Lone Stranger
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Cul-de Sac Living
By Lone Stranger
Vickie was a beautiful woman by anybody’s measure. She had long black hair, blue eyes, an amble bosom, thin waist, impressive butt, and stood 5’ 11’ without the spike heels she always preferred to wear. She wasn’t a small woman by any means, but she wasn’t fat either. She was 165 lbs. of all woman. She was very much an extravert. If you were with her and doing something, you were probably doing what she wanted. She was pretty much in control of what ever happened around her. She usually wore low cut tops and short loose fitting colorful skirts. If you spent much time around her, you found that getting a glimpse of her panties was not a very difficult task, which pretty much put her in charge of all the men in her vicinity. She was a sexually aggressive woman and definitely more than her husband, Ron, could handle.
Which brings us to the Cul-de-sac in which she lived. All the couples that lived there were out-going and sexually active people and wife swapping, as it is commonly called, was something they all participated in. They felt it was exciting to get some variety in their sex life and even engage in some sexual role-playing and such. Most couples felt it make their marriages stronger as it relieved tensions that develop between any couple that have the same soup everyday, if you know what I mean. They could all explore little sexual fantasies that maybe they felt uncomfortable with their married partner. There were some rules that made it all work:
1. You weren’t allowed to develop any feelings beyond sexual for any other partners.
2. What went on behind closed doors, stayed behind closed doors. You were not to discuss with anyone, especially your married partner what happened behind those closed doors.
3. Jealousy of any kind was not tolerated.
4. Everyone had to get tested medically for any STD’s and share those test results with the group.
For Vickie though there was one fly in the ointment, a very big fly. You see Vickie got off on hurting people or rather causing them a lot of pain or in humiliating people.
For as long as she could remember she felt like a Goddess if she could cause someone a lot of pain, it just turned her on. She was what you call a sexual sadist. Her husband, Ron, was not into that, but he tried of accommodate her because he loved her, but ultimately he couldn’t satisfy her desires to cause pain and humiliation. That’s why he was so glad to engage in wife swapping. He needed help to satisfy her. And the variety helped for a little while, but pretty soon as Vickie got to trading around, most of the men in the neighborhood began avoiding her because of her severe nature. Oh, she never did anything particularly painful or humiliating to them. She just did stuff like scratching or biting or just plain rough sex. Still it was enough that most men were a little afraid of her.
She mostly got her jollies by doing things to strangers. Her favorite move was when she was in crowd was to deliberately step on some man’s foot and relish in his reaction to the pain she caused. She would apologize and pretend it was an accident, but she would also linger too long on his foot before she so called realized what she was doing. And woe be if she caught someone on his hands and knees. She would go out of her way to step on his hand and relish in the crunch of his hand before she jumped off and acted like it was a natural accident. Sometimes in this situation she would just walk over his hand and keep on going like she didn’t know what she did. She felt a special jolt to her crotch if she would catch moan or hear a crunch as the walked over the unsuspecting man’s hand.
She went out of her way to step on things just to hear them crunch. It made her feel powerful and alive. Most women if they came upon a little bird that had fallen from its nest would pick it up and wonder if they could put it back in its nest. But Vickie, if no one was looking, would walk over step on the bird just to hear it’s little bones crunch under her foot. It wasn’t that she was mean and wanted to hurt something she just wanted to be the cause of pain and suffering. Of course, sometimes that meant that something got hurt, but that was just collateral damage.
She also liked to cause humiliation when she could. Besides dressing down waitresses and waiters, which she was known to do, something she enjoyed, but did a lot less frequently was to embarrass men on a bus or train. She would deliberately sit so as to let men look up the loose skirts she liked to wear. Then when she had them hooked good she would suddenly discover what they were doing and make a big scene about it and embarrass the men as much as she could. Sometimes she would even slap their face hard enough that everyone around would hear the slap and look. The man would invariably slink away.
Which brings us to Stanley. Stanley was a retired widower who moved into Vickie’s cul-de-sac a short time ago. He was quiet and pretty much kept to himself. Since he was single he wasn’t approached about joining in with the wife swapping activities since he didn’t have a wife to swap. His subject did come up though when a couple, Doreen and Bob, from the neighborhood was visiting Vickie and her husband, Ron. Bob said he helped Stanley move in and he noticed among his stuff a magazine with a picture of a woman standing on a man. He joked that he sounded like someone Vickie would get along with. Anyway it was just a poke at Vickie and then the conversation moved on to something else. No one thought anything of it, but it struck a powerful nerve in Vickie and all she could think of was that she had to meet her new neighbor and check him out.
The next day Vickie’s book club met in the morning and on through lunch so she was tied up till 2:00. But, as soon as she was free she made a beeline for Stanley’s house. She was still dressed for her meeting with the book club. That was a short pleated navy skirt, white blouse, dark nylons and navy blue sling-back stilettos she liked to wear. As she made her way up Stanley’s walk he was out front on his hands and knees planting little flowers around the base of a tree along his front walk. As he saw Vickie approaching he thought she was the most striking figure of a woman he had seen in a long time. Mentally he was drooling over her long legs and shapely figure.
As she approached she saw he was on the walk on his knees with one hand busy planting and the other hand splayed out on the walk holding up his upper body. She decided to try one of her old tricks and walked up and stepped right on his hand stretched out on the sidewalk. She expected him to jerk back in pain and then she would apologize of not seeing his hand. But he fooled her; he grimaced in pain, but made no attempt to move his hand.
