--- continued from part four ---

I went out of the shoe store, my legs shaking with all the excitement and sex I had experienced. Yet adrenaline pumping through me had made me more ravenous for sex and all the more flamboyant. Here I was in the middle of the shopping district, walking the sidewalk in a stretch mini red dress and 5 inch pointed stilettos. Well I had to give it to the shoes, they were one of the best I had walked on, considering their height, I could even dance on them I figured.

There were a few cars slowing down in passing, but I did not turn and look as I did not want to look inviting, and could feel the cars filled with a few men, which I did not call for at the moment. I guessed they were making me out to be some kind a of a prostitute but I did not really care. My head was sexed-out to the max, I did not even fear being picked up by the cops and harassed and/or abused.

Then a car passed me by and stopped a few meters in the front. I did not really like the idea so much as I did a few moments ago, but I walked on confidently on my stilettos none the less.

Front window rolled down and a youngish woman called out to me:

- Hey. Wanna ride?
- Nope thanks I'm fine.

I was checking her out while she was doing the same thing. Only reason I had stopped and turned was that it was a woman calling out to me and not some testosterone driven monkey.

- Come on now. You look too beautiful and styled to be a working girl. I guess you are thrill-seeking as we are...

She gestured into the car, there was a youg man in the driver seat as another one in the back. They looked to be dressed for a party of some sorts.

- ...and single males cost more than couples. We could take you in as his date. Don't worry he is too str8 to hit on you on the way.

- Well I was sort of heading home...
- Come now, you cannot walk on these streets for too long.

And she was right of course. I was bound to head into trouble, and they seemed civil enough, so when the boy in the back opened the back door, I decided to hop in. Introductions all around was followed by some shot drinks all around, which I gulped down to ease my thirst, and ended up burning inside as well as outside.

I felt my face flushing with alcohol and adrenaline.

"Red becomes you, and I love those shoes. They must have cost arm and a leg." said the girl which I replied: "Not an arm and a leg, but something much more actually."

We all laughed, she went on:

- Well here is the thing, we are going to a fetish party and entrance is cheaper to couples, and ladies like yourself count as well, so we thought we could take you in and he could pay for both of you. It's a win-win situation and we'd really like to make an entrance.

Saying this she slipped out of her coat and oh my, she had the sexiest black mini-dress I have seen. With a deep V front that exposed her ample breasts and finishing just after her crotch, the dress was made of some expensive silk and Lycra mixture, shining and reflecting light at every angle.

We then entered a underground garage of a high-rise building overlooking the Bosphorus. Boys put us off at the entrance to the elevator and went on to park the car. I shivered in the cold, and felt her leaning against me "for warmth." I could feel her hardened nipples touching my ribs. She was nearly as tall as me and dressed in equally expensive stilettos herself. Her toes were painted red, though a more shiny red in comparison to my blood-reds. Her lips were plush, her black hair touching her shoulders, her green toned eye make-up accentuating her hazel eyes to a sea green haze. Her ass was stretching the mini dress to it's limits, her legs were shaped and sparkling in the light of the parking lot.

- ...and they smell of cinnamon in addition to sparkling...

She said guessing my thoughts.

- ...have some in my bag, you can try in the dressing room before we go in.

- Try what? Cem said.
- Try my sparkles darling.
- Let's go in, the elevator is here.

This was Levent, and we complied. The elevator was carpeted and warm, in contrast to the cold parking lot. Levent pressed 24 and I felt the elevator lurch on. We arrived on floor 24 shortly.

A very courteous body-guard looking men greeted us in the entrance, boys paid up and we were ushered into the dressing room. I could hear people laughing and talking behind the heavy curtain. Also some light music could be heard in the background.

- "Come..." she said, "let's do our make-up while the boys are getting ready." and she led me into a spacious bathroom.

