0 comments/ 117717 views/ 27 favorites Maid To Love By: Chevalier I am a lawyer for a British firm located in business district of London. Our C.E.O. is a full Lord with a huge estate in the north-country. On many occasions I have had the opportunity to spend working week-ends at his regal country manor. It has sixty-five rooms and a full staff of eight. Among these is a lovely Scandinavian wench named Olga. She's one of three maids and it is concerning her that this narrative is about. It was late fall and our firm was involved with a rather complicated trade contract with a European conglomerate. The Boss asked several of us to spend the week-end with him at the estate to rough things out. I jumped at the opportunity to visit that marvelous place again. We spent most of Friday and Saturday working in his library and by Saturday night were nearly finished with our briefs. Early the next morning, Sunday, the Boss decided to do some horseback riding and my two colleagues accepted his invitation to go along. Whereas I begged off, wanting to spend a few minutes alone with my paperwork and another cup of coffee. It was only sunrise and the air was very cool. I decided to do my work in the den with the ornate brick fireplace. I had just finished my work and was sitting by the fire, when Olga, the maid, walked in. Seeing the feather-duster in her hands, I realized her intentions. Upon seeing me, she halted at the door. "Oh, Mister Ambrose, I did not know you were here. I'll come back later." "No, no," I implored. "Go about your business. You won't disturb me in the least bit." She studied me for a second, then smiled and nodded. "Very well, sir. I won't take long at all." She entered and closed the door behind her. Soon she was flitting about the den, busy at her task. Sitting there, in my robe and panama bottoms, I watched her unobtrusively. Not wanting to make her self-conscious as she went from shelf to shelf, whipping her duster over the spines of my collection. Once or twice, her eyes flicked in my direction and I had to bury my gaze back into the open book on my lap. Olga was a stunning girl with a full, ripe Scandinavian figure. I could not fathom who the twisted pervert was who designed the traditional maid's uniform. The little black dress that barely touched the top of her knees was demurely covered by a short white apron. Her top was straining at the full roundness of her breasts, that rose and fell ever so subtlety with each breath. Her long, shapely legs were encased in seamed nylons, their tops attached to garters becoming enticingly visible whenever she rose on tip-toes to reach the top of the shelves. This was all beginning to have a noticeable physical results on my personage. Eyeing the straight black seams down her long elegant legs, I was amused and simultaneously excited by her choice of shoes. No dull, boring flats for Olga. No, rather shiny polished black pumps with four inch stiletto heels that made walking on them a skill she was more than equal to. As she moved about the room, her heels clicked on the hard wood floor, her hips swinging fluidly from side to side with each perfect step. I found my hands were sweating and I set aside my papers on the end table to wipe them on my housecoat. "My, but that fire does make it warm in here, doesn't it," I offered up indicating my sweaty palms. Olga smiled and stood by the shelf to my right. "Yes, Mister Ambrose. Almost stifling, sir." Then she did a curious thing. She unbuttoned the two top pieces of her blouse and opened them to reveal the tanned flesh beneath. She fanned this exposed skin, breathing deeply so that my eyes locked onto the ripe swell that was the top part of her ample bosom. Again she caught my glance and I must have flushed red as a beet as I averted my stare. I sensed her approaching and kept my head down. "I'm done, sir. Will you be needing anything more?" She was standing in front of me, her hands and the feather duster behind her back so that her magnificent chest was above and before me. "Ah, ..Er.no, Olga. Thank you." "Is something wrong, sir? You seem a bit flushed." "Er ..No, no. Just a curious thought, my dear." "Yes, Mister Ambrose?" "Well, ah . . . your shoes . . . " "My shoes?" She looked down and again afforded me a view of her breast, so ripe and bursting at the corset beneath her opened blouse. "Is there anything wrong with them?" "Er..No, not at all, my dear. I was just perplexed that you would wear them. I mean, with the heel and all...I mean..." Olga smiled and raised her right leg before I could protest, setting the tip of the shiny black shoe on the left arm of my chair. "Do you like them, Mister Ambrose? They were very expensive, you know?" she asked perfectly innocent. I sat up straight, my eyes on the shapely leg now in front of me. The shiny black pump was reflective and I could see my distorted face in the toe. Without thought, I touched it, rubbing the smooth texture of patented leather and the softness of her nyloned foot. "Yes, I can see that. Quite lovely. Very nice indeed." I continued to rub the foot. My hand had a life of its own as it moved up her leg, traveling effortlessly along her shin and then around the back to her curved, soft calf. Olga gave a little gasp. "Oh, Mister Ambrose. What would you be doing?" But she did not move the offered limb. Emboldened by her obvious approval, I slipped my hand carousingly over her knee and across her upper thigh. "You have very beautiful legs, Olga. Very long and well shaped. I am quite fond of them." "Yes sir, I could tell the way you stare at them whenever I'm about." "Do you mind?" "Oh no sir, I rather enjoy having you watch me. It sort of makes me feel all warm and hot inside. If you know what I mean." I could feel the heat emanating from her inner thigh as I my fingers found the hosiery top and a garter snap. I pulled at it gently. Olga reached down and put her hand on my wrist, urging my hand further under the cotton of her skirt. I looked into her sparkling blue eyes and she smiled, licking her lips with the tip of her tongue. "I've often had dreams about your touching me like this, Mister Ambrose," she gasped. "You have?" "Yes sir. Your hands exploring my body just like this; feeling me all up. Touching my secret places. OOO, yes. Right there." My exploring fingers were pressing against the lace fabric of her panties, feeling the tangle of pubic hairs beneath the fabric. I rubbed the spot hard and Olga shivered. "And what do you do when you have these dreams, Olga?" I pulled the fabric aside gently and probed with my index finger, immediately knowing her to be wet. "I play with myself, your Lordship. Dreaming it's yourself loving me all over. Ah." I slipped the finger up inside her and she shivered, both her hands pulling her skirt up to allow me freer assess. I took in her black lace panties, with a floral lace edge, her soft pink skin exposed between them and the bottom of her matching corset with the attached garter snaps that held her stockings. And of course my right hand lost beneath the panties as I continued to probe her with my moving finger. "Oh yes, my Lord. Deeper, if you will...AAGHH." Clearly the girl was enjoying my attention as much as was I in providing it. A twinge from my own anatomy indicated that my own sexual awakenings were manifesting themselves in the shape of the rock hard bulge rising from my