SaleB
12-14-2002, 9:43 PM
A few of my last stories had a small amount of intresnents, let's see what will be with this.
Lady from the escort
I had some fantasy few hours ago. When I thank about it, I realized that it could be done the next time when I’ll be home alone for few days. In the meantime I can only try to write a story about it.
He is twenty-one year old student, still living with his parents. His parents were out of town for few days and he could do what he fantasized about for few weeks. He took the newspaper, searched the phone numbers. He found a few girls that he liked. Then he called them ad asked about the special service that he wants beside sex. He found the girl and make the arrangements about the time.
When the girl came, she was great: long black hairs, smooth white skin, dark red lipstick, blue eye mascara and black eyes. She was tall, maybe 5’10”, with heels 6’3” (little bit taller then he is) and weighted about 140 pounds. It was winter and she wore boots, dark red snake-skin, high boots with narrow black plastic heels and black plastic soles.
When se came in he poured her some drink, vodka. They talked a little while about a day, about her, him and then came the talk to the thematic of what they should and what should not do that night. When she confirmed that she would step on him, he invited her to do it right now.
He was sitting on the sofa sideways and she stood beside him. He took one of her boots and placed it on his belly left near his groin and gave her hand to bring the other boot of hers on his lower chest. She was crouching on him just a moment later. They continued to talk. It was interesting to her how her weight was reacting on his erection. As she slipped down, her heels were making bruises on his belly and chest. He loved it.
They were just talking, but he was in pain. He could feel her warm skin on his and simultaneously the sharp edges of her boots. He was not subdominant and because of that he loved when he can be in control and in pain in the same time. But, he could not control everything, every move of hers he felt and could not do anything about that in the same moment.
She was moving her feet around and taking different positions while they talked. In some moment she grabbed him with her hands around the neck, turned herself to him and crouched in his lap, staying by that only on her heels on the left and right side of his belly-button. It was nice position; he liked it because it was circumstance of her imagination. She was not a dominant person, her only goal was to make him happy and become more money or new own customer. She was selling herself and only thing in control was his money. When he asked she would for an extra nearly kill him. He knew that, but he was not supported that day so much.
After an half of hour of belly-dancing, crouching and talking in his lap, he told her it’s time for some real trampling. He lied on the floor behind the couch and told her that she has ten minutes to cover him with marks or to make him cry. She took her role very serious. She was trampling, bouncing, pivoting her heels, and a little jumping on his chest, stomach and arms. After five minutes of it he was still smiling. She was a bit pissed. She was afraid to move to his head, but the groin area was good idea. After only a few steps of angry girl’s heels on his organ, he cried out.
After that they sat on the couch, for him to relax a bit. In the meanwhile she was telling to him what she liked and what disliked, what she was thinking while trampling him, still sitting on him.
After the trampling session he became a nice foot-job and she left.
He was already planning the next session with her. Soon, before his family comes back to town.
Lady from the escort
I had some fantasy few hours ago. When I thank about it, I realized that it could be done the next time when I’ll be home alone for few days. In the meantime I can only try to write a story about it.
He is twenty-one year old student, still living with his parents. His parents were out of town for few days and he could do what he fantasized about for few weeks. He took the newspaper, searched the phone numbers. He found a few girls that he liked. Then he called them ad asked about the special service that he wants beside sex. He found the girl and make the arrangements about the time.
When the girl came, she was great: long black hairs, smooth white skin, dark red lipstick, blue eye mascara and black eyes. She was tall, maybe 5’10”, with heels 6’3” (little bit taller then he is) and weighted about 140 pounds. It was winter and she wore boots, dark red snake-skin, high boots with narrow black plastic heels and black plastic soles.
When se came in he poured her some drink, vodka. They talked a little while about a day, about her, him and then came the talk to the thematic of what they should and what should not do that night. When she confirmed that she would step on him, he invited her to do it right now.
He was sitting on the sofa sideways and she stood beside him. He took one of her boots and placed it on his belly left near his groin and gave her hand to bring the other boot of hers on his lower chest. She was crouching on him just a moment later. They continued to talk. It was interesting to her how her weight was reacting on his erection. As she slipped down, her heels were making bruises on his belly and chest. He loved it.
They were just talking, but he was in pain. He could feel her warm skin on his and simultaneously the sharp edges of her boots. He was not subdominant and because of that he loved when he can be in control and in pain in the same time. But, he could not control everything, every move of hers he felt and could not do anything about that in the same moment.
She was moving her feet around and taking different positions while they talked. In some moment she grabbed him with her hands around the neck, turned herself to him and crouched in his lap, staying by that only on her heels on the left and right side of his belly-button. It was nice position; he liked it because it was circumstance of her imagination. She was not a dominant person, her only goal was to make him happy and become more money or new own customer. She was selling herself and only thing in control was his money. When he asked she would for an extra nearly kill him. He knew that, but he was not supported that day so much.
After an half of hour of belly-dancing, crouching and talking in his lap, he told her it’s time for some real trampling. He lied on the floor behind the couch and told her that she has ten minutes to cover him with marks or to make him cry. She took her role very serious. She was trampling, bouncing, pivoting her heels, and a little jumping on his chest, stomach and arms. After five minutes of it he was still smiling. She was a bit pissed. She was afraid to move to his head, but the groin area was good idea. After only a few steps of angry girl’s heels on his organ, he cried out.
After that they sat on the couch, for him to relax a bit. In the meanwhile she was telling to him what she liked and what disliked, what she was thinking while trampling him, still sitting on him.
After the trampling session he became a nice foot-job and she left.
He was already planning the next session with her. Soon, before his family comes back to town.