Lone Stranger
06-26-2011, 4:14 PM
I saw something the other day that inspired this story. Let me know if you like it.
A Girl Called Vickie
By Lone Stranger
A couple of weeks ago I was driving by this apartment building when I spied and tree lying on the power lines. It has just happened as a fierce windstorm had just passed through this area. I wasn’t sure if the line were still hot or nor, but they were across the road and so I stopped in the drive of the apartment building and called the power company on my cell phone. I decided to wait until the power company trucks arrived and warn motorists of the down power lines.
As I was waiting I became aware of someone behind me. I turned around and saw the most beautiful creature I think I have ever seen. A girl had come out of her apartment to see why she had lost power. And what a girl she was! She was in her late twenties and medium height and had short auburn hair with red highlights streaking back through it in kind of a windswept look. She was thin, maybe 100 or 110 lbs. with a very tight butt and perky little breasts and not an ounce of fat on her perfect body. She sported a dark bronze tan all over her body and green eyes that seemed to look right through you. She was wearing a florescent orange halter-top and blue jean shorts and long bronze legs that went all the way down to her pretty bare feet. And what feet they were. Slender feet with long silver painted toes tanned to a perfect bronze, which almost hid the dirty haze they gathered from her going barefoot outside.
My admiration of her feet was torn away when she spoke to me. She asked me if that downed tree was the reason her power was out. I stammered “Yes Ma-am”. She looked a little irritated. I guess because her power was out or maybe she caught me drinking in her feet. Anyway she asked if anybody called the power company. I said, “Yes, Ma-am, I did.
She looked even more agitated and said, “ I guess the power will be out all evening.”
I said, “Yes Ma-am, I spect so.”
She looked particularly agitated and said; “If you call me Ma-am one more time, I’m gonna stand on your head till you stop!”
Out of years or habit I said, “Yes, Ma-am.” And then realized what I had done, but before I could say anything she just pointed to the ground and told me to lay my head down. Now I didn’t think she would actually do it, but I wasn’t about to disobey a beautiful girl like her, so I just lay down in front of her and laid my head on the ground.
Now I think she was just as surprised as I was that I would actually lie down in front of her. Maybe she took it, as a bit of a challenge, anyway she wasn’t going to be out done so she just stepped up with first one dirty bare foot on the side of my head and then the other one and just stood there like a queen.
At first I was surprised that she would actually do it and then I was surprised at heavy a full grown girl is if she stands full weight right on your head. Her weight was grinding my ear into the rough ground as she just stood her ground. She was standing on my ear and her toes were curled around and hanging down into my face. I knew it had been a very hot day all day and I could detect the unmistakable smell of girl feet as she curled her toes into my face.
As I was dealing with her very heavy feet, Vickie (I found out later her name was Vickie) was enjoying herself. She always had a thing for making people suffer for her and she felt like a queen as she stood on my obviously suffering head. She said, “Now are you going to call me Ma-am anymore?” and she sort of wriggled her toes in my face.
I said, “No…” I almost said no Ma-am, but caught myself just in time.
She said, “You’d better not.”, and stepped down from my aching head.
As I was getting up she asked if I thought the power would be out long. I said probably, there were several poles down and it would take a while to fix. She said that’s inconvenient now without TV she had nothing to do that evening. I said, “ Yes Ma-am, I know what you mean.”
In a flash the look on her face and m own slow brain told me I screwed up! She just pointed to the ground with an “I told you what would happen” look on her face. This time I lay down before her on my back because it hurt my ear so much the last time. She thought, “I don’t believe this idiot laid down again, Oh well, if he can take it I sure can!” She said, “If you don’t want me to step on your face, you’d better turn your head.”
I started to say something about how it hurt my ear, but before I could even finish she cut me off and said, “Suit yourself!” and stepped right on my face and stood there with both pretty feet.
Right away I thought my head was going to bust as she flattened my whole face with her hot, dirty feet. I could smell her feminine foot odor as her feet smashed themselves into my senses. This time she was in no hurry to step down preferring instead to enjoy watching my suffering face beneath her pretty tanned feet. She seemed to enjoy the fact that I was suffering for her and didn’t really feel any empathy for me at all. She figured if I was dumb enough to lie down she was smart enough to stand on my face!