lounge pants. I reached down with my left hand and peeled back the crotch to grasp my penis and bring it out into the open. It was stiff and erect, its tip aiming upward toward the vagina only inches above. "Oh Olga, my cock is so very hard for you." Her eyes widened like twin moons as she stared at my manhood rising triumphantly. She gulped, her tongue licking her lips. "Would you like this, Olga? Would you like my cock shoved way up deep inside your warm, wet pussy?" "Yes sir," she nodded wildly. "After you lick it all up." "Oh?" The look on her face was wanton with animal desire. "Please," she begged. The time was foreplay was indeed over. I removed my wayward hand from her lingerie and indicated she move away. This done, I rose, peeling off my lounging jacket and tossing it aside quickly. I took Olga in my arms and pulling her into me tightly, kissed her for all I was worth. My mouth forced her sweet lips apart and my tongue went to feverish work inside her mouth. All the while my hands roamed over her backside and mashed her plump posterior crazily. Her entire body squirmed happily against me. As quickly as I began the embrace, I pulled away. Taking her by shoulders, I moved us around so that she was standing with her beautiful legs against the padded chair. Next I went down to one knee before her, lifted her skirt and took hold of her damp panties. I yank them down her legs easily and she skillfully raised each leg to free herself of them. I pushed her back into the chair. I took one quick sniff at the lace underware before tossing them onto my crumpled housecoat. "Put your legs up on the arms of the chair," I directed. She complied eagerly, the motion raising her maid's skirt up to her tummy and fully exposing her tantalizing, moist cunt. "Oh, Mister Ambrose. Do it! Eat my snatch." I dove into her like a starving fool. Holding her inner thighs, my mouth clamped onto her pussy and my tongue slid into the wet folds of her vagina. Like a cat lapping milk, my hungry tongue ravished her. Lick after frantic lick, I devoured her honey both with vigor, driving my tongue deeper and deeper with each new stroke. Olga went wild, her body vibrating fiercely under my oral attention. Gasp after gasp escaped her throat and she took hold of my head with both her hands, forcing it down. Urging me on with her calls, "Oh yes, it's wonderful, sir. So very good." No lie there. I was enjoying myself completely. This lasted of all five minutes before her orgasm came on her. Olga let out a high shriek and clamped her lovely legs tightly around my head, her body rocking uncontrollably as each new wave of sensual pleasure swept over her. When she finally settled down and released her hold on me, it was with a soft, contented sigh. "Crikey, that was so nice, Mister Ambrose. Now will you be fucking me up good?" I laughed and jumped to me feet. My erection was huge and straight, pointing right at her. Olga leaned forward and took hold of it. She brought her head forward and lightly kissed the head of my engorged willy. It sent shivers through me. She took me into her mouth and began to suck away. It was heavenly. So much that I had to pull out. Her lips making a smacking sound as I did so. "Stop," I said, struggling to stop her caresses. "You'll make me cum in your hands." "Alright, sir," she sounded sad. "But we'll have to see to that another time." Now there was a sweet promise. I helped her to her feet again and once more we exchanged positions. Once back in the chair, my cock rigid with excitement, I pulled Olga towards me and had her straddle the arms. Since the chair was thickly padded, she was able to get into a comfortable posture that had her love gash centered directly over me. Holding her hips, I pulled her down and at the same moment raised up. Like a sword sliding into its custom made scabbard, I went into her. It was marvelous. Her wet insides lubricated my taut skin and made the fucking motion easy. Up and down I moved, sending sparks of joy through both of us. Olga was once again reacting physically. As I held onto her hips to keep the fucking going, she reached down and all but ripped her blouse open. Then with a few minor tugs, managed to pulled down the bustier covering her large, firm tities. What a sight they were. Without losing a beat, I began sucking on them, going from one juicy pink nipple to the other until each was a hardened cone poking out from their aroused mams. "Oh heavens, I'm going to come again!" Olga yelled as I was playfully biting her. "YES, YES! FUCK ME, MISTER AMBROSE!" I was glad to oblige, my pecker now near bursting with my own ardor. And as Olga climaxed a second time, her pussy walls clutching my stiff member, I too erupted with a powerful ejaculation that fired load after load of jism into her. Her pussy muscles draining it dry. My own groans mingling with hers. When it was over, she collapsed in my arms, her head coming to rest on my shoulder. I continued to play with her amble breasts as my willy slowly returned to its normal stature and slipped out of her. "Oh, Mister Ambrose, that was divine." "Indeed, dear Olga. I'm thinking you're going to have to quit this job." "Oh, and why would I do that, sir?" "Why to come to work for me, of course. I'm in need of a maid. One with long, shapely legs." THE END Suddenly her head jerked up and looked toward the door. "Blimey, someone comes!" I pulled my hand from her crevice and sat up while she set her foot down and turned away from me, her hands frantically straitening the front of her uniform. The door behind me creaked open as I maddeningly shoved my erection beneath the cloth of my pants and threw my the flaps of my house jacket over my legs. "Henry? Are you here?" I recognized the lilting voice of Lady Alice, my wife. "Ah, there you are." I scooped up my fallen book just as she swung the door wide. "Hello dear," I mumbled, a huge smile plastered across my face, hoping it was no longer red. "Do come in." Alice was decked out in her blue outfit that included a short skirt and matching turtle neck sweater. By the prominent jutting of her nipples I could she wasn't wearing a brassiere. Alice is a small brunette with a very lovely shape. Her legs, tanned from days on the tennis courts, were trim and healthy as she came over and gave me a small, friendly kiss. "Reading, are we?" Olga had turned and was busy at another book shelf. "Olga." "Yes, Lady Ambrose," she replied happily as if nothing at all had been going on when Alice arrived. "Don't forget to do up the dining room. We are having guest this evening." "Of course, Lady Ambrose. I'll get right on it." With a little bow, she turned and walked away. I tried to keep my eyes averted from her swaying hips and long, graceful legs but saw Alice watching her intently. "What a silly girl," she said after the maid was out of the room. "Excuse me? How so?" "Why those ridiculous shoes with their preposterous heels. It's a wonder she doesn't fall and break her neck." "I rather like her shoes?" "You do?" She studied me with a stare I was all too familiar with. "Well, yes. I think they're awfully feminine." Alice tilted her head slightly and put her hands on her hips. "You mean sexy, is that it?" "Well, ..Ah, yes." I couldn't believe I was saying these things. "So, what is wrong with that, dear?" My wife continued to study me like some specimen under glass. "Mmm...and tell