Message-ID: <40430asstr$1042503002@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: GraphicText@aol.com X-Original-Message-ID: <2b.35e9f18b.2b54462c@aol.com> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 13 Jan 2003 11:41:16 EST Subject: {ASSM} Footloose Females (mc,FF, ft) by Graphic Text X-Original-Subject: Story for posting Date: Mon, 13 Jan 2003 19:10:02 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: newsman, hecate Footloose Females (mc,FF, ft) by Graphic Text These sexy feet needed a pair of really great high heels to hold their own compared to the rest of my firm, curvy body, and a face even a superstar would envy. Not easily done because the calves just above my pretty ground mounts blossomed to full and delicious, and they connected to creamy, perfectly proportioned thighs that work outs in the gym kept strong enough to trap a head with a lapping tongue in just the right position. My skinny waist accented my slightly smaller than normal breasts, and my golden blonde hair spilled down to tickle my nipples when I ran around nude. What chance did even the sexiest feet have if not presented in an eye-catching wrapping? The store itself looked immaculate and I felt surprised to see only one customer at the sales register with the lady clerk. The young and ruggedly handsome man paid his bill and turned to leave quickly. Although I only looked at him for an instant before he went out the door, I could have sworn he had a full blown erection behind those trendy tight pants, and I know his ass had the kind of athletic fullness that makes me drool whenever I see one. "Are you closing," I asked? "In a few minutes." The saleswoman looked up from the register and ran her eyes up and down from my hair to heels. " Just let me change and lock up, and I'll help you with anything you need before I go," the tall woman with short black hair responded in a deep voice. "I'd like to see some red stilettos," I said. "Sure. Just sit down and relax for a little. Watch our store video, and I'll be with you in short order," she baritoned. I sat in one of the large, fully upholstered armless chairs, and made myself comfortable. On the wall, directly in front of me, a huge video screen flashed pictures of shoes with regular strong bursts of color in between. It looked like words popped on the screen too, but they came so fast I couldn't make them out. I focused intently on the beautiful shoes, and felt pulled along by the rhythm of the changing images. I couldn't tell you how much time passed before I realized the female clerk knelt before me and almost reverently began removing my shoes from my feet. I did feel very confident that I could depend on this clerk totally to satisfy my needs. She cradled each calf gently in her hand as she slowly separated my patent leather high heels from the nylon pantyhose that luxuriously surrounded me from bellybutton to toe tips. As if in slow motion, I watched the shoe drop from the rounded back of my foot. It almost tickled as it slid along the bottom, across the high arch to lotion softened sole, and simultaneously revealed my toes from cleavage to passion red nails as if it were a curtain rising on an off color play with totally naked actors daubed with blazing body paint. The clerk raised each shoe close to her face and paused the length of an inhalation - to read the maker's label I suppose. Then she placed them next to each other almost ceremoniously, and looked up at me again, and spoke. She pointed to her name tag as she did. "My name is Gillian and I'm here to serve you. Store policy requires you to remove your pantyhose while I fit your shoes." My ears took in what she said to me, but my eyes were fixated on her name tag, as if it provided a signal to me that anything Gillian said would be all right for me to do. My gaze traveled from her name to the space between her loosely hanging breasts. The tank top she changed into differed greatly from the formal blouse and jacket she wore when I entered the store. Without a bra and additional covering, Gillian could be seen as having a muscular body that could rival a man's, but breasts only a transsexual or a stripper dreamed of having. And right now the nipples were erect enough to show an inch beyond the tantalizing feminine curvature, and hard to the point of almost poking through the fabric. Perhaps I should have realized something seemed odd, but I didn't. I stood, and slid both hands behind my short skirt, and tucked them into my panty hose. I enjoyed the feeling as they traveled across my butt, down my legs, and off my feet in one slow sweeping motion, no doubt flashing myself (because I never wear anything underneath) from labia to toenails at Gillian who sat strategically positioned at crotch level. The look on her face revealed her pleasure at viewing my long, firm and flexing legs as I slipped off the pantyhose. Just to tease, I handed the hose to Gillian then proceeded to try to drive her mad with desire. I lifted both feet and hooked my heels on the edge of the chair front. I spread my knees wide and reached between my muscular calves and rubbed my hands along the top of each foot. This fully flashed my genitals and squeezed my tits together underneath my tight sweater, and moved them out and back like balloons being blown up larger then released slightly. The nipples became puffy and red and swollen on the out swing. While making my breasts as inviting as possible with my upper arms, I repeatedly inserted my fingertips in the slits between my toes fanning and separating the luscious little lollipops as if to stimulate each one like ten little clits wanting to be masturbated