0 comments/ 35936 views/ 3 favorites Shoe Store By: Trubbycat If you've ever been to Eighth Street in Manhattan you must have noticed the shoe stores. Hundreds of people, tourists, NYU students, serious shoppers, surge into and out of them every day looking for bargains. Every language you can imagine is heard there: Japanese, Hebrew, Arabic, Spanish, you get the idea. My girlfriend Nancy dragged me there late one Sunday afternoon after an intense day of shopping in the Village. I silently gritted my teeth. Nancy must have owned at least 200 pairs of shoes, and I must admit that to my mind one pair of black sandals with a chunk heel is pretty much the same as any other. This attitude is met with derisive scorn, as if I were an imbecile for failing to note the microscopic differences between a fifty- dollar shoe and a five-hundred-dollar shoe. Hey, I'm a guy. Give me an every day pair of sneakers and one good pair of shoes and I'm set for life. As I wistfully thought about taking the PATH back to Hoboken Nancy sized up about a hundred shops with identical windows. Finally she picked a store and we went in. To my tired eyes it looked like any other shoe store I'd been dragged to. There was the usual selection of sandals, sneakers, and sensible every day shoes, and nothing leapt out at me. We were the only customers in the place. The salesclerk slumped by the cash register reading a magazine. She wore a bored expression like a weapon. She was some kind of surly Eurotrash, decked out in a skin tight belly shirt and micro mini. Her stylishly short bottle-blonde hair was slightly unkempt by the end of the day. Her navel was adorned by a gleaming little ring. On her well-tanned bare legs were a chunky pair of shiny black platforms. Her name, she said with a yawn, was Sabine. If we needed any help we were to let her know soon, as she was closing up at six and wasn't staying a moment later. Nancy poked around the store for awhile, and I cooled my heels looking out the window, watching the traffic go by and wishing for a cold beer. She turned into a little alcove at the back of the store and I heard her gasp. Curious, I ventured back there. "Look at these," she said with a slight flush in her face. The alcove featured several dozen pairs of outlandish shoes, with outrageous colors, textures and absurd heel heights. Many of these were well within the range of fetish footwear. Now these were the kinds of shoes I'd pay attention to! Nancy was transfixed by one pair in particular. She referred to a pair of shiny black thigh high platform boots. Even in this outlandish assortment they leapt out from among the other shoes. The soles of the boots were two inches thick and the wicked looking stilettoes towered a good six inches high. They were quite simply the hottest boots I've ever seen. I thought of those cartoons with the sexy devil girls in boots and felt my underwear get a bit tighter. Nancy removed them from the shelf and eyed them from every direction. She smiled in delight when she made out her reflection in the material. Running her hand over the shiny surface she made a small yummy noise. "Here, feel this," she said. She ran the gleaming shaft of the boot across my cheek. The sensation was smooth and cool, not like leather at all. She put the boot on the floor and held it up to her leg. "My God, I've never seen boots like these! Talk about fuck me shoes. I want them." I had the feeling that I was going to be out a couple hundred bucks very soon, but the idea of seeing my girlfriend in those boots offset the financial hit I was in for. When Sabine saw Nancy playing with the boot she perked up. Stubbing out her cigarette and marking her place in the magazine she got up and expressed interest in us for the first time. "I didn't figure you for this type of shoe," she said. "In fact, you looked so boring, so suburban, that I was just waiting for you to leave so I could go home early." I bristled at the insult. I mean, I'm a Jersey guy, sure, but there's no need to be rude. She and Nancy started chatting, though, and I knew I was in for the long haul. After an eternity in the stock room Sabine found the proper size and brought them out to Nancy. As my girlfriend slipped out of her Reeboks Sabine stopped her. "These boots are designed to hug the leg exactly," she lectured. "You'd never get them up over your jeans. If you want to try these on the jeans will have to come off." Nancy looked at Sabine and then at me. Her face flushed deep red. "It's up to you," Sabina continued and turned back to the stockroom. Nancy looked at me again and I shrugged. It was her call. "Can I get some privacy, at least? Isn't there a dressing room, or a ladies room or something?" She reluctantly looked at the devil boots laying in the box at her feet. "I'm not dropping my pants in the middle of the store!" Lighting another cigarette Sabine gestured around. "The store is empty. It's the end of the day. Who will see? Here, this is what I will do. Maybe you will be more comfortable." She walked up front and flipped the open/closed sign. The shades were pulled down and the exterior neon sign turned off. "There now, we're closed." Sabine returned to us and smiled. "I promise you, no one will know or see. Or care, for that matter." Nancy took a breath and steeled herself. I knew that look. When she really wanted something, when she made her mind up, there was no turning back. She unbuttoned her jeans and slowly pulled the zipper down, staring me in the eye. Sabine watched her coolly, smoking. There was a charge in the air. I felt the first stages of one of the biggest hard-ons of my life. Nancy wriggled her jeans down and kicked them off. She stood there with her hands on her hips, wearing a flushed expression, her Shonen Knife T shirt and her white cotton Calvin Klein underpants. She looked great. Sabine took her over to a comfortable chair and sat her down. Nancy slipped her right foot inside its matching boot. Sabine gently took it and extended her leg until my girlfriend's ankle rested on her knee. Sabine wrapped the shaft up and around Nancy's leg. Holding the boot together with one hand she reached down and slowly worked the zipper up, straightening the boot as she went along. When she was finished the boot ended less than six inches from Nancy's crotch. The process was repeated until my girlfriend sat there with two new gleaming black legs. Standing up carefully Nancy hobbled around the store on the unfamiliar heels with Sabine beside her, hand on her arm. As Nancy sauntered around the store, figuring out her new stride, she walked straighter, more confidently. There was a look on her face I hadn't seen before. I liked it. Nancy was soon striding across the hard floor, heels clacking loudly in the small space, as if she'd worn the heels for years. Sabine sat there admiring her. My girlfriend strode over to me and stared, hand on hips. The contrast between her pale skin and soft white cotton and the shiny black patent leather took my breath away. I reached out and ran my hand along her booted leg. As I admired the slick smoothness I was startled to feel Sabine's hand there too. "Those are lovely boots," she said in her soft European accent. "Most of the customers, the tourists, see them on display and snicker, as if they are a novelty item. No one really appreciates the beauty of a fine boot." She stubbed out her cigarette and got up. "In fact, you have inspired me. I'll be right back." When she left the room Nancy and I ate each other's faces in the deepest, wettest kiss we'd ever shared. I ran my hands over her tits and ass and between her legs. I wasn't entirely surprised to feel wetness. Her hand was simultaneously rubbing my hard-on until I thought I'd burst my zipper. The ride home was going to be very long indeed, I thought. When she returned from the stock room, Sabine had replaced her platforms with a pair of white leather thigh high boots. No stranger to this footwear, she sauntered around the shop in her four-inch stilettos as if she were in everyday flats. Her skirt had been discarded, and the thong she wore barely covered her obviously shaved pussy. "I've wanted to try these on for some time," she said. "I just haven't had the opportunity." Sabine dragged over two chairs. She arranged them side-by-side and sat down in one. Patting the empty seat she smiled at Nancy and invited her over. Nancy returned the smile and sat down. Sabine beckoned me over. Grabbing Nancy's hand as if they were grade-school best friends, she made a proposition. "Let's have a contest," she said. "Let's see whose boots you admire more." Sabine smiled and stuck her foot out. Her white leather boots had a pungent animal scent and a sharp taste assaulted my tongue when it made contact. When Sabine shifted about in her seat there was an almost inaudible creak as the virgin leather bent and folded. It was soft and supple like that on a fine lady's glove. I kissed and rubbed my face over her finely arched foot and up her leg. Smiling devilishly she reached her elegant foot out and pressed the sole hard into my throbbing hard-on. A few pulses of her foot and I was groaning. Nancy's boots were form-fitting and shone like black glass. They didn't really have a taste, but there was a slight indescribable aroma as I got close. My tongue slid madly over the slick surface. I covered the length of her boot with caresses, kisses and licks, and repeated the process on her other leg. As I caressed her legs her warmth radiated through the patent. In the corner of my eye I saw Sabine playing with herself, frigging quickly as she watched me worship my girlfriend. I felt Nancy grab my hair and mash my face into her boots, and the world began to spin. "You look uncomfortable," Sabine whispered salaciously to me. "Your jeans are all bunched, that must hurt so bad," she continued. I took the hint. I exchanged looks with Nancy and she nodded silently, her face red with uncertainty and desire. I disengaged myself from her and stood up, which was more difficult than I expected. My jeans and underwear came down in one swoop, the waistband on my jockeys tearing at the motion. I tore off my shirt, nearly shredding it too, and I stood naked in a shoe store in front of two gorgeous booted women. I forgot all about Hoboken. Sabine and Nancy began rubbing their legs together, playing booted footsie for me. The soft squeak of leather and patent rubbing together in the deathly silent store filled my ears like a church bell. The two women smiled and continued holding hands, the look on their faces inviting me to join them. I fell to my knees and dove in face first. I knelt directly between them and each girl placed a boot on my shoulders. I swung my head madly from side to side, kissing leather here, licking patent there, rubbing my cheeks against each boot, marveling in the differences mere inches away from either side of my face. My penis, with no hand stimulation at all, was slapping my belly like a piece of steel. When I opened my eyes from my reverie I saw both Nancy and Sabine rubbing themselves furiously, Nancy with her eyes closed and Sabine staring directly at me as I worshipped her. Even though virgin leather was only inches from my nose I began to smell aroused female. "I believe you have made your choice," Sabine husked. She released Nancy's hand and leaned in close to her. I thought she was going to french Nancy but instead Sabine gave her a quick buss on the cheek. "Stand up, love. Your man has a gift for you." Nancy rose from her chair and stood before me. Her underpants vanished in the blink of an eye. From my vantage point she seemed ten feet tall. I smiled at her and rubbed my cheek against her booted thigh, her pubic hair slightly scratching my forehead. Her familiar aroma, inches away, filled my senses. Nancy smiled and ruffled my hair gently, her eyes calm yet burning. Sabine got up as well and stood beside Nancy. She gently took my girlfriend's arm and turned her around. I was now facing Nancy's ample, delicious ass, the ass she was embarrassed by but that I loved. I couldn't resist planting a little kiss on her asscheek and she giggled like a schoolgirl. Sabine gently nudged me forward until I was hugging Nancy's legs. I guessed what she wanted and slid my penis between her boots. The warmth of her legs radiated through the patent, warming my surrounded penis and my groping hands. Nancy slowly rocked back and forth, the smooth warm plastic slipping past my dick, lubricated nicely with pre-cum. The sensations were overwhelming and I was soon humping her legs. Nancy frigged herself with one hand and slid her other hand madly over her breasts and down to her boots, caressing the patent covering her splendid thighs. Her ass bobbed in and out of my face and I nuzzled greedily with every chance I got. Sabine stood beside us, urging us on. She would nudge my face with her leather and I soon switched over from Nancy's ass to her delicious tangy leather. She grabbed my hair, harder than Nancy had, and mashed my nose into her white booted thigh. Her thong was practically shredded by her pumping fingers, and I had a front-row seat of her shaved pussy consuming two, then three fingers as she diddled. The sensations soon overwhelmed me and all control was lost. My poor penis squirted, hitting Nancy's boots with a splat. It was a mind-blowing sight, gooey white running down the insides of two shiny black booted legs. I fell back, panting and sweating, penis dripping on the carpet. Nancy came hard, hips bucking and hair flying. Sabine also got off, nostrils flaring, making little snorts as she did so. The room smelled of sweat, leather and cum, a perfume combination that I had never experienced before but now loved. I still knelt between the women, head spinning. Sabine bent down and ran her fingers through my still-warm goo on Nancy's boots, running it around the black patent. She then stood again and put her arm around my girlfriend's shoulder. With a smile she offered her cum-dripped finger to Nancy. Nancy stared for a moment and then tentatively stuck out her tongue. Sabine swirled her finger around and then slid the digit into Nancy's mouth. My girlfriend eagerly sucked Sabine's finger clean as I stared dumfounded. Sabine swiped more cum off Nancy's legs and licked her fingers, eyes shut in ecstacy. "It's only right to clean up afterwards," she murmured. Nancy giggled. "We cannot neglect you either, my love," Sabine grinned, and then pushed my face into my own cum on Nancy's legs. I resisted at first, disgusted, but then sampled my own essence for the first time. Before I knew it, I had eagerly swabbed Nancy's boots to a sparkling shine once again. Nancy and I dressed quietly afterwards, not quite