As soon as she stepped on his hand Stanley’s hand exploded in pain, but he couldn’t believe it, this beautiful creature was standing right on his hand. Even though it hurt something fierce, Vickie was not a light woman; he didn’t move it a bit. He didn’t want her to get off so he pretended not to notice.
She couldn’t believe he didn’t try to jerk away and wondered if he could feel it and leaned in to him some more until she was standing with all her weight on his hand. She swore she could hear it crunch. She was so beside herself with excitement she could hardly speak to introduce herself as his new neighbor and welcome him to the neighborhood.
Stanley could hardly speak he was in so much pain from her standing on his hand. Through clenched teeth he said he was glad to make her acquaintance and was sure he was going to like this neighborhood.
Vickie could see the beads of sweat break out on his forehead and hear the strain in his voice as he put up with the pain of her standing on his hand. If he was going to pretend he couldn’t feel it, she was going to pretend she didn’t know she was standing on his hand. In fact she twisted her foot a little as she went on about how it was a lovely neighborhood and his house fit in nicely with the pretty flowers he was planting. Vickie couldn’t believe he just let her stand on his hand. She knew it had to hurt. She was feeling the excitement that she usually felt when she caused pain like this, but his just kneeling there and suffering the pain without trying to pull away was making her excitement grow to a level she hadn’t felt in a long time. She wanted to see just how far she could go.
She saw he was struggling to plant one of his flowers with one hand and she decided to break the pretense. She squatted down and transferred even more weight onto the hand she was standing on and said “Here let me help you with that. It’s the least I can do since I’m standing on your other hand.”
Instead of saying something her standing on his hand, he said, ”Ah, sure, thank you.” And let her help him plant the flower. Although she did most of the work as he was straining to put up with the pain in his hand as her increased weight mashed it into the sidewalk. He was acutely aware of this beautiful woman crouching so close to him, he could smell her, and wasn’t going to do anything to make her draw away and if he had to put up with her standing on his hand to do it, well then so be it. To tell the truth he secretly desired to be hurt by a woman as stunningly beautiful as Vickie.
When they finished planting the flower Vickie said to him, “So what’s the deal? Do you like me standing on your hand or what? And don’t try to tell me you can’t feel it, I can see the pain in your face and hear it in your voice!”
Stanley said, “You are very pretty and I was afraid if I said something you would go away and I didn’t want you to go away.”
“That’s it,” Vickie said standing up, but maintaining herself firmly on his hand. “Are you sure you don’t just like the pain,” she said as she stood with all her weight on the foot on his hand and twisted a little to extenuate the point.
Grimacing from pain and embarrassment Stanley said, “ I… I guess so, but mainly because you’re so pretty.”
“So you just let pretty girls walk all over you, huh.” Vickie countered.
“Yeah pretty much, if they want to.” Stanley replied.
Vickie, trying to be outrageous and sarcastic said, Oh, yeah, well what if they don’t want to just walk on your hand? What if they want to step on your face?!” She surprised herself as she said that last part and felt a twinge of excitement in her groin.
But, what he said next surprised her even more. He replied, “Yeah, if they are as pretty as you, they can step anywhere they want.”
That one just floored Vickie. Her excitement level just jumped about triple what it was and she knew she had to try this out for herself, but she was still a little cautious. She said, “You do know don’t you that if a woman like me were to stand on your face, it would hurt like hell.”
He said, “Probably, but if that’s the price you have to pay to get a woman a beautiful as you the hang around, then so be it.”
There was no turning back for Vickie now. She said, “Not probably! As you are about to see, but not here, let’s go inside.” After saying that she walked on over his hand and started for his front door expecting him to follow.
When they reached his front door, Stanley still rubbing his hand, which had really begun to hurt as the blood flow returned to it, opened his front door and invited Vickie inside. Once inside, Vickie took over and as soon as they reached the living room she ordered Stanley to lie on the floor on his back. Then she stood by his head. From his vantage point Stanley could easily see up Vickie’s skirt. He was surprised she was wearing stockings and not pantyhose. And she had the sexiest blue panties he had ever seen.
But Vickie wasn’t bothered by that as she raised her foot over Stanley’s smiling face. Suddenly Stanley’s vision was filled with the bottom of Vickie’s stiletto heeled shoe. He was so mesmerized by the sight that he barely heard her say, “Are you sure about this? I’m not a light woman.” Stanley mumbled something about being sure when suddenly his face exploded in pain and Vickie stepped up on it. Then she brought her other foot up to stand full weight on Stanley’s straining face.
Oh, my God! Stanley thought his whole head was going to cave in. He didn’t know it would hurt this much! Her sharp heels were digging into his cheek something awful and her dirty soles were mashing the rest of his face. God! She was heavy! Vickie was rocking about and struggling to keep her balance on his face. She had to stomp on his face several times to keep her balance. His whole body started to spasm as he tried to deal with the pain of a full-grown woman standing on his face in her high-heeled stilettos.
Vickie knew Stanley was in an awful lot of pain, but she didn’t care. She waited a long time for something like this to happen and she wasn’t about to stop now. She was about as excited as she could get without having an orgasm on the spot.