After a while she gave sort of a little hop and wriggled her toes some and asked what word I wasn’t supposed to say. I tried to say, but could only mumble as she was standing right on my mouth with one foot and on my eyes with the other and my nose was squashed in between her two feet. I just lay there and smelled her feet and thought that a beautiful girl was doing something involving personal contact between her and me, even if she was just standing on my face it was very personal. Again she gave a little hop, wriggled her toes and asked if I was sure what word I was not supposed to say. And again I just mumbled under her feet. She said, “Make sure, because if I have to step on your face again, I’m not going to get down for a long time,” and she gave me a little stomp with the foot on my mouth just to drive her point home. I mumbled some more and she said, “OK I’m going to trust you.” And saying that, she stepped down making sure to twist her foot on my mouth as she did so.
At first I just lay there, relieved to have her weight off my face. I didn’t know it, but I looked kind of silly as I had two obvious footprints on my face from her feet. She was amused that she had left her mark on me so to speak. I mistook her amusement for something else and started to apologize as I was getting up. I told her I was sorry, but I was just brought up that way and was taught to call all women that name as a sign of respect. She said it made her feel like an old lady and she didn’t like it. And then she thought of what people would think when they saw me with two footprints on my face and she started to laugh to herself. The more she tried to stifle her amusement the more I tried to apologize and told her I meant no disrespect, just the opposite. I was making a fool of myself apologizing and she was thinking of how foolish I would look walking around among people with two footprints on my face. She finally composed herself and said, “Just make sure you don’t use that word around me!”
And I said, “Yes Ma-am.”
As soon as I said it I was mortified! I just couldn’t help it! She caught me off guard!
She just glared at me. Secretly she was glad I screwed up. With the power out there was nothing else to do. She might as well play with this fool some. Besides she liked exercising the power she had over me, but not out here, she needed to get me somewhere more private.
She walked up to me and said, “I can see you are going to need some special instruction. Follow me.” And she just turned a walked back to her apartment. It was a test to see if I was smitten enough to obey her.
I was afraid of what she might do to me, but I wasn’t about to disobey someone as pretty as her and besides I craved the personal attention. I just hoped it wouldn’t hurt too much. I dutifully hurried after her.
She thought, “Boy this guy will do whatever I say. Am I going to have fun with him!”
Once inside she walked over to the kitchen sink and said she was just starting to do the dishes when the power went out. She told me to lie down in front of the sink so she could stand on my face and do the dishes. I dutifully lay down in front of the sink. She didn’t waste any time. She immediately stepped up on my face with both feet. I guess she didn’t want to give me any time to think about it. My head on the hard floor felt like it was going to bust as she stood on me with her full weight. She wasn’t heavy by general standards, but all her weight concentrated right on my face was considerable indeed. It felt like any minute my face was going flatten completely into my head.
She squirmed her feet around some and said my face was a lot more comfortable than that hard floor to stand on. With the air conditioning off and her just coming in from outside her feet were hot as well as dirty as she twisted them about on my face. I endured her foot smell as well as her twisting my face to mush. After a while she said I’m going to stand here till I squeeze those bad thoughts from your head. As she said this she lifted her foot that was over my mouth. I started to say I couldn’t help it, but she didn’t want to hear it a put her foot back down while I was still trying to talk and I had by mouth open. She stepped right into my open mouth and stood there. I could taste her foot in my mouth. After a while I rubbed my tongue on the bottom of her foot just hoping she would move it enough for me to close my mouth. She said, “How’s my foot taste? Is it good? I hope so, cause you are going to be tasting a lot more of it,” then she ground her foot around in my mouth.
Her foot tasted like sweat and dirt, but it wasn’t that bad. Or maybe I was just getting used to it. Or maybe she was just so darn good-looking for me to want it to end. Anyway after a while I started licking the bottom of her foot, just because I couldn’t get enough of her. It was starting to taste less dirty and more salty.
She began to move around some on my face as she busied herself with washing the dishes. At some point she raised her foot enough that I was able to close my mouth, but she just ignored me and treated me just like I was a foot mat put there for her use. In fact standing on my face while she did the dishes was a lot better than standing on the hard floor and she was enjoying herself quite a bit. I, on the other hand, was beginning to suffer quite a bit from her constant weight and her smelly feet prancing about on my face. It was starting to get very uncomfortable. My nose was flattened into my face and indeed it felt as though my whole face was getting flatter. She continued to ignore me for 45 minutes or so till she completely finished what she was doing. Then she stepped down and went over to the couch. My head felt so light I thought it might float away. And then, as the numbness wore off from her feet pressing so hard on my face for so long, it really began to hurt. I could still smell her feet. But she didn’t notice or care.
She just said as she sits down on the couch and started looking through her mail, “That felt pretty good. But you’re not done yet, come over here and kneel down in front of the couch so I can use your face for a foot stool while I read my mail.”