embarrassed but puzzled at what had just transpired. Sabine lit another cigarette and smiled as she rang up both her boots and Nancy's. I didn't even blink as I signed the five hundred dollar receipt. "You realize that I will keep the white boots myself," she said, "in case you wish to return." Shoe Store The Mall was always dead late on Saturday nights. The last few customers normally rolled into the shoe store about eight o'clock. After that came the longest hour of the day. The last hour before the store closed, when the clock seemed to tick at half speed and time almost stood still. At about a quarter till nine, a woman strolled into the store. She was a tall brunette dressed in a short black mini-dress and matching high heels. Her dress was just long enough to avoid scandal, while managing to turn heads as she wisped about. Brandon, the salesman, was struck when he first saw her. She had a fresh face, long silky hair, and glossy red lips. Her eyes were large and green and were outlined in thick liner. She had a thin but athletic build. Her breasts were not large but ample, and her legs were long and slender. Her body was well toned probably from regular exercise. It was apparent that this girl took good care of herself, in every way. Her bare arms and thighs were tight and lean; the soft muscles of her legs shined with a bronze tan and disappeared into her short dress. Her hips swayed and her heels clicked as she strolled into the store. She approached the counter and asked. "Are you still open?" "Yes, until nine," Brandon replied. "I'll be quick." She said with a smirk. Brandon just nodded his head with approval. The woman oozed class. Her expensive clothes and bag, and the large ring she wore, suggested she was well kept. A rich bitch to the bone. She was hot and she knew it. Brandon watched her closely as she casually browsed the store. When she nestled for a few minutes in the rear corner of the store Brandon approached. "Is there anything I can help you with, M'am?" Brandon asked Startled, the woman turned, "Yes, if you do not mind, I was wondering if I could try this one in a size 7." Brandon took the shoe from her hand and told her he would be right back. Walking to the back room he looked down at the shoe she had picked. A sexy, red, mini-platform heel, with three thin straps that crossed each other above the toes and one that wrapped around the ankle. He almost got hard just looking at the heel imagining her foot inside the petite shoe. When he returned from the back she was seated in the fitting chair with her silky legs turned properly to the left. Their eyes briefly met as he approached. Scared to stare too much at her, Brandon quickly glanced away. He sat on the fitting stool positioned at her feet. She turned her legs slightly toward him and lifted her right leg slightly. He held the back of her calf in one hand and gently slid her black high heel off with the other hand. As her feminine foot slipped out of the heel Brandon accidentally brushed along the arch of her naked foot. The woman let out a small giggle as Brandon's finger grazed her foot. "I'm sorry." She said. I'm really ticklish on my feet." She further explained. "That's OK, I get that a lot." Brandon assured the woman. Brandon fumbled for the red heel she chose, and as he moved it toward her, she pointed her foot down for him. Her foot was soft and neatly pedicured, her toenails perfectly painted bright red. Each nub was short and delicate. Her pretty toes formed a perfect staircase, each one slightly shorter than the other, as they descended in order. Her foot was moist to the touch. Her body smelled sweet from lotion and perfume. He breathed in deep to smell the woman. He gently held her foot in one hand and the red heel in the other. His cock was half full from the feel of her soft foot and her alluring scent. He kept his head down to concentrate, and stared with amazement at the perfect form of her lower extremities. He slid her foot inside the red shoe and gently buckled the thin strap around the ankle. He marveled at the perfect fit and beautiful arch her foot made as it formed to the red heel. She could be a foot model he thought to himself. "What do you think?" She playfully asked as she slightly lifted her leg up to display her foot for him. "I think it looks sexy." He quickly replied without thinking. Shocked at his own words, he stumbled for something else to say before she interjected. "Well, then. Aren't you direct?" "I'm sorry. Please forgive me." He said. Changing the subject without a thought, she quickly announced. "You're right; I think I'll take them." Brandon hands shook as he struggled to unhook the strap from around her ankle. His face was bright red and he was clearly flustered. His cock was swelling like a balloon and was tightly bulging from the crotch of his pants. As the strip came loose, Brandon gently slid the heel off and compulsively started caressing the woman's beautiful foot. He supported her outstretched heel with one hand and rubbed her across the top of her bare foot with the other. As his hand reached the end of her foot she wiggled her pretty toes at him as if to break his attention and bring him back to reality. He looked up to her face and she gazed down at him like a queen to a servant. "What are you doing with my foot?" She demanded. "I'm sorry!" He pleaded. "I didn't mean to..." He jerked his hand away, and dropped his head in embarrassment. "I did not ask you to stop did I?" She asked, with authority. He quickly resumed his caress of her soft foot. He gently rubbed up and down the top and the sole paying close attention to the well defined feminine arch and pretty painted toenails. "You are a bad boy, aren't you? She asked. He gazed up at her serious face, wordless, stunned like a child with a hand in the cookie jar. She looked down upon him with disgust. He pulled her naked foot toward the hardness of his crotch and it twitched as he rubbed her big toe along the length of his bulge. His hands rubbed all over her silky legs like a blind man feeling his way. She rolled her eyes with ambivalence. "You are a nasty, nasty boy!" She snapped as she pushed his wondering hand to the side. Brandon lustfully licked at her calf as he unzipped his pants to release his rod. He rubbed the tip of his cock on her arched foot. "Do not cum on my foot!" She proclaimed. "You may cum on the floor, but do not cum on me, you dirty little boy!" Brandon quivered under her orders .He continued to rub up and down the length of her smooth legs with one hand, and stroked his hardness with the other. He increased his pace and could feel he was about to shoot his load. Looking down at her foot and her pretty little toenails his cock throbbed with pleasure. An enormous stream of cum slung across the air and splattered across the woman's lengthy legs. Another spurt left a long pearly streak across the woman's naked foot. With each cock spasm he let out another burst of jizz across the top of her foot and all over her toes. Her foot was covered in thick, warm, spunk and the wad slowly dripped in-between her toes. Her foot was thoroghly wet with cum. The woman quickly stood up in front of Brandon and he stared down, fixated on the pool of cum he left on the woman's legs and feet. "You fucking dirty bastard!" She barked. "You came all over my foot you sick little boy! I told you not to cum on me!" Brandon's body still swirled euphorically. He continued to stare down at the white splatters he had made. "Look at the dirty, sticky mess you made, you dirty little boy. Clean up that mess you made on my foot you perverted little creep." She commanded him. "Lick it up you dirty boy, lick my foot clean, clean up that mess. Lick up every last drop you sick little boy" Brandon was ashamed as he looked up at her face, still beautiful with seriousness. He lowered his head to the woman's pretty foot, still warm with spunk, and did as he was told. As he did his chore, the woman just smiled and reveled at the spectacle she had created. Shoe Store Game My wife Christie and I enjoy role-playing games. My favorite is probably the shoe store game. I'll do my best to recount our first time playing this when she didn't know what to expect. I hope that one day we will adapt this for play in a department store shoe department – one that isn't right in town would be best. This is a great lovers' game which I encourage readers to try. If you are inspired to reenact this game, I would love to hear about it. To set the mood for the game, I arranged to have the kids stay with their grandparents over night. I play smooth jazz on the stereo, which my wife loves. I prepared a glass of wine for Christie and ask her to wait patiently as I prepare a little surprise for her. While she relaxes in ignorant anticipation, I go upstairs with a cold beer to prepare the scene. Upstairs adjoining our master bedroom is a small sitting area in which there are two chairs, one is a leather recliner and the other is a stuffed arm chair with matching ottoman. Between the two chairs is a table and lamp. I bring our full-length mirror out from the corner and place it in front of the recliner where Christie will be trying on shoes. Next I get out 10 or 12 pairs of Christie's nicest shoes – the shoes range in style and include sandals, pumps, high heels and boots. Some slip on easily and others, those preferred, contain laces or straps that require more attention to put on. I also get out two of her prettiest dresses and a nice short skirt; I hook the hangers over the upper door ledge. I dress in dress pants, a starched shirt, and dress shoes and neatly comb my hair and apply a subtle but noticeable amount of aftershave. Once the basics room arrangements are made, I dim the lights, and lower the blinds. I close the bedroom door to conceal the arrangement from Christie. I collect a prepared list of instructions for Christie which I take downstairs. When I arrive downstairs I find that Christie has started a second glass of wine and is dying of curiosity to know what I've been doing. I walk downstairs, note in hand. "Hi Sweetie", I coo as I enter the Living Room to look at my lovely wife. Her cheeks are flushed from the wine and she is eager and yet worried as to my plans for her. Her blue eyes seem a bit more sparkling than usual. "Ok, so what is it you want me to do? This isn't going to be weird is it?" she anxiously quips. "No, it won't be weird, perhaps naughty but I think you will enjoy it – I promise no pain - the only pain you may experience will be from cumming too hard," I say as I gently take a seat beside her on the sofa. "When you have finished reading these instructions, please bring your wine up to the bedroom." At this, I hand her the folded paper and turn away towards the staircase. She reads, "You are a slutty exhibitionist. You are looking to publicly expose herself to a complete stranger. A stranger, a handsome young salesman, will be waiting for you at the department store upstairs. If he suggests that you try on one of the dresses in the shop, you should put one on and perhaps even carelessly walk out of the changing area into his view as you put it on. You should make this appear to be completely accidental of course. When you redress, after stripping completely nude you must NOT put your panties, stockings or bra back on. During the shoe fitting process to follow, you may allow the sales manager to peek at you, but should behave as if you don't realize that this is happening. Allow the situation to evolve naturally, but remember that you are a customer and the poor lad will try powerfully to maintain his professionalism though he will do whatever is necessary to make the customer happy." After reading her instructions, Christie starts up the stairs. As she reaches the bedroom, she pauses and knocks gently. "Hello, so is this the department store?" she coyly teases. "Why yes, madam, I am so glad you came. We run a very exclusive business here and lucky for you, you are my only customer at present. We have a variety of dresses and shoes. Might I interest you in one of our dresses?" Christie innocently responds, "Well what do you have?" I show her what I got out earlier. She says, "I think I might like this skirt. May I try it on?" "By all means, please use the changing area back here." Christie grabs the skirt and walks into her walk-in closet to whence I have directed her. She turns to me and says, "I hope you will give me your opinion of the skirt. Do you mind staying in the area so that you can tell me how it looks?" "Absolutely, I want you to ensure your satisfaction." She doesn't completely close the door, I turn away to indicate my reluctance as a professional to any appearance of impropriety. Christie calls out, "Excuse me, what is your name?" "James" – For tonight I'm not her husband but James, a polite young salesman. Christie calls back placing emphasis on my new name, "James, I seem to be having trouble with the zipper on this skirt. Can you help me?" "By all means, ma'am", I reply. At this point I see that she has removed the pants that she wore into the store and is holding the skirt in front of her, feigning an inability to open the zipper on the skirt. As she holds it in front of herself, I can see the sides of her panties but she has been careful to be somewhat discrete in how she holds the uncooperative garment in front of her. "Please don't call me ma'am, I am not an old woman!" she complains. I stumble to blurt out, "Sorry, ma'am, er, I mean, sorry. Where I grew up, ma'am is a respectful way to address a lady; I did not intend to offend you. What shall I call you instead?" While I await her reply I easily open the zipper on the skirt. "Sweetie, you may call me Christie," she replies as she takes the skirt from my hand. "Ok, Christie, I will be right outside the door, should you need me." "Oh good, please don't go, I enjoy having someone to talk to while I try on clothing. Oh, and please don't turn away as I want to be able to hear you, James." At this she bends forward, as she smoothly strips off her panties, only partially obscured at this point by the door. Keeping her eyes cast down to afford me opportunity to peek, she slowly stands up straight. As she stands she exposes her bare legs and her scant bush, should one be looking. I was looking; her closed slit is visible, as she doesn't allow any hair to grow below the top of her crack. She has told me that this is so that she can feel my lips without any interference when I am fucking her with my lips and tongue. Christie has silky smooth skin - a product of her religious attention to moisturizing. She is a petite 4'11 but with marvelously curvaceous hips which are wonderful to clutch when sliding my