In her struggle to stay balanced on Stanley’s face she kept moving her feet about. Once she stepped with her high heel right in his mouth. Stanley thought she would drive his poor tongue right down his throat as the pointy heel stabbed into his mouth with all her weight behind it. And once she stepped with the ball of her foot right on his nose and then twisted it some. She could hear and feel it break under her considerable weight.
By the time she stepped down from his face Stanley was just about to the point of passing out from the pain. His face was covered with deep imprints from her high heels and his nose was crushed flat with a little trickle of blood showing on one nostril and his face looked a little dirty; partly from the dirty soles of her shoes and partly from the fact that it was starting to bruise in some places. And it looked a little puffy.
But Vickie didn’t care about any of that. Standing on his face was fun! She felt a bit flushed and sat down on the nearby couch and let herself regain her composure. As Vickie cooled down and began regain her senses she knew she was going to be visiting Stanley a lot and wondered just how far she could push him. Stanley was slowly starting to get up from the floor when Vickie commented that Stanley didn’t have a footstool in front of his couch. Stanley stammered a little and said he would get her something. Vickie said that was OK Stanley could just kneel in front of the couch and she could use him for a footstool. Stanley was thinking he had been abused enough for one day and then thought of how beautiful she looked sitting there on his couch and how she might leave if she wasn’t comfortable. He figured “what the heck, if she wants me to be a footstool, I’ll be a footstool. At least I’ll be close to her.”
He started to get down on all fours in front of her, but Vickie stopped him. That wasn’t nearly humiliating enough. “No, No, kneel on the floor facing me so I can use your face for a footstool,” Vickie instructed him. No sooner had he reached the desired position than Vickie put both of her shod feet in his face and let the weight of her legs press them into his face. “Ah, that’s much better.” Vickie said, as she rested her feet on his already battered face and marveled at how easy it was for her to do that. As she looked down at his face covered with her feet she thought that she could just about get him to do anything. Next she stuck both of her high heels in his mouth, nearly gagging him, and let the weight of her legs press those heels into his cheeks, stretching them all out of shape. As she did this she made small talk. Talking about how his living room looked and other unimportant stuff like that. She obviously didn’t expect a reply from Stanley with both of her heels stuffed in his mouth. In fact she pretty much ignored him completely and any discomfort he might be feeling from her feet in his face and her heels stretching his mouth clear out of shape. Her legs seemed to grow heavier by the minute as she droned on about different things. She must have talked for about twenty minutes, which seemed like and eternity to Stanley as he suffered her heels in his mouth, while staring into the somewhat dirty soles of her shoes.
Eventually she got to talking about what a busy day she had so far and how she was on her feet the entire morning and how hot and tired her feet were from being in high heels all morning. She said, “You don’t mind if I take my shoes off do you?” Stanley couldn’t answer if he wanted to with her high heels stuffed in his mouth. It didn’t matter anyway; she didn’t expect or wait for an answer. She just used her heels in his mouth for leverage and kicked her shoes off and planted her hot sweaty feet on Stanley’s upturned face.
Her nylons were damp with sweat and very aromatic as nyloned feet get after a busy day in pumps. But she didn’t worry about the smell; that was Stanley’s concern. She just enjoyed the massage his face offered as she rubbed her feet all over his face. She was just amazed that Stanley didn’t resist what she was doing at all! In addition to rubbing, she began to knead his face with her toes much like a kitten will knead something with its paws. Vickie was getting excited again as she realized she was using his face in such a disrespectful and uncaring manner; just like he was an inanimate piece of furniture.
Stanley was very much aware of the smell of her damp nyloned feet. And the weave of her nylons was beginning to give him a friction burn as well. When she began kneading his face with her toes he couldn’t believe how uncaring she was about what he was experiencing. She was just taking her pleasure without once thinking about what that was doing to poor Stanley’s face and Stanley couldn’t figure out why, but he began to get aroused by this.
After a while she stopped rubbing her feet on Stanley’s face and reached into her purse and got out her cell phone and called one of her book club members and started talking about book club stuff and just ignored Stanley altogether. The whole time she was talking she kept her feet planted firmly in Stanley’s face. Stanley just knelt there and smelled her feet and tried to breathe through her dirty nylons. He had just been to reduced to a piece of furniture.
After about 15 minutes of this Vickie noticed the growing bulge in Stanley’s trousers. She couldn’t believe that she was thoroughly humiliating him and yet Stanley seamed to be enjoying it! She decided to up the ante and see what would happen. She told her friend to hold on a minute and muted her phone and raised one foot off Stanley’s face and said, “Stanley be dear and lick my tired feet for me.” Then she put her foot back in Stanley’s face and un-muted her phone and continued her conversation with her friend, confident that Stanley would start licking her sweaty feet.
And sure enough Stanley dutifully started licking her dirty feet. He started taking long strokes up and down the sole of her foot. He was just beginning to get used to the smell of her dirty nyloned feet, but the taste of them was another thing altogether. They tasted of leather and stale sweat and that particular taste a woman’s foot gets when trapped in her shoe all day. Vickie tingled at the sensation of his warm soft tongue on the bottoms of her feet, but quickly rejoined her conversation with her friend, paying no attention to Stanley as he continued to lick to her feet. He would lick one foot for a while and then lick the other one for a while and back to the first one. After about 15 minutes or so the flavor started to fade as he had licked all the sweat and dirt from her feet and nylons. Then he began to concentrate on the area where her toes joined the balls of her feet where the reinforcements of her nylons were. It was almost as if he were searching for more flavor.