- "Here is the sparkling cream, let me put on some on your legs." she said, and kneeleing in front of me and started oiling my legs. I could feel my penis hardening and involuntarily fixed it's position. "You like this then, mmmm... so I gather you are bi..."
- Well in fact I am "try."

We both laughed. She got up and slid her dress down.

- Now you do me!
- You ARE kinky.

So I started oiling her breasts and back with the same sparkling oil. We were heating up and smelling like a bakery, cinnamon smell filling my notrils was makine me hornier still. "Yessss!" she pussed and pulled back her dress. Then we went on to apply some lipstick and wathing ourselves in the mirror.

When we went back out boys were ready and waiting, Cem had dressed in leather briefs and a letaher and chains body harness, while Levent was dressed in some kind of a black military uniform style.

- "You three have fun." Levent said and went inside. "Happy hunting." Cem shouted back, while the girl had taken out two leashes and were fixing them on Cem's collar. She handed one to me and said

- Keep him on a short leash, all the time, he is a bit disobedeint these days. Come now, take us into your arms and walk us in.

She commanded to Cem, her demeanor had changed and I felt the game was starting. We went in, and made quite an entrance, a slave owned by two long and slim dommes, one red and one black. She led us on to a tall bar table, and a waiter dressed only in white briefs, white gloves and a black bow-tie served us sparkling wine almost immediately. We were drawing attention as I was checking out the crowd my eyes met someone lookig directly at us on quite so much. All this attention was getting me horny as to be expected.

Then a submissive looking guy approched our table and started whipering to her ear, she listened and nodded for some time then asked the guy to kneel down and kis her feet for it, he complied subserviantly and she turned to me telling "you can keep Cem on a leash couldn't you, I have some 'business' to attend to..." and with this she disconnected her leash from Cem's collar and attached it to the kneeling guys pants and pulled him to a room at the other end of the apartment. So I turned to Cem;

- You don't talk much do you?
- Well she doesn't let me talk when she is around.
- So this might get you into trouble.
- I would'nt think so, she left you in charge so I have to do what you wish.
- Hmmm... really?
- Sure, I'm to serve you know until she wants me back, and from the look in her eyes it might take a while, we've got all night.
- So this is is not your first time here.
- The venue changes but this group meets bi-monthly. If we hang out here we will get people coming and offering services, or we can go round the rooms and watch people. There are two dungeon rooms, where you could tie people up and whip them and punish them if you please, or you could perform for the crowd on the stages here in this room, maybe there is also a rape room.
- Rape room?
- You go in, it's total darkness, and inside there are some people volunteered to be rapist-predators, armed with their night-vision googles they might rape you if they please.
- ...
- It's not that bad. All the room is covered with a soft lining and lubricated condoms are compulsory. It feels like light-rape really.

Before I could answer, a guy approached us and offered 'entertainment' to us, in the form to be snorted up the nostrils, which we obliged, and I suddenly knew it wasn't what I was expecting as unexpectedly I started to desire so much sex and dancing almost in about a minute. SO I pulled on Cem's leash and asked him to dance with me. We started to swing slowly in the light groove playing in the background. His hands went slowly down my slim waist to my buttocks, and I felt him push his penis up to mine, while squeezing my buttocks.

- Mmmm.. Aren't you frisky?
- I'm bi, and lovin' it.
- I don't do "men" I feel I should warn you then.
- No matter, she is the only one that can "do me!" as per our agreement, but everything else goes.
- You don't say? Oh my! A dancing pole! Come on let's dance on the pole.

I jumped on the mini stage and pulled his leash for him to follow me. I started dancing with the pole, swaying my hips erotically, doing 180 and 360 turns on the pole. He became my stool and my feet rest, while I rest my stiletto on his back and touched my oily sparkling legs, and sitting on him to open and close my legs towards the audience.

Suddenly I felt many eyes watching and understood that all the other lights had dimmed slowly leaving us in some sort of a spot-light. Our audience had grown and people were watching us intently. I spotted my compatriot and slaves real owner in the crowd and she nodded just so slightly and whispered something to the ear of her new-found young slave.

