Cyrpent
02-05-2003, 10:40 PM
Since the yahoo site wanted a contribution, I dug up an old story. I don't see any reason why I shouldn't post it here too. Disclaimer: I did not write this, but I modified an old story to suit myself.
Cyrpent
Worm
She came out of the shoe store. Tall, at least six feet in the closed-toe pumps. Her nylonned legs split the button-front skirt, revealing brief flashes of stockinged thigh. He followed her at a discreet distance to the parking lot. A van came by and when it had passed, she was gone. Desperately he looked around but could see no one. Finally he headed for his car.
"Worm." He whirled about. She stood less than ten feet from him, between a van and a sports car. His voice was shrill. "I thought I'd lost you." "Maybe you have, worm. I told you not to follow." "I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself." He looked into her dark eyes. "Please forgive me." She touched his cheek, long fingernails gently scratching. She looked him up and down, nodding. "You'll do," she said at last. "Kneel, worm. I want to feel your tongue on my ankles." He obeyed, kneeling on the asphalt. "My panties are wet thinking of all the dirty things we shall do together. Are my feet pretty? Do you like them?" She pushed him away. "Follow me."
Before he knew it, she was in the sports car. He raced to his car and caught up with her a few lights away. After several miles she pulled in at a seedy-looking dive. He parked and went inside. It was so dark that it took his eyes a minute to adjust. When he could see, she was nowhere in sight. The bartender said, "Looking for the sexy lady? She's in the back." He gestured toward the even darker rear of the bar. She was in a booth, legs crossed and revealed above the knee where her skirt parted, foot swinging back and forth. He scooted in across from her. A slight smile parted her lips. His cock swelled and he was grateful for the hanging tablecloth that hid the bulge in his thin slacks.
She shifted in the seat to face him and he felt the point of her heel on his leg. "You realize, worm, that I'll require special things from you for disobeying." "Like what?" he asked. Her shoe moved upward between his knees, along the inside of his thighs. "Are you wearing panties?" "No, of course not." "After today I want you in panties." "You mean wearing them?" His question was cut short as he felt the sole of her shoe at his crotch, the heel digging into his balls.. His penis throbbed against her sole.
"What'll you have?" said the waitress. He jumped; he hadn't heard her footsteps on the thick carpet. He wondered how long she'd been standing there, what she had seen and heard. "Chablis," she said. The waitress turned to him. "What about you?" "Same as the lady." The waitress retreated. "You want me to wear panties?" he repeated. "For starters. I will choose them. Do you like where my foot is?" "Yes." The pressure increased. She smiled as he gasped. "Take out your trouser mouse." He looked around; no one was watching. He did as instructed, thankful for the semidarkness. At once her other foot was in his lap, his penis grasped in the leather vise of her high heels.
"Take off my shoes, worm." He did and gasped at the feel of her nylonned feet along the length of his phallus. She teased the head with her foot. "Like?" "Yes," he groaned. "Scoot closer." As he did, his nuts slipped out, dangled over the edge of the curved seat cushion. "What's wrong?" said the waitress, appearing with two glasses of wine. "He thinks you have attractive legs." The waitress looked at her legs. "Oh, yeah?" "And feet. In particular, he likes your feet." Quizzically she looked from her plain white sneakers to the worm. "Is that right? You like these big ol' boats?" she asked. His cock was being gently mauled between warm, nylonned feet. "I..well..er," he blushed. A soft heel drifted down to press his dangling nuts against the worn leather seat. "He gives good foot massages," she said brightly. "Sit down and he'll give your feet a nice massage." The waitress, said, "I can't; I'm on duty." She left.
"Please; if you don't stop I'll come." "But that's what you want, isn't it, to come on my feet?" "Yes, oh, yes, but not here. I have so many questions." "The questions will have to wait." He slumped further down in the booth. His Her feet stroked his engorged penis and he felt himself losing it. Without missing a stroke, she reached across the table and tweaked his nipple with her long nails. "Now do as I say and come on my feet." He was lost in her fiery eyes and her mocking red lips; his cock erupted on her nylonned feet. He bit his knuckle to keep from crying out. Jets of thick come anointed her feet and he shuddered in his intense orgasm.
"Did you enjoy it?" He nodded shakily. "Good. Rub it into my feet and put my shoes back on." As he obeyed, the waitress returned. "I'm off duty now, so I thought I'd take you up on your offer," she said. Smiling, the lady got up to let the waitress slide into her seat. She sat back down beside her. He turned bright red as he realized what was about to happen.
Sure enough, the waitress extended her long nylonned legs, carelessly plopping her white canvas shoes on the seat cushion between his legs, unaware that his penis, still hypersensitive from orgasm, was in the way. Her huge feet completely dwarfed his shrunken organ. As her thick rubber soles mashed his balls into the cushion, his cock was pulled down between her feet where it begain to swell once more despite the abrasion of the rubber soles.
The lady smiled and nodded, indicating that he should begin. "Don't you want to take my shoes off first?" she asked. "Take them off," the lady added. The worm gulped but obeyed. He lifted one of her feet and slipped her shoe off. When she put her foot back down, she immediately felt his engorged penis rubbing against her ankle through the thin nylon. She smiled. "You really do like my feet, don't you?" The lady was grinning broadly. "Well, you two seem to have lots to talk about. I'll see you later." She got up to leave. "Wait!" the worm called, but he was held in place by the waitress, who had his rubbery nuts firmly pinned beneath one huge canvas shoe. "Not going anywhere, are you?" she smirked, pressing her advantage.
