back to the ground.
I reached down and pulled her boots to my chest by the legs of her jeans. I scooted her knees together so her feet were resting side by side. I reached up her pant leg and found the right boot's zipper. Slowly I pulled it down, feeling every tooth of the zipper. Once it was down at the instep of her boot I did the same to her left boot. I grabbed each shoe by the large heels and pulled them slowly off her feet. Once they were off I could feel the moist heat coming off her socked feet in the humid night air. There before me were Brooke's soles encased in soft cotton white socks. Her socks had some black marks on them from her black leather boots. I leaned forward and buried my face in her soles. They felt so hot and moist from her foot sweat. The smell wasn't that strong, but it smelled perfect! Her socks were really wet from sweating all night. I bit her socks and pulled them with my teeth. All I really wanted was to see her feet, bare. I rolled her socks off her feet, one at a time. They stuck to her feet as they came off. Especially around the heels and balls of her little feet. Once they were bare I pressed my face down into her soles again. I left my face down there and just inhaled deeply. Her soles felt so warm and soft against my sweating face. Her feet had sock imprints on them, on the tops of her feet and around her ankles. I brushed the sock lint off each foot.
Now I had to taste them. I took her right foot and mashed my tongue down on her heel. I sucked her narrow little heel into my mouth and sucked on it hard. I studied her sole as I sucked her tender heel. I looked at every line and wrinkle in them. They were so soft looking, very innocent. I sucked her heel harder then I dragged my tongue very slowly up the length of her moist sole to the balls of her foot. Once there I sucked and chewed gently on the balls of that foot. They smelled so good and I could taste the light salty scent on them. I licked backward and made sure that her deep arches didn't escape my wet mouth. I looked at her sole again and it was soaking wet from my saliva. As my tongue slid up her sweet sole I could feel every wrinkle on her foot. I took her feet away from my mouth long enough to give them a strong massage. I loved massaging her feet. Watching the skin being pulled and stretched. The way my hands contorted the shape of her foot. I spread her toes apart by pressing on the balls of her feet. Then I leaned down and stuck my nose between each of her young toes.
I put both feet back to together again and held them by her small ankles with one hand. The other hand gripped her toes and bent them back to her heels. I knew her feet were flexible from class and I wanted to see just how flexible. I bent her toes back further and further until her feet were almost in the shape of the letter "C". Over the next ten minutes not one inch of her feet escaped my mouth. I thought about class and what a bitch she was. Now she was mine for the time being.
My cock couldn't take anymore. I flipped Brooke on her back and I knelt in front of her. I pushed her knees back to her chest and held her feet together with one hand. My other hand pulled my shorts down and my raging hard-on out. The top view showed me Brooke's cute little toes, perfectly formed and painted a dark red. I pulled her ankles up to my face and really lathered them down with saliva. Her deep arches were dripping. I squeezed her feet together and slowly brought them to my cock.
The head of my cock slowly penetrated her wet insteps. It felt so good I shut my eyes for second and bit my lower lip to keep from calling out. I had her innocent feet pressed so tight around my cock. I slowly began to push and pull her feet so that she was fucking me with her stuck up feet. I pulled my shirt up so that I could feel the underside of her toes as they pressed against my cock when it was pressed all the way in. Her little toes looked so well mashed against my pelvis. Finally I couldn't take much more of this. I picked up the pace and really start to pound her feet. In a few seconds I could feel cum welling up inside of me. I shot my first squirt between her feet and it landed on her neck and face. Quickly I took one hand and held her soft feet up by her toes. This offered me the full length of her soles to cum on. I shot load after load of hot cum all over her soles and toes. Cum was thick and stuck to her feet like glue. I watched as cum ran down between her toes and onto the tops of her feet.
I took her feet back in my hands and massaged my cum into her feet. I looked around to make sure we were still alone. I took her soft, sweaty socks and stuffed them in my pocket. I took her feet and managed to put her wet feet back into them. I dragged her back to the swing set and propped her against a tree. I made sure my cum was off her face and I kissed her softly on the cheek. I snuck out the backyard and hoped over the fence. I smelled her socks as I found my way home thinking of sweet little Brooke sitting there, her feet starting sweat again in those boots and her feet soaked in my cum. I wondered what she was going to do when she woke up.
The next Monday in class she made no mention of it and didn't look at me any different. Guess I got away with it!
The End.
Dirty Laundry
I headed home after a pleasant day from school; with the exception of sending two students to the principal's office for being a bit disruptive in class. Still, the rest of the day turned out fine and I was on my way home to grade some papers.
I stepped on board the elevator, pushing the number three button. Inside, it felt like a sauna compared to the cool weather outside. It was so warm I had to loosen my tie and unbutton my collar.
Once I reached the third floor, the doors opened up and Cynthia stood there waiting, carrying a heavy load of laundry. My hot neighbor; giving me a warm greeting on that first day in my new apartment. The both of us had some major orgy attacks that day and it was incredible; forgetting all about my ex-wife.