manhood in and out of her. She slowly stands and pulls the skirt up over her thighs and hips; all the while not raising her eyes so that my leering can continue unimpeded. At this she raises her eyes and stands halfway through the partly open door; tacitly implying that I could not have seen her prior to this moment. "Does this make me look fat?" she asks. "Oh no, I think that skirt does wonders to accentuate a very curvaceous figure," I honestly respond. "That skirt will be a real knockout with some new shoes to go with it." She emerges from the closet and says, "So you think I'm curvaceous James? You sweet thing. What shoes do you have for me to try?" "Well let me show you," I reply as I walk her past the lines of shoes that I have assembled. She stops and selects a pair of slip-on sandals. "Where can I try them?" she asks. I direct her to the recliner which is facing the mirror and indicate, "please sit here to try them on, you can be in comfort and see how they look right away with the mirror so conveniently nearby." "Oh thank you. Would you mind helping me?" she coyly inquires. "Certainly," I say as I get on my knees before her. She raises her foot for me in an exaggerated movement that causes her thighs to part ever so slightly. I slide the strapless sandal onto her foot gently. She intentionally lets the skirt ride up and her leg rise as I slide her shoe on. I get the other sandal and slide it on in similar fashion. Her pussy lips are closed but her slit and bush is exposed. I step back to allow her to see how the shoes look in the mirror. I addition to seeing how cute her skirt and sandals look, she can see a reflection of her labia peeking out from her hiked up skirt. Neither she nor I acknowledge this though she knows she is showing and knows I am looking. Christie then stands and saunters around the mirror looking at her legs and feet in the mirror. I likewise admire the twin images of this very fuckable woman and her reflection as she prances about. She even hikes up her skirt to feign an attempt to better see her shoes, as though pulling it up will improve her view. Her pulling up the hem definitely improves my view as I sit on the ottoman in close vertical proximity to her most wanted wares. I am in the conflicted agony of wanting to make physical contact but knowing that I should try to remain professional and unaffected by the scene before me. We repeat this process for several more pairs of shoes After we get to about four or five pairs the sequence continues with some improvements. Christie selects heels with little straps that come up her ankle and that will require more assistance from me to properly get onto her feet. When Christie returns to her seat, I again kneel before her to assist her with the shoes. First I slowly slide off each sandal as she accommodates this process with exaggeratedly salacious movements of her legs. I notice that her slit is no longer closed as she does this but the swelling of her labia minora has disturbed the normal condition of her vulva. My heart races and I feel a tingling in my cock and my nut sack tightens as I gaze upon the wonderful sight of her swelling folds. Amidst this electric moment, I attempt to maintain my role as the unobtrusive and shy James. I gently and with deliberate slowness caress her foot as I slide her foot into the heels. I use two hands to pull the loose end of the strap through the fastener and I finish by holding her ankle and rubbing it. I take a deep breath to try to keep my voice sounding nonchalant as I ask, "How does that feel? These heels certainly bring out the best of you." With her leg elevated above her waist and her skirt hiked up above her pubic area, I savor every eye-popping moment with as much slowness and deliberateness as is possible without having to acknowledge that I can see her obviously slick and parted pussy lips. I repeat this with the other shoe; my balls are tightening up and my tongue is feeling dry as I imagine just stopping the game now and diving in face first into her fur pie. I catch her glancing in the mirror and know that she admires how slick and puffy her lips are getting; her clitoris is beginning to become engorged as she acts casual and pretends that nothing whatsoever is going on. Before I can act on my impulse to lunge my tongue into her dampness, Christie rises to begin strutting before the mirror. She says, "These are nice, don't you think, James?" "Yes, they accentuate the curves in your calves and the roundness of your behind." "So you like my calves and behind, James? You like my ass?" "Ma'am, er, I mean Christie, I think you are a very attractive woman but meant no disrespect and no I was just making an observation, I was not trying to act inappropriately," I sheepishly reply. "Are you looking at my ass, James?" "Miss Christie, I think those shoes look just great on you," I say. "James, you didn't answer, me. My husband tells me that lots of men like my ass. Don't be shy, I was just wondering if you found my 'behind' nice or not," she insistently inquired. "Miss Christie, you have a very shapely figure, it that's what you're after. Only a fool would not think you have an attractive behind," I politely respond. "So you were checking out my ass, weren't you, James," she asks. "By the way, drop the 'Miss' – just call me Christie." "Yes, ma'am," I reflexively respond. Christie shoots me a knowingly exasperated grimace. I try to change our focus so that we edge back from the brink of simply grabbing each other and throwing the game to the wind. I suggest, "Christie, we have a couple of other dresses that I believe would truly flatter you. Not that I suppose it is difficult for such a curvy woman as yourself to have trouble with that." "James, you are such a gentleman, if your clothes flatter half as much as you, I'll be in great shape. I always thought I was kind of chunky. Don't you think I'm fat, James." "Now Miss, I mean, now Christie, you are not fat. You are well proportioned. Frankly I am not attracted to women with no meat on their bones. Those skeletal women in the catalogs do nothing for me," I frankly replied. "So James, does well proportioned mean that you think I have nice tits?" Christie prodded. "Christie, I would not use terms of that nature, I just mean to say that your torso complements your nice waist and legs," I replied. "Ha, you make me laugh, I am too short to have nice legs, you must want to sweet talk me into buying out the whole store," she jokingly responded. "Well, I guess I can try on a dress, don't you like the skirt?" Lust was definitely in her eyes, I anticipated her trying on a dress, knowing full well that she would act this out with great relish. Also I wanted to feast my eyes on her large round breasts which had remained covered throughout the course of the game thus far. She picked out a bright colored blue dress which had a snappy business look to it. She got many compliments when she wore this one to work. As she walked back to the closet, she winked at me – as if to say, come on and get an eyeful, and forget the strict restrictions on peeking. I walked behind her and stood outside of the closet. This time she didn't make the pretense of closing the door but said, "You will wait out here won't you so that you can tell me how this looks won't you, James?" I just nodded. At this point I felt like jacking off, I was so worked up. I was to discover later that this performance had caused a silver dollar-sized stain of clear pre-cum to leak out from my tingling cock onto my shorts. Christie took off her skirt first, letting it drop to the floor, and then she took off her shirt and her bra. She stood naked and kneaded her breasts in her hands. Each breast was too large to fully fit into her hand. She squished them together and rubbed the nipples over each other. She licked her lips and circled her fingertips over her nipples and her disproportionately large areola which are slightly larger than a silver dollar. Then she turned away from me and bent forward while placing her feet about 3 feet apart. Her tits swung down and she reached a nicely manicured finger back to her sopping snatch. She stuck one and then two fingers up to the last knuckle into her sloppy cooze. She slowly pulled her fingers out and then sucked them clean. I knew that neither of us could go much longer without acknowledging that I was aware of her behavior. I was so hot I probably could have shot a stream of cum from where I was standing to where her cunt was gaping some six feet away; I considered doing so. She put on the sassy blue dress and not another stitch of clothing and came back out to me. She asked me to zip her up – the zipper ran the length her back and the marks from where her bra had been clearly advertised its absence now. It was time to confess. As an honest and forthright employee of the shoe store, James would acknowledge his misdeed of peeking into the dressing room. I began to speak, "Christie, I must admit that when you were dressing, I accidentally saw into the dressing room. I want to apologize for invading your privacy." Christie's face was flushed with lust as she turned to me and said, "So you were spying on me, is that it?" This certainly was an interesting interpretation from someone who had been flaunting herself for the past half hour. "So what exactly did you see, James?" "I saw you without any clothing on," I responded. "So you mean you saw my titties?" she asked. "Yes, I did," I said. "So do you like my titties?" she asked. "Yes, I very much like your titties," I answered. She paused considering where to take this next. "So did you see my pussy, James?" she asked. "Um, I, I, well," I stammered and then, "yes, I guess I – yes, Christie I saw your pussy." "Well thank you for being honest, James. Did you like seeing my tits and pussy?" she asked. "I must be honest, I liked it very much," I answered. "Is there something that I can do to make this right – I know I shouldn't have?" "Well James, you could start by removing your pants," was the reply. "You want me to remove my pants?" I asked in a mockingly shocked voice. "Yes, and underwear too, I want to see your big fat cock," she said. "After all, you saw me completely naked, so I think it is only fair that I should see you." "Christie, this is a place of business, if anyone comes in I'll not only be fired but will probably be arrested and be written up in the paper," I replied. "Well, then you better lock up the store, James. I want your cock out here front and center, and see if you can't make it nice and hard," she replied. At this point, I went over to the bedroom door and locked it. We both knew that we were the only ones home but we didn't let that fact intrude on the fantasy. I pulled down my pants and then slid down my shorts. My swollen dick popped out, the underside of the head was glistening with the pre-cum that had been oozing out of it. Christie got down on her knees and took the head of my cock into her mouth, she looked up at me and let out an, "mmmm". I pulled her off of me knowing that I was on the brink of exploding and wanted to do that in her sopping pussy. I also knew that Christie's pussy would be delicious at present and that she would likely cool off some if I blew my load so soon. I guided her over to the chair and separated her legs as we faced towards the mirror. "What do you see in the mirror Christie?" I asked. "My pussy," she replied. "And what about your pussy? Are the lips swollen? Is it wet? Can you see the clitty?" I asked. "Yes, I see," she said. "Do you like it? Does it make you excited to see yourself all wet like that?" I asked. "I guess so. I know you like it," she said. "I know you like looking at it when it gets all wet and slick." "I like when it gets slick and swollen and I like it when you look at it. I could stare at your pussy for hours," I bragged. "Yeah, you think you could but the truth of the matter is that you can't look at it for more than a few seconds before you start cumming all over the place," she responded. "Ok, so you're right. I'm only human and not a pornstar. I suspect that given how creamy and wet you are, I'll only have to slide my cock in once and it'll be history," I admitted. "If you get that far," she teased. She ran two fingers over her slit and buried them into her gaping vagina as I stared at the reflected image of her in the mirror. Knowing my weakness, I decided that I should make her cum so that she was in as weakened and pathetic a state as I was already in. So I asked, "Can I eat your sweet pussy now?" "Sure, why not," she said without hesitation. "Ok, why don't you take off the dress, it is so pretty, I'd hate to splatter cum all over it," I responsibly stated. She took the dress off and leaned back on the recliner so that her ass was as far forward as she could go without falling off of the seat. I splayed her thighs outward against the arms of the chair, stiffened and elongated my tongue and dove into her love box. I was awash in her wetness. I jutted my head back and forth, giving her a good tongue-fucking, and then I sucked on her folds pulling her labia completely into my mouth before gently scrapping my teeth over her pinkness. She moaned and shook beneath me as she completely lost control. She pulled my head hard as if to suffocate me in her nectar. I rammed three fingers into her cunt and slowly dabbed my tongue against her clitoris, barely making contact with it. Then I circled my tongue around her clit some more. Shoe Store Salesman Shoe stores were specialty stores until around the mid 1960's. Then they became part of the total clothing store picture that we know today. This story takes place immediately after WWII when women's full fashioned nylon stockings became available again after being used to manufacture parachutes and other materials for the United States during the war effort. I was an eighteen year old guy and needed a job. Saw an ad in the local newspaper for a shoe salesman so I went and applied. The manager was a lady about forty who was quite attractive and told me what the job requirements would be and that she ran a rather upscale store with a lot of middle aged women as customers. These ladies liked to be waited on and be catered to as they came in for new shoes. Tips on sales could be quite good along with some other perks. Men also were quite good customers, but she took care of most of them. I also found out during the interview that she was a single lady and had never been married. "My name is Melody, but I go by Mel. I run a very upscale shoe store mostly for women, but do have a few male customers too." she said. "Most of my female customers are middle aged ladies who have been with me for several years and expect