I was stiff from lying on the floor so long, but got up a rushed over and knelt down in front of her and presented my face to the bottom of her feet so she could rest them on it. She wasted no time in planting both lovely feet in my face and started going though her mail. She just rested her feet on my face while she went through her mail her heels were on my chin and mouth and her toes were on my eyes and my nose was again caught between her two perspiring feet. I just sat there and smelled her feet as they rested on my face.
Occasionally she moved her feet about on my face to adjust her position as she tired of the old position. I was nothing more than her footstool and she paid me no mind as she rubbed her feet around on my face. I didn’t know it, but my face was the same shade of gray and as the bottoms of her feet as her foot dirt mingled with my face sweat and her foot sweat became one substance.
After a while as she was looking through a catalog that came it the mail, she stomped on my face and said, “Make your self useful. Lick my feet!” and then went back to her reading.
It was hot and I didn’t have anything to do except kneel there and smell feet so I began to lick her feet in earnest. I licked long strokes with my tongue up and down the entire bottom of her foot from her heel to her toes. When I had done one foot I started on the other one. I could taste dirt and foot sweat, but I didn’t mind cause I was doing a very personal thing for a very pretty girl and I wanted to please her very much. I licked her feet all over for about 45 minutes. I even licked everything out from between her toes. After a while her feet were clean and all her foot dirt was in my mouth. Somewhere during the process, I think when my tongue was scrubbing out between her toes, she put down her catalog, tipped her head back and savored the feeling in her feet as I continued to lick them like a man starving for food.
Pretty soon she stuck her pretty right foot into my mouth as far as it would go and began playing footsie with my tongue. As my tongue darted around her wriggling toes she began to stroke her clit through her shorts as the sensation of my sucking her feet began to get her horny. I gagged as the silver nails on her long slender toes began to dig into the back of my throat. She didn’t care and to tell the truth I was too busy sucking her tasty feet to care. After a while she switched feet in my mouth and allowed me to lather attention on her left foot as I did the right. She was getting pretty horny as my tongue slithered in and out between her toes. Finally when she could take no more she pulled her tasty foot from my mouth and left me wanting like a starving man.
She struggled to her feet and said, “I think we’ll put that licking tongue of yours to work somewhere else. But first I think I’m going to change into something cooler.” She wriggled out of her shorts to reveal the prettiest little black thong I had ever seen. The gusset was wet with her pussy juice where she had been rubbing herself together with the sweat that accumulates at the end of a hot day. She pulled it off too revealing the cutest little pussy just tinged with a small patch of auburn hair.
“Open your mouth, you can enjoy the taste of this while I change. You should like it, the thong has spent the whole day in my hot ass!” Then she thrust the damp thong deep into my mouth and scampered away to her bedroom giving me a good view of her tight little ass in the process.
Immediately the strong taste of the damp thong assaulted my senses. I was taken back by the taste of ass sweat, her abundant womanly juices, and yes, even the taste of her asshole. I sucked and chewed on the dirty thong like I hadn’t eaten in weeks. I couldn’t get enough of her flavor.
After a while she came bouncing back without the halter-top and wearing the sheerest see-through, light blue, baby doll nighty I have ever seen. Her perky breasts were bouncing as she skipped along. She plopped down in front of me, pulled her now clean thong from my mouth and asked, “Did you enjoy the taste?”
“Yes, Ma-am, I enjoyed them very much.”
She ignored the “ma-am” comment and she put a leg on either side of my head and said, “Well, lets try that talented tongue of yours on this.” Indicating her wide-open pussy.
I didn’t have to be told twice. I dived right in. I sucked and licked her pussy for all I was worth. I greedily drank down all off her juices. I was ecstatic to be eating this beautiful woman. Her first orgasm came quickly and I gladly swallowed all of her cum and continued to search for more. By the way she was moaning she was really enjoying it. Her pussy was sweaty from a hot day and therefore it tasted a little salty, but I couldn’t get enough of her. After 20 minutes of sucking and licking she had her second orgasm in my mouth, but still I didn’t stop. I sucked and licked her for another half hour till we were both exhausted from the experience. As her body shuddered with her third orgasm she couldn’t hold it any longer. She had to pee for some time now and she suddenly let go into my sucking mouth. I drank her like a man dying of thirst. Once started, she couldn’t and didn’t want to stop. She grabbed the back of my head and held me tight to her pussy while she peed and peed into my mouth. I didn’t think she would ever stop, but I kept on drinking trying to keep up with her flow. It tasted bitter, liking sucking on a urinal, but I was too involved to stop now. Finally after her bladder was utterly spent she dribbled to a halt. Exhausted she finally pushed me back, put her right foot in my face and pushed me away. I fell to the floor exhausted and we both just lay there and panted for a while.