me, Henry. Would you like to see me wearing shoes like those?" "Yes, I would, love." "You would!" I reached out and took hold of hand, pulling her onto my lap. "Yes, but only in bed." "What?" Then the look of understanding came over her pretty face as my right hand crept under her sweater. "Well, we wouldn't want you falling and breaking your neck now, would we?" At that I kissed her longingly. My dallying with Olga had gotten me worked up and I was horny as a deprived bull in an empty pasture. My hand found her breasts and began playing with them. She squealed happily, her mouth opening so allow my tongue entry. As her nips became hard, my already teased member again began to harden with determined rapidity. So much so that it soon pressed up against her tight little buttocks. "Oh, Henry," she giggled, squirming purposely to arouse me further. "Whatever is that thing I am sitting upon." "As if you didn't know. Damn it, Alice. I want you. Right now." "What," her eyes wide in surprise and merriment. "In the den?" I pulled on her tits playfully to prove my ardor and she pushed my hands away. Squirming, she stood up and smoothed out her clothes, laughing. "My, my, Olga and her sexy shoes do seem to greatly effect you, Henry." I wasn't exactly sure how to take that one. Did she suspect anything? Alice was liberal about sex, but not that liberal. Then she reached down and pulled aside my housecoat, revealing my pajama bottoms with the lump at the center where my poor, unattended penis bulged. "What is that suppose to mean, Alice?" "Oh, don't get in a frump, dear Henry. Here, let me have a go at this magnificent creature of yours." "But I want you?" She knelt down before me, opened my legs and reached in to the slit of my pants to find my swollen penis. "Henry, love, there simply isn't time. The Bonivelles will be here soon and I must see to the dinner. But don't fret, I'll see to this properly before I go." Then she licked her lips and dropped her head down to swallow me in one soft, wet gulp. Alice was a fiend when it came to giving fellatio and she went at it with relish. Her tongue lapping up and down the head of my stiff cock all the while massaging it with expert care as she did so. "I really don't mind you flirting with the maid," she announced during a break to catch a gulp of air before renewing her attack on my erection. "She is a rather voluptuous little bitch, isn't she?" Then I felt my blood boiling deep inside me. Running hotly toward climax and I arched my back to push myself deeper into her hungry mouth. I reached down and took hold of her head forcing her down. "Oh Alice baby! Suck me up!" Her head kept bobbing back and forth making loud sucking noises that only added to the pleasure she was administering. Taking a second to catch her breath, I watched her lick off a smear of clear goo from her lips. She could feel my trembling and knew I was about to explode and shoot my load. "You'd probably like to screw her good, wouldn't you love. Bang this big, huge dick into her soft, tight pussy. I'll bet you can imagine it right now." It was all I needed. She was right, of course. The vixen. I had only to close my eyes as the first gob of jism started to gush forth to see Olga in my mind's eye. Beautiful, tempting, seductive Olga, spread out before me on a huge bed, still in her little black and white maid uniform, but now with her legs wide open and panties gone. And I was diving into her, driving my cock hard into her. Deep, deep, deep. DEEP! "Oh baby," I cried. "I'm coming, I'M COMING!!" Alice jerked my rod hard and I shot my load, repeatedly into her loving mouth. She swallowed fast, enjoying the taste of my cum as it splashed against tongue and throat, sliding messily away. Making sure not to lose a single drop, her sucking mouth like a vacuum on me, working me to the thrill-jerking end. Then I collapsed, drained and exhausted. My fingers still in her soft, silky hair. Alice lifted her face from quickly deflating rod and smiled, wiping the her lips with the back of her hand. "Hmmm, that was sooo good." --------------------------------- After leaving the den, Olga went directly to the dining room and commenced her dusting. Her body was over heated from her intimate encounter with Lord Henry and she could not escape the needful desire growing within her loins. Her pussy was still wet as she remembered his hand there. The look of abject longing in his handsome face as he jerked on his huge, king size cock. Olga had all she could do to keep her thoughts on the job at hand. If done poorly, she would be severely reprimanded. She could even lose her position. A thought that was most sobering. Gritting her teeth, Olga dug into her work and soon was finished. Everything looked spotless and clean. Secure in her task completed, she sought to alleviate her sexual frustration. Maid To Love A quick trip to her room and the eight inch vibrator in her bureau drawer would ease that particular tension. "Olga." It was Lady Alice again. She seemed smug as she entered the dining room. Alice hoped she wouldn't keep her long. Lady Alice ran her fingers across the hutch top and nodded approvingly. "Very good, Olga. You did a fine job." "Thank you, me Lady," she bowed slightly in the proper fashion. Lady Alice came up to her, hands behind her, smiling all the while. "Yes, you are working out quite well. What were you planning on doing next?" "Well, Ma'am, my duties for today are finished and ..." "Oh, I see. Very well, then. You may go." "Yes, Ma'am. Thank you." "But would you do me one small favor first?" "Ma'am?" "There are some clean towels in the hamper room locker. Would you kindly place six of these in the upstairs bath. In case the Bonivilles choose to spend the night." "Of course, Lady Alice. Right away." She started to move when her employer suddenly reached out and touched her cheek. Olga froze for a second. "You are a lovely creature, aren't you?" ."Uh..Thank you, Ma'am." Lady Alice's hand traced her jawline delicately and then touched the maid's bottom lip. Then she turned and walk off toward the kitchen leaving poor Olga momentarily mystified. The blonde touched her chin and mused. Then she shrugged and went after the towels. Minutes later Olga was in the upstairs bathroom, a huge affair, with sunken tub, jacuzzi and assorted other delights. She had deposited the thick, fluffy towels into the cabinet and was all set to quit for the day. The thought of her thick plastic vibrator humming in and out of her cunt was driving her mad. The need for satisfaction was overwhelming. Which in large part was responsible for what occurred next. Turning from the bathroom in the hall, Olga noticed the door to her left was ajar by an inch. She knew it to be the bedroom of young Brian Ambrose, Henry's sixteen year old brother. Being a normally curious woman, Olga slowed her pace as she came along the open door and seeing no one else was about, she gently nudged it wider to peek inside. Her beautiful eyes came sharply alert at the sight they beheld. Stretched across a huge, four poster bed, was the strapping young Brian. He was fast asleep on his back, completely naked. Olga gulped. Her eyes devoured his virile young body, especially the member at his center. Much to her amazement, the boy's cock was moving. That is it was starting to swell and enlarge as the lad fidgeted about in his sleep. She watched