Vickie noticed that the bulge in his trousers had grown some more since the last time she looked and decided to up the ante again and stuck her left foot as deep as she could into his mouth. She wriggled her toes and played footsie with his ever-moving tongue. After a while she switched feet in his mouth and let him savor the flavor of her other foot. When she did she noticed something; the bulge in his pants was rock hard now and with one foot in his mouth and not covering his face, he was staring straight up her skirt to her pantied crotch. As she resumed her conversation she figured that little indiscretion would not be free.
After another five minutes, her conversation winding down, Vickie finished her phone conversation and hung up. Then she turned her attention to Stanley. She took her one foot off Stanley’s face and pressed it onto his rock-hard cock hard enough to make him wince. “It looks as if someone’s been taking liberties while I was occupied on the phone and peaking up my skirt,” Vickie accused.
“Mmmm muff” Stanley tried to say that he couldn’t help but see up her skirt since he was kneeling right in front of her and she had her outstretched legs sticking straight out with her feet resting on his face and in his mouth, but Vickie silenced him by pushing her foot even deeper into his mouth than it already was. And with her other foot she kicked him hard right in the balls. He was choking on her foot as he tried to scream out while his balls exploded in pain. He doubled up in pain, but was prevented from falling over as Vickie’s foot in his mouth held him up.
“Don’t you know it’s not nice to look up a ladies skirt?” Vickie berated him. She pulled her foot from his mouth and waited until he recovered somewhat from the kick to his balls and stood over him. Then she taunted him. “As long as you are looking up my skirt, do you like what you see?” Stanley was afraid to answer. He was afraid he would get another blast to his balls from her foot. “Well, speak up!” She persisted. “Do I have a nice ass? Other people say I have a nice ass, what do you think?” Vickie turned and stuck her pantied ass out in his direction.
Stanley mumbled something about it being very beautiful. “How beautiful?” Vickie continued.
“It’s very beautiful,” Stanley offered.
“Well, if it’s so beautiful, why don’t you kiss it!” thrusting it out even more. When Stanley hesitated, she said, “Well go ahead! Stick your head up under my skirt and kiss my ass!” Stanley was torn, he desperately wanted to kiss that beautiful ass, but he was afraid to do so for fear she was just taunting him and he would get another kick in the balls. Lust finally won out and he got to his knees and put his head up under her skirt and gently kissed her cheek. “You can do better than that, pull down my panties and kiss me right in the crack,” Vickie continued to test him.
Stanley pulled down her panties with trembling fingers. As he pressed his face to her ass crack he could smell the strong smell a woman’s ass gets after a long day of activity. I guess Stanley thought it would smell of perfume or something, but this earthy smell of ass and sweat he was unprepared for. Vickie reached back and pressed his face hard into her ass, thrilled with the humiliation she was causing him. “Well, go ahead and kiss it!” she pressured him. As Vickie pressed his face hard into her ass the smell of her ass became Stanley’s whole world. He figured he was here he might as well kiss it and get it over with. He laid a passionate kiss right on her asshole. But when he tried to pull away Vickie held him fast and said, “Show me how much you like my ass and lick my crack!”
Stanley didn’t know what to do so he did as he was told. He licked across her puckered hole and up her ass crack. It tasted worse than it smelled. It was bitter and sweaty, but he was past that now and he licked out her crack like it was his favorite meal. After several minutes of enjoying the feeling of Stanley’s soft warm tongue cleaning her ass Vickie decided to raise the bar. “You know how to French kiss, don’t you?” Stanley continued to lick out Vickie’s ass crack as he mumbled the affirmative. “Well, I want you to French kiss my asshole. And I want you do go it good”
Stanley tried to push his tongue into her puckered hole, but it wouldn’t go in. With some more berating from Vickie it finally broke through and Stanley got to taste the inside of Vickie’s strong flavored hole. It certainly didn’t taste like sugar & spice. He worked his tongue all around inside of her tight asshole and licked it out like he was licking the icing from a bowl. Vickie was nearly beside herself with the pleasure of Stanley’s caressing tongue and the knowledge that he was on his knees behind her eating out her dirty asshole. She had never actually had someone lick out her asshole before and she loved it. Stanley couldn’t believe he actually had his tongue stuck up this beautiful woman’s asshole and he was eating it out like it was the best meal in town. She kept Stanley at it for the next ten minutes or so until she had the cleanest ass in town.
When she finally pulled Stanley from her ass Vickie was weak and trembling from the ass eating she just experienced. Stanley was weak and sure he would never get the taste of Vickie’s ass out of his mouth.
Vickie decided she had all she could stand for one day, but knew she would be back for more, much, much, more. She pulled up her panties and put her stilettos back on and afforded Stanley one more humiliation as she left. She had him lay on his back in front of the door and walked up the length of his body with her murderous spike heels digging into Stanley’s body all the way and stopped on his face with both feet while she opened to the door. And then with a final twist of her foot she walked over his face and out the door.
That night Vickie made love with her husband Ron like never before and she was actually tinder with him. He knew she must have gotten all her viscous behavior out some how or other. He didn’t ask or care how. He just enjoyed the results and hoped that however she satisfied her sadistic urges, it would continue. Vickie had every intention of it continuing.