I was starting to get dark by this time and without power it was growing pretty dark in the room. She was the first to move as she got up and went to get a battery-powered light, stepping on and walking over my face in the process. She returned with the light and a book and said she was going to read awhile and since she hadn’t forgot about that last “ma-am”, I could lay my head on the couch and she would sit on my face while she read.
I was hoping she forgot about that, but I got up from the floor and placed my head face up in the center of her couch. She didn’t waste any time at all. She just flipped up her nightie and sat with her bare ass right on my face! She wriggled around some to get comfortable and caught me trying to breathe and came to rest with her hot, sweaty asshole on my open mouth. Luckily my nose was stuck in the crack of her ass and I could breathe a little air there, although all the air I got smelled of her hot, smelly ass crack. I say luckily because I could suck no air out of her asshole filling my mouth.
She, on the other hand, paid no mind to me and how I was going to breathe.
She just sat on my face full weight and read her book. I guess she figured it was up to me to figure out how to breathe. I don’t think she realized how smelly her ass was either. After all day in the summer heat her ass has developed quite a strong smell. I, on the other hand, was very aware of it. Every breath I took was filled with the smell of her dirty ass. And every time I tried to wipe my lips with my tongue I could taste her dirty asshole.
After several times of my tongue swiping over her asshole she said, ”Make yourself useful and lick my ass!”
I wondered if she had any idea how bad her ass tasted.
Anyway, I figured, why fight it, At least it will take the taste of her piss out of my mouth and maybe if I licked her ass some it would taste better. So I started licking her ass. At first I just took long tongue strokes up and down the crack of her ass. After a while, as I got into it, I concentrated on licking her puckered hole. Then I plunged my tongue deep into her ass and began wiping out the inside with my tongue. It was amazing, no matter how much I licked, there was always more flavor. I had no luck in licking it away.
After a while she put down her book and said, “How does it taste? Is it good? I hope so cause this is what you are going to have to do every time you say, Ma-am!”
She laid her head back and began to enjoy the sensation of having her ass licked. She said, “I’ll say one thing for you, you’ve got an awful good licker there,” Then she began to squirm her ass about on my face.
As I became more involved I began to suck on her flavored hole as well as trying to clean it out with my tongue. I was oblivious to her writhing her ass about on my face until she exploded in the biggest orgasm of the evening. I could tell by her violent gyrations on my face and she suddenly slid back and fed her pulsating pussy to my mouth. I drank down her cum till she finally settled down and just rested on my face.
After a time she got up and said she needed to go to bed now, but she was afraid to sleep alone with the power still out. I said tomorrow was Saturday and I didn’t have to work, so I could stay with her till morning. She said OK and led me to her bedroom. I undressed and Vickie said she didn’t want to sleep beside of me, as we hardly knew each other. She told me to get in bed with my legs running across the foot of the bed and bend at the waist and lay my head mid-way up the bed. That put my head right by her genitals. She got in bed and lay with her pussy in my face. She said she had to take a piss and, would I mind. I thought she meant she was going to get up and said, “no, I don’t mind at all.”
Then she grabbed the back of my head and held me tight to her pussy and pissed long and hard into my mouth. I could hardly drink fast enough to keep up with her flow. I guessed, if I had to put up with her pissing in my mouth to get to sleep with this beautiful girl, it would be OK. After she finished pissing she just left my face in her pussy and started to go to sleep.
I lay there with the taste of her urine still fresh in my mouth and tried to enjoy her wet pussy in my mouth. Before she fell asleep she asked if I had to get up early in the morning. I said, “no ma-am. Right away I knew I said the wrong thing.
She just said, “Well, if that’s the way you want it, all right.” And saying that she rolled over and stuck her hot ass in my face and promptly fell asleep. I lay with my face in her ass all night. I couldn’t sleep very well smelling her hot, dirty ass and at one point I tried licking it some to see if I could lick the smell away, but as I found out before, her ass never runs out of flavor. I finally fell asleep with my face still in her ass.
Sometime during the night the power came back on. She woke up in the morning and sat up on my face. As she stretched and gradually got the sleep out of her eyes she never once considered the fact the she was sitting bare assed on a human face. I woke up from the sudden weight crushing my face and the inability to breathe. She just ground her ass around on my face some getting woke up and just as I was out of air she slid back and put her pussy over my mouth. And before I knew what was going on she started pissing in my mouth. I guess she figured that I had established myself as her personal urinal. She pissed her very full bladder into my mouth and then without so much as, a pardon me; she hopped out of bed and started getting dressed.
I was up, dressed and out of her apartment, in no time. And with the taste of her urine still in my mouth I wondered if would ever again see the girl named, Vickie.
