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Denise
06-24-2007, 05:40 PM
This is one of my older stories, but based on a true event... I'm bad, I know.




Reach out and touch faith.

Jeremy was a real man. He had come from a poor family, and worked full time since he was 13 to ensure that he wouldn’t be living fist-to-mouth like his father. He put himself through college and had gotten a degree in pharmaceuticals with dreams of owning his own ********. Not the most lucrative career choice, but he could make you believe that it was his ticket to the good life in one single conversation. I admired him, and respected almost every facet of his life. That exception being his wife. What is it with guys who settle for women that they’re quite frankly too good for? I love men, and everything about them, and I realize that love is blind. Still, this handsome 6’4” ambitious man with icy blue eyes that could stare a hole right through you settled for a fat pig who was, quite frankly, a leech. Maybe I could excuse his being attracted to her if they were simply dating, but how he can actually look at her everyday and remain confident in the fact that he wants to spend the rest of his life with her is very much beyond me.

I’m not a home wrecker. I’m a 5’1”, 90 lbs. 24 year old law student, with long blond hair that reaches the small of my back, that was born into a rich family, blessed with stellar genetics and quite capable of getting any man that laid eyes on me. No, my mission was simple: I wanted to give Jeremy a taste of what a real woman is. I’d rationalized that I was doing something charitable. Hell, I was.

We’d been spending a lot of time together, and the more I was around him, the more I became attracted to him. I could sense that he was guiltily starting to feel the same. Those amazing eyes were finding it harder and harder to make direct eye contact with mine, and I could feel them studying my body when he thought I wasn’t looking. I asked him to call one day because I needed some ‘medical advice’ for a relative, which was, of course, a lie. I had a whole other set of intentions in mind.

“Hello?”

“Denise?”

“Jeremy! Hi… how are you?”

“Not bad, you?” he said. In being so wrapped up fawning over his physical appearance, I forgot one other element that made him sexy as hell. His voice. He had a very calm, laid back, smoky sort of voice, like a blues musician. Coupled with a Jersey/Italian accent, his voice was enough to make you fall in love with him after only one conversation.

“I’m alright,” I said. “Do you mind if I put you on speaker phone? I just got out of the shower and I don’t want to drop the phone or anything stupid.”

“Uh… yeah, sure.” Heh. Oh Jeremy, I know what you’re thinking. Don’t worry, babe; we’ll get to discuss that soon enough.

Click

“OK… so what’s up? How are you and Michelle doing?”

“Uh… not bad. She’s just out raping my credit card balance. The usual.”

I laugh. What a fucking parasite she is. “Is she getting herself something special?”

“No,” he said, and his voice cracked into laughter. “Clothes, probably.”

“Lingerie?” I’m evil. And quite frankly sick, seeing as how I inspired myself to picture that fat wreck in the world’s largest teddy.

“I hope not,” he laughs. “I shouldn’t really say that…”

“Haha… you love her. I’m sure you wouldn’t mind if she came back with a few sets of lingerie.” Yeah, and the thought of having your gums shaved down seems like a very pleasant Saturday afternoon event.

“If it makes her happy,” he laughs. “So, about this thing your relative has…”

“She was prescribed something yesterday.”

“Oh… what was wrong, anyway?”

“Depression. They put her on ***** and… hey, can you hold on a minute? I just wanna put something on.”

“Sure…” I was actually sitting there fully dressed, and completely dry, although that might change in a minute. I put the phone on mute for about ninety seconds and let him sit there being tortured by the thought of me completely naked. Actually… I was starting to get wet already. That’s a pretty amazing feat in itself, considering that the thought of his wifey in lingerie still lingered in my mind like memories of a horrible car accident.

“OK babe… sorry.”

“No problem,” he says, half sounding like he’s lost in thought. “So um… *****. Honestly… probably not the best option…”

“What would you have recommended?”

“Depending on the severity of her depression… probably Lexipro and *****. I’m no psychiatrist though, so what the fuck do I know?”