in awe as his firm, rigid penis rose straight as a flagpole and stood erect. Meanwhile Brian's head tossed fitfully on his pillow, a queer smile on his sleeping, comely face. Olga was no fool. That he should manifest an erection while asleep meant the boy was in the rapture of some erotic dalliance of his imagination. He was having a wet dream. Not one to pass up a golden opportunity, Olga slipped into his room and gently closed the door behind her. Silently she tip toed across the thick gray rug until she was standing right along side the boy's bed. Eyes fastened on his stiff cock, a wicked smiled played across her lips. Olga would give the kid a wet dream he would never forget. Watching young Brian twist and moan, only served to heighten her own sexual anticipation. His cock seemed to want to shoot up into the air like some space rocket, so huge and straight it reared upward. Olga, slipped off her spiked shoes, momentarily remembering Lord Henry's fascination with them. A peculiar fetish she could explore later, to both their gratification. But for now, the matter at hand. Which is exactly what she had in mind. Unbuttoning her blouse again, this time down to midriff, Olga tugged and pulled her huge, round breast free of their containment in the lace bustier. She kneaded her big nipples, all the while keeping her stare locked on the massive cock. Then she lifted her skirt, unsnapped her garters and hastily peeled off her sobbing wet panties. She dropped them on the bed and then began rubbing her demanding pussy. With her right hand she rubbed her clit, moving her fingers about expertly, swiftly bringing herself to a fever of sexual pitch at the same time continuing the massaging her heaving breasts. In a heated frenzy now, her entire body was rocking with pleasurable tremors. For what she planned, the timing had to be perfect. All she had ever read about men's wet dreams indicated that somewhere in Brian's fantasy he was screwing the hell out of someone and this would ultimately lead to a full ejaculation. Olga edged closer to the bed as she noticed his breathing was getting faster. Then she realized his buttocks were beginning to rise up and down. This was it. Pulling her skirt into a tight bunch around her middle, she placed her right stockinged leg down on the bed beside the slumbering lad. Using her right hand to steady herself, the wanton, lascivious maid then swung her remaining leg up and over the boy's mid section to position her hungry gash directly over his extended sex organ. She let go her crumbled skirt momentarily and gently as possible held the head of Brian's cock. The boy moaned softly at her delicate touch. It was now or never. Smoothly, Olga lowered herself so that her quivering pussy lips came down exactly over the boy's stiff rod. Once it was touching her love lips, she sank onto it. The ecstasy of his prick inside her instantly fired her coming orgasm and she climaxed. Biting her lips to keep from screaming, Olea shoved up and down on the boy riding him like some wild stallion. Wave after wave of sheer joy flooding through her. Then Brian was yelling in his sleep as his own orgasm reached it's peaked and he erupted inside the walls of her pussy. Olga's inside sucked his vibrating penis, forcing more and more of the warm jism out of him. "Aaagh," Olga cried unable to contain her fulfillment. Then Brian himself mumbled, "Oh, Alice. My sweet Alice." Olga blinked recognizing the name. Damn, but the boy had the hots for his own sister. Cute. Brian started to twist under her, his hands suddenly reaching up and grabbing hold of her naked tits. Surprised, Olga thought quickly. As much as the feel of his hands on her was immensely pleasurable, she had to keep him asleep. At least until she was gone. Bending down, she kissed his cheek and whispered, "Hush, stay asleep, my darling. Your Alice will come back soon." It worked. He dropped his hands from her and murmured happily, a silly smile on his sleeping face. Olga climbed off his now relaxed figure with as much care as possible. Scooping up her shoes, she rushed to the door, opened it and was gone. She dashed to the end hall bathroom and once there, let out a long, deep breath. Seeing herself in the full length mirror, she grinned and waved a finger at her image. "You naughty, naughty girl," she giggled, very happy with herself. Feeling cum sticking to her inner thighs, Olga wet a face cloth with warm water, placed her right leg on the tub's edge and began washing herself. It was then she realized her panties were gone. She had left them on Brian's bed. Another smile. Oh well, let the boy keep them as a souvenir. She wondered what he would think when he eventually awoke and found the lacy things there. Amusing. Her toiletry finished, Olga refastened her hosiery to her bustier garter snaps, slipped on her high heels and departed. Going down the back stairs to the servants' quarters, she swung her hips jauntily and whistled a happily little tune. In the room behind her, Brian Ambrose was awakening with a feeling of utter contentment. He'd been dreaming of seducing his brother's wife, Alice. In the dream, he'd come upon her working the gardens out back, wearing a short skirt and halter top both dazzling white to set off her gorgeous tanned skin. Being a dream, Brian had come up behind her and immediately saw that she was naked under the skirt, her twin little buttocks shining before him. Instantly he was rock hard and zeroing on his target, her soft warm behind. Grabbing her by the ass, Brian had leaned forward and slid his cock into her cunt from behind. In the wonderful dream, Alice never once took her attention from her flowers, but continued to prune them as Brian screwed her frantically until he came. Then Alice turned, looked up at him and smiled radiantly. Brian awoke, hearing her voice ringing in his ear. The dream had been so real, especially the fucking. He looked down at this now soggy cock and wondered why it had felt so real this time more than all the other such nocturnal emissions. Sitting up lazily he was starting to slide off the bed when his legs slid over the black lace. Panties. Black, lacy panties? On his bed? Suddenly a very strange thought start taking shape in his fertile imagination. Had the dream been real in some way? Had Alice actually been here? Were these her undies? Sniffing them, he smelled the muskiness of sex and knew he had definitely screwed someone. But who? It was crazy. Shaking his head, he put the panties in his bedside dresser and proceeded to the his private bath for a shower. Hopefully it would help clear up the cobwebs. ---------------------------------- The shop on Lowell street where Olga bought all her special toys was called the ADULT TOY FACTORY. Entering the front door, she saw that her friend, Tanya was working the front desk. Tanya was a dusky negro with a full, sensual body and made most of the male customers want to do more than just shop for bedtime accessories. Olga had slipped into a loose fitting dress, her walking shoes and a light sweater. It was late afternoon and still relatively warm outside. Tanya spotted immediately and waved. "How's my favorite customer?" she called smiling warmly. "Just fine, Tanya." "What can I do you for today? Some perfumed feathers? A leather whip and chains?" Already several of the male customers, most browsing the racks of porno