A Girl Called Vickie
By Lone Stranger
A couple of weeks ago I was driving by this apartment building when I spied and tree lying on the power lines. It has just happened as a fierce windstorm had just passed through this area. I wasn’t sure if the line were still hot or nor, but they were across the road and so I stopped in the drive of the apartment building and called the power company on my cell phone. I decided to wait until the power company trucks arrived and warn motorists of the down power lines.
As I was waiting I became aware of someone behind me. I turned around and saw the most beautiful creature I think I have ever seen. A girl had come out of her apartment to see why she had lost power. And what a girl she was! She was in her late twenties and medium height and had short auburn hair with red highlights streaking back through it in kind of a windswept look. She was thin, maybe 100 or 110 lbs. with a very tight butt and perky little breasts and not an ounce of fat on her perfect body. She sported a dark bronze tan all over her body and green eyes that seemed to look right through you. She was wearing a florescent orange halter-top and blue jean shorts and long bronze legs that went all the way down to her pretty bare feet. And what feet they were. Slender feet with long silver painted toes tanned to a perfect bronze, which almost hid the dirty haze they gathered from her going barefoot outside.
My admiration of her feet was torn away when she spoke to me. She asked me if that downed tree was the reason her power was out. I stammered “Yes Ma-am”. She looked a little irritated. I guess because her power was out or maybe she caught me drinking in her feet. Anyway she asked if anybody called the power company. I said, “Yes, Ma-am, I did.
She looked even more agitated and said, “ I guess the power will be out all evening.”
I said, “Yes Ma-am, I spect so.”
She looked particularly agitated and said; “If you call me Ma-am one more time, I’m gonna stand on your head till you stop!”
Out of years or habit I said, “Yes, Ma-am.” And then realized what I had done, but before I could say anything she just pointed to the ground and told me to lay my head down. Now I didn’t think she would actually do it, but I wasn’t about to disobey a beautiful girl like her, so I just lay down in front of her and laid my head on the ground.
Now I think she was just as surprised as I was that I would actually lie down in front of her. Maybe she took it, as a bit of a challenge, anyway she wasn’t going to be out done so she just stepped up with first one dirty bare foot on the side of my head and then the other one and just stood there like a queen.
At first I was surprised that she would actually do it and then I was surprised at heavy a full grown girl is if she stands full weight right on your head. Her weight was grinding my ear into the rough ground as she just stood her ground. She was standing on my ear and her toes were curled around and hanging down into my face. I knew it had been a very hot day all day and I could detect the unmistakable smell of girl feet as she curled her toes into my face.
As I was dealing with her very heavy feet, Vickie (I found out later her name was Vickie) was enjoying herself. She always had a thing for making people suffer for her and she felt like a queen as she stood on my obviously suffering head. She said, “Now are you going to call me Ma-am anymore?” and she sort of wriggled her toes in my face.
I said, “No…” I almost said no Ma-am, but caught myself just in time.
She said, “You’d better not.”, and stepped down from my aching head.
As I was getting up she asked if I thought the power would be out long. I said probably, there were several poles down and it would take a while to fix. She said that’s inconvenient now without TV she had nothing to do that evening. I said, “ Yes Ma-am, I know what you mean.”
In a flash the look on her face and m own slow brain told me I screwed up! She just pointed to the ground with an “I told you what would happen” look on her face. This time I lay down before her on my back because it hurt my ear so much the last time. She thought, “I don’t believe this idiot laid down again, Oh well, if he can take it I sure can!” She said, “If you don’t want me to step on your face, you’d better turn your head.”
I started to say something about how it hurt my ear, but before I could even finish she cut me off and said, “Suit yourself!” and stepped right on my face and stood there with both pretty feet.
Right away I thought my head was going to bust as she flattened my whole face with her hot, dirty feet. I could smell her feminine foot odor as her feet smashed themselves into my senses. This time she was in no hurry to step down preferring instead to enjoy watching my suffering face beneath her pretty tanned feet. She seemed to enjoy the fact that I was suffering for her and didn’t really feel any empathy for me at all. She figured if I was dumb enough to lie down she was smart enough to stand on my face!
After a while she gave sort of a little hop and wriggled her toes some and asked what word I wasn’t supposed to say. I tried to say, but could only mumble as she was standing right on my mouth with one foot and on my eyes with the other and my nose was squashed in between her two feet. I just lay there and smelled her feet and thought that a beautiful girl was doing something involving personal contact between her and me, even if she was just standing on my face it was very personal. Again she gave a little hop, wriggled her toes and asked if I was sure what word I was not supposed to say. And again I just mumbled under her feet. She said, “Make sure, because if I have to step on your face again, I’m not going to get down for a long time,” and she gave me a little stomp with the foot on my mouth just to drive her point home. I mumbled some more and she said, “OK I’m going to trust you.” And saying that, she stepped down making sure to twist her foot on my mouth as she did so.