Powered by her nod, I slipped off my panties which were holding my penis back so hard anyway and pulled on the leash of Cem to put his mouth on my hardened penis. Crowd cheered, and I glimpsed Eda pulling on the leash of a boy only dressed with and erection ring fitted g-string made of chains. His hairless swimmers body was oiled and sparkled as he boarded the stage and I guessed he reeked cinnamon like the two of us.

Eda had donned some kind of a latex underpant with a thick black dong in the front, and immediately started entering Cem while we switched leashes and she handed me BOY3. He came closer and I smelled his body smelled jasmine instead. He went to my back and started slipping my dress over my head, I knew what he was going for so I pushed back my hips while putting one feet over Cem. While BOY3 started pushing inwards to me my eyes locked with Eda, she had entered fully into her boyfriend who was being stepped on by me and BOY3 entered me my penis got harder and moved involuntarily. BOY3 was good as he didn't push in right away or I had fucked so much tonight that I had become lax I wasn't sure until his cold erection ring touched my rim and I felt an enormously long penis pushing my boundaries. I was indeed lax and good too, or this would have hurt like hell. His hands went on to my penis but I pulled his leash to indicate my legs or body as I didn't like being touched there, and in turn I felt his penis push deeper in as the leash was tied to his cock-ring. I liked the feeling and started pulling him in rhythm to my hips swaying left and right with the music.

I felt Cem squirm under my heel as Eda pushed deeper in and started ramming him in the ass. She also took out a riding crop and handed it to me showing his buttocks. So I started whipping him in rhythm while he squirmed and sometimes even a meek scream escaped between his lips. Meanwhile BOY3 was getting faster and faster and my hips were not being able to sustain all the pressure so I was almost grateful when he started to come shuddering and twitching all over, and left the stage with a soft cheer from the crowd.

Eda asked me to "milk her sucker" and I went down on the floor on my back and slid under him taking his penis in my mouth, looking up I could see her dong going in and out all the way, his penis was erect and wet in my mouth. His mouth found my penis and enveloped it and started sucking me as I was sucking him, I relaxed and took his penis all the way in, deep-throating him and biting it in the rim while his tongue was circling my tip like mad. I felt Eda get faster and faster and his dick becoming enormous in my mouth and I came ih his mouth shortly after he came and filled my mouth with cinnamon flavored creamy pie.

Eda said "don't swallow it" and I felt her pushing Cem away from me. She laid onto me her mouth finding mine and sharing the cinnamon flavored cum sucking it from my lips. I felt her bare and hard nipples on my  body and figured out that she had stripped out of her dress as well. While we kissed and kissed her hands expertly spread my legs and I felt the hard and thick dong force-entering my asshole. Our bodies so oily and wet with sweat reeked of cinnamon, cum and sex. We melded into one on stage kissing and rubbing and touching, and suddenly I was on top of her swinging my buttock like hell and jumping up and down on her dong.

- "Let's fake it I'm beyond cumming for now." I said. So we got faster, our moaning and panting escalating, she was pulling out all the way and pushing harder and harder inside, I was beyond ejaculating but not cumming as it seems I lived the orgasm of pain and excitement while she cursed under her breath, twitched and shuddered and then collapsed over me.

- I couldn't fake it, it became real.
- Me neither.

Crowd was cheering and clapping, I heard the music get a little louder and conversations resume, someone served us some more sparkling wine, which we gulped in thirst.

- Let's get a shower and a full body massage, and then we can go home and continue.
- ...

--- And continue we did, but those records are sealed. ;) ---

It had been a week since my last escapade until I had the courage to visit my shoe salesman again. I painted my toes in red for the occasion hoping to contrast the black nylons I had been promised. I also matched the color of my nails, concealing my hands in my leather gloves, and marched out dressed in a red lycra mini dress under my regular clothes.