magazines, were sneaking glances toward the two ravishing females. The contrast between the two striking, one a blonde venus, the other a black siren. "Oh, that all sounds delightful," Olga laughed. "But not today. No, I'm looking for shoes, Tanya." "Shoes? Hmm, thought you already had a pair of real spiked gems as I recall?" "I do, but I need something extra special. Really kinky with a capital K." Tanya grinned and winked. "I think we got just what the doctor ordered in the back room. Come with me." As she led the way to the curtained partition, Tanya spoke to a young, pimple face boy stacking boxes of vibrators on the back counter. "Yo, Greg, watch the register for a while, will yah." "Sure thing, boss." Olga had been in the shop's back room before and knew the diversity of material offered there. She kept her fingers crossed Tanya would have just the right kind of footwear she was envisioning. "Tell me something of what you've in mind," the husky proprietress said leading her deeper into the narrow crowded aisles between ceiling high shelves filled with boxes all labeled according to contents. Somewhere an incense candle flavored the area with a tangy, sweet odor Olga found pleasant. "The man I want to bag has a food fetish." "Hmm, foot as in feet or as in shoes?" "Is there a difference?" "You bet, sweetheart. Just because a joe likes you in spikes doesn't mean he's a toe freak. Probably just the opposite." "I see what you mean. No, not feet. He was definitely turned on by my leather pumps. They drove him crazy." Tanya snapped her fingers as an idea lit up behind her eyes. "Honey, child, I got just the thing for your heel horny dude. Come, they're right over here in the corner." The black woman went to a box on a lower back shelf and opened the flap top. She reached in and pulled out what appeared to be black shiny leather. As she stood and turned to face Olga, she opened the folded apparel and held up and extended them in her hands. They were long, thigh length boots with long, needle like heels. "Oh yes," Olga smiled, running her hand over the cool material that reflected the over head bulb light in shimmering waves. "Six inch heels, sweetie," Tanya said. "I hope you've got a great sense of balance." "Oh, believe me," Olga smiled continuing to rub the leather. "If this has the reactions I think it will, I won't be doing much walking in them. Ha." "Try them on for size." "Here?" Olga looked around at the cramp confines. "No, honey. There's a room over here." She led her to a door and Olga realized it was a small living arrangement with a single bed and a shower stall. "How cozy." "Management lets us use it whenever we need a place to crash for the night. Or other such dalliances." Tanya finished, sliding her hand down Olga's back and over her ripe buttocks as they entered. "Go on, try them on." Olga enjoyed the feel of Tanya's hand on her and gave her friend a quick smile. Somehow she sensed things were going to move beyond a little footwear modeling. She was starting to feel excited. Tanya turned and bolted the door shut. "Now we won't be disturbed." Olga took the boots and went over to the bed. She found it surprisingly comfortable as she sat down and kicked off her walking shoes. "This is nice." Tanya stood with her back to the door, hands folded over her own hefty bosom. "Yes, its almost brand new." Olga unzipped the right boot and slid her long, shapely leg into it. "It feels so soft." "Sheepskin lining. Go on, put the other on too." Olga quickly complied and as she leaned back slightly to pull the zipper up, her dress rose to reveal the pink panties covering her crotch. Tanya's eyes widened at the sight. Then Olga ran her hands over the taut, smooth leather encasing her legs up to her mid-thighs. Placing her hands on the bed to either side, she stood up slowly and carefully, her dress fell to cover the tops of the boots. She took a tentative short step forward with her right foot to feel the balance. The six inch heels were pushing her calves up high and tight as she moved. "Oh, Tanya, they feel so snug and tight on my legs." She took another step and became more at ease, moving in the kinky boots. She paraded up and back in the small room, finally going to the mirror by the door next to Tanya and studying her appearance. "What do you think?" she asked the black girl. "I think you look like one horny, delectectable bitch." Tanya stepped in close and reaching down with her hands pulled up Olga's skirt. She kept her face looking into the blonde's as her left hand found the panties and grabbed hold of Olga's pussy. "Oooh, yes." Olga cooed. She grabbed Tanya and pulled her into a steamy embrace, their breast mashing into each other. Olga sought Tanya's lips in a torrid kiss, driving her tongue wetly into the girl's mouth as Tanya's hands continued to rub her hot spot frantically. Gasping, Tanya pulled away from Olga's hungry kiss for a second to breathe, "Lets get naked and on that bed." Hurriedly both wanton women stripped out of their clothes, each eyeing the other's offerings. "No, leave the boots," Tanya suggested as Olga reached for the zipper. "Might as well get some experience with them on." "All right," the Ambrose maid agreed. She took hold of her pink undies and wiggled them down off her hips and over the black leather. Tanya, already nude, stepped in front of her, took hold of the flimsy panties and slid them off smoothly past the foot and needle heels. Then, still kneeling before Olga, she put down only one booted foot while holding the other by the ankle. "You'll want to make sure you use these to full advantage, sweetie." "How so?," Olga asked, leaning back against the thick pillows, her heaving breast pointing at Tanya. "Take charge of the situation the second he sees you in these bitching boots. Tell him to rub them. Like this." Tanya ran her free hand up and down the soft leather. "Then tell him to lick your heel. Trust me, it'll drive him wild." "If not him, me for sure," Olga gasped totally turned on by Tanya's fondling of her leg. "Show me?" "Like this." Tanya's tongue slipped out and lapped over the six?inch black plastic heel. Olga could feel her sex juices flowing and she rubbed her pussy agonizingly. "Oooh, Tanya, stop. You're driving me crazy. I need some serious loving." Tanya laughed, gently lowered her leg and then standing in front of the blonde beauty, she massaged her black breasts, rubbing the dark nibs to hardness. She leaned over, pushed Olga's busy hand away and replaced it with her own. Instantly her index finger slipped in deep and wet and Olga shivered joyfully. Then Tanya bend low and licked one of her nipples, making it as hard as her own. The wanton maid was squirming wildly and pulled the Tanya's head down to meet her in another hungry, demanding kiss. Her own hands reached up and clawed onto Tanya's massive black titties. "Come on," Tanya ordered, "Lay back and lets 69." Olga obeyed eagerly and Tanya turned, climbed over onto the bed and positioned her warm, inviting pink clit over Olga's face. The maid took hold of the soft brown buttocks over her and brought her head up quickly, her tongue driving over the pussy lips and lapping them up greedily. Tanya shook her head in uncontrolled pleasure, fingered the other girl's clit and then dove into it with her own devouring mouth. Olga bucked hard at the feel of Tanya's whipping tongue. Soon