Cul-de Sac Living
By Lone Stranger
Vickie was a beautiful woman by anybody’s measure. She had long black hair, blue eyes, an amble bosom, thin waist, impressive butt, and stood 5’ 11’ without the spike heels she always preferred to wear. She wasn’t a small woman by any means, but she wasn’t fat either. She was 165 lbs. of all woman. She was very much an extravert. If you were with her and doing something, you were probably doing what she wanted. She was pretty much in control of what ever happened around her. She usually wore low cut tops and short loose fitting colorful skirts. If you spent much time around her, you found that getting a glimpse of her panties was not a very difficult task, which pretty much put her in charge of all the men in her vicinity. She was a sexually aggressive woman and definitely more than her husband, Ron, could handle.
Which brings us to the Cul-de-sac in which she lived. All the couples that lived there were out-going and sexually active people and wife swapping, as it is commonly called, was something they all participated in. They felt it was exciting to get some variety in their sex life and even engage in some sexual role-playing and such. Most couples felt it make their marriages stronger as it relieved tensions that develop between any couple that have the same soup everyday, if you know what I mean. They could all explore little sexual fantasies that maybe they felt uncomfortable with their married partner. There were some rules that made it all work:
1. You weren’t allowed to develop any feelings beyond sexual for any other partners.
2. What went on behind closed doors, stayed behind closed doors. You were not to discuss with anyone, especially your married partner what happened behind those closed doors.
3. Jealousy of any kind was not tolerated.
4. Everyone had to get tested medically for any STD’s and share those test results with the group.
For Vickie though there was one fly in the ointment, a very big fly. You see Vickie got off on hurting people or rather causing them a lot of pain or in humiliating people.
For as long as she could remember she felt like a Goddess if she could cause someone a lot of pain, it just turned her on. She was what you call a sexual sadist. Her husband, Ron, was not into that, but he tried of accommodate her because he loved her, but ultimately he couldn’t satisfy her desires to cause pain and humiliation. That’s why he was so glad to engage in wife swapping. He needed help to satisfy her. And the variety helped for a little while, but pretty soon as Vickie got to trading around, most of the men in the neighborhood began avoiding her because of her severe nature. Oh, she never did anything particularly painful or humiliating to them. She just did stuff like scratching or biting or just plain rough sex. Still it was enough that most men were a little afraid of her.
She mostly got her jollies by doing things to strangers. Her favorite move was when she was in crowd was to deliberately step on some man’s foot and relish in his reaction to the pain she caused. She would apologize and pretend it was an accident, but she would also linger too long on his foot before she so called realized what she was doing. And woe be if she caught someone on his hands and knees. She would go out of her way to step on his hand and relish in the crunch of his hand before she jumped off and acted like it was a natural accident. Sometimes in this situation she would just walk over his hand and keep on going like she didn’t know what she did. She felt a special jolt to her crotch if she would catch moan or hear a crunch as the walked over the unsuspecting man’s hand.
She went out of her way to step on things just to hear them crunch. It made her feel powerful and alive. Most women if they came upon a little bird that had fallen from its nest would pick it up and wonder if they could put it back in its nest. But Vickie, if no one was looking, would walk over step on the bird just to hear it’s little bones crunch under her foot. It wasn’t that she was mean and wanted to hurt something she just wanted to be the cause of pain and suffering. Of course, sometimes that meant that something got hurt, but that was just collateral damage.
She also liked to cause humiliation when she could. Besides dressing down waitresses and waiters, which she was known to do, something she enjoyed, but did a lot less frequently was to embarrass men on a bus or train. She would deliberately sit so as to let men look up the loose skirts she liked to wear. Then when she had them hooked good she would suddenly discover what they were doing and make a big scene about it and embarrass the men as much as she could. Sometimes she would even slap their face hard enough that everyone around would hear the slap and look. The man would invariably slink away.
Which brings us to Stanley. Stanley was a retired widower who moved into Vickie’s cul-de-sac a short time ago. He was quiet and pretty much kept to himself. Since he was single he wasn’t approached about joining in with the wife swapping activities since he didn’t have a wife to swap. His subject did come up though when a couple, Doreen and Bob, from the neighborhood was visiting Vickie and her husband, Ron. Bob said he helped Stanley move in and he noticed among his stuff a magazine with a picture of a woman standing on a man. He joked that he sounded like someone Vickie would get along with. Anyway it was just a poke at Vickie and then the conversation moved on to something else. No one thought anything of it, but it struck a powerful nerve in Vickie and all she could think of was that she had to meet her new neighbor and check him out.
The next day Vickie’s book club met in the morning and on through lunch so she was tied up till 2:00. But, as soon as she was free she made a beeline for Stanley’s house. She was still dressed for her meeting with the book club. That was a short pleated navy skirt, white blouse, dark nylons and navy blue sling-back stilettos she liked to wear. As she made her way up Stanley’s walk he was out front on his hands and knees planting little flowers around the base of a tree along his front walk. As he saw Vickie approaching he thought she was the most striking figure of a woman he had seen in a long time. Mentally he was drooling over her long legs and shapely figure.
As she approached she saw he was on the walk on his knees with one hand busy planting and the other hand splayed out on the walk holding up his upper body. She decided to try one of her old tricks and walked up and stepped right on his hand stretched out on the sidewalk. She expected him to jerk back in pain and then she would apologize of not seeing his hand. But he fooled her; he grimaced in pain, but made no attempt to move his hand.
