Once finished taking pictures, I grab the towel and clean myself up. I leave my your feet swimming in my cum though. I have one more perverted idea to cap off a wonderful evening. I go into your bedroom and grab a pair of your cotton socks and a pair of tennis shoes. I come back and put your socks on your feet with my cum still on them. I put your shoes on next and lace them up. I get dressed and gather all of my things. I load up. I'll free you but it'll be the last thing I do before leaving.
I place my invoice next to you on the floor and kneel down. I give you a kiss on the cheek and whisper in your ear
"Natalie, you and your feet are the best! Thank you for an incredible time"
With that, I stand up and take my foot and push the carpet roll the opposite direction. The carpet unravels as you roll with it. I run out the door, jump in my van and speed away. After I'm gone you stand up. You feel my hot cum saturating your socks. Your feet tingling from the experience they just had. You reach down picking up my invoice. You see the words "No charge" on the ticket and just smile. You think to yourself that your ordeal was definitely worth it!!!
The End.
A Midnight Tryst with Farmer's Son
I sat in my stalled car, engrossed by the rain and pissed that my cell phone couldn't pick up a signal so I could call for help. I had no idea where I was, where to go, or even how long my car had sat on the shoulder of what appeared to be a deserted road. I locked my doors and vowed that would be the last time I met anyone for a last-minute appointment.
I was startled when someone knocked on the window. A man who lived in a nearby farmhouse smiled down at me through the downpour.
"Need some help, miss?" he asked.
I was both grateful and nervous to see someone. While he appeared to be middle aged and had a friendly face, there was no guarantee the guy wasn't a deranged rapist.
I carefully cracked my window and told him what had happened.
"My wife and I were on our way home when we saw you," he replied.. "Little wet out here. Why don't we drive you to our home and you can find help from there?"
"Yes, thank you."
I hopped into a worn-looking pickup truck with the farmer and his wife. She was as friendly as her husband and expressed concern as to why I was out so late. I told her I'd been on my way back to town when I'd apparently taken a wrong turn and then my car engine expired.
"It's very dangerous for a woman alone at night," she said. "Lord knows what could've happened if Al and I hadn't come along."
"I'm very grateful. My phone must've gone dead too."
"Those fancy phones don't work well out here," the farmer said. "Just as well. Too many of those towers bring down property values."
By the time we reached the farm where my rescuers lived, the rain had slowed a little. The house was cozy and welcoming, and the farmer showed me where their phone was located.
"Eileen," he said to his wife. "How about making some coffee for our guest?"
She nodded and disappeared into the kitchen while I tried to find a garage that was still open and could send a tow truck.
I made a second mental note: join an auto club in case I got into another situation like my present one.
After I made some calls and discovered no one would be available until morning, my hosts invited me to stay for the night. "We have some spare rooms and I'm sure Eileen can loan you something to sleep in," the farmer said.
All of us were sitting at the kitchen table when a dark-haired and tanned younger man appeared in the foyer right outside the kitchen. He was wet from the rain and his T-shirt clung to his muscular chest, wide shoulders, and well-defined upper arms. When he turned to remove his shoes, I noticed his strong back and tight ass.
"Hired help?" I asked the couple.
"Could say that," the farmer replied. "He's our son. Last one left at home. Our three girls are married and on their own."
"Twenty-two years old," his wife added, "and still hasn't found a nice girl to marry."
I was amazed how this couple was close to my own age, yet had four grown children, three of them living away from home. I figured the couple must've married and begun their family at a very young age.
"Pop," the younger man called. "Sorry I'm late getting in. Main roads are flooded. Probably won't have them open again until morning. I had to take a longer route."
I finally got a good look at him when he came into the kitchen. Though his mother said he was twenty-two, I wasn't sure if it was his hard body or how he'd carried himself, but he appeared older than his actual age.
He gave me a shy smile before turning back to his parents. "Didn't know you folks had company."
"Devon is just staying the night," the farmer said. "Car trouble."
"No one can come out until morning," I replied.
"Where is it?" his son asked while staring at me with his dark eyes. "As long as your car isn't on one of the main roads, I could take my tow truck to bring it back here."
"About a mile from here." I gave him the approximate location. "Your parents came by and found me not long after my car died."
He nodded. " I know where that is. Not safe for a lady to be out by herself at night, though."
I was flattered by his concern and couldn't help wondering why he was still living at home. When he was gone, I turned back to his parents. "I bet he gets all of the women."
The farmer shook his head. "Mostly city trash who just want to get him into bed. He's better off with a nice country girl with some decent values and can give him children."
He's twenty-two with his whole life ahead of him. There's no rush to settle down and have kids, I wanted to say.
I was married at eighteen and gave birth to our daughter a year later. Now at forty-two, I'd been divorced for five years and Julia just started graduate school. I didn't want to see this couple's son throw away his life in the same fashion in spite of their beliefs. Nice women also lived in the city.
The son returned about thirty minutes later with my car on his tow truck. He offered to take me to my mechanic's garage the next morning on his way to work. In addition to helping his parents on the farm, he worked in construction. I guess the latter explained his tanned and toned body.
