Shoe Fetish Story - Goth Boot III
(Author doesn't wish to identify)
Was it the girl or could it have been the fashion goth boot ?
Could Have Been A Goth Boot !!!
I don’t know what I was thinking leaving the house without any underwear on. Here I was sitting in a meeting feeling incredibly naked by not wearing any panties and with my hair shaved off it felt a bit cooler than usual wearing a skirt.
However, as her meeting ended, she left the room and walked into the crowded hall way she walked very slowly because she had a bit of time until her next meeting. Walking along she began to notice the other girl's panty lines and sexy high heels. She was not looking forward to having to sit in Dr. Monique office for her follow up meeting. However, she did let her imagination wander a bit as she had thoughts of Dr. Monique standing at the front of the room in a sexier than usual outfit probably wearing some frilly black panties and matching nylons.
She was starting to wonder if she was a lesbian because she was beginning to think a lot about girls and once again these thoughts started making her feel a bit horny. Just looking at the girls and their heels in the hallway made her nipples hard and begin pointing out from her sweater. She worried that if she started fantasizing about Dr. Monique too much her juices might just start leaking and leave a wet spot her skirt. She realized the mistake of leaving her house without panties on.
Thankfully, her first meeting had ended without any incident, and reluctantly she continued to head slowly to Dr. Monique’s meeting. It was a really big office and not everyone knew each other.
Then in the hall, someone came up behind Jill and put their arm around her, placing their hand on her cute bottom.
"Hello, sexy princess black Pumps. Did'ja miss me?" asked the girl in black.
Jill, began to panic. ‘OH NO! It is black boots and she recognizes me!’ Jill tried to turn down the next hall in order to lose the Goth, but she easily kept up with Jill.
"I don't know who you are, but if you don't leave me alone and let me get to my meeting, I will scream and get you thrown out of the company" whispered Jill with much more authority than a poorly dressed girl should have been able to muster.
"Now, that's not a very nice thing to say. The little girl I helped in the bathroom yesterday was so much MUCH nicer to me." the Goth girl said, as she pouted her black painted lips. I liked that darling little girl much better, not this snobbish bitch beside me now.” The Goth reached into the back pocket of her brief case and brought out some photos of her last encounter with Jill.
"Princess, I’m afraid if you don't give me my sweet girl back, I'm going to have to show all your friends here what kind of girlie you really are." Black Boots said, as she waved one of the pictures in front of Jill’s face. The picture showed Jill standing on top of a toilet, back arched as she faced the wall, her wet sex and rosebud displayed between spread legs. ‘Oh God! I look like such a whore,’ Jill’s face turned bright red and she tried to snatch the photo before anyone else could see it. However, the Goth was unwilling to let it go and Jill had to let it go, because their struggle was getting a bit louder and beginning to draw unwanted attention.
"Oh please give it back. Please don’t show anyone," whined Jill, as she began to cry at the hopelessness of her situation.
"Don't cry Princess black Pumps, just give me a pretty smile and be my sweet little girl like yesterday and everything will be just fine. Okay?" The pale girl reached up and wiped the tears from the crying blonde’s eyes.
Jill forced a smile on her face. "Okay," she replied.
"Okay, Goddess Goth" said black boots as she playfully spanked Jill's ass.
"Let me see what kind of panties you have on today Princess black Pumps." said the Goth, casually lifting the hem of Jill's cute the company girl skirt in the crowded hall.
"No, no! Please, Goddess Goth, not here. I'm not wearing panties today." The blonde squirmed, as she tried to keep her skirt out of the Goth’s hands.
"Please let me go. I just HAVE to be at my 2:00 meeting." said Jill as she held down her skirt and walked quickly to the private restroom to avoid being further embarrassment.
"Then you better hurry and do as I say, because you don't have much time."
With that a smiling Goth girl hustled the reluctant blonde, into the private bathroom and locked the door behind her.
Being a middle management bathroom it had a couch near the entry. Goth headed Jill to the couch in the entry of the locked lounge and said, "Okay, now let's see if my little the company girl was lying about her panties."
Then black boots sat down with Jill standing and waited, arms crossed tapping her knee high black and very erotic zippered kidskin leather very pointed toe high heeled boot on the floor impatiently. “I can wait all day, if that is what it takes.” You could see the wrinkles of her foot inside the black kidskin boot as the leather moved and gently wrinkled with each tap. You could see the outline of her foot under the black erotic surface.
‘God, I can’t be late for my meeting,’ thought Jill. She looked down at the pointed high heeled boot tapping on the tile floor and slowly raised the hem of her skirt up around her waist, exposing herself to this wicked girl.
The Goth’s whistle echoed off the walls of the restroom, while she stood ogling at Jill’s denuded sex. "Mmmmm . . . very nice . . . my naughty little girl is all smooth for me today. I love it!" Black boots remarked, as she traced a black fingernail along the exposed lips of Jill's wet sex. “And she's so wet.”
"Now let me feel those itty bitty girlish titties I like so much!" The Goth demanded.
