Tease & Denial (part 1 of 5)
story by Anonymous
It was a warm summer night in July 2002 and Edison Park, a trendy neighborhood on Chicago’s Northwest side, was hopping. Beautiful women were everywhere, and there were plenty of guys looking to score. I was not one of them, and I think that’s why I had so much success. I guess success is an understatement. It was the night that changed my life .
I had been in a few of the bars throughout the evening just taking in the scenery. I didn’t normally hang out in that neighborhood, so I didn’t know anyone. I was just there to have a few beers and to kill what would have been an otherwise boring Saturday night.
I was sitting at a corner table at the Edison Park Inn finishing what was supposed to be my last beer of the night when she walked in. Her natural beauty floored me. She wasn’t heavily made-up, and her blond hair was styled conservatively. It was about shoulder length, combed straight down, and parted in the middle. She carried herself with an air of confidence found only in older, more mature women, and I think that is what made her so desirable. I guessed her to be about forty-one, but she had the body of a thirty-something. Being a member of the forty-club myself it was nice to see someone else there my age. And while her hair may have been styled conservatively, her manner of dress was anything but.
She wore a form-fitting black leather mini-dress that had a plunging neckline. Her breasts were by no means large, probably a 34B, but she filled the dress out nicely. I estimated that the hem stopped about 4” above the knee. My eyes continued to travel down and they locked on her legs. They were nicely toned and encased in a pair of silky suntan colored pantyhose. I have a special place in my heart for every woman who wears pantyhose, nylons, or thigh-hi stockings. I hate bare legs. No matter how smooth, or how well tanned they are, nothing is better than a pair of legs and feet that are encased in soft, silky nylon. Speaking of feet, hers were delicate looking and she wore a pair of black patent leather pumps that had 4” stiletto heels, which brought her up to about 5’ 8”. Thank God they weren’t those awful chunky heels. They did an excellent job of lengthening her calves, and hiking up her shapely ass. She carried her purse over her right shoulder, but she could have left that in her car. She wasn’t going to be paying for any drinks tonight.
She made her way through the crowd and found a table not too far from mine. She hadn’t even removed her purse from her shoulder when the first “hawk” swooped in. He was a rough-looking black dude who was probably half her age. He was about 6’ 2” tall and muscular from head to toe, but not in a body builder kind of way. Maybe he was a construction worker, or a former college athlete who still had time to maintain his physique. He was wearing a form-fitting T-shirt that accented the bulge of his pectoral muscles and his biceps. I was surprised, and extremely disappointed, when he slipped his arms around her waist and pulled her lithe body toward him in a tight embrace. She seemed to melt into his body as they began a long kiss. Eventually they broke it off, but not before she had given his cock more than a few squeezes and caresses through his tight jeans. From what I could see the dude looked to be hung like a horse. “So much for going home with her tonight,” I thought to myself. “I’ll just sit here and worship her from afar.” They ordered a round of drinks from the waitress and settled in at their table. She sat facing me and he was directly across from here. At least I would be able to check her out without him knowing. I ordered another beer and added a shot of Jack for good measure. At least for now I had something to occupy my time.
As I waited for my drinks to arrive I couldn’t keep my eyes off of this gorgeous, mysterious woman. The more I looked her over the more I found myself becoming obsessed with her. This was crazy! I had never seen her before in my life and now, after only fifteen minutes, I was such a basket case that I didn’t even realize that the waitress had delivered my drinks.
I focused my attention on her best asset; her legs. She had crossed the right one over the left and her skirt was riding up on her thighs. I had a great view, and if it hadn’t been so dark in there I’m sure I would have been able to see all the way to Heaven. She slowly bobbed her leg up and down as she chatted with her stud lover. God, how I hated him! She kept her leg bouncing for what seemed like an eternity, and then she delivered the deathblow. Slowly she worked her foot out of the confines of her pump and began to dangle it off of her toes. There are few things in this world that can turn me into a bowl of jelly, but a good dangle job by a sexy woman with great legs and pretty feet will always bring me to my knees. Her foot was as beautiful as I imagined it would be. It had a sexy, high arch and it wasn’t very big. As I stared at it I imagined stuffing all five of her nylon-covered toes in my mouth at once, and my cock throbbed in my pants. My staring must have been obvious because when I came out of my trance I noticed that lover boy was gone and she was looking right at me, with a smirk on her face. “Oh shit’” I thought. “You are so busted.” I diverted my eyes as quickly as I could in hopes that she would forget about me. That’s when I heard the sound that ever foot fetishist loves to hear. I t was the unmistakable “clunk” of a shoe hitting the floor. Reflexively my head snapped down and I looked on the floor. There was her pump, lying on its side as her leg continued to bob up and down. My eyes kept going from her foot to the floor, and back again. After about thirty seconds of this I looked at her again. She was smiling at me broadly now and she ran her tongue over her moist lips. My eyes went back to her foot, only now she had uncrossed her legs. She brought her right foot behind her left and pushed her other pump off. “CLUNK!” I was starting to sweat and she knew it. She extended both of her legs and began to flex her ankles and scrunch up her toes. She was doing everything possible to draw my attention to her feet. I was helpless to look away as she continued to torment me with her gorgeous, sexy feet. Her toes were perfectly aligned, and her soles looked as smooth as butter. I didn’t know what to do next, so I just sat there and stared like bumbling moron. My cock twitched and throbbed in my pants. I wanted to take it out right then and there and beat off to this vision of loveliness. I wanted to give her my tribute, but I knew I couldn’t. Suddenly her legs clamped closed. Damn! In a second or two Lover Boy was back and she acted like I didn’t even exist. I thought about leaving, but you don’t walk away from a once in a lifetime opportunity like this. If she had done it once there was chance that she would do it again. I quickly finished my Jack and beer and ordered another one. This might not be such a bad night after all.