We both laugh.

“Oh come on. You probably know a lot more than you give yourself credit for.”

“Doubt it,” he says. Could he be thinking about my aunt’s non-existent condition or the fact that he married Moma Cass incarnate?

I moan and immediately pardon myself.

“Huh?” he asks after a several second delay.

“I was just rubbing this cream on my legs, and on my feet… always just kind of… yeah,” I continue to laugh. Take the bait. Take the bait. I sort of quietly pray to myself that he doesn’t think I’m a weirdo and makes some excuse for having to go. He just laughs.

“For a second I thought you had some sort of medical diagnosis fetish.”

“No. I have way better fetishes than that.”

Dead silence. I listened intently for the sound of his phone clicking off, but I didn’t hear anything.

“Like what?”

Yes! Yes! I’m in! I’m in! “I just sort of have this thing… with my feet… it’s kind of weird.”

“Yeah? Like what?” No hesitation in his voice now. He may just listen for his own personal enjoyment and then take care of himself later, but I aimed to listen in here and now.

“I just…” I laugh and feign embarrassment. “Ah… I um… I just really love… having a guy touch them. It sort of… well… you know…”

“There’s a lot of pressure points in the foot,” he says and I start to think that I do have ‘some sort of medical diagnosis fetish.’ “It’s actually a really sensual area of the body…”

“Mmm,” I moan again. “God, sorry. I’m just sort of…”

“Sort of what?”

I giggle and moan yet again.

“Well… just sort of talking about it gets me a little… kinda… wet. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t even be saying this…”

“It’s alright,” he says and his voice gets a hundred times deeper in mid-air. “I sort of have a foot thing with girls too. When I give full body massages, I like to start there first and…”

“Mmm,” and this time I seriously mean it. Full body massage? A shared foot fetish? Is it too late to take back that not-being-a-home-wrecker comment? “Work your way up, huh?”

“Oh yeah. But I won’t just gloss over them. I’ll really work that one spot of the foot that transitions into the heel. It’s probably the most sensual part of the foot…”

I breathe heavily, bite my lip and groan. Maybe he should’ve gone to school and studied podiatry? How hot would that have been?

“Jeremy,” I say before my speech collapses under the weight of sheer ecstasy. “Are you hard?”

“Fuck yeah.”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m just sort of rubbing my cock through my shorts…”

“Take it out.”

“It’s out.”

I run my index finger up and down the slit of my tight little pussy, teasing myself just a little. This is going to be too much fun to let myself come as quick as I know I can.

“Have you ever gotten a foot-job?”

“What’s that?”

“Mmm… well. Picture this,” and now one finger goes half-way in. Resist! Resist!

“I have this spot by my bedroom door. It has these two steel circular things where I usually hang my coat on. But sometimes, if I’m feeling a little kinky, I’ll hand cuff a guy to them and just tease them for hours and hours.”

He moans. I knew he was the kinky type. Just fucking knew it.

“Are you stroking it?”

“Mmm… yeah… so what is a…”

“Well,” I interject and let him go back to stroking in peace. “I’ll sit down in front of you while you’re handcuffed and reach my legs up to your body. Then, I’ll take your cock and put it between each foot and jerk you off.”

“Fuck… God, that’s so hot...”

“Picture me… handcuffing you there and running my tongue from your neck, down your chest, your stomach and then across your waist line.”

No words. Just heavy breathing. And with that, I insert the full finger in. I haven’t had sex in awhile so it’s a struggle to insert the whole thing inside of me. And I have really thin fingers. “I lick over your cock through your pants, then grip it tight and go back to licking across your waistline. I keep my grip on your cock and go back to your chest… I suck lightly on your nipples, and start to slowly unzip your jeans.”

More heavy breathing. It’s a struggle to fit both my ring and index fingers inside of me, but they eventually slide in easier as I’m getting wetter.