At first I just lay there, relieved to have her weight off my face. I didn’t know it, but I looked kind of silly as I had two obvious footprints on my face from her feet. She was amused that she had left her mark on me so to speak. I mistook her amusement for something else and started to apologize as I was getting up. I told her I was sorry, but I was just brought up that way and was taught to call all women that name as a sign of respect. She said it made her feel like an old lady and she didn’t like it. And then she thought of what people would think when they saw me with two footprints on my face and she started to laugh to herself. The more she tried to stifle her amusement the more I tried to apologize and told her I meant no disrespect, just the opposite. I was making a fool of myself apologizing and she was thinking of how foolish I would look walking around among people with two footprints on my face. She finally composed herself and said, “Just make sure you don’t use that word around me!”
And I said, “Yes Ma-am.”
As soon as I said it I was mortified! I just couldn’t help it! She caught me off guard!
She just glared at me. Secretly she was glad I screwed up. With the power out there was nothing else to do. She might as well play with this fool some. Besides she liked exercising the power she had over me, but not out here, she needed to get me somewhere more private.
She walked up to me and said, “I can see you are going to need some special instruction. Follow me.” And she just turned a walked back to her apartment. It was a test to see if I was smitten enough to obey her.
I was afraid of what she might do to me, but I wasn’t about to disobey someone as pretty as her and besides I craved the personal attention. I just hoped it wouldn’t hurt too much. I dutifully hurried after her.
She thought, “Boy this guy will do whatever I say. Am I going to have fun with him!”
Once inside she walked over to the kitchen sink and said she was just starting to do the dishes when the power went out. She told me to lie down in front of the sink so she could stand on my face and do the dishes. I dutifully lay down in front of the sink. She didn’t waste any time. She immediately stepped up on my face with both feet. I guess she didn’t want to give me any time to think about it. My head on the hard floor felt like it was going to bust as she stood on me with her full weight. She wasn’t heavy by general standards, but all her weight concentrated right on my face was considerable indeed. It felt like any minute my face was going flatten completely into my head.
She squirmed her feet around some and said my face was a lot more comfortable than that hard floor to stand on. With the air conditioning off and her just coming in from outside her feet were hot as well as dirty as she twisted them about on my face. I endured her foot smell as well as her twisting my face to mush. After a while she said I’m going to stand here till I squeeze those bad thoughts from your head. As she said this she lifted her foot that was over my mouth. I started to say I couldn’t help it, but she didn’t want to hear it a put her foot back down while I was still trying to talk and I had by mouth open. She stepped right into my open mouth and stood there. I could taste her foot in my mouth. After a while I rubbed my tongue on the bottom of her foot just hoping she would move it enough for me to close my mouth. She said, “How’s my foot taste? Is it good? I hope so, cause you are going to be tasting a lot more of it,” then she ground her foot around in my mouth.
Her foot tasted like sweat and dirt, but it wasn’t that bad. Or maybe I was just getting used to it. Or maybe she was just so darn good-looking for me to want it to end. Anyway after a while I started licking the bottom of her foot, just because I couldn’t get enough of her. It was starting to taste less dirty and more salty.
She began to move around some on my face as she busied herself with washing the dishes. At some point she raised her foot enough that I was able to close my mouth, but she just ignored me and treated me just like I was a foot mat put there for her use. In fact standing on my face while she did the dishes was a lot better than standing on the hard floor and she was enjoying herself quite a bit. I, on the other hand, was beginning to suffer quite a bit from her constant weight and her smelly feet prancing about on my face. It was starting to get very uncomfortable. My nose was flattened into my face and indeed it felt as though my whole face was getting flatter. She continued to ignore me for 45 minutes or so till she completely finished what she was doing. Then she stepped down and went over to the couch. My head felt so light I thought it might float away. And then, as the numbness wore off from her feet pressing so hard on my face for so long, it really began to hurt. I could still smell her feet. But she didn’t notice or care.
She just said as she sits down on the couch and started looking through her mail, “That felt pretty good. But you’re not done yet, come over here and kneel down in front of the couch so I can use your face for a foot stool while I read my mail.”