"Hey, D", said Cynthia.
"Hi, Cyn", I said.
"Good day at school?"
"Oh, yeah. Nothing I couldn't handle, except maybe the principal who's a bit rough around the edges."
"Sounds like a great guy."
"Yeah, he too recently divorced his wife of twenty years. Twenty years, can you believe that? Already, he's giving me advice on women and when not to trust them."
"Did you take any of his advice?"
"No, absolutely not."
"Listen, I got a lot of laundry to do. Why don't we chat later on?"
"Why don't I join you? And let me carry that."
"You don't mind?"
"No, not at all. I've got some stuff to do, but I have a little time to spend with my favorite neighbor."
"Such a gentleman."
I was going to grade some pape
rs; deciding, instead, to carry Cynthia's basket and keeping her company in the laundry room.
Cynthia began loading up the machine while I sat on the wooden bench, looking at her nice ass and the legs that went with it. Then the clothes she wore; white tube top, denim shorts, and a pair of red mules. Already, I was getting hot and my cock started swelling up. The tightness was hard to ignore and I had to think of something else besides Cynthia.
"You all right?", Cynthia asked, catching me loosening up my tie.
"Yeah", I said, "just a bit warm in here. That elevator was even hotter."
"Got that right. I wished they put on some air conditioning, especially when summer comes along. If I wanted to get warm I'd go to the beach."
"I hear you. I used to go to the beach on my spare time. I used to surf every weekend since I was seventeen."
"You, a surfer boy?"
"Yeah, I was."
"I never learned to surf myself. Maybe you can give me some private lessons. I am a fast learner and willing to try...new things."
Already, I knew where she was going with this. The private lessons she wanted didn't involve surfing.
"Yeah", I said. "Someday I'll teach you a few things."
"I'd love that. For now, how about you and kill some time until the wash gets done."
"A bite to eat or maybe a stroll around the block."
"No, I was thinking of doing something here. Just the two of us...alone."
"Here? What do you have in mind?"
Cynthia had that look in her eye, ready for some action.
"Wait", I said. "You want to fuck around here? Right now?"
"Why not?"
"Well, somebody might walk in on us."
"I don't mind anyone watching."
"Be serious. We might get in trouble."
"For what, fucking without a license? Come on, D, live a little."
"Listen, I enjoy what we have going, but this is not the time or the place."
I was on my way out when Cynthia hoisted herself up, sitting on the nearest machine. She leaned back, shaking off her red mules; sounding like two heavy bricks coming down.
"Where you going?", she asked, slowly unbuttoning her shorts, showing me she wasn't wearing any undies. "I know you're not walking away from this. Come and eat this chocolate covered pussy, white boy. Eat this shit up."
Seeing Cynthia offering herself like that was hard to ignore. Someone catching us in the act was still a concern; convincing Cynthia, otherwise, was the problem. So, without hesitation, I took off my dark blazer, tossing aside my shirt and tie. I removed Cynthia's shorts, tossing those aside and opened up her legs to get some tongue action on her pussy. I licked those sweet juices and sucked on it, leaving Cynthia moaning in intense pleasure.
Cynthia had handfuls of my hair, keeping my face pinned down. The sweetness of that pussy was so rich I could feast on it all day. I was sure Cynthia wouldn't mind that, not in the least.
"Oh, shit", she said. "Oh, fuck. Oh, that feels so fucking good. Hmmmmmm. Eat that shit. Oooooooh. Eat that fucking pussy. Oooooooo. Aaaah. Aaaah. Oh, fuck. Keep that tongue in there. Hmmmmmm. Love that tongue in my pussy. Oh, shit. Oooooooo. Let me taste it."
Cynthia released my hair; kissed and licked my lips, tasting the juices from her pussy. She began sucking my tongue for anything she might have missed.
Slowly, I started nibbling on her earlobe and sucked on her smooth neck. When it came down to her titties, she giggled with delight. I squeezed each one; sucked and licked those hard nipples I wanted to chew on.
"Like those titties?", she asked, listening to those sucking sounds of mine. "Like my fucking titties? Taste good, huh? You like that? I want your cock. I want to taste your cock."
Cynthia came down from the machine. I unbutton my pants, slipped out of my underwear. Cynthia went down on her knees, sucking the life out of my cock. Her technique was so great I was nearly out of breath. I was breathing so hard I thought a heart attack was coming my way.
My worry wasn't her biting it off, only some stranger walking in and catching us in the act. I hoped Mrs. Hill wasn't the one who caught us; she'd run to her apartment and never come out again. Not one person walked in; had the whole place to ourselves.
Both of us were now in our birthday suits. Cynthia had her knees on the bench while my cock dug deep into her ass. I had handfolds of her braids, thrusting back and forth, listening to those high pitched screams of hers.