to produce a machine gun orgasm. Gillian's eyes jumped from my teasing titties to my deviating digits, and she brought her hand to her chest and extended her middle finger to catch a drop of sweat before it disappeared into the valley between her nippled mountains. She checked to see I was watching as she casually placed her finger between her full red lips and sucked off the body brine like a baby to the bottle. As she removed the finger from the lips wrapped around them, a juicy suction sound signaled the separation. Her tongue snaked from her parted lips and the finger gently circled the tip to deposit the last salty sensation for erotic delight - hers and mine. "Yes, you must feel so much better now," lovely Gillian suggested. " But let me take your foot now." She reached out her hands and covered mine sending a thrill of contact through me as she indicated I should allow her hands to replace mine. "Do you know there are places on the feet that correspond and control different parts of the body and different attributes of the mind," she asked? "I have studied reflexology and accupressure for years to pinpoint locations and effects." "No, I --I --" and her fingers palpated places that consigned my mind to a dreamy place where I watched Gillian examining my feet closely and touch very specific spots. I just loved the sexy feelings that happened as she manipulated my bare feet. Her fingers sent a buzzing feeling to my breasts that radiated to the tips of my nipples. She touched a place on the bottom of my foot that made my clitoris tingle, and like a morning clock when the alarm goes off my eyes went wide when a small orgasm erupted from my vagina and quaked through my body like a low voltage electrical shock. "You look flushed --" she smiled obviously pleased with my reaction. "Naomi," I obediently provided my name. "You look flushed Naomi. Since it's after hours and only the two of us here, I think it would be all right to take off your top so you'll be more comfortable. And you want me to help with it, don't you?" "Yes, please," I responded without reservation, and not surprised at my absence of hesitation. But I didn't want her to be long away from whatever she was doing to my instep. Gillian stood, came around behind me, deftly slipped off my sweater and put it aside. It felt like having my own personal maid, so attentive to my every comfort, so willing to see to my every need. As she removed my top, I watched the pulsating video screen in front of me. My tits sat high on my chest after the cashmere slid across them and my nipples stood at attention. "You feel better now don't you." Gillian said. And I did feel better having been freed from the troublesome clothing. I leaned back in the chair and sighed, and my head gently came to rest on the top of the backrest. This gave me a breathtaking view of Gillian's hardened abdominals and massive mammaries. "You won't mind if I do the same. We may as well both be comfortable." "Yes, we should both be comfortable." And I couldn't help but want to see more of her wonderful breasts. Gillian removed her tank top, and her breasts were even more magnificent than I imagined. Twin globes of succulent femininity topped with cinnamon sticks that almost made me weep with desire. Her fingertip went behind my neck and put gentle pressure beside one of my vertebrae. "That's it, relax now Naomi. Just relax. Let your tension melt away. Your satisfaction is very important to me, and I know you have important needs to be met. You've come here for something new and I can help you, but you must release yourself. My skills can be applied all over the body including your breasts. The benefits are many, and I would be happy to give you a demonstration. You'd like that wouldn't you?" As she asked her finger pressed slightly harder at the point of contact at my neck. "Mmmmmmm --" was all I could respond. Gillian's hands went to my breasts - squeezing, rubbing, pinching, kneading, smoothing, teasing, tempting, stimulating, exciting. All the while her mouth watering melons swung a tongue flick from my face, back and forth, back and forth. As her hands ratcheted up my libido with every stroke around my love globes and sweep across my tit tips, my eyes worshipped her perfect breasts, and my hunger to embrace and caress and kiss them mounted. Finally, when I grabbed one of Gillian's breasts in both hands and sucked the stiff nipple so hard it touched the back of my throat - it seemed as natural as sucking cock. As I left lipstick marks from hungry kisses and saliva trails from passionate licking, my body hummed with undeniable pleasure. I couldn't imagine why I had never made love to a woman before this, and how I could ever stop now. Gillian let out an audible moan " Ahhhhhh --Yes baby, mama likes that!" and her hands found a way to increase my enjoyment as well. The time that passed while I suckled each breast in turn can only be measured in heartbeats of increasing physical bliss or tides of deepening lust. As I worshipped Gillian's busty treasures with my mouth, her moans told me how much she enjoyed the oral attention. Finally I had to stop for a moment to catch my breath and Gillian spoke, "Take off the rest of your clothes now Naomi," the Goddess Gillian dictated, and I eagerly complied. While I did so, Gillian came around in front of me again and removed the loose shorts she wore and posed stark naked in front of me. Her body shined like a weight trainer's fantasy. Strong, large, well-defined muscles, almost masculine in their shape, except the huge female hemispheres crowning her chest, and the deep red aureoles with inviting stiffened, glistening