Lone Stranger
11-21-2011, 8:32 PM
Cul-de-Sac Living
Part 4
By
Lone Stranger
Stanley, not having a wife couldn’t participate in the wife swapping activities of the neighborhood. That’s why most of the women visited him during the day when their husband was at work. They could visit him and he wouldn’t have to provide a wife in trade that way. The husbands didn’t really mind this as visiting Stanley allowed their wives to get things out of their system that the husbands didn’t want to be involved in anyway, but they found that when their women could explore their fantasies, they were much hornier and attentive in bed. So it worked out for the best.
Since Vickie’s party a lot more women were introduced to Stanley and the kind of services he could provide. So some of these women visited him on a regular basis.
One such visitor was Doreen. To avoid conflict with Vickie, Doreen usually visited Stanley in the morning, or rather had him come to her house, since Vickie was usually occupied in the mornings with one of her charities or clubs or etc. Unlike Vickie, who got off on causing Stanley pain, Doreen found that she really got off on treating Stanley like he was insignificant and didn’t really matter at all. She enjoyed dehumanizing Stanley completely. She didn’t know she had this trait till she met Stanley at Vickie’s party, but she found that she really got off on treating Stanley this way. One of her favorite things was to just approach Stanley and, without even acknowledging him at all, just present him her ass and sit on his face without so much as saying a word to him. And then just sit there and let him smell her naked ass and feel her weight, while she read a magazine, talked on the phone, or watched TV. There is something very dehumanizing about sitting naked on someone’s face and ignoring them while you just let them smell your dirty ass. And Doreen did this a lot.
Stanley was trained that whenever Doreen approached a chair or couch he was supposed to quickly and silently laid his head on the seat so she could sit on his face. Stanley spent hours with his face jammed in her ass, smelling her asshole this way.
Sometimes she had him put his tongue in her asshole and lick her ass. She really enjoyed the sensation, but that wasn't why she did it. It was just the most disgusting thing she could think of for him to do. Imagine putting your tongue in another person’s dirty asshole while they just ignored you. And if she had to fart, she just did it. With no thought to Stanley at all or where his mouth might be at the moment. He might have his nose pressed to her asshole or his open mouth trying to suck some air. She just farted anyway. If it went into his open mouth it made a hollow sound and Doreen could feel Stanley’s cheeks puff up as they filled with the foul air of her fart.
She also enjoyed walking over his body and face just like he wasn’t there. She almost always wore high-heeled stilettos or boots with stiletto heels. Not because it hurt more, but because that’s just what she wore and if it hurt Stanley for her to walk on him, well it didn’t really matter to her. After all who ever heard of a rug being hurt by walking on it.
Her favorite was to walk and stand on his face and she made a point of doing it often. There is something about stepping on someone’s face that says, “I really don’t care about you at all.” When ever she was walking, Stanley was supposed to lay down in front of her and let her walk all over him. Many times she would parade back and forth over him while she talked on the phone. Or she would simply just stand on his face with both feet the whole time; and she was known to talk a long time.
Frequently she would wipe her feet on his face. There is something about standing full weight on someone’s face in high-heels and wiping your feet that says, “you are less than the dirt under my feet.” And it sure tends to tear a person’s face up, but Doreen didn’t care about that.
Sometimes when Stanley came over, Doreen was sitting in the kitchen by the table. Stanley was taught to silently kneel in front of her and offer up his face for a footstool. Doreen would just plant both shod feet in Stanley’s face and continue with whatever she was doing without even acknowledging him. Sometimes she would have him lick the dirty soles of her shoes while she rested them on his face. At other times she would kick her shoes off and press her damp nylon feet to his face and let him smell them while she rested her feet on his face. She would often rub her feet around to massage them or scratch them. After letting him smell them for a while Doreen would make him lick the bottoms of her sweaty nylon feet, it felt very good, but that’s not why she did it. She just liked the humiliation of making him smell and taste her sweaty feet.