I was stiff from lying on the floor so long, but got up a rushed over and knelt down in front of her and presented my face to the bottom of her feet so she could rest them on it. She wasted no time in planting both lovely feet in my face and started going though her mail. She just rested her feet on my face while she went through her mail her heels were on my chin and mouth and her toes were on my eyes and my nose was again caught between her two perspiring feet. I just sat there and smelled her feet as they rested on my face.
Occasionally she moved her feet about on my face to adjust her position as she tired of the old position. I was nothing more than her footstool and she paid me no mind as she rubbed her feet around on my face. I didn’t know it, but my face was the same shade of gray and as the bottoms of her feet as her foot dirt mingled with my face sweat and her foot sweat became one substance.
After a while as she was looking through a catalog that came it the mail, she stomped on my face and said, “Make your self useful. Lick my feet!” and then went back to her reading.
It was hot and I didn’t have anything to do except kneel there and smell feet so I began to lick her feet in earnest. I licked long strokes with my tongue up and down the entire bottom of her foot from her heel to her toes. When I had done one foot I started on the other one. I could taste dirt and foot sweat, but I didn’t mind cause I was doing a very personal thing for a very pretty girl and I wanted to please her very much. I licked her feet all over for about 45 minutes. I even licked everything out from between her toes. After a while her feet were clean and all her foot dirt was in my mouth. Somewhere during the process, I think when my tongue was scrubbing out between her toes, she put down her catalog, tipped her head back and savored the feeling in her feet as I continued to lick them like a man starving for food.
Pretty soon she stuck her pretty right foot into my mouth as far as it would go and began playing footsie with my tongue. As my tongue darted around her wriggling toes she began to stroke her clit through her shorts as the sensation of my sucking her feet began to get her horny. I gagged as the silver nails on her long slender toes began to dig into the back of my throat. She didn’t care and to tell the truth I was too busy sucking her tasty feet to care. After a while she switched feet in my mouth and allowed me to lather attention on her left foot as I did the right. She was getting pretty horny as my tongue slithered in and out between her toes. Finally when she could take no more she pulled her tasty foot from my mouth and left me wanting like a starving man.
She struggled to her feet and said, “I think we’ll put that licking tongue of yours to work somewhere else. But first I think I’m going to change into something cooler.” She wriggled out of her shorts to reveal the prettiest little black thong I had ever seen. The gusset was wet with her pussy juice where she had been rubbing herself together with the sweat that accumulates at the end of a hot day. She pulled it off too revealing the cutest little pussy just tinged with a small patch of auburn hair.
“Open your mouth, you can enjoy the taste of this while I change. You should like it, the thong has spent the whole day in my hot ass!” Then she thrust the damp thong deep into my mouth and scampered away to her bedroom giving me a good view of her tight little ass in the process.
Immediately the strong taste of the damp thong assaulted my senses. I was taken back by the taste of ass sweat, her abundant womanly juices, and yes, even the taste of her asshole. I sucked and chewed on the dirty thong like I hadn’t eaten in weeks. I couldn’t get enough of her flavor.
After a while she came bouncing back without the halter-top and wearing the sheerest see-through, light blue, baby doll nighty I have ever seen. Her perky breasts were bouncing as she skipped along. She plopped down in front of me, pulled her now clean thong from my mouth and asked, “Did you enjoy the taste?”
“Yes, Ma-am, I enjoyed them very much.”
She ignored the “ma-am” comment and she put a leg on either side of my head and said, “Well, lets try that talented tongue of yours on this.” Indicating her wide-open pussy.
I didn’t have to be told twice. I dived right in. I sucked and licked her pussy for all I was worth. I greedily drank down all off her juices. I was ecstatic to be eating this beautiful woman. Her first orgasm came quickly and I gladly swallowed all of her cum and continued to search for more. By the way she was moaning she was really enjoying it. Her pussy was sweaty from a hot day and therefore it tasted a little salty, but I couldn’t get enough of her. After 20 minutes of sucking and licking she had her second orgasm in my mouth, but still I didn’t stop. I sucked and licked her for another half hour till we were both exhausted from the experience. As her body shuddered with her third orgasm she couldn’t hold it any longer. She had to pee for some time now and she suddenly let go into my sucking mouth. I drank her like a man dying of thirst. Once started, she couldn’t and didn’t want to stop. She grabbed the back of my head and held me tight to her pussy while she peed and peed into my mouth. I didn’t think she would ever stop, but I kept on drinking trying to keep up with her flow. It tasted bitter, liking sucking on a urinal, but I was too involved to stop now. Finally after her bladder was utterly spent she dribbled to a halt. Exhausted she finally pushed me back, put her right foot in my face and pushed me away. I fell to the floor exhausted and we both just lay there and panted for a while.