“Please don’t,” Jill begged, but the hard crinkled nipples poking through her sweater told a different story. She slowly undid the buttons of her sweater, exposing her small breasts to her tormentor.
The Goth began feeling and then gently slapping the small orbs with glee, just to watch them jiggle. "So small . . . So perky. You don't even need a training bra for these babies." laughed the Goth as she pinched a crinkled pink nipple between her forefinger and thumb. Then she began to take one in her mouth gently arousing Jill.
"Ow. Please don't! I'm not a lesbian." whimpered Jill. "It's just-"
"Honey, doing this isn't going to turn you into a lezzy. All I want to do is play with you. Two girls having a little harmless fun together! Just like yesterday, remember?"
Jill did remember. Thoughts of her carnal behavior yesterday humiliated her, yet filled her with lust at the same time. She struggled not to flinch when she felt the Goth’s hands begin to roam up her thigh.
"Just me and my own sweet little tiny-tittied girl," Black boots calmly explained as she began to slowly explore Jill's denuded sex with her right index finger. Then when she had saturated her finger with Jill's juices, she began to spell out letters on the trembling blonde’s smooth belly and breasts. “S-E-X. That spells SEX and that what I want now your magic little fingers . . .right in my SEX!”
"This will go quicker, if you get down on your knees . . . okay?" said the Goth sitting back legs spread on the couch.
"Come on black Pumps, get down there, okay. It is your turn to play with me.
“Now!" The Goth said, as she grabbed both of Jill's hard exposed nipples and pulled down until the thin girl dropped to her knees.
"Come on use your nice soft fingers. Put em up inside me like I did for you yesterday. You remember, don’t you? Come on . . . It'll be quicker . . . Don't worry it isn't going to make you gay. Anymore than me making you feel good down there yesterday made you gay. We're just two girls, being 'nice' to one another.
"Here. I'll even help you," said the Goth girl, as she raised her stretchy black miniskirt up over her hips exposing her pantiless sex.
"See I didn't wear panties either. We must be some kinda special friends"
Knowing she couldn't leave until she brought the wicked girl off, Jill parted the Goths black bush with her left hand and inserted the index finger of her right into the parted labia.
"Mmmm . . . now there's my good girl that feels really good princess black Pumps. Now play with my clit . . . No . . . Don't stop . . . use your other hand." said the Goth as she had spread her legs and put one of her very erotic black leather booted leg up under and between Jill’s legs. This spread her black haired sex wide open, mere inches in front of the submissive blonde's face kneeling on the carpeted floor.
Both Jill's hands became a blur as she desperately stroked in and out of the Goth Goddess sex, and played with the other girl’s clit.
"UUUUhhh, oh god! Panty Princess . . . um . . . you do that so goddamn good!"
Jill flushed with pride and then horror.
It seemed as if she had found a new niche for her perfection, one that she really didn’t want. Her new ability was making this strange kinky girl cum. As she became tired she leaned forward and rested her head on the Goth's thigh, so she could smell the sweet musky aroma emanating from the girl's hairy sex.
"Ohh-ohhh –ohhhh-ah . . . that's my girl . . . make me cum . . . ohhh gawd keep working inside me with them pussy fucking fingers of yours." All the while the Goth’s hips were grinding her thick black bush against the side of Jill's face, as the blonde inhaled the aroma of her sex.
"Ugh . . . Ugh. . . . Oh . . . ah ah Ahhhhh" As the Goth climaxed, she grabbed the blonde’s shoulders. She bent over, raising Jill's head upward by her chin. As she looked deeply in her eyes, she kissed the thin girl and explored Jill’s accepting mouth with her tongue.
The Goth laid back, holding her skirt around her waist. She looked down at her matted sex with disgust.
"Oh dear, you naughty girl you, you've made a nasty mess of my pussy again!" sneered the Goth, as she ran her finger through the sticky wetness of her sex. "See?" The Goth showed Jill the evidence of her secretions on her hand, then wiped it clean.
"I guess it's time for you to clean up your mess again. Just like yesterday."
"But..b b but, I . . . I d don't have any p panties," Jill stuttered.
"Well neither do I, so unless you want to use your pretty little sweater or skirt, I would suggest you put that mean pouty mouth of yours to some good."
"Damn! Damn! Damn! Why do these things keep happening to me? I can't go to meeting smelling of this horrible girl’s pussy, but I MUST to go to Dr. Monique's meeting. I MUST." Jill worried.
As Jill spoke the Goth girl began running the top and the tip of her pointed black boot gently against the wet folds of Jill's denuded sex teasing her, as the poor girl's conflicted mind tried to come up with some way . . . any way . . . out of her situation.
She could hear Dr. Monique in the back of her mind urging her, ‘Come on girl, this has to become ordinary to you, in order for you to be cured.”
So finally, with the boot teasing her she was becoming a bit more aroused as Jill stuck out her tongue and tentatively, began licking at the dew on the black hairs in front of her face. It was the first time she had tasted a woman but she was starting to really get into it.
"Oh . . . you're good. You are such a good little pussy licker princess black Pumps. Mmmmmm . . . and your tongue feels . . . so silky. Lick inside the lips Princess, they need some attention too.”