The first time at Vickie’s party when she pissed in Stanley’s mouth Doreen thought it was disgusting. But as it turns out that’s what she liked the most and she reveled in pissing in his mouth every day. By the time Stanley got there, Doreen already had her second cup of coffee and her bladder was becoming full. She would just sit naked on Stanley’s face and piss in his gaping mouth. She taught him to open his throat so she could just piss down his throat unabated for a long time until her bladder was empty. She couldn’t imagine anything more dehumanizing than to just piss in his mouth while he smelled her ass. He was reduced to nothing but a toilet and given as much consideration as one. Doreen never once considered what her piss in Stanley’s mouth might taste like, after all, she didn’t have to taste it!
Yes, between Vickie’s love of pain and Doreen’s love of disrespecting Stanley, his life had become very difficult. And his face was beginning to look like something out of a horror movie. It was pock marked all over from their high heels and his nose was flat and smushed all out of shape from their standing and walking on it. And lets not forget Doreen’s habit of wiping her feet on it. But, alas, that was not all of Stanley’s trouble. There was Amanda to consider. She wanted her turn with Stanley too. Ever since Vickie’s party see saw Stanley as the perfect solution to her problem.
Let me explain. You see Amanda’s husband, Steve, was a salesman and, as such, was out of town three or four nights a week. Amanda hated to be alone. She wanted someone to stay with her when Steve was out of town. But she didn’t want someone she would have to visit with and talk to and such. She just wanted someone who would be there and she would not have to entertain; sort of like having a dog, only not as messy. And Stanley was perfect for the roll. Something else about Amanda was she was not into the power trips like Vickie and Doreen. She didn’t want to watch Stanley in pain or to humiliate him. In fact she was completely indifferent to his thoughts and feelings all together. Amanda was only interested in Amanda and her pleasures and, if it brought her pleasure, it didn’t matter what Stanley thought or felt, or how it affected him. That’s what made Stanley so perfect. He could be there but she ignored him as a person completely. After all she was beautiful and his only purpose in life was to please her.
When Amanda was home alone she liked to dress like she was a queen or a movie star.
She liked to wear super sheer see-through baby-doll nighties with stockings and high-heeled bedroom slippers. It made her feel even more beautiful than she was. Ordinarily she would be embarrassed to wear something like that in front of someone, but with Stanley she could because she didn’t think of him as someone. He was just a piece of furniture, a tool, or some other inanimate object.
She really liked having her ass licked when Stanley did it at Vickie’s party and she couldn’t wait for more of that. So the first thing she did when Stanley came over was have him lay on the couch so she could sit on his face and let him lick her ass. She didn’t wear any panties so he had free access to her ass with his tongue and she didn’t need them for warmth as Stanley’s face provided all the warmth her ass required.
And boy, did she enjoy having her ass eaten and licked out. Most evenings she would sit on his face all evening. That worked out great she didn’t have to talk to him or for the most part even see him. Just knowing someone was there was enough for her to not feel alone. She just sat on his face and read a book or magazine or watched a movie on TV while Stanley licked away at her ass the whole time.
She never once thought about how it was for Stanley. After all, that’s what he was there for. She chose to believe that he thought her ass tastes delicious and never gave it another thought. And to tell you the truth after several hours of licking there wasn’t much taste left. He was in his rightful place and she was in her rightful place. All was right with the world.
When his tongue got tired of licking he would just lie there with his tongue motionless as deep as possible in her asshole. She liked this feeling too of using his tongue for a butt plug, but after a while she would tell him to get back to licking.
While she was light as women go, Stanley thought she weighed a ton as she just sat hour after hour on his face. At times he thought his face would just meld into her ass and become one with it. And, of course, if someone spends that much time sitting on one’s face they are bound to fart sooner or later. Amanda was no exception, but she figured if Stanley liked the taste of her ass so much he probably liked the taste of her farts as well and didn’t give it a second thought. She just farted without abandon in Stanley’s sucking mouth. Although the sound was usually amplified by Stanley’s open mouth, there was no one around to hear it so it didn’t matter and besides it didn’t smell as bad after it was filtered in Stanley’s mouth and lungs.