I was starting to get dark by this time and without power it was growing pretty dark in the room. She was the first to move as she got up and went to get a battery-powered light, stepping on and walking over my face in the process. She returned with the light and a book and said she was going to read awhile and since she hadn’t forgot about that last “ma-am”, I could lay my head on the couch and she would sit on my face while she read.
I was hoping she forgot about that, but I got up from the floor and placed my head face up in the center of her couch. She didn’t waste any time at all. She just flipped up her nightie and sat with her bare ass right on my face! She wriggled around some to get comfortable and caught me trying to breathe and came to rest with her hot, sweaty asshole on my open mouth. Luckily my nose was stuck in the crack of her ass and I could breathe a little air there, although all the air I got smelled of her hot, smelly ass crack. I say luckily because I could suck no air out of her asshole filling my mouth.
She, on the other hand, paid no mind to me and how I was going to breathe.
She just sat on my face full weight and read her book. I guess she figured it was up to me to figure out how to breathe. I don’t think she realized how smelly her ass was either. After all day in the summer heat her ass has developed quite a strong smell. I, on the other hand, was very aware of it. Every breath I took was filled with the smell of her dirty ass. And every time I tried to wipe my lips with my tongue I could taste her dirty asshole.
After several times of my tongue swiping over her asshole she said, ”Make yourself useful and lick my ass!”
I wondered if she had any idea how bad her ass tasted.
Anyway, I figured, why fight it, At least it will take the taste of her piss out of my mouth and maybe if I licked her ass some it would taste better. So I started licking her ass. At first I just took long tongue strokes up and down the crack of her ass. After a while, as I got into it, I concentrated on licking her puckered hole. Then I plunged my tongue deep into her ass and began wiping out the inside with my tongue. It was amazing, no matter how much I licked, there was always more flavor. I had no luck in licking it away.
After a while she put down her book and said, “How does it taste? Is it good? I hope so cause this is what you are going to have to do every time you say, Ma-am!”
She laid her head back and began to enjoy the sensation of having her ass licked. She said, “I’ll say one thing for you, you’ve got an awful good licker there,” Then she began to squirm her ass about on my face.
As I became more involved I began to suck on her flavored hole as well as trying to clean it out with my tongue. I was oblivious to her writhing her ass about on my face until she exploded in the biggest orgasm of the evening. I could tell by her violent gyrations on my face and she suddenly slid back and fed her pulsating pussy to my mouth. I drank down her cum till she finally settled down and just rested on my face.
After a time she got up and said she needed to go to bed now, but she was afraid to sleep alone with the power still out. I said tomorrow was Saturday and I didn’t have to work, so I could stay with her till morning. She said OK and led me to her bedroom. I undressed and Vickie said she didn’t want to sleep beside of me, as we hardly knew each other. She told me to get in bed with my legs running across the foot of the bed and bend at the waist and lay my head mid-way up the bed. That put my head right by her genitals. She got in bed and lay with her pussy in my face. She said she had to take a piss and, would I mind. I thought she meant she was going to get up and said, “no, I don’t mind at all.”
Then she grabbed the back of my head and held me tight to her pussy and pissed long and hard into my mouth. I could hardly drink fast enough to keep up with her flow. I guessed, if I had to put up with her pissing in my mouth to get to sleep with this beautiful girl, it would be OK. After she finished pissing she just left my face in her pussy and started to go to sleep.
I lay there with the taste of her urine still fresh in my mouth and tried to enjoy her wet pussy in my mouth. Before she fell asleep she asked if I had to get up early in the morning. I said, “no ma-am. Right away I knew I said the wrong thing.
She just said, “Well, if that’s the way you want it, all right.” And saying that she rolled over and stuck her hot ass in my face and promptly fell asleep. I lay with my face in her ass all night. I couldn’t sleep very well smelling her hot, dirty ass and at one point I tried licking it some to see if I could lick the smell away, but as I found out before, her ass never runs out of flavor. I finally fell asleep with my face still in her ass.
Sometime during the night the power came back on. She woke up in the morning and sat up on my face. As she stretched and gradually got the sleep out of her eyes she never once considered the fact the she was sitting bare assed on a human face. I woke up from the sudden weight crushing my face and the inability to breathe. She just ground her ass around on my face some getting woke up and just as I was out of air she slid back and put her pussy over my mouth. And before I knew what was going on she started pissing in my mouth. I guess she figured that I had established myself as her personal urinal. She pissed her very full bladder into my mouth and then without so much as, a pardon me; she hopped out of bed and started getting dressed.
I was up, dressed and out of her apartment, in no time. And with the taste of her urine still in my mouth I wondered if would ever again see the girl named, Vickie.