Cyrpent
Worm
She came out of the shoe store. Tall, at least six feet in the closed-toe pumps. Her nylonned legs split the button-front skirt, revealing brief flashes of stockinged thigh. He followed her at a discreet distance to the parking lot. A van came by and when it had passed, she was gone. Desperately he looked around but could see no one. Finally he headed for his car.
"Worm." He whirled about. She stood less than ten feet from him, between a van and a sports car. His voice was shrill. "I thought I'd lost you." "Maybe you have, worm. I told you not to follow." "I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself." He looked into her dark eyes. "Please forgive me." She touched his cheek, long fingernails gently scratching. She looked him up and down, nodding. "You'll do," she said at last. "Kneel, worm. I want to feel your tongue on my ankles." He obeyed, kneeling on the asphalt. "My panties are wet thinking of all the dirty things we shall do together. Are my feet pretty? Do you like them?" She pushed him away. "Follow me."
Before he knew it, she was in the sports car. He raced to his car and caught up with her a few lights away. After several miles she pulled in at a seedy-looking dive. He parked and went inside. It was so dark that it took his eyes a minute to adjust. When he could see, she was nowhere in sight. The bartender said, "Looking for the sexy lady? She's in the back." He gestured toward the even darker rear of the bar. She was in a booth, legs crossed and revealed above the knee where her skirt parted, foot swinging back and forth. He scooted in across from her. A slight smile parted her lips. His cock swelled and he was grateful for the hanging tablecloth that hid the bulge in his thin slacks.
She shifted in the seat to face him and he felt the point of her heel on his leg. "You realize, worm, that I'll require special things from you for disobeying." "Like what?" he asked. Her shoe moved upward between his knees, along the inside of his thighs. "Are you wearing panties?" "No, of course not." "After today I want you in panties." "You mean wearing them?" His question was cut short as he felt the sole of her shoe at his crotch, the heel digging into his balls.. His penis throbbed against her sole.
"What'll you have?" said the waitress. He jumped; he hadn't heard her footsteps on the thick carpet. He wondered how long she'd been standing there, what she had seen and heard. "Chablis," she said. The waitress turned to him. "What about you?" "Same as the lady." The waitress retreated. "You want me to wear panties?" he repeated. "For starters. I will choose them. Do you like where my foot is?" "Yes." The pressure increased. She smiled as he gasped. "Take out your trouser mouse." He looked around; no one was watching. He did as instructed, thankful for the semidarkness. At once her other foot was in his lap, his penis grasped in the leather vise of her high heels.
"Take off my shoes, worm." He did and gasped at the feel of her nylonned feet along the length of his phallus. She teased the head with her foot. "Like?" "Yes," he groaned. "Scoot closer." As he did, his nuts slipped out, dangled over the edge of the curved seat cushion. "What's wrong?" said the waitress, appearing with two glasses of wine. "He thinks you have attractive legs." The waitress looked at her legs. "Oh, yeah?" "And feet. In particular, he likes your feet." Quizzically she looked from her plain white sneakers to the worm. "Is that right? You like these big ol' boats?" she asked. His cock was being gently mauled between warm, nylonned feet. "I..well..er," he blushed. A soft heel drifted down to press his dangling nuts against the worn leather seat. "He gives good foot massages," she said brightly. "Sit down and he'll give your feet a nice massage." The waitress, said, "I can't; I'm on duty." She left.
"Please; if you don't stop I'll come." "But that's what you want, isn't it, to come on my feet?" "Yes, oh, yes, but not here. I have so many questions." "The questions will have to wait." He slumped further down in the booth. His Her feet stroked his engorged penis and he felt himself losing it. Without missing a stroke, she reached across the table and tweaked his nipple with her long nails. "Now do as I say and come on my feet." He was lost in her fiery eyes and her mocking red lips; his cock erupted on her nylonned feet. He bit his knuckle to keep from crying out. Jets of thick come anointed her feet and he shuddered in his intense orgasm.
"Did you enjoy it?" He nodded shakily. "Good. Rub it into my feet and put my shoes back on." As he obeyed, the waitress returned. "I'm off duty now, so I thought I'd take you up on your offer," she said. Smiling, the lady got up to let the waitress slide into her seat. She sat back down beside her. He turned bright red as he realized what was about to happen.
Sure enough, the waitress extended her long nylonned legs, carelessly plopping her white canvas shoes on the seat cushion between his legs, unaware that his penis, still hypersensitive from orgasm, was in the way. Her huge feet completely dwarfed his shrunken organ. As her thick rubber soles mashed his balls into the cushion, his cock was pulled down between her feet where it begain to swell once more despite the abrasion of the rubber soles.
The lady smiled and nodded, indicating that he should begin. "Don't you want to take my shoes off first?" she asked. "Take them off," the lady added. The worm gulped but obeyed. He lifted one of her feet and slipped her shoe off. When she put her foot back down, she immediately felt his engorged penis rubbing against her ankle through the thin nylon. She smiled. "You really do like my feet, don't you?" The lady was grinning broadly. "Well, you two seem to have lots to talk about. I'll see you later." She got up to leave. "Wait!" the worm called, but he was held in place by the waitress, who had his rubbery nuts firmly pinned beneath one huge canvas shoe. "Not going anywhere, are you?" she smirked, pressing her advantage.