We all went upstairs not long afterward. I found a nightgown laid on a bed in one of the spare rooms the couple prepared for me. I took a shower in an adjoining bathroom and put it on. The nightgown was a bit loose and not something I'd wear to bed, but it had to do for the night.
I don't know what time I went to sleep, but it was around midnight when I was awakened by a presence in my room. I turned on my back and gasped upon seeing a silhouette by my bed.
It took a moment to realize it was the couple's son. Even in the dark, I could see he was nude and had an erection.
"Shhhh..." he whispered and then kissed me. His tongue licked the corner of my lips before he slid it in my mouth.
We broke the kiss and he moved to the foot of the bed. He pushed up my nightgown, exposing my naked pussy, spread my legs, and dove his head between them. His tongue caressed, teased, licked, and tormented my clit and the entire perimeter of my opening. His fingers found their way inside me and he slid them in and out of my opening while he continued teasing my slit with his mouth and tongue.
I was so turned on by the fact that I was being both orally pleasured and finger fucked by a man almost Julia's age while his own parents slept down the hall, it didn't take much for me to come. His face remained buried in my pussy for a few minutes after my orgasm.
He stood and pulled the nightgown over my head, tossed it aside, and looked at my body. He mounted me and started rubbing and squeezing my large tits, sucking and licking each of them while rubbing the tip of his cock up and down my slit. He then looked into my eyes as he pushed his entire shaft inside me in one fast motion.
His cock was long, thick, and very hard. I clutched the sheets and bit my lip to keep from crying out while he fucked me until my body jerked with orgasm.We kissed while he th
rust his hips into mine and continued pounding me.I loved how he fucked me hard, rough, and passionately. He was so hard and hot that I thought I would pass out from ecstasy.
He never stopped looking into my eyes as he slammed his body against mine. He lifted my legs, placed them on his shoulders, and drove his cock deeper inside me. I rocked my hips, meeting each thrust, feeling him fill me each time. I began to whimper, rolling my head back and forth, my hair spread around my head.
I felt him start to pulse inside me and heard him grunt softly while he continued screwing me. He let out loud sigh and I felt the warm wetness of his sperm pass into my pussy.
After a few more thrusts, he withdrew his now-limp dick. He then pulled the covers over my naked body and kissed me one last time.
"Thank you," he whispered before he left my room."Sleep tight."
I never saw the young man again, but I have a lasting reminder of our only night together.
My son is now three years old and the exact image of the man who fathered him. I've also found myself wondering if Evan's father followed his own parents' wishes and married a "nice country girl" or decided to travel another path in life.
The End.
Vampire's Lust
It was about 12 in the morning before Christopher arrived home with Avery tailing his every move. She has to. She was his slave as he was her master. It was this way ever since he rescued her from her vindictive father. She knew not the pact she was making with him though. He never treated her bad, but when his rage got the better of him, she knew it was best to stay out of his way. The night had been plump with excitement. Christopher and Avery went club hopping, mainly because Christopher was hungry. Hungry for food no, but for blood yes. The gyrating bodies of willing souls in late night clubs always fed Christopher's blood lust. He would usually find a good one who'd consent to blood and sex, but he never wanted sex from them. The blood was enough to arouse him. They were beneath him and didn't deserve that sort of special treatment. That he would save for Avery.
As they walked through the threshold of their large but comfortable house, Christopher rage was still fuming. Avery has disobeyed him at one of the night clubs and refused for only a second to leave the room as he partook of the blood of one rather promiscuous female. He hit Avery hard across the face and told her if she wanted to live to see tomorrow she'd better be on her way. He would never kill Avery, she was too precious, though you must keep a slave in place or they come under the impression that they are the master, and not vice versa. He plopped his messenger bag down on the floor and hung up his trench coat. Avery immediately began to work in the kitchen. This was a usual ritually when they arrived home late. He would sit by the counter and watch her movements carefully as she cooked. And so he did.
He watched her as she made her way about the kitchen, gathering various supplies to create his meal. It isn't like he didn't trust her, though you can never be too careful. Although a slave is very compelled to follow their master's commands, they still have their free will. Avery moved with a light step. She fluttered around the kitchen as a butterfly would around a meadow. She was indeed, the most beautiful creature Christopher ever encountered. Her skin was tanned, her eyes dark with mischief. Her hair fell far to the small of her back and curled up ever so slightly in blue black waves. Her legs were long and lean from her days of running track and her figure was also perfectly sculpted. She was not robust, but rather small and petite. A perfect 5''5. She was the sweetest thing. Her voice always quiet when she spoke, but around strangers, she would act as if they have been friend for as long as she could remember. She always took herself up in something spiritual. Weather it be praying or yoga or anything else. He on the other hand was the polar opposite to her. He was strong and built with a chest made of steel. A towering 6"5. His hair was coal black and fell down to his shoulders. He always wore it slick back to expose his striking green eyes and defined chin. He didn't keep much facial hair, he found it barbaric. However, what he did keep was cut and shaved into a neat goatee fashion. He is too, often quiet. Though unlike Avery's bubbly personality, he has none. He kept to himself and his studies. His dark past inspired his cello music. He was indeed the most brilliant cellist man kind had ever seen. After all, he had been practicing for over five thousand years.
