jalan
01-31-2011, 5:29 AM
When i wrote this fantasy, i imagined Vicky to resemble the beautiful Miss Dragonlily, hence her picture.
As for Kahlen, she's a projection of myself but i used a model who's name actually is Kahlen.
I haven't written Part 2 yet but may do so if there's interest.
http://img284.imagevenue.com/loc89/th_02661_kahlen2_122_89lo.jpg (http://img284.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=02661_kahlen2_122_89lo.jpg)http://img235.imagevenue.com/loc385/th_02846_DL_123_385lo.jpg (http://img235.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=02846_DL_123_385lo.jpg)
Kahlen and Vicky
Part 1
Kahlen was trying to appear alert as the office meeting droned on. The 22 year old intern had graduated just three months earlier and felt incredibly fortunate to have landed an internship at the prestigious firm.
She was also keenly aware of the pressure to prove her competence. To prove she wasn't just a pretty face who relied on her looks to get through life. Sure, anyone could see she was stunning. She was 'model pretty'; her delicate features exquisitely framed by silky chestnut hair, while her 5ft 2" figure could best be described as, 'perky yet petite'.
Although her knee-height boots, black skirt and light blouse were well within the bounds of professional dress-code, she hadn't been spared the venomous stares and catty whispers of one or two coworkers. But they just made her more determined to accomplish her goals through nothing less than hard work.
So it was with some trepidation that Kahlen surreptitiously reached into her bag to retrieve her cell phone when she'd felt it vibrate against her booted calf.
It was a text message from….. Vicky?!
Her heart fluttered and she could already feel a familiar tingling in her crotch. She’d been daydreaming about this girl all week!
After a quick scan of the room to make sure her coworkers' attention were elsewhere, Kahlen opened the message….
She swallowed hard and the heat rose in her face as she stared at the photo attachment. The screen was filled with the image of two bare feet, soles facing the camera. The heels and pads slightly blackened with dirt.
But these weren't just any feet. They were the soft, silken, shapely bare soles of an Asian goddess!
They were the soles that had left their imprint on both her heart and body as they'd sunk into the warmth and firmness of her stomach and luxuriated there.
They were the lovely tanned toes that had gripped her tongue as she'd earnestly rubbed it back and forth on the sensitive skin between them.
They were the exquisitely pedicured nails that had left long red lines on her skin as they'd playfully scratched her.
They were the feet that made her pant and grovel.
They were Vicky's feet. And Kahlen was intimately familiar with every delectable inch of them, having spent hours kissing, serving and adoring them.
Seeing this photo brought back a flood of sensations and made her wet with longing; just as Vicky had intended when she'd posted it.
Along with the photo of her feet, Vicky had added just two words of text: Call me.
Kahlen looked at her watch. If she'd been bored a minute ago, now she was desperate for the meeting to end. After an agonizing further ten minutes that felt more like an hour, the meeting was closed and Kailtynn was first out of the room. Rushing back to her desk, she ducked behind her cubicle, panting as she called Vicky's number.
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After several rings, the sound of Vicky's sensuous, lightly-accented voice set off a charge of electrical tingling between her legs once more.
"You took your time." She sounded cold, haughty, imperious but oh, so sexy.
"I’m sorry, I…" whispered Kahlen into the phone.
Vicky cut her off. "Obviously you don’t want to bury your face in my silky soft soles and run your tongue all over them." she teased.
"I do!" Kahlen blurted out desperately. "I was trapped in a meeting… I'm sorry." Then more quietly, "You know I'd do anything for a chance to worship your wonderful feet, Vicky."
Vicky giggled throatily, delighted by these words. But she wasn't going to let Kahlen off that easy. Now she sensed the opportunity for some major teasing. "Oh really? Make me believe it then. What are you going to do for me if I let you kiss my sexy Asian feet?"
"But I thought you love having me at your feet?" Kahlen whimpered in an almost pleading voice.
"I do. But after all, my feet are special. You're going to have to earn them!"
