Angel

My second session with Angel was pretty fantastic. It started out slowly since she was 15 or 20 minutes late. She looked all frazzled when we started & had obviously been rushing to get to there. But everything went well from that point on. 

Angel was wearing a black leotard suit that looked like an aerobics outfit or a one-piece bathing suit. I think it was something you generally wear under clothing. But she obviously looked hot in it. The outfit covered about 1/2 of her ass. Angel has an absolutely amazing body and long, blonde hair that cascades down her back. She is totally hot !

Angel started with her stiletto thigh-high boots like last session. She wasted no time - right after I laid down, she was already stepping onto my back. Angel walked around pretty carefully for a while. Her light weight is easy to take at first even with her spike heels. 

She would walk down my shoulders and step on my hands. I loved that. It's great seeing those pointy toe boots right in front of me. I asked her to step more on my fingers instead of my hand and she did.

While Angel was trampling me she told me about another client. She said a tiny Asian man came in and wanted to be trampled. Angel said he wanted it really hard, even on bare skin with her stiletto boots. Angel said she was jumping on the guy on his front. I was in awe that guy could take so much. 

I asked "did you step on his head" and she said "yes". So I asked her to do it to me and she did so immediately. She used her toe to step on the side of my head and then put her other foot on top of that. She was standing full weight on my head in her boots at that point. 

I flipped over and she began to walk all over my front. I lasted a good while with her doing that. She commented that last time I could only last about 1 minute. It was so sexy to see her sexy body standing on me in those stiletto boots. When she turned around her ass looked great from that vantage point. And her long blond hair was all over the place as she looked down at me. 

I flipped over onto my back and asked her to "make it hurt". I guess I was emboldened by the tiny Asian man who could take so much. So immediately Angel rocks all her weight back onto both her stiletto heels. I grunted and said "is that all your weight" and she said she was holding onto the pillar for support but, essentially, yes. Then she starts twisting both feet back and forth, still standing only on her heels. I felt her stilettos really bite into me and thought it would leave a tremendous mark. But the next day - nothing. Nevertheless it was a huge turn-on to think this incredibly hot girl was purposefully grinding all of her weight into my back only with her stilettos, and with the expressed intent of making it hurt as much as possible. What a dream . . .

At that point I asked her to switch boots. She remembered my request to bring along another pair of boots with a thicker heel. They were also high heels - at least 3 inches but probably about 1/2 inch u-shape heel (compared to her thigh-highs that have a 1/4 inch square heel). Knee high, black leather with a moderately pointy toe. Very sexy. Angel said the boots were old and she had worn them a lot - to the bars, in the rain, snow, etc. 

I loved these boots since they didn't hurt nearly as much. The thicker heel was much easier to take than the stilettos. It left a lot fewer marks on me the next day - maybe 1/20th of what the spike heels did. It felt great. And I loved that she had worn those boots all over the city and was now walking on me with them.

While she was stepping on my front I said how much I liked her to put her boot on my face. So Angel walked right up to me and stepped on my face with her weight. Then she held onto the overhead bar and put both boots on my face at the same time. Even though she was holding on, it was still a lot of weight crushing my face.

I liked it but said for her to rest her boot on my face without her weight. So she did and started smearing my face with the bottom of her boot. As she was doing this she was remarking how she had worn these boots to dive bars and walked everywhere in them. I said "like on the subway" and she said "yes". By this point she was rubbing my face with them in a moderately aggressive manner. She was staring right down at me with that beautiful face and through her long mane of blonde hair the whole time. As she would rub her boot around (fairly hard) it would distort my face and force my lips apart. My favorite was when she would put her sole directly on my mouth which allowed me to kiss it. And she never stopped staring at me as she ground my face underneath her boot.

With no provocation from me Angel said "I bet you'd like to lick my boots, wouldn't you". I hemmed and hawed and didn't give an answer but she still knew that I did. So I said "only if you make me" and she immediately said "lick my boot". So of course I started to. Angel was still mashing her boot down on my face fairly hard so it was actually difficult to lick the soles. But I tried as best I could. I'd get the soles and some of the edges of the soles. The soles were rubber and had deep ridges. I had asked Angel earlier if she had smoked (which she said "no, that's gross") and now I told her I liked when the cigarettes were crushed out under boots. Angel replied that she had stepped on numerous cigarette butts on the floors of the Brooklyn bars while walking around. And I continued to lick her boots as best I could.

I licked the insole and grabbed the heel with my mouth. Angel said, "yea, suck on the heel". When I was done she said "now lick the other one" and stuck her left boot in my face. I think secretly she was turned on by the whole face stepping / boot licking activities. She was looking straight at me the whole time and seemed a little aroused at the scene. Maybe it was disgust, maybe shock that I was doing it. But she watched the whole time. 