When I went by the shop there was two sales-men inside, so I stood outside browsing the shop window. He saw me and beckoned me in, so I took a deep breath and went inside.

He greeted me with a warm smile; "Welcome. We reserved the shoe you asked for." And then asked the other guy to go and get it from the back. When he went back he turned to me and told me that the guy was into CDs and he had told our adventure, if I liked him would also stay with us. Well he was nice-ish, a bit young perhaps, "what the hell" I thought and told him it was OK.

The apprentice came in with a paid of very lovely black t-bar platforms with 14 cm stiletto heels, and finished in shiny leather. I felt my insides rising, my feet wishing to feel the curevature of the soles. "I also got these." he said and produced a small bag from an expensive lingerie shop, "you can use the back room." I took the shoes and the bag and went into the store-room.

I took of my clothes and put on my make-up in the wash room, when I came out, they had closed the store shutters and waiting silently in the corner, whispering to each other. I opened the bag and found the sheerest stockings and a very elegant suspender belt in matching black lace. I put on the suspender belt and decided to give them a sexy show while putting on the stockings.

So I went back out to the shop and pulled one of the trial seats in front of the mirror. Watching myself in the mirror I parted my lips and gave them a sexy look while putting on the sheer stockings on very slowly. I could see them getting excited, their eyes focusing on my toes as I pulled the stockings up my legs. Then I slipped into those gorgeous heels, feeling the nylon sheering over the leather insoles, my feet arching with the contour of the shoes.

I got up and looked myself over in the mirror, I was so stunning with my red lips and matching lips and nails, and the sheerest stocking showing a little suspender under my super mini dress. I paraded around a little, getting used to the shoes, swinging my hips slowly and seductively, while they told me how sexy I was.

I went toward the older one, pushed his back to the wall and started kissing him on the mouth while rubbing my body against him. Very soon I felt the younger on my back, touching my ass very lightly, I edged him on a little with my ass but was very shy. So I decided to give my back to the older one, as hee semmed to know what to do, and turned to the youngster. He seemed to be stunned with excitement. "Go on. Stroke my legs. Touch my stockings." I said, and he obeyed immediately. Meanwhile, the older one was rubbing his body to my back, I could feel his hardness over the clothes. So I pressed my hips onto his hardness and started pushing the youg ones head to my legs. He started licking my stockings and caressing my ankles. I could fell my hardness threathening to rip aeay from my small tight satin panties. Meanwhile the older one was holding my hips and forcefully rubbing his hard penis to my buttocks.

Seeing that they were aroused enough, I pushed the younger one to the floor and started stepping on him with my 14 cm heel, I could see him squirm under my feet and all the while glimpsing under my mini dress. I was having a wonderful time, having two men make love to me while being able to watch myself in the mirrors all around the shop. I lovered my ass onto the younger ones face and asked him to lick my asshole, while I started giving the older one a blow job. I knew seeing my red lips around his tip and my red nails holding his penis was making him even harder. The lower ones rough touches were like blazing fire on my freshly waxed legs. I started putting some teeth in my blowjob, so that he couldn't come so quickly, my teeth numbed his tip and my hand was like a tight cockring around his shaft.

Suddenly, the young one started squeezing my ass really hard, so I pushed my ass all over his face, took my time there enough to make him gasp for air, when he commenced his caresses back, I eased my pressure and let him breathe, he was learning quick this young one. I felt my ass tighten and relax with anticipation and it was slicky enough with all the tounge action and saliva. Being a taste before use girl, I decided the older one was ripe enoguh to work my ass, and it aws time to see what kind of an equipment the younger one had.

So I got up, slipped out of my silky satin panties and put one knee on a stool, giving my ass to the older one to penetrate slowly, while I removed the younger ones trousers and freed his stiffened penis from the boxers. It was a good call to give my ass to the older one as the younger one had a thicker and fuller penis almost purple from all the blood rushing to it. I ordered him to keep his hands in the back, and never ever touch my head and started alternating my suckings and theethings, hoping he would not come so easily.