good service and are quite discreet." "What exactly will my job be?" I asked. "You will be fitting these ladies for shoes and sometimes will sell them hosiery too." she replied. "Many of them purchase a few additional items from me and if I don't have an item in stock, I easily order it for them." Mel replied. "Now I need to check you out, so let me lock the front door so we won't be disturbed for a few minutes." She locked the front door and pulled the blind on it and the large front window so the store was lit only by the inside lights. "Now, take down your trousers so I can check your cock." she said. "If you're going to be my salesman you must have the right length cock as well as being uncircumcised. My customers demand that." I hesitated a moment, but undid my belt and zipped my fly down. I pulled my trousers and briefs down and my six inch uncut cock sprang to life. "Ah, that will do quite nicely." Mel said. "My customers will love your fucking cock. Now let me pull your cock a few strokes so I can see how big it gets when it is erect." She stroked my cock until it was standing our in front of me, then put it in her mouth and began sucking on it. She sucked me up and down about ten times until I suddenly erupted in her mouth. Mel never hesitated as she swallowed every drop of my sperm filled semen. "Quite nice," she said as she removed her mouth from my cock. "My ladies will love your fucking cock. Now pull your trousers and briefs up so I can show you something else, then we must get to work." I pulled my briefs and trousers up and she told me to sit on one of the little stools that the sales person used to measure feet of customers. She sat in a chair in front of me and as she sat down, she pulled her knee length skirt up to her waist. I immediately saw she was not wearing any panties or knickers under her skirt. She also had a very thick patch of coal black pubic hair that extended down her thighs to her stockings tops. "This is how some of my customers will be dressed when they come in for a fitting of new shoes." she said. "They will expect you to murmur words of appreciation to them about how their pussies look and a few will want you to reach out and play with them. Some customers are quite well to do, but their husbands pay no attention to them or their sexual needs any longer, so I will depend on you to take good care of them." "I can't believe this is really happening." I told her. "It seems to unreal. You mean that these women really will want me to 'service them' as well as sell them shoes?" I asked. "Yes. Some will make appointments with you to meet at their homes." she said. I will package up some products and you will take them to their home. When you get there you will do whatever it is they request of you. Perhaps they will just want you to watch them pee a few times. Or perhaps they will want you to eat their pussies or even fuck them." she said. "Whatever they want you to do, please do it. They are quick to let me know how you do. Now let me get the shade on the door up and unlock it again. I think we may have a customer or two before the end of the day. You are interested in the job are you not?" she asked. "Quite interested." I replied. "What is the starting pay?" "I pay four dollars an hour and you will work six hours a day, six days a week plus other benefits."Mel replied. "You need to fill out a few papers, then we can get started." Less then an hour later our first customers arrived. One was quite tall and looked about forty five, while the other was an inch of two shorter and appeared to be in her mid twenties. The older one had short hair that had obviously been toned while the younger one had a head of coal black hair. They were introduced to me as Emmy Lou and her daughter Becky. "Becky needs a new pair or two of shoes Mel." said Emmy Lou. "I think about a two inch heel for one and perhaps a shorter heel for the second pair." I moved over to a stool and Becky put her foot up on the foot pad. In doing so she pulled her skirt up a little bit and spread her legs open about a foot. She was wearing sheer coal black Directoire Knickers and I could see very clearly the huge mass of coal black cunt hair she had around her cunt. She also had very hairy legs that showed through her beige nylon stockings she was wearing. Suddenly, Emmy Lou hollered "Mel, I have to piss very badly. May I use your toilet?" "Yes dear. Go piss in my toilet." Mel answered. Becky, upon hearing her mother holler that she needed to piss said "Mother don't use that terrible language. You have a new salesman waiting on us and he may not be used to hearing women talk like that. Now go pee, so you will be ready to try on some new shoes when you finish." After Emmy Lou left, Becky reached down and pulled her DK's up over her stocking tops giving me a nice glimpse of her very hairy thighs. She smiled and asked "Do you like what you see, whatever your name is?" My name is Jim and 'Yes', I do like what I am seeing." "Well you will get to see more in a minute and when Mother returns you will see even more." Becky replied.With that Becky stood up, lifted her skirt up and slipped her DK's down to her ankles and kicked theme off and put them in her large purse. Standing in front of me was a young lady with the largest thatch of coal black pubic hair I had ever seen. "Now do you really like what you see?" she asked. "Yes indeed. It is a beautiful sight with your garter girdle holding up your stockings and I am looking at a belly full of coal black hair." I replied. About this time Emmy Lou returned from the bathroom and stood in front of me and raised her skirt up to her waist showing me a belly full of totally grey pussy hair that was equally as thick as Becky's. "Mother. Where are your DK's?" Becky asked. "I dribbled in them on the way to piss and so I left them off. They are in my purse." Emmy Lou replied. "Well I am sure that Jim, our salesman, is simply enjoying seeing your grey haired pussy as much as he is enjoying looking at my black haired pussy." Becky replied. "I must say I was totally unprepared for this fine showing." Jim said. "I thought I was going to try and sell you some shoes, not be looking at your pubic areas." "Well you are going to do that too." Emmy stated. "We simply wanted you to see our pussies. It looks like we have his attention, Becky, judging from the tent in front of his trousers. Looks like an erection to me." "I think so mother." Becky replied. "Now we can try on some shoes and perhaps look at some new stockings too." "Jim." Emmy Lou said. "I didn't wipe my pussy when I finished peeing so I want you to take the back of your hand and run it through my cunt hair and help dry me off. Of course, my pee also ran down my thighs and got the tops of my hose all wet too, so I may need to take this pair off and put on a new pair. Now put your hand up in my cunt and run it through." Emmy Lou was tall. About six foot three inches and wearing high heels made her a couple of inches taller. When she stood in front of me, her grey haired pussy was right in front of my face and her stockings were so long they came right to her cunt lips. I took my hand and as she spread her legs apart, I ran the back of my hand through her hairy cunt. I also ran it down both thighs and discovered her stockings were quite damp. She must have really had to piss, especially if she got her DK's wet before she got to the toilet. "That's fine." she said and promptly sat down in the chair leaving her legs wide apart so I could see her cunt. "Becky and I need to try on some new shoes and perhaps will need to purchase a few pair of new stockings too. We saw a couple of pairs of shoes in the store window that we liked, so perhaps we can try those on first." She showed me what they wanted to try on and I got two pairs of each from the shelf after measuring their feet.They both walked around trying them for fit and comfort and decided they would do quite nicely. Emmy Lou called to Mel and told her they both needed some new stockings. Mel immediately brought back several boxes for each of them. I noticed one group of boxes was marked EL and the other boxed were marked BJ. They each picked out a pair from each box and Mel said she would wrap them. Emmy Lou told her not to wrap them, but to have me bring them to the house tomorrow afternoon. Mel agreed and Becky and Emmy told me they would see me tomorrow afternoon and quickly left the store. "Well, did you get your eyes filled up Jim?" Mel asked. "They certainly have hairy cunts compared to mine don't they?" as she again lifted her skirt and showed me her hairy pussy. "Now come with me as I need to piss and want you to watch me." We headed for the toilet,to which I had no idea where it was, and Mel opened the door. It was quite bright and very clean and large. She went in, lifted the toilet lid, pulled her skirt up again, sat down and began pissing. She had a strong stream and it hit the water with a loud sound. As she sat there, she unzipped my trousers, pulled out my cock, stuck it in her mouth and began sucking on it again. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. I told her I was ready to explode and she just nodded her head in the affirmative. She sucked and I blew my load of pollen into her mouth. I spurted about six times before it finally settled down into dribbles. She released it from her mouth and swallowed all the semen that remained in her mouth, then began playing with the tip of my cock. She pulled my foreskin up and down a few times finally saying "I have never seen a man with a foreskin as long as yours. Yours must hang an inch over the end of your prick." she said as she continued playing with it. She finished peeing and asked me to run my hand through her cunt to help wipe her very wet pussy. I did so, then she took a little tissue and finished drying her cunt and stood up and kissed me. "You are going to work out quite nicely Jim. Emmy Lou and Becky are two of my best customers and they were very happy the way you treated them this afternoon. When you deliver their merchandise tomorrow, expect to be at their home at least four hours and perhaps longer. They may invite you to stay overnight with them. Emmy Lou's husband is a cuckold and Becky is not married, but a very horny lady. You will probably end up fucking each of them plus a few more things." Mel told me. I went to the store about noon the next day and rang the bell at the back door. Mel came to the door and let me in and immediately gave me a very big cardboard box that I was to take the Emmy Lou and Becky's home. "Everything they ordered is in the box plus a few other items." Mel said. "I see you wore short pants like I told you to. Did you put on a pair of bikini briefs too? Did you also pack a little overnight bag?" "Yeah. I'm good to go in that department." I said. "Be off with you then and behave yourself. My store depends on how you behave." she said. I headed to the address given me and found it in a secluded area of town. I pulled the car in the driveway and went to the side door as directed by Mel and rang the bell. A few seconds elapsed when Becky answered the door and invited me into the house. I told her I needed to get their order and would bring it right in with me. I got the box and took it into the house. What happened next just floored me. Becky was wearing a silk robe that came just below her knees and when I saw Emmy Lou I couldn't believe my eyes. She was wearing a mid thigh length robe and a short gown with her stocking tops showing along with her garter straps from her garter belt or girdle. "Oh Jim. How nice to see you again. It seems like such a long time since we last saw you and it was only yesterday." Emmy Lou said. "Please set the box down and join Becky and me in having a little early afternoon toddy and a cigarette. Do you smoke?" I replied that I smoked once in awhile and today would be alright with me. As she turned to pour drinks I saw the dark seam and heel of her stockings and the grey hair matted down on her legs. I couldn't get over how hairy both of them were. Becky was wearing beige stockings with a black Cuban heel and seams and they were nice and straight as well as being tight on her legs. Her coal black hair was showing through the nylon. "Do you like martinis Jim?" Emmy Lou asked. "I drink a martini once in awhile and straight up is fine." I said. Emmy Lou poured me a glass and handed me a cigarette. We toasted each other and took a sip of our drinks. Becky lit my cigarette and I took a good drag off of it. She sat beside me and took my left hand and put it on her stocking and asked me to rub her leg for her. I began rubbing it when she took my hand and put it over the top of her stocking and said "I want you to rub my hairy pussy for me too Jim.". I moved my hand upward along her thigh and finally got to her crotch. I moved my hand around her hairy cunt and played with it as she sat and took a drink and smoked. I couldn't believe this was happening so suddenly. Emmy Lou moved close to me on my right and took her left hand and moved it under my shorts until she found my bikini briefs. "Ah. I see you did what Mel asked you to do you naughty boy. Now I can play with your cock like I wanted to do yesterday. You see. Mr. Jones, or Herb, is out of town until late tomorrow evening and Becky and I need a good fucking as well as some other things, so you are spending the rest of the day with us as well as tonight. I think Mel put a few items in the box for you to wear when we are ready to play. "Becky is going to stand up and show you what she has on under her lovely gown. Then I am going to show you what I am wearing. I think your cock will be standing straight out of your shorts by the time we finish." she said. Becky stood up and dropped her robe. She was wearing a sheer black cut out bra with her areolas painted with a dark rouge. She wore a black eight strap garter belt and no panties or DK's. Her black hair showed under her pits and around her pussy as well as on her nylon clad thighs. She was a hairy bitch. "Do you like what you see Jim?" she asked. "Yes. Very much so. Do you ever wear panties?" I asked. "Not very often. I like to go pee pee and not have to wait to begin by pulling panties down. Of course when I am having my periods, I wear them in case I have a leaking situation." Becky replied. "Now let's see what mommy is wearing." Emmy Lou stood up and dropped her gown. She was wearing a sheer white cut out bra that showed her enormous teats which must have been at least 38 C's. Her nipples and areolas were showing through the cut out portion and her areolas had also been rouged so they were nearly black. Her nipples were quite distended and stuck out prominently. Her