A smile curled Kahlen's lips on hearing these words. "You're right. They are special! But honey, please don’t make me beg right here in the office!"
"But I love it when you beg!" Vicky laughed, full of mirth and sass as ever.
Then in a conspiratorial tone; "You know, you're not the only girl lusting after me Kahlen. For one, there's that hot black woman down the hall. I've seen the way she looks at me. Makes me wonder what it’d be like to try some 'chocolate'. Who knows? I might like it more than 'vanilla'. They say black women have the best bottoms in the world, just as we Asians have the best feet."
"But us white girls have the best tongues for pleasuring your wonderful little Asian feet." Kahlen shot back.
"As for bottoms, all I know is that your ass is a miracle of creation."
This drew another delighted giggle from Vicky. "Yeah and I bet you've been dreaming about my spectacular Asian ass too, you nasty, horny white girl!"
Kahlen's cheeks burned crimson. She knew it was true.
"Well I won't deny you've got a great tongue. Not to mention an eager attitude. And I've been on my bare feet all day so I suppose I could use some soft lips and a warm, eager tongue to clean and sooth them."
Kahlens pussy throbbed even harder at these words.
"What time do you get off work?"
"F-Five o’clock. I…" Kahlen stammered, "I should be able to make it to your place by six."
"Don’t be late." Vicky put the phone down.
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Kahlen's hands trembled on the steering wheel as she drove. Somehow, Vicky's merciless sexual teasing always succeeded in reducing her to a lustful, quivering wreck.
Over the past few years, Kahlen had been lucky enough to worship (and be trampled under) the feet of several beautiful women. But only Vicky could get her as worked up as she was now.
Kahlen may have been a beautiful, intelligent and successful young woman, but a simple phone call from Vicky could reduce her to nothing more than a willing white slave for her insatiable Asian queen.
Sometimes she wondered if she was just sick. How had she gotten this way?
As she drove through the heavy traffic, Kahlen's thoughts wandered back to the time these desires had been awakened in her.
Her attraction to other girls, specifically Asian girls, had started in her freshman year of college. She had been the only white girl in an all-Asian girl dorm….
As for Kahlen, she's a projection of myself but i used a model who's name actually is Kahlen.
I haven't written Part 2 yet but may do so if there's interest.
http://img284.imagevenue.com/loc89/th_02661_kahlen2_122_89lo.jpg (http://img284.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=02661_kahlen2_122_89lo.jpg)http://img235.imagevenue.com/loc385/th_02846_DL_123_385lo.jpg (http://img235.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=02846_DL_123_385lo.jpg)
Kahlen and Vicky
Part 1
Kahlen was trying to appear alert as the office meeting droned on. The 22 year old intern had graduated just three months earlier and felt incredibly fortunate to have landed an internship at the prestigious firm.
She was also keenly aware of the pressure to prove her competence. To prove she wasn't just a pretty face who relied on her looks to get through life. Sure, anyone could see she was stunning. She was 'model pretty'; her delicate features exquisitely framed by silky chestnut hair, while her 5ft 2" figure could best be described as, 'perky yet petite'.
Although her knee-height boots, black skirt and light blouse were well within the bounds of professional dress-code, she hadn't been spared the venomous stares and catty whispers of one or two coworkers. But they just made her more determined to accomplish her goals through nothing less than hard work.
So it was with some trepidation that Kahlen surreptitiously reached into her bag to retrieve her cell phone when she'd felt it vibrate against her booted calf.
It was a text message from….. Vicky?!
Her heart fluttered and she could already feel a familiar tingling in her crotch. She’d been daydreaming about this girl all week!
After a quick scan of the room to make sure her coworkers' attention were elsewhere, Kahlen opened the message….
She swallowed hard and the heat rose in her face as she stared at the photo attachment. The screen was filled with the image of two bare feet, soles facing the camera. The heels and pads slightly blackened with dirt.
But these weren't just any feet. They were the soft, silken, shapely bare soles of an Asian goddess!
They were the soles that had left their imprint on both her heart and body as they'd sunk into the warmth and firmness of her stomach and luxuriated there.
