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Subject: {ASSM} The Nice Guy, Part 2 (fmdom, rom, foot fetish)
Date: Sun, 28 Jul 2002 22:10:08 -0400
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The nice guy
Part 2
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She lit the candle in the living room as the finishing touch before his
arrival. The last day or so had been rough as she tried to still the beast
raging within her. It had been SO long since she had fed properly that the
hunger was gnawing her all hours of the day. Why this little man attracted
her so deeply, she didn't understand, but knowing that he had been forced to
run to the bathroom and finish himself off showed that there was something
there for her to find. The image of him tied up while she delved into what
it was that made him so unique flooded her with longing.

Ten minutes after seven the doorbell rang. She looked at her watch and let
him stew on her doorstep. She wanted him to learn that when she said
promptly, that is exactly what she meant.  Two minutes passed and then he
knocked.  When she opened the door and raised an eyebrow, he knew that he
had made a slight judgment in error. "I'm sorry I'm a few minutes late, Ms.
Chance, but it took me a little longer to clean up after work than I
originally thought".

With that, she opened the door a little wider and with a sweeping gesture,
invited him in. "We can talk about your tardiness later. For now, why don't
you give me a little spin and show me JUST how well you clean up?" she
replied teasingly but with enough truth in her words to make him stand stock
still and feel her control start lapping at him. She closed the door and
without him even realizing how quickly he obeyed her, he was turning around
with his arms akimbo, showing off with a flourish. With the blushing grin he
gave her, she realized he thought it was a game. He'd find out differently
soon enough, she thought to herself.

He did look good for a hardhat that spent more time deciding on what color
sweat socks to wear than what made a man look fine. Dark black jeans with a
razor sharp crease down the center. White long sleeved shirt with a bolo tie
lying straight as an arrow and a set of cowboy boots that a crocodile had
given up his life for completed his ensemble.

She in turn wore something very simple. A peasant blouse that slipped off
one shoulder when she moved too fast and a beige skirt that buttoned up the
front. When his glance happened to look down, he could see the tips of
painted red toes peeping up at him. With a stiffening of his resolve, he
vowed to himself he would not lose control so easily this time. It's just
that this lady turned him on like nothing before. She was bigger than him
and carried herself with such . confidence, that it touched some long ago
forgotten chord deep within him. He couldn't put it in words, but he knew
that if he let her into his life, that it would never be the same again. And
those heels that she wore! With a ragged inward groan and his cock starting
to rise, he steered the conversation towards the reason for his visit.  "Ms
Chance, why don't you show me where you want the work done? I should be able
to give you the name of a good outfit if I know what you need"

"Basically, Mr. Long ... May I call you Jim?" At his nod, she continued,
"Basically what I want to do is convert some of the basement into a self
contained room. The basement is unfinished and there is a lot of space going
to waste. What I really want to do is take a section of it and make a small
fully functional room. Put up walls; install a toilet, small sink and things
of that sort. That way when I had  ... guests . over, they would have
somewhere completely secluded to stay in. I don't think I'll install
carpeting till much later, so the bare cement will work fine for the moment"

She led him down the stairs, old fashioned light bulb swinging overhead.
Holding onto the rail, he got his very first look at her dungeon. It wasn't
much of a dungeon at the moment. She had pushed all the equipment into one
darkened corner so it couldn't be seen properly from the stairwell. She didn
't want this particular deer to lose sight of her headlights, after all.

He tried taking a step forward to go investigate what he thought was a
wooden beam sticking straight in mid air, but with her hand pulling gently
on his elbow and her bosom nestling against it just so, his mind quickly
drifted where she wanted it to go. She led him to the section of the
basement she wanted the room built on. With a small notebook in hand, he
asked her a few questions. The irony of the situation was not lost on her
and the smile she got thinking of having him building his own prison before
she locked him permanently in it would have definitely sent him running for
cover.

He asked some more questions and he thought of a man who would do a good
job. But. if he put his name forward, he'd lose the only reason he had
contact with the delectable Ms. Chance. He did some quick figuring, mentally
tossed every free moment he'd ever have into the trash and told her quite
simply that he was the best man he knew for the job.

Her look of absolute delight made him quite proud of the small lie he had
told. When she stepped into his arms to give him a hug of appreciation, he
thought that the hell he was bound to find at the end of his time would be
quite worth all the scheming he was doing.

With her arms snuggled against his forearm, she led the way back up the
stairs. With every step she took, she rubbed up against him. Her nipples
grew peaks and she vowed before this night was over, she'd appease some of
the hunger that was gnawing at her. All he could think of was how nice it
would be if his face was between them.

