It was a grey, cloudy Tuesday morning. A typical morning in London during its bleak, chilling winter.

Martin Hughes heavy footsteps echoed along the quiet corridor. He shivered as the chilling cold penetrated his thick winter coat and he breathed out a puff of icy air. ’Got to get that damn heating back on,’ he thought to himself.

He stopped outside the oak door with the number 9 sticking to the glass panel. He breathed in … and out; mentally preparing himself for the day ahead. It would be as normal a day as any as far as he could tell – but when you’re 55 with health problems and a ***** of a wife who could be in bed with anyone, man or woman, while you’re hard at work to support her, it all becomes unbearably difficult and undeniably pointless.

Martin stared lazily at the door. The door he had walked through countless times for countless years. Each time he walked through the door, work started, as did the countdown to the end of it – when his wife would do all she can to disguise the smell of her passionate acts with the plumber, or the hairdresser.

All he could think about as he gripped the brass door knob to cross the threshold of his obtuse labour was who she could be with today; which master or mistress she was no doubt enjoying at that moment. Maybe a neighbour? Maybe someone Martin didn’t even know. Maybe there was more than just one at a time –

’Mr. Hughes?’

’Yes,’ sighed Martin, turning to face his beloved secretary.

’You have a visitor, Sir.’

Martin flung his suitcase through the open door into his room and glanced at his watch. ’Now?’ he asked, appalled.

’I’m afraid so, Sir,’ she replied, apologetically.

Martin sighed. The official time to begin work hadn’t even begun and he was already more stressed than he could cope with. Maybe it was a lover of his wife come to apologize and plead for forgiveness?

’Important visitor?’

’I think so, Sir. I saw his car.’

’His car?’

’Yes, Sir. A Jaguar XJ – diplomatic plates.’

Martin sighed again, knowing this wouldn’t be easy. He’d dealt with people like this before. Before he begun thinking carefully about how to deal with this unexpected, unwanted visitor, Martin demanded his usual coffee.

’Right away, Mr. Hughes. Black?’

’As always, Ana.’

She flashed him a gorgeous smile. He attempted (but failed) one back. His eyes fell downwards towards her rear as she walked to the coffee machine. He admired its perfect shape swinging to and fro, rhythmically. His eyes were then drawn down her black stockings to her high heeled shoes. As she turned to make his coffee, so did her feet.

His mouth started salivating at the sight of her ten perfect round toes pointing through. Martin wanted no more than to pull the stocking off with his teeth and to suck them till he passed out. He wanted those perfect feet wrapped round his cock until he came all over them.

He was so hypnotized he didn’t realize her looking up at him. He was shocked as he looked into her eyes. All he could see was – lust.

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He was so hypnotized he didn’t realize her looking up at him. He was shocked as he looked into her eyes. All he could see was – lust.

She dropped the coffee cup to the floor, the boiling black substance staining the floor. Martin grinned as he knew that wouldn’t be the only stain on the floor.

She walked towards him, seductively, slowly, her eyes never leaving his. His eyes went down to her breasts and once more to her feet.

Her hands went to her blouse and she slowly started to unbutton it. He felt blood running into his ***** and felt it rising quickly as she gazed into his eyes. She looked down.

“Looks like someone’s waking up now. Guess you might not need that coffee,” she said.

“No?” Martin replied, hoping she was going to do what he thought.

“I know something better.”

Before he knew what happened she was on her knees, her hands fumbling for his ****. In a second she was sucking his *****; hr saliva coating his thick, pulsing manhood. He could feel his ****** rising in just seconds. He hadn’t had relief in days, since his wife was almost always exhausted. He looked down and she looked up into his eyes, lovingly, her head bobbing up and down as fast as lightning.

“Uuuugghhhhhhh” he exclaimed. “I’M CÙMMING!!!!!!!” With that, he closed his eyes and his cùm shot to the back of her mouth. Her eyes widened. She let his cock go from her mouth and swallowed the whole load.

“Thanks.”

“Any time,” he replied, panting.

“You know … I’m not sure I want coffee anymore. I’d rather your version of coffee.”