Sometimes before sitting on Stanley’s face for the evening, Amanda would practice walking on Stanley so she could get good at it, like Vickie had. It wasn’t that she had any issues with pain or humiliation; it’s just that Vickie looked so cool when she did it and Amanda wanted to look cool. She walked all over his body and face. Its almost as if she thought Stanley couldn’t feel pain. The truth is it didn’t look cool if you reacted to his pain so Amanda learned to ignore the signs of pain. Sometimes she stepped full-weight right on his balls, but she learned to ignore Stanley’s rather profound display of pain and just kept on walking. Sometimes she would twist about on his face and in the same manner she just pretended like nothing happened.
Unfortunately she wasn’t as good walking on Stanley as Vickie was. She stumbled and almost fell a lot. When she did, she wasn’t really mad but she would stomp on Stanley’s face several times just to warn him if she fell down and got hurt, he would get hurt too. It seems that he got hurt whether she fell down or not because I can tell you having a full grown women stomping on your face in high-heeled slippers is not something you want to make a habit of doing.
Amanda didn’t get any special pleasure from the humiliation of peeing in Stanley’s mouth; it was just someplace convenient to go when she had to pee. And she found out early on, when she was in the middle of a movie and had to go, it was awful convenient to just slide back and use Stanley’s mouth to pee in. She didn’t consider whether Stanley would like the taste, after all, he was drinking everyone’s pee over at Vickie’s party. And she forgot the part about controlling her flow, besides that was inconvenient. She just let go with all she had and Stanley had to find a way to drink in all. The training that Doreen had given him really paid off. He struggled, but handled all she could pee. When she was drinking wine this was something that happened several times a night.
Sleeping was something that took some time to work out, but finally Amanda found a way that was good for her. She didn’t want to sleep alone, but she didn’t want Stanley sleeping right next to her so she had him sleep scooched down so that his head and mouth were right next to her genitals and ass. This was nice at first as Stanley could gently lick her pussy or ass to lull her to sleep. Then he would spend the night with his mouth glued to her pussy or her asshole. But the trouble with this arrangement was that Stanley would get tangled up in her legs and that makes it hard for Amanda to turn over in the middle of the night. Besides that it tended to make her run her nylons. (She slept with her nylons on because her feet would get cold.) Anyway Amanda finally decided that after licking her pussy or ass for a while to relax her, Stanley would slide down to the bottom of the bed and she would sleep with her nyloned feet in his face.
She usually pressed her feet pretty hard into his face and used it as leverage whenever she wanted to turn over. If her feet were tired or itched she just rubbed them on his face till they felt better. The fact that Amanda was wearing the same nylons she wore all day wasn’t even a consideration. After wearing her stockings all day long they tended to be quite aromatic and even damp with foot sweat, which Amanda rubbed into Stanley’s face with abandon. All the air he breathed was filtered through her dirty nylons as she covered in whole face with her aromatic feet. Sometimes, if she were having a hard time falling asleep she would have him lick her salting tasting feet till she fell asleep.
There remained a problem. Sometimes Stanley would snore, to Amanda’s great annoyance. When this happened she would kick Stanley in the face, hard, till he woke up and stopped snoring. And then she would kick him several more times just so he would know how annoyed she was. But after a while he would fall back to sleep and the whole scenario would repeat itself. Stanley would get a busted up face from her kicking it, but neither one of them got a good nights sleep. She even tried sticking her dirty stocking feet in his mouth to stop Stanley from snoring. This seemed to work Stanley couldn’t snore with Amanda’s dirty foot in his mouth even if he did have to taste her foot all night; that was better than her constantly kicking him in the face.
But even that had its problems. No matter how deep she tried to put her foot in Stanley’s mouth sometimes it would fall out when Amanda turned in her sleep. The final solution came when Amanda started taking her stockings off and stuffing them in Stanley’s mouth for the night. With her feet resting on Stanley’s face she didn’t need them to keep her feet warm any more. This seemed to work pretty well, at least for Amanda. Stanley had to sleep with her constantly moving feet in his face and taste her sweaty nylons all night.
Life with Vickie, Doreen, and Amanda became a regular thing with Stanley. But as he was about to find out it wasn’t everything.