Suddenly I felt a sharp pain, as the older one rammed his half-way in penis to the full. It hurt and I bit the penis in my mouth. A hissing scream escaped between his teeth.

- You pain was his doing so feel free to slap him on the cheek!
- But...
- Your call.

He slapped the older one, albeit softly. I felt the older one become even harder, and he rammed me again. So I bit the younger ones' penis again.

- Ah!
- Slap him! Harder this time!

His slap was like a thunder on his other cheek. I turned and saw a red mark of the slap on his face.

- Now behave, and wait still inside me. Don't move your penis in or out, while I give him pleasure.

And I started sucking the younger one more eagerly and he started hissing and breathing deeply. When I felt my ass was accostumed to the hardness inside I started moving my hips, encouraging him to start fucking me. He was weary at first, but the I let him move faster and deeper, as my pleasure grew. He came very close to cumming, and I asked him to stop and either come on my shoes or feet. He stopped and pulled out, I made the younger one sit down and slowly sat on his thickness with my back turned to him. The older one sat on the floor, kissed my shoes, removed them and kissed my feet and sucked my toes. I was so moved that I started gyrating and swawing my hips in a slow dance on the thickess inside me. I was pole dancing while slowly sucking the pole inside me. The young one was tamed all right, he didn't try to push in or haste me in any-way. When I had him in me in full, I could feel his groaning from the vibrating shaft that connected us.

Meanwhile I juxtaposed my soles togerher and created a makeshift hose-vulva for the older one and he started fucking my feet while I danced my ass on the thickness inside me. Then the older one cameall over my feet. I felt the sticky hotness all over my soles and toes.

- Now lick them clean...
- But...
- No buts. It's your cum any way. It could be his too.

He obeyed, not out of obediance, but out of lust for fucking me again. When he strted licking them, I was so turned on that I found my g-spot and started ramming it to the thick penis inside me. I could feel him getting near the end as well, and I had to make sure I came, and did not want to masturbate for it. He lasted longer than I thought and I came voluntarily while he throbbed inside me. I was so lost in passion/agony moving my ass so fast on him, that I think I screamed a lot in the last few minutes of our fucking. When I came back and opened my eyes, I reliased that I had squirted my cum all over the older ones head and when he looked up, his face. He was looking a wee bit unhappy.

- Don't worry, it's a price everybody pays sometimes. Also makes your skin look younger.

With this we broke out in laughter. My ass was burning and hurting like hell. I left the young one sleeping, and made out with the old one a little, kissing standing up like high school kids. I took of my hoses, and told him to washand prepare them for next time, then I slipped on the lovely heels and my panties. When he saw me retouching my make-up he wondered;

- Isn't this a bit too slutty to be going on the street?
- Don't worry babe, with these heels I am unstoppable.

                            - to be continued -

That day I knew what I wanted, and I wanted it so bad. I wanted those pointy heels, and I wanted them bad. More over I wanted to show myself off to the shoe sales-man who I had identified to be a foot fetishist.

So I shaved my face, waxed my legs, silky smooth, and did my pedicure. Nail color was a bit hard, but I settled on black. With my toes painted and my legs prepared, I slipped my super-thin pantyhose and my panties under my pants and I was set to go.

I just use a little mascara and eye shadow to make my eyes stand out when I am going out semi en-femmé. Trying out peoples reactions and hiding them behind my sunglasses when I need to.

When I got to the store, I was shaking with excitement. My timing was perfect, the guy was alone, and there was only one customer. I went in pretending to browse the shop, and when the other customer left I walked and touched the shoes I desired.

The guy offered his help, and I asked if they had a size 9, and he told me I was holding it. I pretended to think some more, and he started telling me how elegant this shoe was, and perfect for complementing night dresses.