Jill realized that this had gone much further than cleaning up the mess she had made. She was on her knees in a locked bathroom with this girl on a couch, performing oral sex on a stranger. She gave up on pretending otherwise and began to lick the Goth in earnest. Her only wish was that Goddess Goth wasn’t quite so vocal in her affections.
“Yes! Oh so good . . . Now do that clit . . . mmmmm. Oh! Keep doing that clit baby girl. Ahhhh . . . that's my sweet pussy licker." moaned the Goth.
"And you said you weren't a lezzie!"
Jill hated the thought of what she was doing, but she was lost in the smell, taste, and feel of the overbearing girl's sex against her face. What she hated more was the fact that the depravity of her actions brought such a sexual rush to her pussy. In her heightened excitement she began slowly at first grinding her own pussy onto the top of the soft leather black boot of the Goth girl between her legs to sooth the yearning in her SEX.
The designer steel chain on the Goth’s high fashion boot was 'clinking' as Jill humped her own overheated sex lips against them and as her motions increased with her passion and as the Goth girl was getting more excited the tip of the boot now wet with her moisture started to penetrated into her pussy as she humped the top of the soft leather against her heated clitoris more and deeper. . Princess black Pumps was surprised to find these were such very high quality fashion boots with very soft leather and a very tailored sole. The tip with her moisture slid so easily into her pussy deeper now.
Ching . . . Slurp . . . Gasp . . . Ching . . . Slurp . . . Gasp . . . Ching . . . Slurp . . . Gasp . . . Ching . . . Slurp . . . Gasp . . .
"Oh yes! Suck it. Suck that pussy. Mmmm . . . I love that!"
"Fuck . . . ugh . . . fuck. OH! I feel you down there, don’t try to hide it slut. You are fucking my black boot, aren’t you princess black Pumps? . . . Oh yeah. Work that boot with your sexy body, you nasty girl! Mmmmm . . . ugh . . . I can feel your lips on my toes …… you gonna make me cum again . . . you little tittied lezzie bitch! Now come on do that BOOT!"
"Don't go all shy on me now . . . that's right . . . Suck that clit . . . ohhhh . . . Yeah, like that . . . suck it . . . suck it harder!!! HARDER!! Oh god . . . HARDER!!"
As the Goth girl came, Jill, couldn't help herself. She began to hump against the hard metal chains and now shiny black leather of the boot with abandon as the tip of the boot entered in and out of her even deeper.
She felt her hair being grabbed and then her head was tilted back. "No! I'm so close. Please oh please let me finish!” Jill moaned.
Flash! The Goth girl took a surprise picture the slim girl hugging her leg tightly and screwing her black high heeled boot.
Jill was to far gone to care, the humiliation of the picture sent her over the edge as she began to climax on the boot beneath and inside of her.
"Oh . . . Ohhh . . . Ahhh . . . Goddesss . . . do me with your boot. . . . ahhhhh," Jill orgasmed loudly. Then she buried her face in the Goths black dark sex, before falling down in a heap at the Goth's booted feet. She lay staring her wet juices shining on the right black leather boot before her face.
"Mmmmm . . . That's my sweet pussy licking girl. Now be a good girl and clean up that nasty mess you made on my nice shiny boots. " ordered the Goth girl towering over her.
Seeing no alternative, an exhausted Jill began licking the high heeled boot in front of her. As she did, she noted the subtle difference in the flavor of her own secretions. She even worked her tongue around the metal chain, to get all the stray drops of moisture that had accumulated there. As she kissed and licked the top of the boot she could feel the Goth girls foot beneath the leather and it excited her even more. Jill was so turned on and surprised that she could do a boot she knew a fetish was born.
"I hate to interrupt your making love to my feet and my fashion boot since you are clearly enjoying yourself, but didn't you say you had a meeting at two?" asked an amused Goth.
"Oh shit! It's 2:05, I'm going to be late." said Jill as she jumped up eager to get ready for her meeting.
"Stop!" commanded the Goth.
"Give me a kiss first and thank me for the pleasure. Then hold still and I will dress you myself, my little black Pumps." said the Goth girl.
"Thank you for the pleasure Goddess Goth!" Jill said. as she leaned her head up to kiss the taller girl.
"My name is Beth and my phone number is 555 4532. Here, I'll write it on your tit. So you won’t lose it.” I want to see you again and have you do me with your black pumps little princess. Then the Goth girl took out a pen and wrote her number on the blonde’s small left breast.
"Hee Hee . . . your tiny titty is almost too small for my phone number to fit."
The Goth girl Frenched the submissive blonde deeply and Jill responded. Then she buttoned Jill's sweater up, playfully tweaking her nipples, until her hard nips stood out like two pencil erasers.
"Perfect!" she said as she opened the door and smacked the rushing girl on the rear as Jill hurried to her meeting.
"I probably should have told her to wash off her face and hands, but I do so enjoy marking my territory." Beth thought smiling, before strutting saucily from the restroom herself.