both girls were locked in their reverse, pussy licking, sucking embrace, the rest of the world totally forgotten. Their orgasms came together, driving them to suck deeper into each other, holding on while their bodies shook in trembling, unabashed ecstasy. As Olga sank back into the soft pillows she thought of Lord Ambrose and the royal fucking he was going to get at her hands. It was a wonderful fantasy indeed. ----------------------------------------------------- "Oh do hurry up," my mother prompted, almost shoving me down the stairs and into the dining room. "Your father's guests are just arriving." She knew damn well that I didn't want to join them or their stupid house guests for dinner. Our school had a big basketball game and I was stuck home. It wasn't fair. Jack Bonivelles is Dad's lawyer, sixty, fat and boring. As for his wife, Harriet, she is one hell of a weird broad. Not that she's hard on the eyes, mind you. Harriet is twenty years younger than her old man. She was some kind of nightclub topless dancer when she bagged him. Everyone knows it was for his money. Anyhow, Mom and Dad think she's kooky and fun and so had invited them down for the week-end. And of course I had to be present for dinner. You know, show a good family image and all that bullshit. Dad says it's good for his business reputation. Anyhow they were just coming into the dining room from the den when Mom and I entered from the hall door. Old Jack had on his usual dull gray suit and tie, while Harriet was attired in her own special fashion to show off her rather well preserved body. Not that I got anything against older broads and forty isn't exactly ancient. Its just that the outfit she had almost on would have done a hooker proud. White pumps with high heels, white stockings with some kind of rose pattern climbing the calves, and a bright red leather mini-skirt that looked painted on with dayglow. A broad black and a white blouse opened to almost her navel, barely hiding the French cut bra and the big whopping tits inside. Harriet wasn't bad in the face department either, looking a lot like a cheap Linda Evans, what with her ton of make up and her short blonde hair bleached to a white matching her stockings and shoes. Seeing me, she smiled like the cat greeting the canary and rushed over to squeeze me and put a wet one on my cheek. No one noticed her tongue sliding by my earlobe before I pushed her off, politely that is. Harriet just laughed and gave me a quick wink. Maid To Love Okay, so the truth. Harriet has been doing this kind of grabby feelie every since I've known her. It is a bit annoying, but I'd assumed it was a harmless kind of flirting on her part. Hell, she did it to every man she met and right in front of old Jack. So no one took her seriously. Least of all my folks. So I played along. What the hell. I said my hellos, all of us made small talk and then Gracie, the cook, popped her head in from the kitchen to say we should be seated. Dinner was ready to be served. Of course Mrs.Bonivelles sat opposite me and continued her harmless flirtations through the meal. I wasn't even surprised when I felt the tip of her shoe riding up my ankles. Damn, but the woman was too much. I looked up at her as she licked a piece of pork chop with her tongue and made an exaggerated face of relishing the meat as she chewed it. All suppose to be erotic or something. I really found it funny and had everything I could to keep from laughing at her. Finally, dinner was over and all of us went into the den for some coffee and brandy, of which I was excluded. Being sixteen has its drawback. Still it was the opportunity I needed to excuse myself from a really boring evening and return to my room where hopefully I could catch something decent on TV. Imagine my dismay when, after making my farewells, Mrs. Bonivelles stifles this big yawn and says she's also ready to retire. "Would you be a dear boy and show me to our rooms," she smiled innocently. Before I could come up with any kind of a reasonable protest, Dad chimed in. "Of course he will, won't you, Brian?" I resigned myself to the task. It wouldn't take that long. Harriet Bonivelles gave everyone a peck on the cheeks, including her old man and then came over to take my arm. I felt stupid. Mom came over and gave me a kiss. "Sweet dreams, Brian." Annoyed, I clamped my hand on Mrs.Bonivelles arm and marched out into the hall and up the south side stairs to the second floor and guest suite. Once there, I thought I could just good-night and make my escape. But Harriet Bonivelles had other ideas. She tugged me into the room upon flicking on the light switch. Then she purposely closed the door behind her and stretched, her arms reaching for the ceiling. That motion had a visually stunning effect on her busty chest in the loose white blouse. I tried to smile and not look directly into her firm, inviting chest. I wanted out of there fast. "God, I'm so stiff," Harriet moaned, moving past me, her arms now swinging around at her side. "Brian, would you be a real dear and give me a small back rub." "What? Now?" She had walked to the giant canopied victorian bed and put both her arms out to corner post. With her back to me, she glanced at me over her shoulder and grinned. "Of course. Please, just a small rub around the shoulder blades. To help me relax so that I can sleep." Having no reason to deny the request, I shrugged and walked up to her. Part of me was annoyed by all this and I put my hands on her shoulders, mentally deciding to get this over with quickly. I began kneading her shoulders under the white, soft silk and she arched her back to accommodate my efforts. "Oh, yes, that's terrific, Brian. Please, a little lower." Roughly my hands pushed downward along her spine and now she was starting to squirm like a she cat getting her haunches up. Ever pressing her body into my massaging hands. Having my hands on her body made me acutely aware of what a nice body it really was. Harriet certainly kept up with her exercises and her muscle tone was very healthy and smooth. Not like most woman her age. "Please don't stop. That feels so great. Keep it up." Seeing no reason not to, I kept at it. "Lower, Brian, just go down a little bit more." I obliged. Then my fingers were over the belt and at the top of her red leather mini skirt. There were her buttocks, leaning up and back toward me, round and tight. This woman was in really excellent shape. I stopped. "Brian, don't stop now, dear. Your doing miracles." I hesitated a moment longer. Then Harriet's right hand snaked back and pulled my left wrist lower. She clearly was not about to take no for an answer. So there I was rubbing my hands over the shiny red leather and her firm, round ass beneath. The flesh yielding under the cool cloth as she continued pushing herself more and more into my massaging hands. "Oh, yes, yes, that's so wonderful, Brian. Please, keep it up." Keep what up? Here I was rubbing this old broad's ass and she was started to go nuts on me. Suddenly my cock was making familiar twinges. I was starting to get turned on by this old bitch. My thoughts were mixed up and I realized I should quit while I was ahead. I knew where this was leading. I'm not stupid. She wanted me to do her and the idea was getting more play in my thoughts as I continued to fondle her ass. I mean, this was one fine piece of tail I was