As soon as she stepped on his hand Stanley’s hand exploded in pain, but he couldn’t believe it, this beautiful creature was standing right on his hand. Even though it hurt something fierce, Vickie was not a light woman; he didn’t move it a bit. He didn’t want her to get off so he pretended not to notice.
She couldn’t believe he didn’t try to jerk away and wondered if he could feel it and leaned in to him some more until she was standing with all her weight on his hand. She swore she could hear it crunch. She was so beside herself with excitement she could hardly speak to introduce herself as his new neighbor and welcome him to the neighborhood.
Stanley could hardly speak he was in so much pain from her standing on his hand. Through clenched teeth he said he was glad to make her acquaintance and was sure he was going to like this neighborhood.
Vickie could see the beads of sweat break out on his forehead and hear the strain in his voice as he put up with the pain of her standing on his hand. If he was going to pretend he couldn’t feel it, she was going to pretend she didn’t know she was standing on his hand. In fact she twisted her foot a little as she went on about how it was a lovely neighborhood and his house fit in nicely with the pretty flowers he was planting. Vickie couldn’t believe he just let her stand on his hand. She knew it had to hurt. She was feeling the excitement that she usually felt when she caused pain like this, but his just kneeling there and suffering the pain without trying to pull away was making her excitement grow to a level she hadn’t felt in a long time. She wanted to see just how far she could go.
She saw he was struggling to plant one of his flowers with one hand and she decided to break the pretense. She squatted down and transferred even more weight onto the hand she was standing on and said “Here let me help you with that. It’s the least I can do since I’m standing on your other hand.”
Instead of saying something her standing on his hand, he said, ”Ah, sure, thank you.” And let her help him plant the flower. Although she did most of the work as he was straining to put up with the pain in his hand as her increased weight mashed it into the sidewalk. He was acutely aware of this beautiful woman crouching so close to him, he could smell her, and wasn’t going to do anything to make her draw away and if he had to put up with her standing on his hand to do it, well then so be it. To tell the truth he secretly desired to be hurt by a woman as stunningly beautiful as Vickie.
When they finished planting the flower Vickie said to him, “So what’s the deal? Do you like me standing on your hand or what? And don’t try to tell me you can’t feel it, I can see the pain in your face and hear it in your voice!”
Stanley said, “You are very pretty and I was afraid if I said something you would go away and I didn’t want you to go away.”
“That’s it,” Vickie said standing up, but maintaining herself firmly on his hand. “Are you sure you don’t just like the pain,” she said as she stood with all her weight on the foot on his hand and twisted a little to extenuate the point.
Grimacing from pain and embarrassment Stanley said, “ I… I guess so, but mainly because you’re so pretty.”
“So you just let pretty girls walk all over you, huh.” Vickie countered.
“Yeah pretty much, if they want to.” Stanley replied.
Vickie, trying to be outrageous and sarcastic said, Oh, yeah, well what if they don’t want to just walk on your hand? What if they want to step on your face?!” She surprised herself as she said that last part and felt a twinge of excitement in her groin.
But, what he said next surprised her even more. He replied, “Yeah, if they are as pretty as you, they can step anywhere they want.”
That one just floored Vickie. Her excitement level just jumped about triple what it was and she knew she had to try this out for herself, but she was still a little cautious. She said, “You do know don’t you that if a woman like me were to stand on your face, it would hurt like hell.”
He said, “Probably, but if that’s the price you have to pay to get a woman a beautiful as you the hang around, then so be it.”
There was no turning back for Vickie now. She said, “Not probably! As you are about to see, but not here, let’s go inside.” After saying that she walked on over his hand and started for his front door expecting him to follow.
When they reached his front door, Stanley still rubbing his hand, which had really begun to hurt as the blood flow returned to it, opened his front door and invited Vickie inside. Once inside, Vickie took over and as soon as they reached the living room she ordered Stanley to lie on the floor on his back. Then she stood by his head. From his vantage point Stanley could easily see up Vickie’s skirt. He was surprised she was wearing stockings and not pantyhose. And she had the sexiest blue panties he had ever seen.
But Vickie wasn’t bothered by that as she raised her foot over Stanley’s smiling face. Suddenly Stanley’s vision was filled with the bottom of Vickie’s stiletto heeled shoe. He was so mesmerized by the sight that he barely heard her say, “Are you sure about this? I’m not a light woman.” Stanley mumbled something about being sure when suddenly his face exploded in pain and Vickie stepped up on it. Then she brought her other foot up to stand full weight on Stanley’s straining face.
Oh, my God! Stanley thought his whole head was going to cave in. He didn’t know it would hurt this much! Her sharp heels were digging into his cheek something awful and her dirty soles were mashing the rest of his face. God! She was heavy! Vickie was rocking about and struggling to keep her balance on his face. She had to stomp on his face several times to keep her balance. His whole body started to spasm as he tried to deal with the pain of a full-grown woman standing on his face in her high-heeled stilettos.
Vickie knew Stanley was in an awful lot of pain, but she didn’t care. She waited a long time for something like this to happen and she wasn’t about to stop now. She was about as excited as she could get without having an orgasm on the spot.