“I pull your pants off even slower and drop back down to my knees. I blow on the head of your cock… just to tease you and watch it ache. I get closer… and closer… but I don’t put my mouth on it. I just blow all over the head, and down the shaft, watching it get stiff... and hearing you beg… beg for me…”

“God, please Denise… please…”

“Heh… I don’t think so, pet. I sit back and hold myself up with my hands. I lean one foot towards you, rubbing your inner thigh, caressing it up and down with my small foot. Then I take the other and start rubbing your other thigh…”

“Please…” Mmm… he learns fast.

“That’s right, beg me, pet.”

“Please Denise… God, I want you so fucking bad…”

“I put one foot under your balls and rub it over them. I work my way slowly up your shaft, and grip it softly with both feet, feeling it tighten even more between them, watching your balls get nice and hard…”

“P-uh-lease…”

“Stroking it baby?”

“Y-Yes.”

“Slow.”

He breathes heavily. “Alright.”

“I work my feet around your cock slowly, and begin rubbing my tight little pussy through my panties just to drive you crazy. I slide one foot under your cock and push it up flat against your stomach, rubbing my over it and then move it back down. I again grab your cock hard between each foot and begin working you faster and harder, watching you writhe against the wall… stroke it faster, pet.”

I can actually hear him picking up speed. He must have a huge cock.

“I pull my panties the side and start fingering my pussy while I’m working your cock with my feet. You’re begging me to let you come, but I ignore you and just keep fucking myself and stroking your cock.”

“Fuck… please Denise… let me…”

“Faster… faster… oh God, Jeremy… I think I might...”

“Please… together… please…”

“I get back on my knees and continue fingering myself. I finally put you inside of my mouth and work your shaft up and down… vibrating it with the hums from my orgasm growing near.”

Oh… fuck! I’m almost… almost… “Oh… mmm… Jeremy… fuck… oh baby… baby, I’m gonna deep throat you… fuck, I’m gonna make you come all down my throat… I’m gonna… gonna…”

“Denise… oh fuck, I’m gonna come…”

“Come with me.”

“Fuck, Denise… God…”

“Come on baby… shoot that big load down my throat… I’m gonna… God, down my throat Jeremy… down my… mmm.”

“Fuck!”

“Fuck!”

“Fuck!” and he lets out a big roar to combat my very vocal, high-pitched orgasm. My eyes roll back and for a second I’m expecting to see the inner region of my skull. I nearly fall out of my chair, but I don’t, and my back presses hard into it instead, but I’m falling fast… fast… nearly to the ground… but then my eyes come down from space and I position myself again. Now I’m hunched over in the chair, breathing heavily, coming back down to earth, nearly giggling at how perfect that was.

“Did you come hard?” I ask.

“Fuck… yeah… I haven’t come that hard since…”

“I know,” I laugh evilly. “Not since before Michelle, huh?”

“Don’t bring her up right now,” he laughs, with a quiet tone of understanding that what I just said was exactly the case.

“Yeah, I guess I should sort of get myself off of my knees… get back up to face you… look you right in your eyes and swallow hard…”

“Fuck… lets do it again..”

“Nope. But do tell Michelle that I said hi, would ya?”

I hang up.

davesmistress
06-24-2007, 10:58 PM
Thanks for the story and welcome to the Forum...:)

freedom
06-24-2007, 11:26 PM
Thanks for sharing that with up...hope to see more soon!

Denise
06-25-2007, 03:33 AM
Thanks guys! Oh, and I saw the edit. I guess I should have worded it a little better. I meant that the guy in the story had worked since he was 13 years old, not that he was 13 at the time lol... (he was 21 btw, I'm a good girl :))

davesmistress
06-25-2007, 03:43 AM
HAhaah thats ok...we all miss stuff now and then...we just prefer that anybody that is given an age is 13 at the youngest.....;)

Badlybent
06-25-2007, 09:28 AM
A very sensuous story. Thanks for a good read. I enjoyed it a lot.