With that she undid her blouse and ripped her bra off.

Martin needed no more encouragement. Without thinking he grabbed each ******, massaging them quickly and licking the nipples lovingly. His left hand creeped lower and lower until he reached her pubic region. As he lifted her skirt he realised she wore no panties.

“For you, darling.” She grinned. Martin kissed her passionately as he fingered her shaved *****. She moaned into his mouth before breaking the kiss.

“FUCK YEAH **** YEAH OH **** **** I’M CÙMMMMING!!!!!”

Martin wasted no time. He got down there and lapped at the cùm erupting from her pùssy. He carried on licking her clìt, her moans filling the room until she calmed down.

“Anything else you want, Sir?” she asked.

Martin didn’t even bother answering. He carried on kissing down her leg until he got to her shoe. He licked her toes and she giggled. “I guess there is.” She relaxed as he took off her shoes and kissed each toe and sucked the foot as a whole, fitting every toe in his mouth.

She took her feet away from him and took all her clothes off, expect her stockings. Martin followed suit, his cock already standing ready.

She sat back down and offered him her legs. He grabbed the stocking with his teeth and pulled them off of each leg and admired her pink painted toes. He kissed them and kissed up to her ***** as he felt her feet stroking his thighs, making their way towards his cock.

The arches of her feet gripped his cock tightly and started rubbing it.

Martin leant back and moaned. “God that feels good. Yes yes keep rubbing.”

He looked down and saw her flawless feet pumping his cock, stopping occassionally for her to rub her toes over his head. Martin couldn’t hold it much longer. He grabbed her feet and fucked them as hard as he could until he came as much as he could all over her feet.

She grinned at him. He grinned back.

This continued for one year after that Ana got married and shifted to another country.

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Bella was a happy, studious, shy student in her final year of her high school, looking forward to going to university and making something of her life. But one day she fell into the path of Amara, and her life changed.

Amara was a year older and repeating the final year after failing the year before. It was not that she wasn't smart, but she was more interested in sport and bullying. Amara was tall, thin with hardly any t***, and tough. She was the captain of the Girls' Volleyball team and the Girls' Football team. She was also a keen and talented athlete who won most of the school races and other events. But she had her little gang of b*?tch girls who liked to pick on other girls at random.

So one day while Bella was hurrying down the hall to class, Amara's foot tripped her and Bella fell face-down in the corridor, books and pens everywhere.

'"Well, who's this clumsy little s*** then?" Amara snarled at her. Bella looked up at her disdainful face, trying to make sense of what had happened.

"I said, what's your name, s***?" Amara said in a low voice.

"I'm ... I'm Bella, ... but ..." Bella stammered, not wanting to be called a S***.

"Well Bella the S***. I'll be watching you, so be careful." And with that, Amara turned and sauntered off, laughing with her friends over what had happened. Bella was puzzled and temporarily embarrassed but hurried off to class.

It wasn't that she wasn't interested in s*x, but it was something she was saving for later. She had had lost her virginity one night at a drive-in when she found her ex boyfriend cheating on her. She drank too much and f***ed a boy she hardly knew in the back of a van. It was highly unsatisfactory, being nasty, brutish and short, but at least the boy had pulled out of her before he c**. At any rate it had been enough to put her off s*x until after high school.

Her next encounter with Amara was after the ten-mile run which all students had to complete. Amara won the girls' race with ease, whereas Bella came almost last. As a consequence, Bella was last into the showers and lost track of time under the hot water. Suddenly she realised that the buzz of girls' chatter had ceased and she was the only one in the shower area. She turned off the shower and stepped out into the main bathroom area, only to find Amara, all dressed and sarcastic, waiting for her.

"Well look who's last! It's Bella the S***!" Amara drawled. "Too busy playing with yourself in the shower, eh? Can't leave your little c*** alone can you, S***?"

Bella was suddenly aware of her nakedness, and tried to cover herself with her towel from this awful, threatening girl. But Amara stepped forward and slapped her across the face, and grabbed her towel as she staggered backwards. Now she was n*ked with nothing to cover herself.

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