feeling up. Then Mrs. Bonivelles reached back with both hands and pulled up her skirt so that I was now caressing her ripe, gorgeous butt through her flimsy pink panties. I didn't stop for a second. The bitch was purposely trying to turn me on and my cock was getting rock hard in my pants. No way was I going to let her tease me like this without some return satisfaction. Boldly I grabbed her nice round cheeks and then slid by hands around her front, over her thighs and grabbed hold of her, pulling her back into my own crotch. My hands covering her pussy. Mrs. Bonivelles squealed as her butt made contact with my bulge and continued to apply pressure. She whipped her arms back and took hold of my head, pulling it down into her neck as she leaned back into me. Her strong, exotic perfume filled my nostrils and my lips slid pass her hair and I began kissing the side of her neck, much to her obvious enjoyment. She wiggled against me as I rubbed her pussy through the thin fabric and she moaned breathlessly. "Oh Brian, now you've got it. What a good boy, you are." Next she pulled away from me and turned around before I knew what was happening. "Oh yes," she grinned from ear to ear, hands now on her hips, studying me for a fraction of a second. I started to reach out for her, but she faked me out. She took hold of my wrist and spun me backwards onto the bed so that I was sitting on its edge. Then she dropped to her knees in front of me, pushed my legs apart and eagerly reached for my zipper. Zip, her long fingers tore into my pants and I felt them on my rigid cock. Like the flick of a Bic, I was suddenly exposed, my erection standing tall in her hands. "What a well?hung piece of meat," she said, her eyes glued to my now massive cock. "Damn it," I gasped as I bent forward and took hold of her head and brought it forward. "Go ahead, Mrs.B, suck my fat cock." Harriet went to it like a starving woman who hadn't eaten in days. Her moist, wet tongue shot out and over my prick as she bobbed her head up and down, licking it hard and fast like a tootsie pop. All the while she kept jerking it with her hands. It was fantastic. None of my girlfriends at school had ever wanted to do this for me. Sure they'd jerk me off now and then, but none of them wanted to use their mouths. Mrs.Bonivelles had no such qualms. She dropped her head and took me into her mouth, swallowing me so that the tip of my cock was tickling the back of her throat. I thought I might choke her, she was sucking me in so totally. Then I felt the first stirring that I was about to shoot my load and pulled at her hair. "Don't, you're going to make me come!" She looked up and smiled, still holding on to me. "So, isn't that the general idea?" "But I want to fuck you." "Ooh, yes, yes, yes." There was a hot flame in her eyes. "I want you to fuck me so hard, you gorgeous thing. Get up." I obeyed and helped her to her feet. Standing inches before me, she suddenly pulled me to her and we kissed. My mind was exploding. Here I was half naked kissing old Mrs.Bonivelles while she kept playing with my cock. Her tongue drove deep into my mouth and made me even wilder, if that was possible. She gasped for air. "Get behind me." As I stepped around her, Harriet again yanked up her bright red mini and then pulled down her bikini briefs to her ankles. Easily she stepped out of them and then she leaned down toward the bed post, taking hold of it with both hands, her rear stuck up in the air before me completely exposed. "Now, Brian, shove that giant cock into my pussy like a good little boy," she advised looking over her shoulder. I stepped in closer, again took hold of her butt, this time sliding one hand down her inner thighs to find her sopping wet pussy hole. "Oooh," she gasped at the feel of my fingers. With my other hand, I guided my ready pole forward, bent my knees slightly to position its tips against her waiting crevice and then I shoved forward ...HARD. I pushed my prick into her as far as my hips would propel me and it felt fantastically great! "Aagh" Harriet cried. "FUCK ME, BRIAN!! I NEED A REAL FUCKING SO BAD!" I pulled back and shoved in again. Again and again, ramming into her harder and harder. Holding tight to her ass cheeks, I plowed into her repeatedly until I knew my climax was erupting deep inside her. "I'm coming!" "ME TOO!" And her whole body shook violently as my next thrust penetrated even further into her wonderful pussy. I continued driving into her quivering pussy hole, wanting to bury my cock to the hilt. I'd never fucked anyone like this and she was loving every damn second of it, her head jerking up and down as she pushed herself onto my ramming manhood. Then I was gushing my load of cum deep into her and screaming at the same time. "OH YES!!!!" Harriet cried at the top of her lungs. I was grateful the mansion walls were well insulated. She shook her head about like a wild woman and her body convulsed as the last vestiges of her powerful orgasm swept over her. I stepped back uncoupling us, my cock still rigid and wet with my cum. "Oh wow, Mrs.B, that was fantastic!" I gasped. "What makes you think its over," she smiled, turning on me. Before I could fathom that remark, she was in my arms again, once more gluing her mouth to mine. As we kissed, her entire body kept pushing and rubbing into mine. Then her hands were ripping off my clothes, shirt, jacket, everything. Taking her cue, as she stepped back to jerk down my trousers, I pulled her blouse off her head and shoulders and began unfastening her brassiere, marveling at her two beautiful globes. My hands grabbed them, as best they could, considering their plentiful size. "Oh yes, rub my titties, you sweet thing. Mrs.B loves to have her tits caressed." Then we were buck naked and she was falling back onto the bed, pulling me atop her. There she spread her legs, reached down and expertly played with my oh so sensitive cock. "Ooh, its still so strong and hard, Brian," she giggled. I sat up on my heels, looking down at my twitching penis. I couldn't believe it myself. Damn woman had me all fired up again in a matter of seconds. "Now you're really going to fuck me good, aren't you?" She brought her legs up around my hips, guiding me toward her love hole, all the while letting me play with her tits. As I began to inch into her pussy, I bent down and began licking her right nipple. It tasted so sweet, I carefully nipped at it with my teeth, amused to feel it harden under my attention. "EEee, bite it! BITE MY TITTIES YOU FUCKING LITTLE STUD! MAMA LOVES IT!" I rammed myself into her cunt and it was unbelievable. Having just ejaculated, my cock was pure rock with no signs of softening soon. Somehow I sensed I could remain this hard for an awfully long time. Long enough to ream this wench like she had never been reamed before. Again and again, I fucked her. Giving it all I had, wanting to shove my cock up her throat from the inside. She went crazy with lust, her eyes shining, her mouth open in a primal scream - "YESSSSSS" as her entire body shook. Her nails clawed into my back and dug deep bloody trenches as she went over the edge under another, this time totally enrapturing, orgasm. Her entire body heaved up under me and she pulled my head down to stifle as yet another yell. This time sucking my tongue deep into her mouth with savage urgency. Then as our tongues did a wrestling tango