"That's it, baby", she said. "That's what I'm talking about! Tap that ass! Fuck that ass up! Fuck it! Do it! Fuck it up! Tear me a new asshole! Tear it up, motherfucker! Fuck that ass up! Yes! Yes! Fuck me harder! Fuck! Love that hard cock in my ass! So fucking hard!"
Soon, Cynthia sat on the bench and I was on my knees, tasting more of that sweet pussy.
"Hmmmmmm", she said. "Can't get enough of that pussy, huh? Huh, motherfucker? Hmmmmmmm. Oh, that's it! That's the spot! Oh, yeah, right there! Love that tongue in my pussy! Oooooh! Aaaaah! Oooooo! Don't stop! Please, don't fucking stop! Pleeeeeease! Fuck!"
Cynthia laid down on the bench, waiting for my swollen cock to enter her pussy. She looked at me, smiling, showing those bright pearly whites of hers.
"Put it in, baby", she said.
Slowly, I put my cock in her. The bench wasn't exactly comfy but she didn't give a shit. All that mattered was me doing her right, whether or not strangers walked in on us. Right now I didn't care anymore.
"Oh, yes", said Cynthia. "Fuck me! Fuck me harder, baby! Fuck! Fuck me, motherfucker! Fuck the living shit out of me! Yes! Fucking love it! Deeper! Deeper! Oh, yes! Yes! Like that! Harder! Harder! Fuck me harder! Fuck! Cock is so big! Fucking big! Shit! I want your cum! Fucking cum all over me!"
I unloaded all over her pretty face. She wiped some off her face with her fingers, sucking each one clean. I was so worn out I was about ready to collapse. Cynthia stood there tasting the rest of the cum; smiling and giggling with some energy left in her to go another round.
Twenty minutes later, the washing was done and I took everything out, putting them in the dryer. Cynthia curled up on the bench, wearing my dark blazer; enjoyed the show I was putting on.
"Should be done in forteen minutes", I said, starting up the dryer.
"Don't rush on my account", said Cynthia, gazing at my cock and the rest of my nude body.
Already, Cynthia was looking for some more action. I got down on my knees by the bench, allowing her to plant those juicy lips of hers on mine. Her wet tongue licked my cheek and neck like some stray poodle.
"Still taste good", she said, seductively.
Even in my dark blazer she looked hot; anything she wore was still pleasing to see. I put my hand inside, massaging her left shoulder. Cynthia moaned softly by my touch, feeling the smoothness of her brown skin.
Slowly, I placed my hand under the blazer, feeling her smooth buttocks. With the tips of my fingers I explored her smooth as silk legs. They were beautiful; no trace of hair anywhere. Her feet were a lovely pair; no mark or scar on either. She knew how to take care of them.
"This was something new", I said. "Not really comfortable but cozy enough."
"No argument there", said Cynthia.
"The best part was no one walked in."
"That's too bad. It would have been fun, don't you think?"
"Fun? You like it when people watch?"
"Maybe. Don't you?"
"No, I don't. I told you I'm not showing off my body to strangers."
"Not even in film?"
"Especially film. I don't model nude and I don't do pornos."
"Ah, D, technically we are doing a porno."
"Yeah, right."
"I'm not kidding. You and I are the stars of today's movie."
"What, you got a camera hidden somewhere?"
"No, but there is one up there."
Cynthia pointed above the washing machines; high above was a surveillance camera. My eyes were wide open, ready to pop out of my head; failed to notice that before
entering the laundry room.
"What the hell?", I asked. "You knew it was up there?"
"Yes", said Cynthia, smiling and ready to laugh.
"I can't believe it. Why didn't you tell me?"
"I thought you knew."
"You thought...what?"
"What's the big deal?"
"What's the big deal? The big deal is security will probably use that footage and download it on the internet. That's great. The whole world is going to see my ass and cock in living color. Oh, man, if the school got a hold of this, I'm fucked. Totally fucked."
Cynthia laid there laughing her head off while I wanted to reach out and strangle her.
"It's not funny", I said. "This is serious. Oh, shit, if my folks saw this I'll never hear the end of it."
"Don't worry about it. Maybe we can buy a copy from security. Then we send them to Hollywood and make tons of money."
"You're crazy. You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
"I'm loving it."
"You're crazy. What am I going to do with you?"
"Don't you mean what are you going to do to me? Come on, D, the least we can do is give our viewers an encore."
"Are you serious? I'm in trouble and you want my cock inside you now?"
"I love it when you talk dirty."
Cynthia got up and took off the blazer, letting it drop to her feet, showing off that incredible body of hers. I stood there, unable to figure out what to do next. I looked at the camera and back at Cynthia; back and forth with no solution.
"I'm ready for my close up, Mr. Knight," she said.
"Okay", I said, "intermission over."
We were on the floor, providing the encore she requested. Maybe I can bribe security into giving me the footage before it's too late.
The End.
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