They were the lovely tanned toes that had gripped her tongue as she'd earnestly rubbed it back and forth on the sensitive skin between them.
They were the exquisitely pedicured nails that had left long red lines on her skin as they'd playfully scratched her.
They were the feet that made her pant and grovel.
They were Vicky's feet. And Kahlen was intimately familiar with every delectable inch of them, having spent hours kissing, serving and adoring them.
Seeing this photo brought back a flood of sensations and made her wet with longing; just as Vicky had intended when she'd posted it.
Along with the photo of her feet, Vicky had added just two words of text: Call me.
Kahlen looked at her watch. If she'd been bored a minute ago, now she was desperate for the meeting to end. After an agonizing further ten minutes that felt more like an hour, the meeting was closed and Kailtynn was first out of the room. Rushing back to her desk, she ducked behind her cubicle, panting as she called Vicky's number.
****************************************
After several rings, the sound of Vicky's sensuous, lightly-accented voice set off a charge of electrical tingling between her legs once more.
"You took your time." She sounded cold, haughty, imperious but oh, so sexy.
"I’m sorry, I…" whispered Kahlen into the phone.
Vicky cut her off. "Obviously you don’t want to bury your face in my silky soft soles and run your tongue all over them." she teased.
"I do!" Kahlen blurted out desperately. "I was trapped in a meeting… I'm sorry." Then more quietly, "You know I'd do anything for a chance to worship your wonderful feet, Vicky."
Vicky giggled throatily, delighted by these words. But she wasn't going to let Kahlen off that easy. Now she sensed the opportunity for some major teasing. "Oh really? Make me believe it then. What are you going to do for me if I let you kiss my sexy Asian feet?"
"But I thought you love having me at your feet?" Kahlen whimpered in an almost pleading voice.
"I do. But after all, my feet are special. You're going to have to earn them!"
A smile curled Kahlen's lips on hearing these words. "You're right. They are special! But honey, please don’t make me beg right here in the office!"
"But I love it when you beg!" Vicky laughed, full of mirth and sass as ever.
Then in a conspiratorial tone; "You know, you're not the only girl lusting after me Kahlen. For one, there's that hot black woman down the hall. I've seen the way she looks at me. Makes me wonder what it’d be like to try some 'chocolate'. Who knows? I might like it more than 'vanilla'. They say black women have the best bottoms in the world, just as we Asians have the best feet."
"But us white girls have the best tongues for pleasuring your wonderful little Asian feet." Kahlen shot back.
"As for bottoms, all I know is that your ass is a miracle of creation."
This drew another delighted giggle from Vicky. "Yeah and I bet you've been dreaming about my spectacular Asian ass too, you nasty, horny white girl!"
Kahlen's cheeks burned crimson. She knew it was true.
"Well I won't deny you've got a great tongue. Not to mention an eager attitude. And I've been on my bare feet all day so I suppose I could use some soft lips and a warm, eager tongue to clean and sooth them."
Kahlens pussy throbbed even harder at these words.
"What time do you get off work?"
"F-Five o’clock. I…" Kahlen stammered, "I should be able to make it to your place by six."
"Don’t be late." Vicky put the phone down.
********************************************
Kahlen's hands trembled on the steering wheel as she drove. Somehow, Vicky's merciless sexual teasing always succeeded in reducing her to a lustful, quivering wreck.
Over the past few years, Kahlen had been lucky enough to worship (and be trampled under) the feet of several beautiful women. But only Vicky could get her as worked up as she was now.
Kahlen may have been a beautiful, intelligent and successful young woman, but a simple phone call from Vicky could reduce her to nothing more than a willing white slave for her insatiable Asian queen.
Sometimes she wondered if she was just sick. How had she gotten this way?
As she drove through the heavy traffic, Kahlen's thoughts wandered back to the time these desires had been awakened in her.
Her attraction to other girls, specifically Asian girls, had started in her freshman year of college. She had been the only white girl in an all-Asian girl dorm….