in our mouths, I felt the unbelievable twitches of another load steaming up inside my cock. I was going to come again. Amazed, I rammed into her even harder still, wanting desperately to shoot my load a second time. Her pussy walls were so wet and arousing on my penis as it drove in and out of her. Instinctively she sensed my renewed vigor and pushed my head up. "Your going to come?" she gasped happily. "Yes," I barely managed to blurt. "Do it on my tits. On my tits." The damn inside me was about to burst and I rocked back on my heels again, pulling free of her sucking cunt, my rigid hard-on gleaming with her juices. I pulled upward over her in a push up position and she reached down greedily for me. The moment her fingers touched my hot rocket, it exploded and a huge gop of jism flew onto her face just below her lower lip. She squeezed me and pointed the head over her rising breasts. Gob after gob rained down on them, covering them in a white pasty sheen. Mrs.B licked her lower chin, sweeping up the goo into her mouth and then purring like a contented cat. Her free hand rubbing my cum into her tits as if it were a skin liniment. "OO, taste so good, your wonderful sweet cum. Soo good." I was drained. Exhausted to the end. My cock going limp in her grasp, I collapsed beside her. Finished. Or so I thought. I managed to gather my clothes and crawl out of there before anyone knew what was going on. In my own room, I fell on my bed and into a deep, peaceful sleep. I was awaken hours later. It was the middle of the night, pitch dark, when I felt a hand touch my leg and slide up to my cock. Mrs.Bonivelles slid under the sheet to cuddle beside me and whisper, "They're all asleep, lover boy. Time for round number two." -------------------------------------------------------- Since that night, the Bonivelles have been regular guests and Brian is always on hand to make sure Mrs.B is properly taken care of. THE END Lady Alice awoke to find her husband, Henry gone from their bed. The clock on the nightstand indicated it was only a few minutes past midnight. Perhaps he had gone down to the kitchen for a late night snack. Something he did quite often. Feeling in the mood herself, Alice swung out of bed and grabbed her robe. She would surprise him by joining him. Quickly, and quietly not to awaken their house guests, the Bonevilles, Alice walked across the hall and down the back stairs to the kitchen. She was passing the short hall connecting to the maid's quarters when she heard a footstep. Turning, she was barely in time to see her Henry walking into the maid's apartment. Alice stood stock still for a brief moment. Now what was that all about? Anxious to learn the answer, she hastened on tip toe to the door and was happy to find Henry had not closed it tightly. Holding her breath, she put her hand out and gently pushed the door opened just wide enough to afford her a view of the apartment's interior yet allow her presence to remain undetected. Henry, his back to her, was walking across the main room that was lit by several table lamps. He was in his slippers, pajama bottoms and housecoat and he seemed to be looking around for someone. Olga, of course, reasoned Alice spying from the doorjamb. But why? Was Henry actually dallying with the maid? The thought seemed ridiculous. "Olga?" Henry spoke quietly looking about. "Are you here?" "But of course, Lord Ambrose," came a melodic response from the bathroom door to the right of the big queen sized bed. Alice tried to look harder as Henry turned to that particular direction just as the door began to open. Olga stepped out and Henry took a half step back. Enough for his wife to see what he beheld. Alice gulped. Olga was dressed in a fantastic black leather and lace outfit that seemed to have been painted on her ripe, lush body. Her unbound golden hair lay free on her shoulders, but over her eyes she wore a black domino mask with a lace frill around the edges. It gave her an air of mystery and danger. Her torso was draped in a bustier that barely managed to contain her magnificent breasts. Thin matching panties were visible under garter straps that were affixed to silk stocking tops. Her shapely legs were encased to mid-thigh in the longest, shiniest black boots she had ever seen. Boots with five inch spike heels that produced tiny clicks as she moved toward a very awed Lord Henry. Finishing the erotic ensemble were long, see through lace opera gloves that went to her elbows. Alice blinked several times, her mind trying to rationalize the erotic vision that was approaching her frozen husband. And frozen in his track he most certainly was. Henry's mouth was agape at the sight of the saucy Olga in her kinky outfit. "My, my, Lord Ambrose. What brings you here at this late hour?" She cooed provocatively as she stepped directly before him. One of her hands taking hold of his housecoat collar and slowly pulling it off his naked torso. It fell in a pile at his feet. "I ..Ah..Er" the man's tongue seemed lost in cotton. "You came to finish what we started this afternoon in the den," Olga smiled as she ran her gloved hands over his now naked chest. "Yes," Henry nodded, looking down at her caressing hands as they wormed they way lower and lower on his torso. "I wanted so much to see you again, Olga." "I can tell," the wanton maid said as her hands reached his pajama front. Because of his back toward the door, Alice could not see fully see what was the focus of Olga's interest. Then Henry turned slightly so that he and the maid were now reflected in a full length wall mirror. Alice blinked at the image reflected therein. Olga had opened the front of the cotton pajamas and released her husband's cock, now reaching out in the biggest erection he had ever managed. Alice watched in silent disbelief as the other woman's lace covered hands played softly over the huge rod that sprang from Henry Ambrose' loins. It was so fat and thick, out to its fullest extension. Alice was hypnotized by the scene before her. She entertained no thoughts of stopping it. She had to know what would happen next. "My, but you are so big and hard, Lord Ambrose." "Thank you, Olga." Henry started to bring his arms up and the seductress suddenly raise a hand to wave him off. "No, my Lord. If you want me so badly..." "Oh, but I do, Olga. I do." "Then you will do what I command. In this place, I am the mistress. Is that understood?" Henry Ambrose nodded repeatedly, hands back at his side like some nervous school boy. "Yes, yes. Anything, Olga. Tell me what you desire?" Olga put her hands forcefully on her hips and looked down at her outfit. "Do you like my new boots, Lord Ambrose?" "Oh yes, of course. They're lovely." "Then kiss them." Henry fell to his knees immediately and bending forward, brought his lips to the top of Olga's right boot. "You may message my legs while kissing them," she continued to direct. In response, the man who was now her slave, began to rub her calf with his hands, all the while tracing a path up her boot with his lips. Alice gulped quietly in the corridor, still amazed by the scene being enacted before her. Henry was going wild kissing those kinky boots. She had known that he had a foot fetish but never to this extent. Quickly Henry's hands and kisses made their way to the top of the black leather. As they came in contact with the nylon wrapped leg, Olga smiled wantonly.