In her struggle to stay balanced on Stanley’s face she kept moving her feet about. Once she stepped with her high heel right in his mouth. Stanley thought she would drive his poor tongue right down his throat as the pointy heel stabbed into his mouth with all her weight behind it. And once she stepped with the ball of her foot right on his nose and then twisted it some. She could hear and feel it break under her considerable weight.
By the time she stepped down from his face Stanley was just about to the point of passing out from the pain. His face was covered with deep imprints from her high heels and his nose was crushed flat with a little trickle of blood showing on one nostril and his face looked a little dirty; partly from the dirty soles of her shoes and partly from the fact that it was starting to bruise in some places. And it looked a little puffy.
But Vickie didn’t care about any of that. Standing on his face was fun! She felt a bit flushed and sat down on the nearby couch and let herself regain her composure. As Vickie cooled down and began regain her senses she knew she was going to be visiting Stanley a lot and wondered just how far she could push him. Stanley was slowly starting to get up from the floor when Vickie commented that Stanley didn’t have a footstool in front of his couch. Stanley stammered a little and said he would get her something. Vickie said that was OK Stanley could just kneel in front of the couch and she could use him for a footstool. Stanley was thinking he had been abused enough for one day and then thought of how beautiful she looked sitting there on his couch and how she might leave if she wasn’t comfortable. He figured “what the heck, if she wants me to be a footstool, I’ll be a footstool. At least I’ll be close to her.”
He started to get down on all fours in front of her, but Vickie stopped him. That wasn’t nearly humiliating enough. “No, No, kneel on the floor facing me so I can use your face for a footstool,” Vickie instructed him. No sooner had he reached the desired position than Vickie put both of her shod feet in his face and let the weight of her legs press them into his face. “Ah, that’s much better.” Vickie said, as she rested her feet on his already battered face and marveled at how easy it was for her to do that. As she looked down at his face covered with her feet she thought that she could just about get him to do anything. Next she stuck both of her high heels in his mouth, nearly gagging him, and let the weight of her legs press those heels into his cheeks, stretching them all out of shape. As she did this she made small talk. Talking about how his living room looked and other unimportant stuff like that. She obviously didn’t expect a reply from Stanley with both of her heels stuffed in his mouth. In fact she pretty much ignored him completely and any discomfort he might be feeling from her feet in his face and her heels stretching his mouth clear out of shape. Her legs seemed to grow heavier by the minute as she droned on about different things. She must have talked for about twenty minutes, which seemed like and eternity to Stanley as he suffered her heels in his mouth, while staring into the somewhat dirty soles of her shoes.
Eventually she got to talking about what a busy day she had so far and how she was on her feet the entire morning and how hot and tired her feet were from being in high heels all morning. She said, “You don’t mind if I take my shoes off do you?” Stanley couldn’t answer if he wanted to with her high heels stuffed in his mouth. It didn’t matter anyway; she didn’t expect or wait for an answer. She just used her heels in his mouth for leverage and kicked her shoes off and planted her hot sweaty feet on Stanley’s upturned face.
Her nylons were damp with sweat and very aromatic as nyloned feet get after a busy day in pumps. But she didn’t worry about the smell; that was Stanley’s concern. She just enjoyed the massage his face offered as she rubbed her feet all over his face. She was just amazed that Stanley didn’t resist what she was doing at all! In addition to rubbing, she began to knead his face with her toes much like a kitten will knead something with its paws. Vickie was getting excited again as she realized she was using his face in such a disrespectful and uncaring manner; just like he was an inanimate piece of furniture.
Stanley was very much aware of the smell of her damp nyloned feet. And the weave of her nylons was beginning to give him a friction burn as well. When she began kneading his face with her toes he couldn’t believe how uncaring she was about what he was experiencing. She was just taking her pleasure without once thinking about what that was doing to poor Stanley’s face and Stanley couldn’t figure out why, but he began to get aroused by this.
After a while she stopped rubbing her feet on Stanley’s face and reached into her purse and got out her cell phone and called one of her book club members and started talking about book club stuff and just ignored Stanley altogether. The whole time she was talking she kept her feet planted firmly in Stanley’s face. Stanley just knelt there and smelled her feet and tried to breathe through her dirty nylons. He had just been to reduced to a piece of furniture.
After about 15 minutes of this Vickie noticed the growing bulge in Stanley’s trousers. She couldn’t believe that she was thoroughly humiliating him and yet Stanley seamed to be enjoying it! She decided to up the ante and see what would happen. She told her friend to hold on a minute and muted her phone and raised one foot off Stanley’s face and said, “Stanley be dear and lick my tired feet for me.” Then she put her foot back in Stanley’s face and un-muted her phone and continued her conversation with her friend, confident that Stanley would start licking her sweaty feet.
And sure enough Stanley dutifully started licking her dirty feet. He started taking long strokes up and down the sole of her foot. He was just beginning to get used to the smell of her dirty nyloned feet, but the taste of them was another thing altogether. They tasted of leather and stale sweat and that particular taste a woman’s foot gets when trapped in her shoe all day. Vickie tingled at the sensation of his warm soft tongue on the bottoms of her feet, but quickly rejoined her conversation with her friend, paying no attention to Stanley as he continued to lick to her feet. He would lick one foot for a while and then lick the other one for a while and back to the first one. After about 15 minutes or so the flavor started to fade as he had licked all the sweat and dirt from her feet and nylons. Then he began to concentrate on the area where her toes joined the balls of her feet where the reinforcements of her nylons were. It was almost as if he were searching for more flavor.
