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Licking Her Nylon Feet For The First Time... free porn video
The story starts long time ago, when i was 16 years old, and she was our housekeeper...
"Jean, please leave the stocking on, can I just kiss your feet and smell them."
And she laughed, but not in a mocking w ay, "Is that it, just smell my feet? Well I'm sure they probably smell a bit stinky after being in my boots all morning. I wouldn't want to smell them, and I can't imagine why you would want to kiss them, but yes, you can if you like."
This was it, the dream becoming real. My cock jerked violently when she said this, and she sounded so incredibly soft and understanding. Then she leant back and lifted her stockinged foot onto the table right in front of my face, slipping off her flip flop, and twiddling her silky brown nylon toes - she was right, it was a strong smell of sweat and leather and the perfume of the softener that she must use to wash her stockings in but it was heavenly, so I put my face closer to her foot and breathed in deeply. I looked round and she was watching me with a curious look on her silky nylon covered face. I finally got my courage up, I leant forward and kissed her big toe.
"Ooh, no-one has ever done that before Peter, that feels so strange. Do you want to do anything else to my feet, I really don't get it Peter, but if you are enjoying yourself just doing this you can do it some more. Other men just want to see my breasts, do you?"
No, I really didn't, but what a delightful woman, so patient and calm, I slipped my mouth down over her toes and sucked, getting the taste of her feet, her boots and nylons. I couldn't help grabbing my cock and starting to pump it.
"Hey! Steady tiger, slow down a bit, I can help you with that. Your mum wouldn't like me touching you, but if you wait a minute, I won't have to."
And she went out into the kitchen and came back with her handbag, from which she produced a pair of very thin, very tight tan leather gloves. They were quite stained and a little bit longer than usual. She pulled them on and carefully teased the thin leather down over her fingers.
"Strictly speaking Peter, I won't actually be touching you, so there'll be no harm done will there?"
Jean, am I going to complain? Am I going to tell anyone? She reached down and put one warm leather hand around my cock and began to rub it so gently, expertly, holding it perfectly, not too rough and better than when I did it myself.
Looking into my face through her nylon mask and smiling kindly at me she said softly, "Is this what you need so badly, poor sweet Peter, will feet and nylons be your special thing?"
I couldn't speak, I was too choked up, and she wriggled her long perfect toes in front of my face while she stroked my prick up and down with her hand. It was almost too much for anyone, I had thought of things like this for ages, but in a few minutes it was all happening to me for real.
I quickly came all over her leather covered hand, and she wiped her gloves clean with one of mum's yellow dusters. And then she sat there, not moving her foot from in front of my face, with her gloved hands in her lap, not touching the mask which was still pulled tightly over her face. My cock just wouldn't go down, it stayed so sensitive and stiff and I tried to cover it up with my gown.
"Why do you love my feet so much Peter, I don't understand, can you tell me? I have thought about when I saw you smelling my boots for weeks now , why would you like to do that so much, was that the first time?"
I was sobbing big tears of some emotion or other, Freud would have had a field day, and the tears rolled down my face. My cock had stayed absolutely rock hard, and I felt none of the relief a good w ank normally gave me. I couldn't even begin to answer her, I didn't even know the answer myself, only that I had an outpouring of love towards her for being so gentle and kind and calm towards me. Trying to understand me and making me feel like the crushing burden of these weird fetishes wasn't so bad after all - Maybe there would be other women in the world as understanding?
"Your penis is still so hard Peter, so stiff and painful looking, If I don't do something for you, it may never get soft again, and then how would you put your trousers on?"
Another weak joke, but she was totally in charge and so what could I do? I was breathing hard, my heart was racing and I just blurted out, "You are so beautiful Jean I have always loved you…"
"Stop it Peter, don't use that word, you don't love me and I am certainly not beautiful, but thank you for the thought - I like you very much and I always have, I only want to free you from the pain of not being able to have what you seem to need so badly. I must do this one thing for you, Shhhh, be quiet now ."
Jean knelt down in front of me and opened her mouth, and she let my cock push the thin nylon of her stocking mask into her mouth. I was whimpering, this was so good. Too good to be true. Jean closed her warm mouth around my cock which ached and throbbed because I had only just come and was hardly ready to come again. But she sucked my cock gently, every so often telling me that it was lovely and tasted good, massaging my buttocks with her leather gloved hands - She was in no rush as she kept on sucking as if it was a delicious treat, she started to moan softly, and that was too much. My penis pulsed into her mouth sending thin warm sperm into it, the second come after the first was so much more intense and hot and more watery. She swallowed my come and looked up at me and smiled again.
"You have a lovely penis Peter, I hope your girlfriends will all appreciate it when you get older. Never be afraid of asking for what you really want from a lady. You never know your luck and you may find they enjoy these things as much as you do. I haven't ever put a stocking over my head before, but it feels nice, I will do it for my husband to see if he likes it next time we are in bed. I certainly never knew anyone could love feet so much, especially my feet, I think they look odd."
"You will never forget me, or today Peter - I know that I am your first and you never forget your first. But what I have done to you is wrong, I am married, and you are so young, but I hope I have helped you. You must understand that this can not happen ever again, it's just that when I saw how much you desired me I just got carried away, I don't think I have been wanted so much by anyone before."