enormous teats were very heavy and were straining against her bra and bra straps. I could hardly wait to see them when she took her bra off. Her stockings were more of a taupe shade with a Havana heel and her dark heel and seams set off the stockings. They were pulled tight right up to her grey haired cunt. She was also wearing one and a half inch sling back heels making her appear quite tall.She too wore no panties so her grey haired cunt was showing quite prominently as well as her grey haired pits. Emmy Lou had me stand up and she quickly grabbed the waistband of my shorts and pulled them down to my ankles leaving me only in my red bikini briefs. She then pulled those down and screamed "Oh my God Becky. Look at his fucking cock would you?" He's not even erect yet and he's seven inches long with that lovely foreskin to nibble and suck on. What a wonderful time we are going to have Becky." Becky reached over and stroked my cock a couple of times and it began to get erect. As it did, she peeled my long foreskin back and saw how red the head of my cock was. She quickly pulled my foreskin back over the head of my cock and exclaimed to Emmy Lou "I am going to have a wonderful time sucking his prick. I can hardly wait to get it in my mouth." We finished our drinks and cigarettes and I got the box and brought it into the living room. Some small boxes were labeled EL while others were labeled BJ. Some had no labels on them at all and Emmy Lou said "Jim. Those boxes are for you. Mel didn't forget you. Now let's open up and see what we each have." Becky opened a package and exclaimed. "Oh, she sent me nine pair of stockings in various colors and heel patterns in size 2X for my long legs. Then there are three new garter girdles in black, white, and light blue plus matching cut out bras. She also put in three pairs of sheer bikini panties and two pair of DK's for me. What do you have mother?" Emmy Lou exclaimed when she saw the gold lame garter girdle and cut out bra that she was going to have to put them on at once. She also found a sheer black garter girdle and bra in black as well as one in red. She also had three boxes of stockings and when she opened the top box, she saw the first pair was shimmering gold color. All her stockings were marked 3X for her extra long legs. Finally, there were three pairs of sheer panties including one in sheer gold as well as two pairs of sheer DK's. There are still more packages in the box Jim." said Becky. "Let's see what else there is. Look. These packages are marked 'For Jim'. "It appears she also sent some things for Jim too." The first package Becky picked out had a note inside that said "This is for Jim to wear. He needs to learn about garter belts, garter girdles, and girdles in general. Show him how to put it on correctly and fasten his stockings to it." signed "Mel". The second package was a box of stockings. Inside were three pairs each in a different color and heel pattern. "I judged his stocking size by his shoe size and length by his height. If they are too short he can wear a pair of Emmy Lou's and I will get her a new pair." signed "Mel". Also inside was a pair of brown leather sling back pumps in a one inch heel with a note saying "I didn't want him to fall the first time he put on a pair of high heel shoes, so I am starting him in a one inch heel." signed "Mel". Becky said. "Jim. Take off the rest of your clothes and follow me into the shower. I need to piss and I've been waiting all morning for you to get here so I could do this. Mommy is just going to watch us." I took off me shirt and shoes and followed Becky into the shower observing her lovely hair covered legs as I did. Her stockings seams were perfectly straight and pulled up high on her thighs.. Shoe Store Salesman "Now lie down in the shower." Becky said. "I'm going to straddle you at your tummy and going to piss all over your belly and cock. I really have to go so expect to be on the floor a long time." Her pee began dribbling out of her hair covered pussy and falling in droplets onto my belly. It began to spray out of her copious hairy cunt and began running down both thighs and getting her stocking tops and legs all wet too. Suddenly it turned into a waterfall and was splashing all over my belly. Becky moved down toward my crotch and her golden pee was suddenly pounding on my cock.The effect was immediate as my cock became completely erect in ten seconds. "See mother. I knew I could get his fucking cock erect by pissing all over it. Now you get your turn to suck it." Becky said. Becky's piss began to slow down and once again flowed down her thighs again getting the welt of her stockings soaking wet as well as her legs. "Fuck!! " she exclaimed. "I just put these fucking stockings on an hour ago and now I have to take them off because I dribbled pee on the legs." Emmy Lou was on her knees immediately and grabbed my prick, pulled my long foreskin back over the head of it, stuck my hard cock in her mouth and commenced sucking it. She was quite good at it and in about fifteen seconds I told her I was going to blast off with a load of pollen. She sucked harder and when I shot my load she was quite greedy and sucked it all down. When she finished she removed her mouth and looked at the red head on my prick and went back and began sucking on it again. Emmy Lou appeared to relish sucking my red headed cock and finally said "I haven't seen a man's cock with a red head like yours on it for several years. I guess that it only occurs when a man is uncut like you are. Herb's cock isn't like yours at all. In fact, it is so fucking small I have trouble finding it to play with it. That's why we see Mel every so often. She knows what Becky and I like and makes sure we get set up alright." I told her she had beautiful teats and I would really enjoy seeing them unrestrained. I also indicated I would probably want to suckle her nipples. "Becky darling, Unfasten my bra so Jim can nurse my big teats." Emmy said. Becky went behind her mother and I saw the straps sag and then fall off her shoulders. As the cups came loose, her teats fell free and were everything I expected them to be. They were nice and full and sagged down her chest a bit. I reached for the right one and lifted it in my hand. It was heavy and when I stuck it in my mouth and began sucking on the nipple, I felt Emmy Lou begin to quiver. "You big motherfucker. You found one of my weaknesses. I love having my nipples sucked. Keep doing it and I'll probably have a giant orgasm." Becky said. "She'll cream her pussy and then need to piss too, so be prepared. Now you can take your fucking tongue and lick my hairy pussy then suck my clit. I think I'll need to change my stockings since they got all wet." I let go of Emmy Lou's teat and stuck my face in Becky' black haired cunt and began licking it for her. She moaned with pleasure as I licked and then I finally stuck my tongue in her slit between her labial lips. She took her hands and spread her lips wide open and I could see her pee hole and clit. "Suck my fucking clit Jim while I finish dribbling a bit." Becky said. I found her clit and wrapped my lips around it and began sucking on it. Becky whimpered with delight as I sucked it. "Excuse me Becky, you whore." Emmy Lou said. "I need to piss right now. My fucking bladder is about to burst and I want to give Jim a golden shower. So please let me straddle him and pee all over him." I reluctantly moved away from Becky and laid down on the floor of the shower again. Emmy straddled me, spread her cunt lips wide open, and began pissing all over me.It was splashing all over me and was very hot. I put my hand on her stream and caught a small amount and drank it. It was not as salty as I thought it would be. Emmy Lou just kept pissing and pissing until it finally slowed down and began dribbling down her thighs and legs. "Oh fuck. I'm going to have to change my wet stockings too." she said. "I didn't think I would get piss all over them." "Oh my God." I said. "It is fucking hot and you're making my cock spring up like a flag pole." "That's what I want to do to your fucking prick. Then I'm going to take both of you into my bed and we are going to play the rest of the day until dinnertime. I'm going to fuck your prick and let it fill me with your hot semen." Emmy Lou continued. "Whore Becky is going to eat my pussy and suck your prick, then I'm going to fuck you again." she said. Becky was just standing beside us watching in awe as her mother finally let her cunt lips go and stepped away from me. I was soaking wet and needed a towel to dry off a little bit. "Is this what Mel does? Sets up her sales people to play with women?" I asked. "She does as a favor to a select group of women Jim. I can name a few who are in the group and I wouldn't be surprised if your step mother isn't included." Becky said. "Oh no." I replied. "Velma wouldn't need a paramour. Daddy takes very good care of her. I can always hear them fucking and sucking each other. I think you are mistaken there Becky." "Well, I don't know. I think I heard her name bandied around more than once or twice when I was in the store and a little conversation was going on. There aren't very many women with the name of Velma or Jewel." Becky replied. "Oh my God. I wonder if father knows something may be going on. Maybe she isn't getting enough cock from him or maybe he isn't young enough for her. Surprised since she was a virgin when they married a couple of years ago. I'll check with Mel when I go back. Now let's fuck." Jim said. Becky and Emmy both stripped their wet stockings off and removed their garter girdles too. Becky told Emmy she wanted to have Jim's cock in her first, but she would nurse Emmy while fucking Jim. Emmy agreed and I laid down on the huge Queen sized bed with my prick sticking up in the air. Becky straddled me and gently slipped down on my prick as she spread her cunt lips open. She was soaking wet, probably from peeing all over me as well as being horny. Emmy squatted beside her daughter and Becky immediately latched on to one of Emmy's large nipples and began nursing. Becky was also generating an orgasm by riding my stiff prick. I suddenly heard Emmy moan and I knew she had just had an orgasm. I told Becky I was about to inject her cunt with my sperm filled semen and she began bouncing up and down on my stiff cock. Suddenly Becky forced her cunt down on my rigid cock and sat quietly for a moment. I felt the walls of her cunt become very warm and wet and I knew she had climaxed all over my prick. She let go of her mother's teat and concentrated on me blasting off. Suddenly, I could stand it no longer and blew my nuts off in her wet cunt and I had squirted about six times when Becky went off on her own. She was riding my cock like there was no tomorrow until she ran out of energy. Becky got off of me and immediately Emmy Lou took my still somewhat erect prick in her mouth and began sucking all the juices off of it. Becky hurried to the dresser drawer and took out a pair of sheer black bikini panties and laid back down on the bed and said. "Stuff these in my cunt so I don't lose any of your precious semen. It feels so good in my cunt." I did as she told me and when I had them completely stuffed inside her wet cunt, she sat up on the bed and kissed me full on the mouth, sticking her tongue in my mouth. "The last person was a good fuck Jim, but you were even better. Mother, I think we need to tell Mel that we would like Jim to join us when we need a treat." Becky said. "You're quite right my dear. Even though he hasn't made me have a climax yet, I am in agreement with you." Emmy replied. "Now we must enjoy a very cold martini and another cigarette, then prepare for some dinner. You did plan on spending the evening with us didn't you Jim?" "Well, uh, Yes. I guess so. Mel didn't tell me much about how long I was to stay here. However, I am enjoying myself, so I am at your pleasure Emmy." "Oh. I shall give Mel a buzz right now and tell her to not expect you to return to the store until tomorrow. I shall also make an inquiry regarding Velma." Emmy said. "I think that is a grand idea Becky. Find out what you can but be discreet. We don't want the cat getting out of the bag if it is the Velma we know. Now Jim, come and help me make the martinis so we can sit and socialize before dinner." Emmy said. As Becky called Mel I could hear her say "Oh it is the same person. Yes. I understand. Yes. He is wonderful and won't be back until tomorrow. He fits in with us very nicely. He filled me up with so much liquid I had to put a pair of bikini panties in my cunt. Now we are going to have cocktails and cigarettes then have dinner and play some more." Becky came into the kitchen and told us that the Velma that was mentioned was indeed my step mother. Mel had a couple of guys that serviced her on a rather regular basis when daddy was gone out of town. I thought it a bit unusual since I serviced her once in awhile too when daddy was on an extended trip out of state. However, we needed to get on with our program, which was to get me in my lingerie and play with Emmy Lou and Becky. As we sat and enjoyed our strong martinis and smoked, we discussed what we wanted to do tonight. Becky said she wanted to suck my prick again and Emmy Lou wanted my prick up her cunt. I told both of them I wanted to eat their pussies and play pee pee games with them. We all agreed that we need to get into some different lingerie. Suddenly the front doorbell sounded and Emmy Lou said "I wonder who that can possibly be? Becky, get your robe on and see who is at the door please." Becky was no sooner gone than she returned with two guests. One was my friend Dave and the other was my step mother, Velma. "Jim. What the hell are you doing here?" asked my step mother. "Is there some reason you are here at Emmy Lou and Becky's home?" "Yes mother dear. I am on a delivery to them for Mel at the shoe store. I have brought them some goodies they purchased yesterday while I was learning the ins and outs of Mel's business." I replied. "Dave, do you know Jim?" mother asked. "Yes. He and I are friends." Jim replied. "Do you know why we are here Jim?" Velma asked. "I'm not sure, but I think I am going to find out." I told her. "If you remove your coat so I can see what you have on under it, I may have a better idea." "Do you really think you want to know?" she replied. "I mean, Dave and I can turn around and leave, but I think we would disappoint Emmy Lou and Becky if we did. They invited us to have cocktails and dinner with them tonight." "Well then. Stay and drink, eat, and be merry." I said. "We have already had a little fun today and I am spending the night with them since Herb is out of