I smiled instinctively, thinking I had a better complement, and he was smiling as well, not looking at me, but looking at the pointed heels in my hand. That was it, "can I try these on?" I asked, he was silenced so long I nearly ran away, but he said "why not?"

I took of my shoes and slipped them on, observing my self on the mirror. Oh how nice they looked. I was captivated by image on the mirror and imagining how they would look with my silver tube dress that I forgot about the salesman for a while, then when I remembered him, I saw that he was leering at my feet. I got nervous and I nearly stumbled trying to walk on the pointy heels.

"Watch Out!" he said catching me in the waist, his hands were like fire where they touched me. I looked in his eyes and saw he was staring back into mine.

So, with all the femininity and seduction I could muster, I asked him if I could try the shoes with the dress I had, to see if they matched. He thought for a second and said; "there is a mirror in the store room if you want."

While I walked to the store room, and hardly I must add since shaking knees is hard to cope with on 8 inch spiked heels, I heard him locking up the front door. He came behind me to the store room saying, "you are lucky I am the only one tonight and it's due past closing time. You can use the change room in the corner."

I went behind the partition and slipped off my clothes, slipping into my tube silver dress, and heard him pour some water and drink it. Gash, I needed water so much as well, my throat was rasp and my mouth so dry.

I came out nearly fainting and started looking at the sexy thing in the mirror. The long legs in super thin sheer stockings protruding from the super mini dress, and perfect black nails on my toes filling in the silver shoes.

"We have some TV customers, but none as petite as you" he complemented. "Your feet and hands are so feminine." I asked for a sip of water and sat down in the corner crossing my legs, and swinging my feet seductively.

He brought a glass and kneeled down in front of me, his eyes were more on my feet then anywhere else, so I put one foot on his crotch and pressed a little, feeling him stifen under my feet.

- So you are a fetishist! How nice. Do you like this?
- You are making me so hard, and I am str8.
- Sure you are. This is only fetishism, nothing more nothing less. There will be no sex.
- Really. So you don't like me?
- Hmmm... You can touch my legs if you want.

I could tell he was really turned on by this, his hands starting caressing my hose, from my ankles to my calves, but never entering beneath my skirt. I pushed his crotch just a little more and he squirmed. I was getting hard and my skirt bas showing a small bulge in the front, so I parted my legs and stuck the other heel to his leg. I could tell this hurt him a little, and he was more aroused.

"Get up!" I ordered on a whim, and was rewarded with automatic obedience. I lowered his pants and underwear slowly, looking in his eyes seductively, wishing I had some lipstick and nail polish on. I licked my lips and started kissing his cocks' tip. It was hard and erect, balls shaved, and smelled of sweat and arousal.

- Ohhh! This is unbelievable. Please don't stop! I cannot believe what I am doing, but you are so sexy.

He was talking too much for my taste, so I started deep throating him and turning my tongue around the tip, alternating deep and shallow sucking to prepare him for my tightness. I even used my teeth a little to numb his tip. When I felt him tensing, I stopped short, leaving him unable to come.

- Please go on!
- Not yet. Be a good slave and treat me right first.
- What would you like?
- Take off you shirt and lie down.
- Of course.

He had an athletic body but he was hairy. He laid down in front of me naked and I started using him as my foot rest. Stepping on his legs, belly and penis, sometimes digging my spiked heel. He was still so erect.

- Are you enjoying this?
- Yes very much.
- Good, now make me enjoy as well.

I got up from the chair and slipped out my dress. My nails easily tore the crotch of my hose, I slipped the thong out of the way and lubricated my hole a little with my spit. I kneeled over him turning my back so he could still see the spiked heels and started sitting down on his erection.

His warm hands started spreading my buttocks,helping me keep my ass up in the air. I was sure he was enjoying this. He was huge and very hard to take in at once, besides I was wary that he would come right away, so I sat on him as fast as I could, enveloping his erection in my tight ass.