"Jean, please leave the stocking on, can I just kiss your feet and smell them."
And she laughed, but not in a mocking w ay, "Is that it, just smell my feet? Well I'm sure they probably smell a bit stinky after being in my boots all morning. I wouldn't want to smell them, and I can't imagine why you would want to kiss them, but yes, you can if you like."
This was it, the dream becoming real. My cock jerked violently when she said this, and she sounded so incredibly soft and understanding. Then she leant back and lifted her stockinged foot onto the table right in front of my face, slipping off her flip flop, and twiddling her silky brown nylon toes - she was right, it was a strong smell of sweat and leather and the perfume of the softener that she must use to wash her stockings in but it was heavenly, so I put my face closer to her foot and breathed in deeply. I looked round and she was watching me with a curious look on her silky nylon covered face. I finally got my courage up, I leant forward and kissed her big toe.
"Ooh, no-one has ever done that before Peter, that feels so strange. Do you want to do anything else to my feet, I really don't get it Peter, but if you are enjoying yourself just doing this you can do it some more. Other men just want to see my breasts, do you?"
No, I really didn't, but what a delightful woman, so patient and calm, I slipped my mouth down over her toes and sucked, getting the taste of her feet, her boots and nylons. I couldn't help grabbing my cock and starting to pump it.
"Hey! Steady tiger, slow down a bit, I can help you with that. Your mum wouldn't like me touching you, but if you wait a minute, I won't have to."
And she went out into the kitchen and came back with her handbag, from which she produced a pair of very thin, very tight tan leather gloves. They were quite stained and a little bit longer than usual. She pulled them on and carefully teased the thin leather down over her fingers.
"Strictly speaking Peter, I won't actually be touching you, so there'll be no harm done will there?"
Jean, am I going to complain? Am I going to tell anyone? She reached down and put one warm leather hand around my cock and began to rub it so gently, expertly, holding it perfectly, not too rough and better than when I did it myself.
Looking into my face through her nylon mask and smiling kindly at me she said softly, "Is this what you need so badly, poor sweet Peter, will feet and nylons be your special thing?"
I couldn't speak, I was too choked up, and she wriggled her long perfect toes in front of my face while she stroked my prick up and down with her hand. It was almost too much for anyone, I had thought of things like this for ages, but in a few minutes it was all happening to me for real.
I quickly came all over her leather covered hand, and she wiped her gloves clean with one of mum's yellow dusters. And then she sat there, not moving her foot from in front of my face, with her gloved hands in her lap, not touching the mask which was still pulled tightly over her face. My cock just wouldn't go down, it stayed so sensitive and stiff and I tried to cover it up with my gown.
"Why do you love my feet so much Peter, I don't understand, can you tell me? I have thought about when I saw you smelling my boots for weeks now , why would you like to do that so much, was that the first time?"
I was sobbing big tears of some emotion or other, Freud would have had a field day, and the tears rolled down my face. My cock had stayed absolutely rock hard, and I felt none of the relief a good w ank normally gave me. I couldn't even begin to answer her, I didn't even know the answer myself, only that I had an outpouring of love towards her for being so gentle and kind and calm towards me. Trying to understand me and making me feel like the crushing burden of these weird fetishes wasn't so bad after all - Maybe there would be other women in the world as understanding?
"Your penis is still so hard Peter, so stiff and painful looking, If I don't do something for you, it may never get soft again, and then how would you put your trousers on?"
Another weak joke, but she was totally in charge and so what could I do? I was breathing hard, my heart was racing and I just blurted out, "You are so beautiful Jean I have always loved you…"
"Stop it Peter, don't use that word, you don't love me and I am certainly not beautiful, but thank you for the thought - I like you very much and I always have, I only want to free you from the pain of not being able to have what you seem to need so badly. I must do this one thing for you, Shhhh, be quiet now ."
Jean knelt down in front of me and opened her mouth, and she let my cock push the thin nylon of her stocking mask into her mouth. I was whimpering, this was so good. Too good to be true. Jean closed her warm mouth around my cock which ached and throbbed because I had only just come and was hardly ready to come again. But she sucked my cock gently, every so often telling me that it was lovely and tasted good, massaging my buttocks with her leather gloved hands - She was in no rush as she kept on sucking as if it was a delicious treat, she started to moan softly, and that was too much. My penis pulsed into her mouth sending thin warm sperm into it, the second come after the first was so much more intense and hot and more watery. She swallowed my come and looked up at me and smiled again.
"You have a lovely penis Peter, I hope your girlfriends will all appreciate it when you get older. Never be afraid of asking for what you really want from a lady. You never know your luck and you may find they enjoy these things as much as you do. I haven't ever put a stocking over my head before, but it feels nice, I will do it for my husband to see if he likes it next time we are in bed. I certainly never knew anyone could love feet so much, especially my feet, I think they look odd."
"You will never forget me, or today Peter - I know that I am your first and you never forget your first. But what I have done to you is wrong, I am married, and you are so young, but I hope I have helped you. You must understand that this can not happen ever again, it's just that when I saw how much you desired me I just got carried away, I don't think I have been wanted so much by anyone before."
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