town. Are you also spending the night here too?" I asked. Velma replied that she didn't know. It depended upon whether Emmy Lou and Becky wanted she and Dave to stay. Then she dazzled me by having Dave take off her coat and showing us what she was wearing. She had no bra on because her teats were only a size 36A and needed no support. However, she was wearing an eight strap black garter girdle and lovely brown stockings with a darker heel and seam. The piece de resistance though were the very sheer Directoire Knickers she was wearing. They were so sheer you could see through them and you could clearly see the tops of her stockings and her auburn colored pussy hair.The fact that her stocking tops came clear up to her cunt lips made it even more dramatic. Velma knew we had seen this so she told us that Mel had mistakenly ordered several pairs of 2X long stockings in her size and wanted to know if she would be interested in them. She said she tried a pair on and when she found they came clear up to her cunt lips she knew daddy would love them too. So she took them. Well, Dave loved them too, so that was why she was wearing them today. "Now Emmy Lou lead me to your bathroom before I piss in my knickers. I haven't pissed since this morning and my bladder is full." Velma told Emmy. "Becky can stay here and entertain the guys while I pee." Emmy Lou took Velma by the hand and led her off to the bathroom to pee. Becky said. "Going pee isn't all Velma is going to do. She is probably going to suck mother's teats and eat her pussy and if we are quiet and careful we may be able to catch them in the act." We sneaked around very quietly until we were outside the bathroom door. We heard Emmy Lou talking. "Velma you are such a piss whore. Every time you come to my home the first thing you have to do is piss and I end up putting my hand down under your fucking cunt to catch it. Becky is another piss whore. You should have seen the way she straddled Jim in the shower and pissed all over him. Now let me suck your piss covered cunt hair and then I'll suck your clit. How long is Mac gone for this time?" Emmy asked. "He's gone for two days. Dave is just fine. I fucked him early this afternoon and he has a very nice prick. He gave me a good bath of semen in my cunt, so you may be eating some of that too. His cock isn't cut either, so I'm lucky in that regard. Have you fucked my step son yet you bitch? Don't deny that you want to. I have seen you looking at his cock when you are at our house. Now suck my clit so I can come again then we must get back to the guys and Becky." Velma said. We could hear Emmy Lou sucking Velma's clit and Velma reacting with several orgasm's along the way. Finally, Velma said "Enough. We need to get back to the kitchen and cocktails. Let me pull my knickers back up and then we go." The three of us quietly headed back to the kitchen and lit cigarettes to give the appearance of not having gone anyplace while Emmy Lou and Velma were playing with each other. Becky spread her legs wide apart so Dave could get a good look at her very hairy cunt. "Jesus Becky, " he said, "I've never seen so much cunt hair on a woman in all my life. I mean, I know women who have a lot of cunt hair, but nothing like you and your mother do. Do you always wipe your pussy after you piss or do you leave it all wet?" "Sometimes I wipe it and sometimes I leave it wet.If you were going to eat my pussy after I peed, I would leave it all wet for you. If I am going someplace and need to be dry, I would wipe it." Becky said When Emmy Lou and Velma came back into the kitchen they found Becky, Dave, and me just sitting, smoking a cigarette, and sipping our martinis. Emmy Lou looked liked the cat who had just swallowed the canary. Becky asked "Mother, did you get to watch Velma pee? Did you eat her pussy after she finished? " "Yes dear. I watched her stream flow into the toilet bowl, then she stood up and I sucked her clit and cleaned her cunt off. It was very tasty and I think she enjoyed it." Emmy replied. "Oh yes I did." chimed in Velma. Her tongue is like a serpents tongue. It is all over the place and I had a huge orgasm." Velma said. Becky asked Velma why she enjoyed having her pussy eaten so often. Velma said. "when I was single I shared my apartment with another lady by the name of Mary Alyce. We also had a mutual friend named Beulah. Beulah was a bit of an alcoholic so the three of us often had a couple of martinis before we went to eat dinner. One day I sitting on the toilet peeing when Beulah opened the door and told me she wanted to watch me and she was going eat my pussy when I finished. I finished, kicked my panties off, stood up and spread my legs apart and Beulah got on the floor and began eating my pussy." "So what happened after that" Becky asked. "Beulah told me that she and Mary Alyce had been loves for a long time and knew that I hadn't been fucked by a man, so they thought I might enjoy being part of the two of them. At that point Beulah simply pulled her skirt up and showed me she wasn't wearing any panties. She had a lovely hairy belly that was framed by her black garter belt." Velma replied. "So did you eat her pussy right then?" Becky asked. "About that time Mary Alyce also pulled her dress up and showed me her hairy belly and pussy. she aksed me if I would enjoy eating her pussy too. I told her to lie down on the bed and I would lick her cunt. So Mary Alyce laid down, spread her legs apart and I dived in and licked her cunt. She then spread her cunt lips apart and told me to suck her clit. When I did that she had an enormous orgasm. Then it was Beulah's turn to have me eat her. So I did and that was how it began. Now today, I'm bisexual. I love having my cunt eaten and I also enjoy getting fucked by a man." Velma replied. "We need to see what Dave is wearing today." Emmy Lou said. "Push your shorts down and let us all see your equipment Dave.", Velma said "You will want to play with his equipment Emmy Lou. He has a massive cock and I can't get enough of it. He is much bigger than Mac daddy's or John's.". Jim pushed his shorts down to show all of us he was wearing a pair of sheer red bikini panties and there was no guessing the size of his prick. He was massive, just as Velma had said he was. Must have had about six inches of cock when he was soft. Suddenly the doorbell rang. Emmy Lou said "I wonder who that could be. I didn't know anyone else was going to be here. Answer it will you Becky?" Becky put a robe on and headed for the front door. As she opened the door she was a bit surprised to see a young lady standing on the porch wearing a coat with seamed stockings and high heel shoes standing there. "May I help you?" Becky inquired. "Yes. My name is Samantha but I go by Sam for short and Mel sent me here with a small package for Jim. Is Jim here?" "Yes. He's here, but a bit busy at the moment. May I give him the package?" Becky asked. "Well, Mel told me to give it to Jim myself, so I guess I should follow her directions." Sam replied. "Well then. Come in and let me take your coat for a moment." Becky said. "We are in the kitchen having a drink and a cigarette. Perhaps you would like a drink too, just to cut the dust of the trail, so to speak?" "Thank you. That would taste fine. I am a little thirsty." Sam replied. Sam followed Becky into the kitchen and as she gave Becky her coat, everyone gazed at Sam in amazement. "Mel knew you would all be amazed because I am a male and have a cock. She knew there were three women and only two men, so she asked if I would be interested in going to make it even. Of course I had to do a little cross dressing, so here I am. My name really is Sam, but when I double as a female it is easy to be Samantha." Sam told us. Sam was wearing a ten strap black garter belt and dark brown full fashioned stockings with a black heel and seams. His cock was dangling down his thigh and Emmy Lou was fascinated by how long it was. "Oh my God. Look at his fucking cock and he isn't cut either. In fact, you can't even see the head of his cock because his foreskin is so long." she said."Becky pour Sam a martini so he can join the party. Sam. Do you ever see the head of your cock?" "I can see it if I pull the thick foreskin back over it. It is nice and red. By the way Jim. The package is for you and contains a couple of pair of nylon stockings for you. Mel wanted me to get them to you today. She was afraid you only had one pair and might have already gotten runs in them." Sam replied. As Becky was fixing Sam's drink, Emmy Lou and Velma came over to where he was standing and got down on their knees to examine his cock more closely. Emmy Lou took his cock in her hand and said to Velma "I think he has not only got a long foreskin, but also a very thick one. I can't even see the outline of the head of his cock through all the skin. We will undoubtedly need to examine this further tonight Velma. Now let's all enjoy our drinks and cigarettes. Then we will fix some dinner and more drinks before having a little play time." Shoe Store Salesman Jim got Sam a chair and asked him when he worked at the store. Sam replied "When Mel needs me to fill in or run a parcel or two to a customer. Today is a very rare thing for me to do. She told me before I left that I would see two women with pussy hair so thick you couldn't see their cunt lips and another women that has small teats but loves having them nursed. I guess she was correct. I've never seen a woman with as much cunt hair as you and Emmy Lou have Becky. Do you really enjoy someone sucking your nipples Velma?" "Yes. I enjoy having my nipples sucked as well as my pussy. I was a virgin before I met Mac daddy, Jim's father. I had seen pictures of a man's cock, but had never seen one in person. We went on a couple of dates, then he spent a night at my apartment. He undressed me, had me pee with him watching then had me disrobe him. His cock sprung out of his pants like a curved scimitar. He had me spread my cunt lips wide open and he played with me for about twenty minutes. I was so horny I didn't know what to do. Mac daddy told me to just relax, spread my cunt lips open and he slid his long cock inside my cunt. It was exquisite. He was up to my cervix in two strokes and when he came, he spewed semen all over inside my cunt. He wouldn't let me wipe it off, but put a pair of Directoire Kickers on me and told me to just let them get all wet when it leaked out. I was wet all night." Velma told him. "I couldn't get enough of his cock from that point on. Now I've learned he isn't the only man with a big cock who likes to fuck women." "Well." said Sam. "I think I am going to enjoy sucking on your teats and maybe eating your pussy too. I've got the rest of the day and all night to spend here." Velma replied "Well, I might just have to let you do that Sam. Then too, I might just want that prick of yours playing with my cunt." We smoked and had a couple of drinks when Emmy Lou suggested we order out and have it delivered. Everyone though that was a great idea, so Becky called in the order. Suddenly Emmy Lou said "I need to piss and I don't want to sit on the toilet so I am going out on the porch. If anyone wants to watch you are certainly welcome, because I'm going to spread my cunt lips apart and let it pour." Of course we all followed her out onto the porch. She spread her legs so her grey cunt hair was completely exposed, bent her knees and the piss began spurting out of her large pee hole. "Mommy." Becky exclaimed, "You really did have to piss didn't you? I thought you were only kidding. Now I have to go too and I don't know if it will take longer than you for me to finish or not." No one had seen Sam piss since he arrived with Velma. Velma had only said that she had already fucked him once before they got to Emmy Lou and Becky's house. Becky asked Sam if he needed to piss too and he shook his head in the affirmative. Becky said "Then I'm going to hold on to your prick while you piss and I'll just spray it around on the grass. That way I can piss at the same time as you." Becky took Sam's cock and didn't even pull his foreskin back, but just let him spray everything the way it came out his foreskin. It was a bit funny watching his piss fly all over the place. Becky guided his cock around so he was wetting the grass and the plants as well as the porch. While she was doing that she spread her legs apart and the pee came pouring out of her cunt,splashing all over the floor of the porch. Becky finished pissing and Emmy Lou said "I think since we ladies each have our areolas rouged nice and dark that it would only be fair if we did the same thing to the heads of the guys cocks. Velma and Becky, does that sound like a good idea to you?" Becky and Velma both nodded their heads yes, so Emmy Lou said "Becky, you pull each ones foreskin back and Velma you take a tissue or cloth and dry the head of their pricks off. When they are dry, I will apply some liquid rouge all around the head of their cocks and let it dry. we will see an immediate change in color, then they can pull their foreskins back over the heads of their nice cocks." Becky began with Jim, pulling his long foreskin back. Velma took a clean cloth and dried the moisture off the head and Emmy Lou, with the bottle of rouge all shaken up and ready to go, applied a coating all around the head of his cock. The change was immediate as it turned from red to almost black right away. Becky then skinned Dave's foreskin back, Velma repeated the process and Emmy Lou rouged his cock head. Finally came Sam's turn and it was finished in three minutes. "Oh my. The three of you look so good with the heads of your pricks all rouged.They are all so dark. Almost black in fact." Emmy Lou said. Velma said she couldn't believe how black they were. "I must do that to Mac daddy's prick when he gets home. He'll wonder where I learned that little trick. But I don't have to concern myself with that tonight. He is out of state and bedding his red haired whore neighbor ,Barbara. She'll fuck him good, then when he gets home he'll want to know what I did while he was gone and he'll want to fuck me good and hard. His fucking cock is like a flagpole that curves upward. But Jim has one even larger." Suddenly the doorbell rang. Becky slipped her robe and answered it. She came back a minute or so later with dinner for us. "That was easy." she said. "I just paid him for it and he was gone. Of course I gave him a nice tip and a little view of what I have on under my robe. He seemed to enjoy that." Velma said "You know. I have been thinking that perhaps I should get my labial lips painted with that liquid rouge. Emmy Lou. Would you like to do that for me? I'll bet the guys here would