His hands were every where, caressing my thighs, feeling my butt, holding my waist and pushing me down more. I nearly screamed from the pain and excitement. Then my muscles adjusted to his penis, and I started moving my ass in small concentric circles, making him gasp in pleasure.

Suddenly he started getting up, and I thought "not so soon" but immediately I was on all fours and he was ramming my ass up so hard. I started moaning out of pleasure of the huge monster trying to split me in two halves. My ass was in pain but every time he removed his hard cock completely and reinserted it I felt the faint glimmer of an orgasm in the tip of my penis. Suddenly I felt hist hot load flowing into me as he groaned in my ear, and almost I came too.

When he went to the bathroom, I dressed up and stuck my shredded hoses and my dress in my bag. I was ready to leave when he cam back, he said I could take the shoes and he would sort it out, and put them in a bag. I took the bag without thinking. He kissed me on my lips before we left the store room, and let me out of the shop.

I came to my senses on the way back, with the cold hitting my face and his sperm trickling out of my ass, was I now a whore, accepting expensive gifts in exchange for sex? Was it really the shoes I wanted? or a good fuck?

Well, what does a "girl" want?

I woke up with the door insistently knocking, and staggered to the door, wondering how much had I drank last night? I opened the door and saw a clean cut young man smiling at me. I asked him mildly, as mild as I could be when I had gone to bed at 5 and woken up at 9 o'clock, what the HELL he wanted? He looked down on his feet, like a school boy, and stammered something about a modem installation scheduled at this hour. Well, I didn't need a modem, nor had scheduled an installation. Had he the address wrong? Turns out he had, same number different street, I gave him the directions, ready to get back into bed.

- Well, is that all?
- Yes. No! Errr...
- What is it then? Oh! Come on.
- Excuse me for saying this but...
- ...?
- ...you are so sexy.

Then it hit me! I was really hung-over, for sure. I was standing in the door with a long t-shirt, lace thong, black hand and toe nails, and probably what was remaining on my face of what counted as a quite slutty make-up from the previous night. Serves me right for drinking and cruising the web-cams in drag all night.

In an instant I was both hot and ashamed. I could feel my heart-beat rising and adrenaline waking me up. I was out, in my own house! Well I thought, it's too late now, so I asked him in.

- I have to drink some coffee, would you like to have a cup?
- Are you sure?
- Well, why not? Come in and sit down. Excuse me for a moment while I prepare the coffee.

I setup the coffee machine and went to the bath room. I was looking like a punk slut who had been fucked all night. I washed my face and applied a little red lip stick and joined him with two cups of black Kenyan.

- Here you are.
- Thanks. You are so sexy.
- Yes you said that.
- I am really into transvestites...
- But I am a Cross-dresser, not a TV.
- and CDs as well. I consider myself a CD admirer.
- Really? Have you admired any CDs then?
- I have talked to many CDs and TVs online. Had cam sex a few times.
- Just virtually then, not in reality.
- Well I had a friend who liked wearing girl clothes when we were young. I let him suck me once while he wore a mini skirt and black pantyhose.
- But you didn't fuck?

While I said that, I removed my slippers and dug my black painted toes into the soft wool carpeting. Then I crossed my legs, moving my free feet seductively and saw that his eyes were following my toes. I sipped my coffee with one hand and while caressing my thighs lazily with the other.

- Well... I am not gay! I just have feet and pantyhose fetishes.
- Of course you are not. No worries. You just enjoy looking at my feet.
- And your legs. I mean... I met a lot of CDs online, but not anyone as feminine and as sexy as you. Your feet and hands are so feminine, and your legs are stunning, and your lips are so sexxy.

Well of course my lips are so sexy, with moisturizing and voluminous lipstick they stick out like saying "suck you!" I relaxed and reached for a cigarette. He lighted it up immediately.