Vickie noticed that the bulge in his trousers had grown some more since the last time she looked and decided to up the ante again and stuck her left foot as deep as she could into his mouth. She wriggled her toes and played footsie with his ever-moving tongue. After a while she switched feet in his mouth and let him savor the flavor of her other foot. When she did she noticed something; the bulge in his pants was rock hard now and with one foot in his mouth and not covering his face, he was staring straight up her skirt to her pantied crotch. As she resumed her conversation she figured that little indiscretion would not be free.
After another five minutes, her conversation winding down, Vickie finished her phone conversation and hung up. Then she turned her attention to Stanley. She took her one foot off Stanley’s face and pressed it onto his rock-hard cock hard enough to make him wince. “It looks as if someone’s been taking liberties while I was occupied on the phone and peaking up my skirt,” Vickie accused.
“Mmmm muff” Stanley tried to say that he couldn’t help but see up her skirt since he was kneeling right in front of her and she had her outstretched legs sticking straight out with her feet resting on his face and in his mouth, but Vickie silenced him by pushing her foot even deeper into his mouth than it already was. And with her other foot she kicked him hard right in the balls. He was choking on her foot as he tried to scream out while his balls exploded in pain. He doubled up in pain, but was prevented from falling over as Vickie’s foot in his mouth held him up.
“Don’t you know it’s not nice to look up a ladies skirt?” Vickie berated him. She pulled her foot from his mouth and waited until he recovered somewhat from the kick to his balls and stood over him. Then she taunted him. “As long as you are looking up my skirt, do you like what you see?” Stanley was afraid to answer. He was afraid he would get another blast to his balls from her foot. “Well, speak up!” She persisted. “Do I have a nice ass? Other people say I have a nice ass, what do you think?” Vickie turned and stuck her pantied ass out in his direction.
Stanley mumbled something about it being very beautiful. “How beautiful?” Vickie continued.
“It’s very beautiful,” Stanley offered.
“Well, if it’s so beautiful, why don’t you kiss it!” thrusting it out even more. When Stanley hesitated, she said, “Well go ahead! Stick your head up under my skirt and kiss my ass!” Stanley was torn, he desperately wanted to kiss that beautiful ass, but he was afraid to do so for fear she was just taunting him and he would get another kick in the balls. Lust finally won out and he got to his knees and put his head up under her skirt and gently kissed her cheek. “You can do better than that, pull down my panties and kiss me right in the crack,” Vickie continued to test him.
Stanley pulled down her panties with trembling fingers. As he pressed his face to her ass crack he could smell the strong smell a woman’s ass gets after a long day of activity. I guess Stanley thought it would smell of perfume or something, but this earthy smell of ass and sweat he was unprepared for. Vickie reached back and pressed his face hard into her ass, thrilled with the humiliation she was causing him. “Well, go ahead and kiss it!” she pressured him. As Vickie pressed his face hard into her ass the smell of her ass became Stanley’s whole world. He figured he was here he might as well kiss it and get it over with. He laid a passionate kiss right on her asshole. But when he tried to pull away Vickie held him fast and said, “Show me how much you like my ass and lick my crack!”
Stanley didn’t know what to do so he did as he was told. He licked across her puckered hole and up her ass crack. It tasted worse than it smelled. It was bitter and sweaty, but he was past that now and he licked out her crack like it was his favorite meal. After several minutes of enjoying the feeling of Stanley’s soft warm tongue cleaning her ass Vickie decided to raise the bar. “You know how to French kiss, don’t you?” Stanley continued to lick out Vickie’s ass crack as he mumbled the affirmative. “Well, I want you to French kiss my asshole. And I want you do go it good”
Stanley tried to push his tongue into her puckered hole, but it wouldn’t go in. With some more berating from Vickie it finally broke through and Stanley got to taste the inside of Vickie’s strong flavored hole. It certainly didn’t taste like sugar & spice. He worked his tongue all around inside of her tight asshole and licked it out like he was licking the icing from a bowl. Vickie was nearly beside herself with the pleasure of Stanley’s caressing tongue and the knowledge that he was on his knees behind her eating out her dirty asshole. She had never actually had someone lick out her asshole before and she loved it. Stanley couldn’t believe he actually had his tongue stuck up this beautiful woman’s asshole and he was eating it out like it was the best meal in town. She kept Stanley at it for the next ten minutes or so until she had the cleanest ass in town.
When she finally pulled Stanley from her ass Vickie was weak and trembling from the ass eating she just experienced. Stanley was weak and sure he would never get the taste of Vickie’s ass out of his mouth.
Vickie decided she had all she could stand for one day, but knew she would be back for more, much, much, more. She pulled up her panties and put her stilettos back on and afforded Stanley one more humiliation as she left. She had him lay on his back in front of the door and walked up the length of his body with her murderous spike heels digging into Stanley’s body all the way and stopped on his face with both feet while she opened to the door. And then with a final twist of her foot she walked over his face and out the door.
That night Vickie made love with her husband Ron like never before and she was actually tinder with him. He knew she must have gotten all her viscous behavior out some how or other. He didn’t ask or care how. He just enjoyed the results and hoped that however she satisfied her sadistic urges, it would continue. Vickie had every intention of it continuing.