Part 4
By
Lone Stranger
Stanley, not having a wife couldn’t participate in the wife swapping activities of the neighborhood. That’s why most of the women visited him during the day when their husband was at work. They could visit him and he wouldn’t have to provide a wife in trade that way. The husbands didn’t really mind this as visiting Stanley allowed their wives to get things out of their system that the husbands didn’t want to be involved in anyway, but they found that when their women could explore their fantasies, they were much hornier and attentive in bed. So it worked out for the best.
Since Vickie’s party a lot more women were introduced to Stanley and the kind of services he could provide. So some of these women visited him on a regular basis.
One such visitor was Doreen. To avoid conflict with Vickie, Doreen usually visited Stanley in the morning, or rather had him come to her house, since Vickie was usually occupied in the mornings with one of her charities or clubs or etc. Unlike Vickie, who got off on causing Stanley pain, Doreen found that she really got off on treating Stanley like he was insignificant and didn’t really matter at all. She enjoyed dehumanizing Stanley completely. She didn’t know she had this trait till she met Stanley at Vickie’s party, but she found that she really got off on treating Stanley this way. One of her favorite things was to just approach Stanley and, without even acknowledging him at all, just present him her ass and sit on his face without so much as saying a word to him. And then just sit there and let him smell her naked ass and feel her weight, while she read a magazine, talked on the phone, or watched TV. There is something very dehumanizing about sitting naked on someone’s face and ignoring them while you just let them smell your dirty ass. And Doreen did this a lot.
Stanley was trained that whenever Doreen approached a chair or couch he was supposed to quickly and silently laid his head on the seat so she could sit on his face. Stanley spent hours with his face jammed in her ass, smelling her asshole this way.
Sometimes she had him put his tongue in her asshole and lick her ass. She really enjoyed the sensation, but that wasn't why she did it. It was just the most disgusting thing she could think of for him to do. Imagine putting your tongue in another person’s dirty asshole while they just ignored you. And if she had to fart, she just did it. With no thought to Stanley at all or where his mouth might be at the moment. He might have his nose pressed to her asshole or his open mouth trying to suck some air. She just farted anyway. If it went into his open mouth it made a hollow sound and Doreen could feel Stanley’s cheeks puff up as they filled with the foul air of her fart.
She also enjoyed walking over his body and face just like he wasn’t there. She almost always wore high-heeled stilettos or boots with stiletto heels. Not because it hurt more, but because that’s just what she wore and if it hurt Stanley for her to walk on him, well it didn’t really matter to her. After all who ever heard of a rug being hurt by walking on it.
Her favorite was to walk and stand on his face and she made a point of doing it often. There is something about stepping on someone’s face that says, “I really don’t care about you at all.” When ever she was walking, Stanley was supposed to lay down in front of her and let her walk all over him. Many times she would parade back and forth over him while she talked on the phone. Or she would simply just stand on his face with both feet the whole time; and she was known to talk a long time.
Frequently she would wipe her feet on his face. There is something about standing full weight on someone’s face in high-heels and wiping your feet that says, “you are less than the dirt under my feet.” And it sure tends to tear a person’s face up, but Doreen didn’t care about that.
Sometimes when Stanley came over, Doreen was sitting in the kitchen by the table. Stanley was taught to silently kneel in front of her and offer up his face for a footstool. Doreen would just plant both shod feet in Stanley’s face and continue with whatever she was doing without even acknowledging him. Sometimes she would have him lick the dirty soles of her shoes while she rested them on his face. At other times she would kick her shoes off and press her damp nylon feet to his face and let him smell them while she rested her feet on his face. She would often rub her feet around to massage them or scratch them. After letting him smell them for a while Doreen would make him lick the bottoms of her sweaty nylon feet, it felt very good, but that’s not why she did it. She just liked the humiliation of making him smell and taste her sweaty feet.