Angel has said many time how she's into sexual things that are bizarre and kinky. I think the boot licking might have been right along those sentiments. But then she did mention something about being a "pathetic loser" which was said in the abstract but I think was directed completely at me. I didn't mind. In fact it made the experience all the better. This totally hot young girl is calling me a loser while I lick her boots and she steps on my face. That's my dream !

After the boot licking episode was finished (it must have gone on for 10 minutes) we were almost out of time. I asked if I could flip over and Angel said there was only like 1 minute to go. So I asked her to stomp around on me. That was great ! She really started stomping all over me pretty hard. The thick heels on those boots prevented the experience from being too painful. But she really gave it to me. Angel said "now this is a proper trampling". When she was all done she went to my hands and stomped on the fingers maybe 10 times. So it was perfect ! 

Overall the whole session was like a dream for me. This totally hot girl stomped all over me, stepped on my face and made me lick her dirty boots that had been worn all over the city. What could be better than that ????

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Reminscing

She was just returning from her daily 3 mile jog when I followed her into the driveway. She smiled at me as she ran a towel over her sweaty face, and down her sweaty arms. 

"What brings you here?" she asked as I climbed out of my car. 

"Just checking in on you making sure you're ok." I replied. "And I figured I'd get a sniff of the sneakers you say smell so horribly." I added nervously.

"Well, you're in luck! I just got done stinking them up for you!" she responded, laughing. "Take a seat while I dry off a little. Want some water?" I shook my head no, and locked my eyes on her sweat-stained cross-trainers. Her ankles showed above the blue micro-fiber edge of the shoes. Her tanned legs glistened with sweat up to her pale blue shorts. She retrieved a bottle of water from the fridge, and sat in a lawn chair at the edge of the garage. "Sit down, you're making me nervous!" she said after taking a gulp of water. I sat opposite her in another lawn chair. Her pretty hands reached down to untie the sneakers, and I felt a tingle, like an electrical current, run through my body.

"Are you sure you're up for this?" she asked laughing. "I wouldn't want you to pass out from the stink!" I assured her I'd be fine. Slowly, as if teasing me, knowing my eyes were locked on her every move...she slid the left sneaker from her foot. Suddenly, as if slapped by an unseen hand, she jerked her head back, and waved her free hand at the smell that wafted from the shoe. Drool formed at the edge of my lip. "Ok, you're sure you want to do this?" she asked.

I grabbed the hot, moist sneaker from her hand, and raised it to my face. Loosening the laces, I peeled the sweat-stained damp tongue of the sneaker out as far as it would go, and buried my face in the sneaker. It felt as if steam were drifting up from the insole. The warm wet heat assualted my skin as I inhaled the pungent, almost intoxicating stink that arose from the terry cloth material. The sweat soaked micro-fiber edge of the ankle area spread wider as I forced my face in deeper...and I inhaled, as hard as I could, the sweet sweaty smell of her foot. My sinuses burned from the smell, but I inhaled again, and again. Then, without even thinking about it...I felt my tongue snake out from between my lips, and flatten out like a spatula...and I licked the sweat soaked insole with the passion of a starving man, as a moan escaped my lips. The taste of her foot sweat was acidic, yet it attracted me. Suddenly, very self-conscious of the moan...I opened my eyes, and saw, around the edges of the sneaker that was mashed upon my face...my friend's smiling face.

"Judging by your actions you're not put off by the stink at all." she said softly, but chuckling. "But what about this?" she asked, wiggling her ankle-sock clad foot at me. I quickly lowered the sneaker from my face and reached for her damp foot. She pushed it into my face, without reservation, and applied pressure to assure I'd get the full effect. My nose landed beneath her toes, at the spot between the big toe and the second toe. The sweat soaked sock formed a seal over my face as I inhaled violently. She pulled her foot away, removed the sock and planted her bare foot back on my face. As I inhaled deeply the sweet smell of her sweaty foot...I heard a soft moan from her lips, followed by a giggle. Slightly embarassed by my behavior, I pulled away from her foot and looked at her. Her eyes had been closed until I removed her foot from my face. Now, she stared at me questioningly. 

"Why'd you stop? Is there something wrong?" she asked. Now she sounded nervous. 

"No," I replied, "but you giggled, and I thought I might be tickling you." She shook her head no, and then pointed at the floor.

"Lay at my feet! I want to enjoy this." she said, almost in a commanding tone. I eased out of the lawn chair, and got on my back beneath her feet. She lowered the naked foot to my face while removing the other sneaker and sock...and covered my face with her pungent feet. I lay there kissing and smelling those beautiful feet as she leaned back in her chair. And again, without thinking, I extended my tongue and began licking every inch of her sweet sweaty feet. She forced her toes into my mouth and I sucked each one, working my tongue all around each little digit. Another soft moan escaped her lips. I ran my tongue across the underside of her toes and she mashed her tender feet down hard on my upturned face...and shuddered. Her head lulled backwards, and another moan, followed by another shudder, and the pressure on my face increased again. She leaned forward in her chair, lifting her feet from my face, and smiled at me.