projections in their middle. And her shaved vagina, dripping wet with arousal and showing just the tip of an abnormally large, sex starved clitoris peeking between swollen vaginal lips. I could hardly wait to wrap my mouth on that sweet gherkin, and flick it with my tongue until I felt orgasmic shudders take control of that muscled frame. Gillian knelt and picked up my foot and placed it on her breast while she manipulated different areas. I used my other foot and began to curl my toes to pinch her nipples, and move my foot to caress her tits, while I instinctively began to stroke my clitoris and move my hips to please myself and tease Gillian on to more erotic stimulation. Her thumbs went to the insteps of my feet and her fingers played the tops as she lifted my new erogenous zones to her mouth and used tongue and lips and cheeks and nose to provide new pleasure. Her breathing quickened and I felt certain that for Gillian every square inch beyond my ankles were a sex organ. She even made love with her teeth - nibbling and pinching as her enthrallment with my extremities raised to frenzy. I went dizzy with the reverberating waves of erotic fulfillment that swept across me too. I twitched as her nimble fingers and knowledgeable tongue pressed spots that made my thighs tingle, my clit buzz, my asshole twitch, and my nipples sizzle. At different times, my ear felt like it had a tongue wiggling inside it, and my mouth felt like it was sucking a coming pussy. I could swear my ass had an eight inch cock sliding in and out. One hand seemed to be fisting an Amazonian vagina, and the other jerking off a donkey. The whole time I masturbated or brought my tit to mouth to lick my nipple, and finally I spit on my finger and slowly stuck it up my ass to the third knuckle and swirled it around slowly and lecherously. Anything to further the pleasure I felt, and seduce the woman at my feet. Gillian watched me the entire time likely knowing the maddening ecstasy that filled my sweating body, and she became visibly turned on by my horny self-stimulation. She opened her legs wide as my free bare foot slid down her sinuous belly and began to rub gently at heaven's entryway. Gillian's sex juice lubricated her portal of Venus and the steady motion of my burrowing foot allowed me limited entry to her liquid filled opening. Instinctively my first two toes surrounded her elongated sex willow and traveled from the base to the tip of the short shaft and back again. Her eyes closed in obvious focus on the toe stroking between her legs, and she let out a muffled cry of pleasure as I entered her love canal with my pedestrian erection. Slowly and repeatedly, I watched her body respond to my patient and persistent strokes. Gradually, our give and take of lecherous cravings and wanton debauchery synchronized in an insane mutual pleasuring of ever increasing magnitude. Balanced on the edge of bliss, we pushed the threshold of explosion continually higher as we climbed the ladder of lesbian lovemaking to new heights. When I thought I could take no more and would pass out, she stood up, and threw a leg over mine while still gripping one foot. Now her back was to me, and my leg passed between hers, my shin felt her breasts slapping from side to side, and she began to suck my toes like a candy starved sugar addict goes after tootsie rolls. Flattening her tongue to maximize contact while she vacuumed in each tasty little digit as if it were a thick spaghetti strand she had to suck and slide across her wanting taste buds. Her sopping cunt humped against my leg, and I felt her giant erect clitoris sliding up and down as it kept cadence to Gillian's throbbing quest for orgasm. My thoughts quivered to feed my ever increasing lust as Gillian ran her mouth up and down my big toe like she was giving a blow job to the devil's sex knob. Pulsing waves of passionate hunger coursed through me as I buried my fingers in my dripping, throbbing genitals. Then my gaze fell on the hypnotic pumping of Gillian's ass cheeks as she sought to bring herself to climax on my leg. I couldn't help myself from grabbing her hips and biting, licking, kissing and sucking those rippling buttocks. The smell of her nether hole called to something primal in me, and I pushed my cheeks into her butt crack, and her forceful flexing pulled me deeper. My lips touched her puckering anus and immediately I began to tongue fuck her ass hole as if trying to reach her G spot from the backside. This drove her over the edge. As she orgasmed, she lapped with abandon between my toes, and put pressure on the ball of my foot so that I too came screaming and breathless in an orgasm that overloaded every nerve and pleasure center in my anatomy. We both stiffened, and spasmed, and yelled - again and again and again - and then fell to the floor in a jumble of sweat soaked limbs, hair, and redefined erogenous body parts. I lost consciousness with Gillian's enormous clit half way in my mouth determined to find a way to deep throat it while my tongue slurped and swirled with prideful depravity around the inside of her vagina. The next thing I remember is being fully clothed and seated in my car with a shoebox next to me. When I opened the box, it held the most beautiful red stiletto heels I had ever seen, and they were perfectly fitted to my individual requirements. I smiled to think of "customer satisfaction" being carried to a new level. I also decided I would need to return to the shoe store for some black leather thigh high boots very soon. <1st attachment begin> <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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