He sat down again with his back facing me and I immediately tried to catch her eye, but she completely ignored me. This bitch was cool. They resumed their conversation and after about ten minutes she said something to him and smiled sweetly. Without hesitating he slid off of his stool and wiggled under the table. I looked at her and she mouthed, “Watch this,” and pointed under the table. I looked down and saw Lover Boy cradling her right foot in his hand as he licked and sucked her toes and foot. She was busy rubbing the side of his face with her left foot and he seemed very content. After a few minutes he stopped and then placed both of her shoes back on her feet. She smiled at me once more before he came out from under the table. By now I was a total wreck and if I didn’t cum soon I was going to go crazy. I knew this bitch was just a cock tease and I wasn’t going to be played for a fool any longer. I finished my drinks and got up to leave. As I walked past their table her date reached out and grabbed me by the arm. His calloused hand practically encircled it, and his grip was like steel. I stopped in my tracks and looked him dead in the eye. He did the same to me and said, “Sit down and listen to what I have to say. I think you might like what you hear.”
I sat down and he began to talk. “My lady here thinks you’re cute and she was hoping that you would like to join us for some fun back at our place. As of right now you can do anything you want to her except fuck her. She decides who gets to do that. Are you in?” I looked at both of them a couple of times looking for any indication that they may not be serious. After a minute or so she said, “Obviously he’s not the man I thought he was. Let’s go find someone else.” They started to get up but I stopped them. “OK. OK. I’ll go. You have to understand that things like this only happen in porno movies and in dirty books. This is almost too good to be true. Your lady is gorgeous and I’m in for whatever.” She looked at me and said, “You better be willing to back up that statement with action, or I am going to be pissed.” With that we headed out the door and into the parking lot.
We climbed into their car and pulled away. She dialed her phone and began talking. “Hi Amber, it’s Ginger. We got one. Get the room ready. We’ll be there in ten minutes.” Now my mind was spinning. Amber. We got one. Get the room ready. What had I gotten myself into? I was about to find out. We pulled into the driveway of a modest home located on a quiet side street in the city. It was late and the neighborhood was quiet. We exited the car and entered the house through the front door. “Wait here,” Ginger said, and she and Lover Boy disappeared up a flight of stairs. After about ten minutes another girl descended the same stairs. She was absolutely stunning. “Hi, I’m Amber, and I’m going to be your Hostess for the night.” This chick was hot! She was probably about twelve years younger than Ginger, and almost as sexy. I say almost because I like mature women. The younger ones are hot, but they don’t take command in the bedroom like the older ones do. Anyway, Amber was naked except for a pair of Taupe colored sheer to waist pantyhose and a pair of stripper shoes. You know the kind: strappy sandals with a clear 3” platform and 6” spike heels. I don’t know how they walk in them, much less dance in them, but Amber managed quite nicely. Her tits were a full 34C, and both nipples were pierced with hoops. Her blond hair was cropped close to her head and it was styled kind of crazily. Her makeup was a bit heavy, and it gave her a strung-out, tramp look that was very appealing. Her pussy was clean-shaven and she had a rhinestone in her navel. “It’s nice to meet you, Amber,” I said. How corny was that? But I was tongue-tied. “Well it’s nice to meet you, too. Please follow me.” She turned to exit the doorway and that’s when I noticed the tattoo on her left shoulder. I don’t know what it was, but it wasn’t a small. And it seemed to fit her perfectly. As I said, she was hot.
We walked through the living room and started up a flight of about twelve stairs. Amber’s ass swayed in my face and it was all I could do to keep from biting it. I got as close to it as I could without touching it and inhaled deeply. I could smell her perfume, and I was pretty sure that I could smell her pussy, too. When we got to the top there was a bathroom on the left and three other doors that were all closed. I assumed that they were bedrooms. Amber knocked once on the door of the middle room and then opened it. She stepped to the side and asked me to come in. What I saw was incredible.