"Oh my God! That was awesome!!" she said. "Where did you learn to do that?"

"Umm...do what?" I asked from my place on the floor.

"You just gave me an awesome orgasm just from licking my feet!" she said, turning a little red with embarassment. "What can I do for you?" I just smiled as I got up off the floor. 

"Promise me," I said calmly, "when you decide to replace those sneakers with new ones, that I get these."

"What would you do with these nasty old things?" she asked before realizing the obvious answer. "Agreed," she said, "but what about now? What can I do for you now?"

I lit a cigarette and smiled at her. "Absolutely nothing. I'm just going to go home...and enjoy the memory." Suddenly, her eyes lit up, and she said, "Shame you can't take my sneakers with you...but, umm...here, take my socks!" and she winked at me before going inside to take a shower.

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Mariage made in Hell 4

A week later, reviewing the videos that he had shot, Terrel was quite proud of himself in the quality and clarity in which they had been done. He first took note on how he could improve on the portions done by the use of the camcorders that were stationary on tripods, possible height alterations and positioning.  Terrel then concentrated on the scenes done when he was directly behind the cameras, making note on whether his focusing and lighting should be corrected.

Having learned as much as he could by being on the front end of the cameras, Terrel wanted to get further ahead by being a producer versus just being considered as `talent' in the industry.  He had made pretty good money in the industry, always showing good `wood' (the industry term for `cock'), enjoyed getting paid to fuck a broad but he wanted even more. Making three to four hundred bucks a day was good, but male porn talent was lucky to even get two to three days work each week.  It would be ideal to continue getting paid to fuck a beautiful broad and on the off days produce his own flicks.

Terrel was now on the verge of producing his first full fledge porn flick and now felt that he was ready to take the big step.  One thing for certain, after watching many x-rated flicks out there and comparing them to what he had experimented with thus far, live unrehearsed scenes far surpassed those done by bimbos trying to put on a performance.  Hiring a porn actress to put on an act of being innocent and naive just was too much to ask for.  There was only one beauty that fit the bill to a tee, one who's services he would not even have to pay for, the beautiful and naive Mrs.  Lacy Richmond.

Not wanting to overplay his hand and get Stacy pissed at him, Terrel used the approach of wanting to be of help in aiding Stacy in getting back at her twin.  To do so, he merely commented as if in an afterthought while

showing her a playback of the actual rape scene of her sister "Damn, think I've got the lighting and filming down pat now!  I'm all set to produce my first porno flick!  Just gotta get the bread together to cover all expenses! Too bad we didn't get old man Higgins and your sister on film, that'd be a big seller in your hometown!"

As Terrel had hoped, his bimbo girlfriend fell right for it as she replied "Terrel, I've got a terrific idea!  Let me help you do your first film!  We can get old man Higgins for next to nothing if it means getting another whack at that sweet little sister of mine!  It'll also give me a shot in acting!  Imagine me playing the part of that sweet goody-goody sister of mine!  We'll shoot all the dialogue scenes first and then we'll get down to the nitty gritty with Lacy performing all the raunchy sex acts with her former high school principal!  And you get to save the bucks you'd need for your leading sex star!"

Stacy was getting all excited at this point and then impressed Terrel with her next idea "One of the guys I hung around with in high school now manages the porn shop a mile from the old high school!  I'll bet he'll be able to get the word out that he's got an x-rated flick starring Lacy and Principal Higgins!  God, I gotta see you shoot this one .........it'll be so awesome seeing that goody-goody sister of mine squirming under that fat old pig!"

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Mariage made in Hell 3

At the nice elegant restaurant, Dave hoped that taking Lacy out to a nice dinner would further help to patch things up between them. He got brave and leaned over to give her a light kiss on the lips and was overjoyed to have her lean up to return the kiss. Dave now began to look forward to that evening after they got home, hoping to try and prove himself a man to his lovely wife. He was determined that tonight was going to be the night. Yes, his lovely young wife would finally get the fucking that she needed so badly and baptize their marital bed.

As they sat next to each other, Dave shivered as his wife's hand slipped below the table to touch his upper thigh. Then nervousness set in as his wife's hand moved down to his crotch and squeezed him hard. It did not help his ego when she squeezed him and commented "He's not going to pop too soon tonight, is he, honey? Should we first stop off at a store on the way home, just in case, since the battery in the vibrator needs to be replaced!"

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