enjoy seeing an old lady like me get her cunt lips painted." "I'll be more than happy to paint your cunt lips Velma. But let's eat our dinner and have another drink or two before our food gets cold. Becky, you set the table and I'll make another pitcher of martinis. That gin goes down pretty easily." Emmy Lou said. Becky set the food on the table and Emmy Lou filled everyone's glasses with cold martinis. They toasted to a night of successful sexual endeavors and began eating. Emmy Lou said "You know guys that I have my nipples pierced. I just don't have my rings in them right now. Perhaps after dinner if you would like, I can put them in and show you how they look. Becky has her nipples pierced too as does Velma. Maybe all three of us should put our rings in and show you what they look like." Dan replied "That would be awesome to see. I've only read about women with pierced nipples and labia. I'd really like to see them" The other two fellows nodded their heads affirmatively, so Emmy Lou said they would do it after dinner. Dinner concluded and Emmy Lou asked Becky to get the cognac bottle out so everyone could have a snifter of cognac along with some ice cream for dessert. Becky stood up and went to the liquor cabinet and brought back the cognac. She put on a great show as she sashayed to the cabinet with her butt wiggling and flipping it as she reached for the bottle. Everyone got a good look at her hairy belly and cunt as she returned. Velma got up and got six snifters and sat them on the table and Emmy Lou poured a little cognac into each glass. Ice cream was gotten out of the freezer and a scoop was placed in each dish. Velma also gave a little show when she reached for the snifters. A toast was made and ice cream eaten and brandy and cigarettes followed. Suddenly Becky's hand was on my thigh and drifting upward toward my cock. I looked around and Velma had her right hand under the table too and it looked like Emmy Lou had her hand on Sam's thigh. I looked at the other two guys and they had a look of absolute surprise on their faces. Suddenly Velma asked Dave to stand up. As he did so, his cock was standing straight out in front of him with his foreskin still covering the head of it. Emmy Lou told Sam to stand up and as he stood, his cock was sticking straight out in front of him too. Needless to say when Becky told me to stand up I had a complete erection too and my cock was standing straight out in front of me. The three women each took their cognac snifter and stuck it in front of our cocks and stuck our cocks in the snifter. Then they pulled the snifters back, set them on the table and proceeded to begin sucking our erect cocks, foreskin and all. Not only were they sucking our cocks, but each of them was fondling our nut sack as well. I looked over at Velma and I could see in her eyes that she was on the verge on getting drunk. Emmy Lou's eyes also looked a little glassy, so I thought she was getting drunk also. Emmy Lou's huge teats were hanging down on her chest and Sam was playing her long nipples, twisting and turning them. Finally, Velma said to Dave. "Come on shoe salesman. I want to go play with your prick tonight and you can suck my pussy. Let's go find our bedroom. Maybe I'll let you sell me some new stockings and a pair of shoes." She tottered on her heels as she began walking and Dave had to steady her so she didn't fall. I couldn't imagine my sedate, quiet stepmother needing a young stud fucking her when Mac daddy was giving her plenty of cock. Perhaps she simply wasn't getting enough and found this a good way to get some extra peter. They left and Emmy Lou said "Sam. Come with me. I'm going to give you a blow job tonight that you will never forget Then you are going to piss all over me before we settle down for the night. Emmy Lou's seams were nice and straight and her long stockings made her look taller than she really was. Sam had his left hand around her ass as they walked away. Becky said "Let's get the fucking dishes off the table, clear the dining room, then let me fuck your brains out for awhile. I'm very horny in addition to being a bit tipsy from all the alcohol." I reached for her very hairy pussy and gave it a little tweak. "You love doing that don't you, you motherfucker." she said. "Yes I do." I replied. "It's fun to be able to play in the Black Forest knowing full well you're going to be fucking it later tonight." "Well, I'm probably going to want you to eat it too darling. I just loved it when I saw the look on your face yesterday at the shoe store. You couldn't believe you were looking right at my hairy pussy, could you?" Becky asked. "No and then when I saw Emmy Lou's gray haired pussy too that really sent me flying. Mel told me you were probably going to ask me out here today. What I didn't expect to see was my stepmother, Velma, here too." I said. "With all the cock she gets from daddy I can't believe she needs more from other men." "She not only likes other men but other women as well. She'd just as soon eat pussy as she would get fucked by a cock. I'm willing to bet she'll eat my mothers pussy before the night is over and still get fucked by Dave or Sam." Becky said. We kissed and said good night and turned over and went to sleep. About two o'clock in the morning someone slipped into bed beside me and nudged me over closer to Becky. I felt with my hand to see who it might be. I touched her teats and immediately knew it was Velma. I reached down and found the tops of her stockings and her hairy belly. "Move over. I'm going to eat Becky's cunt and I need some room. Dave and Sam are in bed with Emmy Lou and she is fucking Sam and sucking Dave's cock. So I'm going to eat Becky's pussy while you nurse my teats." Velma said. I nudged Becky and whispered to her that Velma wanted to eat her pussy while I sucked Velma's teats. Becky slid over towards Velma and spread her legs wide apart. Velma switched positions so she could put her face in Becky's cunt and she slipped her tongue into Becky's cleft. Becky spread Velma's legs apart and began probing Velma's cunt with her tongue. In no time at all, they were both busy sucking each others cunt while I simply watched. Velma took my face and directed in toward her tiny teats and pushed my mouth onto a nipple. I began sucking it gently while they were beginning to thrash around eating each other out. They ate each other out for several minutes when Velma reached down and found my cock standing straight up in the air. She moved her face away from Becky's pussy and said "Becky. Get up and sit on Jim's face and let him eat your cunt. I need to get his stiff cock inside me and give me a good fucking." With that, Becky got up, straddled my face and Velma eased herself down on my stiff prick. I began sucking Becky's cunt, inserting my tongue in her vagina while Velma began writhing around on my prick. I reached down and felt Becky's legs and found she was still wearing stockings and a garter belt. Since Velma was facing me I reached up and began playing with her teats, twisting her nipples a little bit. That set her off even more and I felt my climax rising as she said, "Fuck me good you bastard. I want that sperm filled semen of yours to breed me while your daddy is gone." With that, I gave a big push of my cock and splattered the walls of her vagina with a hefty dose of semen. She wiggled and squirmed as I pumped it into her all while I was still eating Becky's cunt. Both of them had great orgasm's and finally Velma got off me, pulled a pair of bikini panties from a bag she had brought into my bedroom and said, "Stuff these in my cunt so I don't leak your baby batter all over the place." Becky told me she had a really great climax and her vagina was very wet. We decided it was time to get some sleep and since Dave and Sam were giving Emmy Lou some sexual satisfaction, we just decided to stay in my bed. About eight o'clock in the morning, Velma nudged me and said she needed to piss and would I help her.We slipped out of bed trying to not wake Becky and padded to the bathroom. Velma asked me to pull the bikini panties out of her cunt and she sat on the toilet and the pee flowed out in a torrent. When she finished she said "Now get a washcloth and rinse it in warm water and was my pussy." I wet a cloth in warm water, put some soap on it wand as she spread her legs, I washed her hairy cunt. then I rinsed the cloth and rinsed her cunt and dried it. "Now when we leave today and you get home, we are going to take a shower together and then you are going to fuck me again." she told me. "Your father wants me to have a child and I don't care which of you breed me." Finally, about ten o'clock, we had eaten breakfast, cleaned up, and we all bid Emmy Lou and Becky a farewell until Mel sent us to them again with another order. When Velma and I got home, the phone was ringing. I answered it and it was Mel telling me she had heard from Emmy Lou and Becky letting her know that the day and night had been all they had hoped for and she needed to send me again the next time. Shoe Store ShowOff Call it "senior-itis" or the Spring Break blues. Whatever it was, it had me holding down the fort at the local shoe store. All of my high school and junior college employees could not work this particular Friday afternoon. The last-minute phone call from the guy who was scheduled to come in only proved what I already knew -- as assistant store manager I would have to work the store alone. Business was slow, too. All afternoon I sat there waiting for a customer to come in so the time would pass by faster. I had already done some inventory, vacuumed and cleaned the entire store. I even went down the long aisles and made sure the boxes of shoes were stacked evenly and then replaced all the burnt out lightbulbs. The layout of the store was simple. As soon as you walked in the front door there was a check-out counter. This was one of those low-cost shoe stores which meant very little money was spent on decorations, etc. The shoes were on display on top of a box with several boxes of the same style shoe stacked behind them. The customer would walk in, find the shoe they wanted, find their size, try it on and then proceed to the check-out counter to purchase it. The aisles were long with shoe boxes stacked about eight feet high all the way down the small corridors. I was staring at the clock on the cash register and literally counting down the seconds to six o'clock (quitting time) when I heard the electronic tone signaling the arrival of a customer. "I'm sorry we're ...," I started to say only to catch myself in mid sentence when I saw a cute young lady staring back at me. "Are you closed?" she asked. "Not yet," I said trying to recover. "We close at six. You just got here in time." She turned her head from side to side looking around the store. The way her head moved caused her ponytail to dance. It also did wonders for the little outfit she had on. She was dressed in what looked like a Catholic school uniform with a white blouse, plaid skirt, long white socks pulled up to her knees and black pumps. She had on a little bit more make-up than one would expect from a Catholic school girl, but I had to admit to myself that she did look good. "I'm sorry," she replied. "It's almost six now. Maybe I should come back some other time." "Nonsense," I said, probably a little too quickly. "Let me just lock the door so nobody else comes in. Take your time and call me if you need any help." Her smile and the way her eyes lit up caused my cock to stir. She turned around in slow motion and turned the dead bolt in the door locking it. "Thank you!" she gasped excitedly when she turned back around. "I won't be long. I promise. I know exactly what I want." My eyes followed her as she walked around the counter and down one of the aisles. I picked up the sports section of the newspaper I had already read five times today and pretended to read it as I watched her. She moved down the center aisle and I silently thanked myself for taking time to replace all the fluorescent lights, that had gone out, earlier in the day. She walked away from me with a tiny purse hanging over her shoulder with a round pink sticker that read "Show Off." She went to the second pair of shoes on display at the bottom of the shelf and bent to inspect the shoe. She did not bend at her knees and squat down to get a better view of the shoe. She bent at the waist with her young, smooth legs straight. It was almost like she was in PE class touching her toes to stretch before running. As she leaned her torso down and reached for the shoe her skirt, which I suddenly noticed was too short to be a school uniform, began to slowly hike up revealing the tops of her legs and then just an inch of her white panties. She paused in that position and held the shoe in her hand turning it over as she inspected one side and then the next. Then, just before putting the shoe back down on the shelf she looked back and busted me. Her cute face was just past her knee and her eyes twinkled when she caught me staring at her firm slender legs and the white panties clinging to her bubble butt. She must have waited in that position because when I finally got enough courage to take my eyes from the paper and look back in her direction she was still in the same position. She smiled when my eyes went back to her and then turned her face away from me and slowly stood back up in an erect position. Needless to say, she wasn't the only one "erect." Not happy with that style of shoe she walked down the aisle a little farther away from me as I "read" the paper. She stopped and turned back to look at a pair of shoes she had just passed. She was facing me know and again caught me watching her. I couldn't help it. The way she walked in that short plaid skirt was doing something to me and I liked it. Her firm little bubble butt rocked back and forth perfectly as she walked as if she were doing a little dance to a tune in her head. It was mesmerizing. She reached up for a shoe on the third shelf and couldn't reach it. She stood on her tippy toes and tried again stretching out her body like a cat on a warm quilt basking in the afternoon sun. Her legs grew taunt. Her blouse came untucked exposing her sexy abs and a bellybutton ring. She reached for the shoe again and her perfectly round grapefruit-sized breasts pressed into her thin blouse. For all her efforts, she still could not reach the shoe. "Can you come help me?" she asked in a sweet sing-song voice. "Of course," I said, putting down the newspaper and walking from behind the counter towards her. "What can I do?" "Can you hand me those shoes? I want to see them up close," she almost whispered as I neared her. I nodded my head "yes" and walked past her to a little ladder on wheels with a platform at the top. I rolled it back towards her and the shoe she was interested in. "Let me get that for you," I said. She stopped me by placing her hand on my shoulder. "Let me get it," she said. "Just hold this thing so I don't roll away or lose my balance and fall." She ended the sentence with a short giggle and a smile that showed off her perfectly white teeth. It was a coquettish smile and I shifted from one leg to the other trying to hide the erection growing in my pants. I grabbed the handrail of the ladder and she slowly climbed up it. She knew I was watching her. She had to know. Did she like being watched? Thoughts raced through my mind until I looked up and saw directly up her skirt as she climbed each step. She took her time going up and made every attempt to swish her perfect young ass back and forth with each step. It was a beautiful sight. Her tanned legs made a perfect contrast to her white cotton panties. She took the tennis shoe in her hand and announced softly, "OK, got it." She came down the steps backwards and her little firm butt crushed up against my growing erection as she lowered herself off the last step. "These are my size," she said looking into the shoe and then back at me. "Let me go get some of those athletic socks so I can try them on." She walked away from me. I stood there silent and breathless watching her go. She was gone about a minute, which seemed a little long just to go get the socks in the next aisle. She returned with an extra bounce in her step with that same cute and sexy smile cutting through me as she neared. She sat down and removed her pumps and took her time rolling down the long white socks. Each second another inch of her tanned, firmed leg was exposed until she finally slipped the sock off her pink-painted toes. She dropped the sock on the floor and then took one of the new athletic socks and put it on. "There," she announced. "Now, let's try on these tennis shoes." She struggled with the shoe as she sat on one of the small stools placed up and down each aisle just for this purpose. She couldn't get the shoe on. "Will you help me," she asked softly. "I think I may need a shoe horn or something." Of course I offered my help. I knelt down in front of her taking her foot in my hand and slowly slid one hand under her foot. My fingers caressed the underside of her foot working my hand back from her toes to her ankle. She giggled and jerked up her leg. "That tickles," she said giggling as her knee jerked up toward her breast. The knee jerk also caused her skirt to fly up and I caught what I thought was a glimpse of her shaved pussy. But, I wasn't sure. "Sorry," I said. "Let me try again." This time, I grabbed the back of her ankle and slowly brought her foot up toward the shoe. As I slid the shoe onto her foot she continued to raise her knee higher and higher until her skirt rose just enough for me to see under it. She had removed her panties! I stared at her smooth shaved pussy as I slid the tennis shoe onto her foot. She pushed down with her leg sliding the shoe onto her foot with a "pop." Then, she leaned her body back and rested her head against the boxes of shoes behind her. She slowly spread her legs, reached down pulling the front of her little skirt up and then touched her pussy. "Mmmmm," she moaned softly with her head tilted back and her eyes closed. "That feels so good." I was shocked and amazed at my good fortune. I reached down and began to rub a now raging hard-on through my slacks. "So, you are watching me," she said softly. "It's OK. I like being watched. Just no touching, OK?" It took a few seconds for the shock to wear off. When it did, I still couldn't speak and just nodded my head "yes." "Well, you can touch yourself. You just have to promise you won't touch me," she said. "Promise?" "Y-e-s," I managed to somehow say. She leaned forward and undid my belt. I could smell the perfume on her sweet young body and it drove me even closer to the feeling of pure lust. "You watch me and I'll watch you," she whispered. "And, we can both make ourselves cum." She leaned back again and unbuttoned her blouse. Within seconds, she had unclasped the front of her bra exposing her perfectly round young titties. She played with them with one hand while the other teased her tight, little, wet pussy. She began to whimper and then moan as she masturbated in front of me. She also used a hand to massage her breasts making her perky nipples hard. I pushed my slacks and boxers down freeing my hard cock. I began to pump it in my fist in perfect timing to her strokes. She looked down at my hand gliding over my cock and smiled. She reached into her purse and handed me her little white cotton panties. "Cum on my panties for me," she said between moans. "Pleaseeeeee?" We sat there watching each other as we masturbated. She loved being watched and bit her lower lip as she neared orgasm. Her fingers were dancing as they begin to fly faster up and down her pussy. She slid a finger in and thrust it deep inside while her thumb pressed down into her swollen clit. She titled her head forward and her wet glossy lips found a nipple. She sucked and bit down on it as she neared orgasm. She managed to kick the shoe off and slid her sock covered foot toward my crotch. She pressed her toes into me under my hard cock the top of her toes tickling my ball sack. She flipped her toes up, massaging my balls. I was in a state of pure animal lust as her foot teased my balls while I pumped my cock and watched her sweet innocent face transform into that of a naughty, horny girl. I was pumping my cock faster now trying to keep up. Her sexy expressions were driving me wild as she began to moan louder as short breaths escaped her glossy lips. She slid two fingers inside her soaking wet pussy and increased her pace. She jamming her fingers deep into her wet pussy getting herself off. We were both getting close to orgasm. Her body began to shake as she arched her back and continued to finger fuck her sweet young pussy. Her head was tossing back and forth as she moaned louder now. The tempo of her strokes increased even more and I kept pace pumping my cock faster in my fist. She kicked her legs wide. Her ankles flew out past my face as she spread her legs wide as she continued to tease and fuck her now hot pussy. It was amazing. My cock felt so good as I pounded it in my fist as I watched her finger fuck herself with her legs spread high and wide. Then in an instant it was over as we both sent juices exploding over our hands. I managed to catch my cum on her little panties and then used them to clean my manhood off. She smiled with a look of glowing satisfaction on her young tender face. "Thank you," she said as she stood and began to walk away. "You can keep my cum-covered panties. Next time, I think I'll buy a pair of high heels. "See you then." Shoe Store, The He smiled as he opened the door to the store and nearly skipped inside. He made his way to the back, forgetting to relock the door. Finally reaching the door to the stock room he slipped inside and went to his small office. He sat down happily in his chair and opened the side drawer. Inside, nestled behind his files he found the bottle...a Taylor-Fladget 40-year-old tawny port wine. He had bought it on year ago, and promised himself he would treat himself if he made it through the first year. With the economy in free fall, he wasn't sure quite how he'd done it. But somehow, he'd managed to keep his upscale shoe store in business. As he carefully opened the bottle of port, he joked to himself that Chanel and Louis Vuitton never go out of style for those with the deep pockets. After preparing himself a glass, he closed his eyes and savored his success for a minute before finally taking a sip. He lost himself in the moment, grateful he would have another 3 hours before opening up shop. He could really enjoy himself for a bit, get some extra paperwork done, and he didn't have to rush. After about 15 minutes of relaxation, he finally remembered he hadn't locked the door. So, he got up and went back to the store front only to pause mid stride at the doorway when he saw the woman eyeing the Gucci thigh-high boots he had on display. They were simple with violet leather, with high heels and an inside zipper and what appeared on the ankle to be a collar with a gold buckle. He paused for a long moment, before deciding to go over and help her. "Thank you for stopping in," he said warmly. "You have a good eye, those boots would look exquisite on you." The woman blushed slightly, "Thank you. I was wondering...could I try them on?" "Of course, I'm not officially open, but I want to help you. Can I just lock the door quick so no one else comes in?" The woman nodded in response, and quickly locked the door before asking what size shoe she wore. "Seven and a half," she responded. She went over to the comfortable fitting chair and sat down. She was wearing a long sleeved mini dress, with a deep V-neckline that plunged to a violet leather wide belt, her only jewelry was a gold ring on her right hand. The neckline tastefully showed off the valley between her breasts perfectly, and the way the shimmering silver softly draped over her, her hair failing to delicate ringlets across her shoulders, she seemed the vision of a gossamer fairy...especially he looked at her blue eyes. Catching himself staring, he quickly recovered, "I'm sure we'll have a pair in your size, I'll be right back." He walked to the back room calmly, but as soon as he got there he dashed to find the right boot. Emerging back to the store front, his heart skipped a beat when he saw her. She had taken off both of her shoes, and placed one foot up on the foot ramp. Her knee now came up above her hip, and the loose fabric of the mini dress had fallen back slightly to reveal just the wisp of the top of her gartered stockings. He quickly sat himself on the stool, with the foot ramp, her stocking foot between his legs, and he looked up at her eyes, deliberately trying not to fixate on her legs. "Here we go, let me put these on you so you can see how they fit," he said with a smile. "Thank you," she replied and let him take her foot by the heel. As he lifted, the hem of the mini dress crept higher, exposing the top of her gartered stockings and a glimpse of her flesh. He carefully slipped the boot on and zipped it up slowly. Then rather than letting the foot go down, she crossed her legs slightly with resting the leg with the bare foot rest on the knee of the now booted foot. This time the hem crept all the way to her waist. So that once the second boot was on and she placed the foot back on the ground, you could see where the legs met. He could not help but to look, and admire as she silently opened her knees and thrust her hips forward so her butt rested on the edge of the chair. He could the recently waxed bare flesh of her pussy, and he mutely leaned in and pressed his face into her pussy. His eyes looked up long enough to see her smiling down at him. She grabbed the hair on the back of his head and pulled him tighter against her flesh, smothering him firmly. His hands wrapped around the back of her boots and gripped her calves. "Now isn't that better?" she asked. He nodded silently in response. She grinned mischievously, "I've been watching you for a long time. It started out looking at these boots, but you...I can't take my eyes off of you." He began to kiss against her pussy, opening his mouth like he was giving her a French kiss. His tongue began to probe and slide. Moving around and over her clit with a firm tongue, at times slow, and at times thrumming rapidly, his breath became more and more laborious as he strained to breath while being smothered into her pussy. While he worked her pussy, she clenched her thighs around his head and locked her legs, one boot over the other, and pressed the heel into his back as she began to buck her hips up against his mouth. They rode like that for 10 minutes, his cheeks and her thighs getting wetter and wetter, and teeth clenched as she moaned. She began to dig her heels into his back and grind fiercely against him, his breathing stopped as he was completely smothered. She rode him like that for 30 seconds before gushing forcefully, her wetness washing over his face as she screamed through clenched teeth. His breathing came back strongly and he began to rub over her clit fiercely with his stiffened tongue. She rode him again, standing up and thrusting her hips violently against his head, which she held in a vice-like grip. After a few minutes more she drove him to his back and sat on his face, her knees going wide so she could once again smother him with her pussy. Her hips raising and then diving down atop him, she rode his mouth with glee. She suddenly began to raise her hips up and then slam down into him. She went faster, and faster and began to grunt loudly. After a moment lifted her hips slightly and shot her cum all over his face. Finally, she sat back on his chest and put her knees up, her boots inches from his face. "Now it's your turn. I want to wear a present out. I want you to stain the back of my dress with your cum," She said with a grin. He obliged quickly, squirming as he opened his pants enough to get his hard cock out, while she carefully kept balanced on his chest. "Start rubbing, hurry," she said as she began rubbing her own clit in turn. He began rubbing the bottom of his cock rapidly with his right hand while he began to groan beneath her. It wasn't but a few minutes before he erupted with a scream, his cum shooting up at her and splattering over her back and waist. She then laid back, her head resting between his thighs, her hair entangling with his cock, and she began to jam her fingers into her pussy. Now she rode herself on top of him, until she could find one more head spinning orgasm. Finally it came and ripped through her, she began flailing atop him as the orgasm swept through her body for over a minute. Finally she collapsed atop him, panting rapidly as her heart pounded in her chest. They rested like that for several minutes before the woman brought her hands up and raised them in front of her face. She tenderly switched the ring to her left ring finger and smiled, "Honey, congratulations on your one year anniversary. I knew you could do it. Now I have to run, John will be getting out of preschool in 2 hours and I need to go get showered before I pick him up. See you at home." He wasn't so quick to recover. As she got off of him and straightened her skirt, he just closed his eyes. Barely registering her voice as she said she loved him, he could only smile and whisper his love in return.