The first time at Vickie’s party when she pissed in Stanley’s mouth Doreen thought it was disgusting. But as it turns out that’s what she liked the most and she reveled in pissing in his mouth every day. By the time Stanley got there, Doreen already had her second cup of coffee and her bladder was becoming full. She would just sit naked on Stanley’s face and piss in his gaping mouth. She taught him to open his throat so she could just piss down his throat unabated for a long time until her bladder was empty. She couldn’t imagine anything more dehumanizing than to just piss in his mouth while he smelled her ass. He was reduced to nothing but a toilet and given as much consideration as one. Doreen never once considered what her piss in Stanley’s mouth might taste like, after all, she didn’t have to taste it!
Yes, between Vickie’s love of pain and Doreen’s love of disrespecting Stanley, his life had become very difficult. And his face was beginning to look like something out of a horror movie. It was pock marked all over from their high heels and his nose was flat and smushed all out of shape from their standing and walking on it. And lets not forget Doreen’s habit of wiping her feet on it. But, alas, that was not all of Stanley’s trouble. There was Amanda to consider. She wanted her turn with Stanley too. Ever since Vickie’s party see saw Stanley as the perfect solution to her problem.
Let me explain. You see Amanda’s husband, Steve, was a salesman and, as such, was out of town three or four nights a week. Amanda hated to be alone. She wanted someone to stay with her when Steve was out of town. But she didn’t want someone she would have to visit with and talk to and such. She just wanted someone who would be there and she would not have to entertain; sort of like having a dog, only not as messy. And Stanley was perfect for the roll. Something else about Amanda was she was not into the power trips like Vickie and Doreen. She didn’t want to watch Stanley in pain or to humiliate him. In fact she was completely indifferent to his thoughts and feelings all together. Amanda was only interested in Amanda and her pleasures and, if it brought her pleasure, it didn’t matter what Stanley thought or felt, or how it affected him. That’s what made Stanley so perfect. He could be there but she ignored him as a person completely. After all she was beautiful and his only purpose in life was to please her.
When Amanda was home alone she liked to dress like she was a queen or a movie star.
She liked to wear super sheer see-through baby-doll nighties with stockings and high-heeled bedroom slippers. It made her feel even more beautiful than she was. Ordinarily she would be embarrassed to wear something like that in front of someone, but with Stanley she could because she didn’t think of him as someone. He was just a piece of furniture, a tool, or some other inanimate object.
She really liked having her ass licked when Stanley did it at Vickie’s party and she couldn’t wait for more of that. So the first thing she did when Stanley came over was have him lay on the couch so she could sit on his face and let him lick her ass. She didn’t wear any panties so he had free access to her ass with his tongue and she didn’t need them for warmth as Stanley’s face provided all the warmth her ass required.
And boy, did she enjoy having her ass eaten and licked out. Most evenings she would sit on his face all evening. That worked out great she didn’t have to talk to him or for the most part even see him. Just knowing someone was there was enough for her to not feel alone. She just sat on his face and read a book or magazine or watched a movie on TV while Stanley licked away at her ass the whole time.
She never once thought about how it was for Stanley. After all, that’s what he was there for. She chose to believe that he thought her ass tastes delicious and never gave it another thought. And to tell you the truth after several hours of licking there wasn’t much taste left. He was in his rightful place and she was in her rightful place. All was right with the world.
When his tongue got tired of licking he would just lie there with his tongue motionless as deep as possible in her asshole. She liked this feeling too of using his tongue for a butt plug, but after a while she would tell him to get back to licking.
While she was light as women go, Stanley thought she weighed a ton as she just sat hour after hour on his face. At times he thought his face would just meld into her ass and become one with it. And, of course, if someone spends that much time sitting on one’s face they are bound to fart sooner or later. Amanda was no exception, but she figured if Stanley liked the taste of her ass so much he probably liked the taste of her farts as well and didn’t give it a second thought. She just farted without abandon in Stanley’s sucking mouth. Although the sound was usually amplified by Stanley’s open mouth, there was no one around to hear it so it didn’t matter and besides it didn’t smell as bad after it was filtered in Stanley’s mouth and lungs.