Lover Boy was handcuffed spread eagle to the bed and Ginger was sitting on his face with her back to the door. Her shapely legs straddled his head and she was naked except for her pantyhose and heels. She had grabbed onto the metal rails of the headboard and was gently bouncing up and down on his face. Her heart-shaped ass looked wonderful in its nylon casing, and the seam of the hose ran right along the crack of her sweet butt. The dude’s cock was rock hard and it was huge. It was 11” of pure black steel, and it easily was the girth of an ear of corn. Pre cum was oozing out of the thick, pink tip in a steady stream. I had never seen a cock that big before. Not even in movies. His entire pubic area was clean-shaven and his nuts were as big as golf balls. I could see that they were drawn up tight, and I knew they were full of hot cum. My cock was getting harder with each passing second, and all I wanted to do was jerk off while I watched Ginger ride this dude’s face. I was so fixated on the scene that I didn’t hear Amber telling me to remove my clothes. Finally she got in my face and I snapped out of it. “Pretty hot, huh?” she asked. I just nodded my head in agreement. “Well, you haven’t seen anything yet, sweetie,” she said as she began to unbuckle my belt and pull my jeans over my hips. “Oooo, what’s this I see?” she asked as she began to caress my cock and balls through my tighty-whities. Her hands were strong, yet gentle, and she was milking my cock like an expert. She leaned in close to me and began whispering in my ear. “Mmmm, your cock is getting nice and hard for me. Ginger is gonna like this one, for sure. Isn’t she hot? You can’t tell now, but her pussy is completely bald. I just love eating her out. Her juices are so sweet.” I began pumping my hips in time with her hand, wishing it were Ginger’s pussy that was pulling on my cock. My pre cum was flowing freely, and a big wet spot was forming on my underwear. The hand job lasted just long enough to get me to the point of popping my nuts, and then she stopped. I let out a groan of frustration and she giggled. “Get used to that. It’s going to be a long time before you cum.” What had I gotten myself into? “Hurry up and get naked. Ginger likes all of her men clean shaven, so we’ll have to take care of that before you can join in.” With that she climbed onto the bed and began sucking that big black cock like it was her last meal. One of her delicate hands began playing with those cum-bloated balls, while the other dipped between her own legs and began working her pussy into lather. At least half of his cock had disappeared down her throat and her head began to slowly bob up and down at a quick pace. Her mouth was stretched to its limits by that massive cock, but she kept forcing it down her throat, inch by inch. The dude responded by immediately fucking his hips into her face. Amber was keeping up with him, but I think he was getting a bit too carried away for her liking. To get him back under control she grabbed his nuts and squeezed them really hard, and then jammed the middle finger of the hand that had been playing with her pussy up his asshole. I heard him grunt into Ginger’s pussy and he ceased any movement. Amber kept her death grip on his balls while she continued to suck his cock and finger-fuck his asshole for another ten minutes. The poor guy must have been going crazy, but he didn’t move a muscle. Finally she released her grip and let his cock slip from her throat and mouth with a loud, “POP.” I didn’t look like he had cum, because his cock was still rock hard and his nuts were moving around in their sac. She let go of his balls and slowly slid her finger out of his butt. She sat up on the bed and looked at me with a big smile on her face. “We decide if and when our boys get to cum.”
She climbed off of the bed and said, “C’mon, we need to get you cleaned up.” She grabbed hold of my cock and led me out of the bedroom and into the bathroom. “I hope you don’t mind doing this. Mistress just loves her boy-toys to be smooth and clean.” She started the shower and then began applying a hair depilatory to my pubic area, my ass, and my legs. She made sure to give my cock a couple of good strokes, and she really worked my nuts over. They were starting to hurt, big time, but I was enjoying it. Soon enough the cream began to work and my entire lower body felt like it was on fire. She sensed what was happening and told me to go ahead and step in the shower. The warm water felt great on my body and I was fascinated to see all of my hair rinse right off of my body. “If it still stings go ahead and wash yourself with some soap,” Amber said. I did just that and soon the burning sensation was gone. I had to admit that my now hairless lower body looked pretty sexy. I finished up and turned off the shower. Amber handed me a big, soft towel and I dried off. “Mmmmm,” she purred. “That’s much better. Mistress will be pleased. But before we go back in I have to inspect your asshole. She gets really mad if that isn’t spotless.” I figured the best thing to do was bend over, grab my ankles, and spread my ass cheeks apart, so I did. Amber squatted down behind me so her face was level with my ass. I looked through my legs and I could see her bald pussy pressed against the sheer nylon gusset of her pantyhose. “It looks pretty good to me, but I have to see how it tastes, too.” Instantly I felt her hot tongue stab at my sphincter and it caused me to jump. She took her hands and opened my ass even further. Her tongue poked past my rosebud and squirmed around inside for about five minutes. My cock was rock hard and my pre cum was spilling out like water from a leaky faucet. She took one hand off my ass and used it to gently massage my tortured nuts for a couple of minutes, and then she reached around and gave me a slow, torturous hand job for another couple of minutes. The combination of sensations was wild. I was close to cumming yet again when she pulled her tongue out of my ass and let go of my cock. “OK sweetie, I think you’re good to go. Just remember, if you cum before you’ve been given permission there will be hell to pay.” We left the bathroom and went back into the bedroom. If you can believe it the scene was even crazier now than it was when I first arrived.
Story posted by Anonymous
on Monday, April 25, 2005 @ 09:04:19 PDT
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