- Oh my feet are hurting from dancing in high heels in front of the camera all night.
- Would you... would you like me to massage them?
- Oh! That would be so great! (I said that giving him a seductive smile.) Are you sure?
- Yes. I would be glad to.

So I put my feet on his lap and handed him the massage oil. He started rubbing my soles with oil, taking my feet one by one in his hand, he applied smoothing pressure from my toes to heels. I could feel my feet relax and my cock stiffen. I closed my eyes, and parted my lips, giving myself up to the pleasure at hand.

- Is this oil edible? he asked, and I knew what was in his mind.
- Yes, and it's tasty too.

Before I knew it he was sucking my toes and rubbing his smooth shaved face to my soles. I started pressing on his erect penis with my other feet. Applying pressure and moving my feet in small circles I got his cock really hard. He was moaning with excitement and pleasure while sucking my feet clean of the sweet massage oil.

I stopped him suddenly and asked him to give me 2 minutes.

- What happened.
- Just finish your coffee. I have to take care of something.

I went to my room and took of my night shirt, I put on a leather mini skirt, leather strapless bra, black sheer pantyhose of the thinnest kind and one of my pointy heels. When I walked back into the room, he straightened in his seat. I walked over and put my feet between his legs, millimeters away from his crotch.

- Caress my legs.
- Sure...
- Are they nice to your touch.
- Your legs are so smooth and the stocking is very slippery.
- Well it's the sheerest I can find.
- You look so much like my friend...so long ago...

JACKPOT! Now I had him where I wanted. So I got on all fours, and slowly approached his crotch, unzipped his pants and freed his cock. It was saluting me in a upright position.

- Would you like me to suck you?
- Yes...please...

So I started to suck him, alternating my deep throats with shallow sucking and when I saw he didn't mind, a little teething to stop him from coming prematurely. I took my time, and made sure his cocks head was numb enough that he wouldn't come easily with increased teething.

Then I got up facing my backside to him and dropped my skirt slowly to the ground. He was playing with his cock but wouldn't be able to come so quick. Slowly I backed my ass onto his lap, my buttocks on his stiff cock, I sat down.

- You look so sexy from the back, with your round ass and thin waist it's impossible to tell you are a man. Oh you made me so horny.

I was drawing mini circles with my ass on his cock as his hands caressed my pantyhose legs and my chest. Then I raised my ass to his face and told him to rip my pantyhose at the crotch and lick my asshole. His fingers fumbled to get a hold of the sheer pantyhose and then I heard them ripping, and his wet tongue found my hole and started wetting it. I ordered him to spit some more and insert his tongue into my asshole, and he obeyed silently.

When I was wet enough, I lowered my ass onto his stiff dick and starting inserting my asshole over it. My hole gave way easily enough, thanks to the dildo exercises of the last night, and soon I had engulfed his penis with my hole. The only problem was his was thicker than my dildo. I started the circular movements of my ass, both arousing him and getting my asshole used to his thickness. He was so aroused but also unable to come because of my minimal ass twirl.

He tried to push himself in, but has already all the way inside. Then I felt him getting up and pushing me on all fours. His hands spread my ass and he started ramming me hard. I was so wet from the pain and pleasure when he grabbed my hair and pushed me down on the carpet. I was face down laying on the carpet and his hardness was going in and out steadily. He went wild and nailed me to the floor with his now enormously hard and thick cock. I nearly passed out from pain when he came, he pulled out and spit his sperm all over my back. I felt his hotness burning on my skin.

We lay motionless for a moment there on the carpet. After a while he got up and went to clean up I realized that I had come all over the carpet. When he came back I was still on the floor shaking from the pleasure, covered in my and his cum all over me.

I offered to shower together, but he declined. His company was calling constantly on his phone, he was late half an hour.

So he left urgently, promising to call me sometime, so much for "not gay!" well who cared. I was so awake now, gone was my head-ache and hangover. So I called in sick, unplugged the phone, and called my slave to come and lick me and the carpet clean.

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