His memories took him far and he almost missed the thing that would turn the night into a completely different direction. He stilled fumed with rage over Avery's defiance, however this one little incident would evaporate all anger he was directing toward her. Avery hadn't bothered to change when she got home. He never really cared what she wore or when she wore it, because her beauty was all that mattered. Today though her realized exactly how striking this female really was. She wore a white corset dress with black trimming that fell over her hips beautifully. Her hair was straightened and hanging down her back to cover the fact that the back of the dress was only held together by strings. He legs shown at the bottom of the dress were shining with whatever type of lotion she used before they left. He averted his eyes automatically, feeling as if he shouldn't watch her this way and be thinking the thoughts that he was, though he wanted to ravish her body so bad.
"Avery," He said, in a dark dangerous tone.
She stopped what she was doing instantly and turned to face him, her eyes wide with fear knowing that he was still angry.
"Yes, my Lord?" She asked in a wavering tone
"Your outfit is not appropriate for home activities. Please go and change into something a little more comfortable.." He had to stop himself before he went onto say before I rip every strand of cloth from your body and have my way with you.
"As you wish." She replied and scurried upstairs. He listened as she undressed and redressed. He could only imagine what she wore under that dress. Maybe nothing. No! He mustn't think these thoughts. Though, he has promised Avery when the time came, they would truly be together. Maybe the time had come..
She came back downstairs within 15 minutes wearing loose jeans and a button up white blouse. His eyes trailed around her body and noticed her curves more and more. Her hair was braided back now, her face bare of make up. He loved her without make up. He would never understand why woman hid their beauty underneath all the stuff. She continued to cut carrots on the island in the middle of the kitchen, while he oversaw from a short distance. Her skill in the culinary arts was superb, but her hands were not as they should be. Any second she would..
And so she did.
The knife gently kissed her finger and drops of rubies fell onto the cutting board.
"Oh, um..My apologies my Lord." She stuttered out as she tried, with no prevail to clean the blood. The gash in her finger was deep, and the rubies fell to the floor as she made her way over to the sink. Wrapping her finger with a paper towel proved to be ineffective. The flimsy material was soaked in seconds. Her blood was wasting! Christopher's eyes widened as the scent of her blood hit him. Her blood smelled pure and untainted and like clockwork, he could feel the space in his jeans becoming sparse. He walked over awkwardly to Avery and stood behind her deeply breathing over her neck. This was wrong, and he knew it...but the blood...it's scent was so intoxicating. He was hungry still after all. He didn't take the woman at the night club because with his outburst at Avery, the compulsion he held over the woman faded and she screamed at the sight of his elongated teeth.
"Let me see." He said, pushing up closer to Avery, gesturing to her hand. She managed to turn, leaning back slightly into the sink and raised her hand slightly close to her master's face. He unwrapped the soaked paper towel, hardly able to keep his eyes from rolling back into his head with the heavy scent of Avery's sweet blood. He gazed fondly at the red dripping slowly down her finger. The bleeding had slowed, but it still managed to vibrate a bit with every pound of her strong heart. He was lost within himself. Studying the beautiful red staining Avery's finger. He never partook of her. He promised himself he wouldn't. But with every second passing, he found it impossible. Inching close
r and closer the blood appeared to him as if he was in a dream. He lapped the blood from her finger and she watched him with horror. He stood for a moment, sucking the sweet nectar from the cut. He released her finger and ran it from his lips to the bottom of his chin. The blood tasted like honey and he could only imagine what it would be like to take from her most profound veins in her inner thighs of neck or...
He snapped back to reality. What had he done!? He'd tasted the one he promised never to violate so. Pushing himself back from Avery he barked at her to go upstairs. She whimpered and bolted for the stairs. He smacked his forehead and ran his hand down his face, cleaning the blood from his lips. The space within his jeans returned and he sulked. How could he do this to her? The love of his life! She'd probably be scared out of her mind tomorrow. Rage over poured from his soul and he threw the nearest thing to him against the wall with such vampiric force, you would think a small truck hit the wall. The glass shattered into a thousand tiny pieces. He dashed for his studies and began the fit of the lifetime. Books were thrown across the floor, chairs and tables wrecked. Broken glass littered a section of the floor and plants cried as the watched the soil be ground into the carpet. Avery would not hear his outburst. His study was silent. After an hour or so of his tantrum, he rested on his bed and sobs racked his body. He hurt her. He hurt her in a way he promised he never would. The only thing that could bring his trouble soul comfort now was his cello. Anabel, as he called her, rested in the corner of the room. Her strings watched him wisely and awaited his fingers. He wasn't surprised Anabel was still intact. He loved Avery and Anabel more than anything in his existence. Taking up Anabel in his hands, he played the saddest, most tortured song he could think up. The night went by and before he knew it, it was 3:54 and he heard a knock on his chamber door. Avery perhaps here to tell him what a beast he was. It was her who stood there when he opened the door. She looked calm.
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