Sometimes before sitting on Stanley’s face for the evening, Amanda would practice walking on Stanley so she could get good at it, like Vickie had. It wasn’t that she had any issues with pain or humiliation; it’s just that Vickie looked so cool when she did it and Amanda wanted to look cool. She walked all over his body and face. Its almost as if she thought Stanley couldn’t feel pain. The truth is it didn’t look cool if you reacted to his pain so Amanda learned to ignore the signs of pain. Sometimes she stepped full-weight right on his balls, but she learned to ignore Stanley’s rather profound display of pain and just kept on walking. Sometimes she would twist about on his face and in the same manner she just pretended like nothing happened.
Unfortunately she wasn’t as good walking on Stanley as Vickie was. She stumbled and almost fell a lot. When she did, she wasn’t really mad but she would stomp on Stanley’s face several times just to warn him if she fell down and got hurt, he would get hurt too. It seems that he got hurt whether she fell down or not because I can tell you having a full grown women stomping on your face in high-heeled slippers is not something you want to make a habit of doing.
Amanda didn’t get any special pleasure from the humiliation of peeing in Stanley’s mouth; it was just someplace convenient to go when she had to pee. And she found out early on, when she was in the middle of a movie and had to go, it was awful convenient to just slide back and use Stanley’s mouth to pee in. She didn’t consider whether Stanley would like the taste, after all, he was drinking everyone’s pee over at Vickie’s party. And she forgot the part about controlling her flow, besides that was inconvenient. She just let go with all she had and Stanley had to find a way to drink in all. The training that Doreen had given him really paid off. He struggled, but handled all she could pee. When she was drinking wine this was something that happened several times a night.
Sleeping was something that took some time to work out, but finally Amanda found a way that was good for her. She didn’t want to sleep alone, but she didn’t want Stanley sleeping right next to her so she had him sleep scooched down so that his head and mouth were right next to her genitals and ass. This was nice at first as Stanley could gently lick her pussy or ass to lull her to sleep. Then he would spend the night with his mouth glued to her pussy or her asshole. But the trouble with this arrangement was that Stanley would get tangled up in her legs and that makes it hard for Amanda to turn over in the middle of the night. Besides that it tended to make her run her nylons. (She slept with her nylons on because her feet would get cold.) Anyway Amanda finally decided that after licking her pussy or ass for a while to relax her, Stanley would slide down to the bottom of the bed and she would sleep with her nyloned feet in his face.
She usually pressed her feet pretty hard into his face and used it as leverage whenever she wanted to turn over. If her feet were tired or itched she just rubbed them on his face till they felt better. The fact that Amanda was wearing the same nylons she wore all day wasn’t even a consideration. After wearing her stockings all day long they tended to be quite aromatic and even damp with foot sweat, which Amanda rubbed into Stanley’s face with abandon. All the air he breathed was filtered through her dirty nylons as she covered in whole face with her aromatic feet. Sometimes, if she were having a hard time falling asleep she would have him lick her salting tasting feet till she fell asleep.
There remained a problem. Sometimes Stanley would snore, to Amanda’s great annoyance. When this happened she would kick Stanley in the face, hard, till he woke up and stopped snoring. And then she would kick him several more times just so he would know how annoyed she was. But after a while he would fall back to sleep and the whole scenario would repeat itself. Stanley would get a busted up face from her kicking it, but neither one of them got a good nights sleep. She even tried sticking her dirty stocking feet in his mouth to stop Stanley from snoring. This seemed to work Stanley couldn’t snore with Amanda’s dirty foot in his mouth even if he did have to taste her foot all night; that was better than her constantly kicking him in the face.
But even that had its problems. No matter how deep she tried to put her foot in Stanley’s mouth sometimes it would fall out when Amanda turned in her sleep. The final solution came when Amanda started taking her stockings off and stuffing them in Stanley’s mouth for the night. With her feet resting on Stanley’s face she didn’t need them to keep her feet warm any more. This seemed to work pretty well, at least for Amanda. Stanley had to sleep with her constantly moving feet in his face and taste her sweaty nylons all night.
Life with Vickie, Doreen, and Amanda became a regular thing with Stanley. But as he was about to find out it wasn’t everything.