They pretended to be civilized, sipping a glass of wine while they discussed
all the options of the up-coming project at her dining room table. She
smiled often and freely and when she laughed, she threw back her head with
her hair cascading behind her. This only served to make him image her hair
flowing freely all over him. In time, the wine had them giggly and she
suggested they go sit in the living room where they could get comfy.

She curled up on the settee and when he followed her in, she silently
pointed to the spot right in front of her feet. With a bemused, slightly
besotted smile, he obeyed her. When he got comfortable with his back to her,
she stretched like a cat and began to smolder. The heat and need radiating
out of her should have burned the hairs at his nape, but the "nice guy" didn
't notice a thing. She uncurled her legs from underneath her and slowly
placed them over his shoulders. When he turned his head awkwardly to look at
her wondering what mischief she was up to, she smiled sleepily and said her
feet ached. Walking all day thru the halls in those heels hurt, so she'd
appreciate it if he'd rub them for her. His eyes grew smoky and he licked
his lips, daring to wonder if he could keep his control. He wanted to touch
them SO badly. To have them sitting in his lap while he caressed them might
be more than he could stand, but the need ... Oh, the ravenous devouring
need that swamped him at that moment made him throw every bit of sense to
the winds and his hands lightly landed on the tops of her knees.

His hands, tanned and calloused, looked so dark against the pure whiteness
of her thighs. Night and day, they both thought at the same time. White vs
Dark.  Soft vs hard.  Female vs Male were all there for them both to see in
a moment of perfect clarity.  In that one moment, they found that connection
that others ramble on about.

He lightly caressed the flesh of her leg while the roughness of his skin
caused her to shiver. His fingers trailed, admiring the feel of the softness
of her skin. His thumb brushed lightly against the arch of her foot and her
panties got damp. His pants got tight and his hands clenched. He tried to
stay away from the pretty feet pressed against his thighs as long as he
dared, but they called like a beacon. His hands slid downward, downward till
he could wrap his hands around her dainty foot. For such a big woman, her
feet were so small. The unbidden thought came that if he lined them up
against the rise in his pants, she could quite easily cover all of him. At
that, his zipper took more punishment than it was made to and his hands
started fondling her. His fingers dipped between each toe, separating them,
caressing them and admiring her polish. She in turn was thankful that he had
his back to her. She had the freedom to play while he worshiped her. Her
hand gently slid the peasant shirt off of one shoulder and caressed one of
the globes hidden inside. Teasing it to a peak, she continued to watch him.

He was so into what he was doing that when he pressed her feet overtop of
his crotch, he could only let out a hungry sigh. The "nice guy" who normally
sat in the captain's seat had had too much wine and had fallen deeply
asleep. He caressed each foot in turn, giving them both the attention they
deserved. When he was ready to move on to the other, he placed the neglected
one right on the bulge of his jeans. He was at the point where he didn't
care if she felt him shifting against it trying to find relief. His need was
approaching hers in intensity. She spread her legs a little wider and in
doing so, her heel dug in his crotch a little bit deeper. The groan he let
out at the action only made her fingers lift the edges of her skirt. His
lips found the skin at her knee and then he pushed against her foot. Aching
and dripping inside his jeans, he didn't even have the thought to unzip
them. Pushing her foot harder against him, sliding it along the very meat of
him, he was so in lust at that moment that he could barely focus on the moan
above him. Her hand had trailed up her thigh till she felt her lips kissing
the tips of her fingers.  Delicately, for the moment, she strummed herself,
watching him and hearing him might be enough. Leaning down and putting her
lips to his ear, her tongue gently flicked the lobe of his ear. "Unzip them"
was all she said before leaning back.

His hands trembling and with his butt arched off the floor, he undid his
belt, unzipped his pants and dragged them down. Ohghod, the relief he
thought. When her soft little feet wrapped around his cock, he almost shot
off like a rocket. Dragging a deep breath and trying to regains some
resemblance to control; he put her feet flat on his thighs, leaned his head
back and encountered her lap. When he smelled her arousal, his nostrils
flared. When he felt her fingers moving under his head, he lost his mind.
With one hand wrapped desperately around the base of her foot and the other
surrounding what was left of his manhood, he came. Flooding, pouring over
the tops of her toes with the sounds of her cumming echoing overhead.

"I do think we're going to have to curb that habit you have of rushing
places, Jim", she said as she leaned her head back. Snuggling deeper in the
settee, she drifted off to sleep. He blushed at the realization that she
knew that he came, pulled up his jeans slowly as to not disturb her, then
with his chin bobbing against his chest, he joined her.

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