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Fantasy Girls
By JoannaCD
It had been a long day of traveling and meetings but I wasn't tired
despite the fact that was precisely the excuse that I used for not joining
my local business associates for dinner. I could feel my pulse racing and I
almost couldn't control the trembling in my hand as I signed the registration at
the motel.
"Need directions to the room, sir?"
"No, that's alright," I replied, and I noticed that my voice sounded
strange to me. My throat was dry and it felt constricted.
As I climbed the flight of stairs to the second deck where my room was
located I felt my calf muscles tightening in anticipation, and when I
inserted the key into the door lock the shaking of my hand was very visible. I
actually felt faint.
I was pleased to see that there was a large wall mirror directly across
from the foot of the bed. I opened my suitcase and took out the toiletry kit and
a corrugated box which I had picked up from the Post Office this morning on my
way to the airport. I left the box on the bed and took the toiletry kit with me
into the bathroom.
As I pulled out my cock to take a piss I wasn't surprised to find it
slippery with pre-cum and semi-stiff. When I shook it, a full erection
developed. I gave it a couple of strokes, but resisted the urge to complete a
quick jack-off. Instead, I slipped my boner back into my underpants and
stripped off my clothing in preparation for showering. As I stood in front
of the mirror I rubbed the bulge with the black nylon that encased it, causing
more pre-cum to ooze through the fabric. Again I stopped and got on with the
showering.
By the time I got out of the steamy shower my joint had shrunk. After
toweling dry I lay down on the cool sheets with the three pillows of the king
sized bed serving as a backrest. I reached for the box which had occupied my
thoughts all day. A rustling, rattling sound came from inside as I gently
shook it. I could feel my cock swelling again.
A wonderful leathery scent rose to my nostrils and I raised the box to
breathe in the aroma coming through the tissue. If someone would have been
observing me they would have seen that my erection was now full again, but
my attention was directed to the contents of the box. I pulled a tissue covered
item from it which I slowly unwrapped, savoring the moment.
The tissue fell away and my hand held a beautiful red leather high-heeled
pump. My fingers traced over the tapered toe, along the sole, up the steeply
inclined arch and then down the six-inch high stiletto heel.
I held it up so that I could view and admire the sleek profile. I noted
again the steep arch and the small angle between it and the slender fragile
looking heel with the tiny lift at its tip. I pressed the heel against my
thigh, leaving a reddened imprint duplicating the shape of the tiny lift. I
wondered if that thin spike could support my weight.
I slipped the shoe onto my bare foot. It fit perfectly, but I thought to
myself that I would have to get some stockings. Yes, some black nylons and
a garter belt would be a perfect addition.
I raised my leg and admired the profile in the wall mirror. The first
thing I noticed was that the shoe made my size eleven foot look much smaller,
and when I pointed my toe the bulge of my calf had a voluptuous feminine
appearance. I was amazed. I could have been looking at a woman's leg in the
mirror. I slipped on the other shoe and lay back on the bed extending my feet to
the position that I imagined that they would be in if I was standing. I
could feel my calf muscles tightening and an exquisite feeling coursed up my
legs. By now my penis was rock hard and purple veins ribbed its surface.
After all these years of looking at luscious heels in magazines, in store
windows, and most of all on women, I finally had a pair of my own.
I gradually started pumping my cock, but curiosity about whether I would
walk on these towering heels overcame my urge to shoot my load. I swung my
legs over the side of the bed and stood up. It felt strange to have my weight
shifted onto my toes and I had to shift my posture to maintain my balance. I
noted that my pelvis was thrust forward and that the wonderful tension that I
had only imagined before, ran through my insteps and up into my calves. I took
a few tentative steps and found that walking was no problem and in fact it
felt great. I walked into the bathroom and enjoyed the sharp tapping sound of
the heels on the tile floor. I made a circuit of the room and then again sat on
the edge of the bed. I lay back on the cool sheets slowly fucking my hand.
I wished that I could share this with someone. Then I got a wild idea.
I quickly pulled the phone book from the bedside drawer and opened the yellow
pages to escort services. The ad for "Fantasy Women Escort Service" attracted
my attention and I dialed the number. A businesslike voice answered.
"Fantasy Women. How may we be of service to you?"
"Hi," I said . "I'm spending a few days at the Courtyard Hotel and I was
wondering if one of your girls could spend some time with me?"
"Certainly, that's our business . Are there any particular characteristics that
you'd like this girl to have?"
"This is probably going to sound a little strange to you, but I'd like her
to wear really high spiked heels."
"That's no problem, sir. Many of our clients request particular attire.
That's why we chose the name for our business. We actually specialize in
fulfilling fantasies. Would you like those shoes to be a particular color?"
"Red would be great."
"We can arrange that. Is there any other attire that you'd like her to
wear?"
"How about black nylons and a miniskirt?" I said. And big hoop earrings."
"Anything special in makeup, sir?"
"Yeah, red lipstick, lots of it and red nails. Have her put on heavy eye
makeup too."
"Would you like her to wear false eye lashes?"
"Sure, why not?"
"Okay, sir, Is that about it?"
By now I felt like I was talking to an old friend and my earlier
inhibitions had disappeared. "Make sure that she has big tits and is beautiful,"
I added.
"That goes without saying," said the voice with a laugh. "Our charge is
two hundred dollars and I'll take most major credit cards. Sally will meet you
at the Sirloin Pit near your hotel at eight for dinner. I'm sure that you'll
have no trouble recognizing her. And, oh yes. Any other arrangements are
between the two of you. If that's acceptable to you I'll take your credit
card number."
I gave the voice my VISA number, told him that I'd be wearing a red
sweater for identification, and hung up the phone, not believing what I had
just done. I glanced at my watch and saw that it was now seven, plenty of time
to get ready, but not enough for any really satisfying jerking off. Besides,
if this evening right, I'd be doing some serious fucking before midnight.
I arrived at the Sirloin Pit at about 7:50PM and took a seat at the bar
after scanning the room and determining that Sally wasn't there yet. About
half of the tables in the small room were occupied, as were a couple of stools
at the bar.
The crowd was a mix of businessmen, couples, and singles. I ordered a
martini and as I sipped the icy gin and vermouth I noticed that another guy
by himself at the end of the bar kept glancing over his shoulder like he was
looking for someone.
It was now two minutes to eight according to the clock on the back bar.
The guy on the other end turned again, but this time he didn't turn back to
His drink. I looked to see what had drawn his attention. A tall beautiful
Blonde was moving across the room toward him. I noticed that several other men
in the room had also taken notice.
She was wearing a black leather motorcycle jacket and very tight denim
jeans which were tucked into black spike heeled pointy toed boots, decorated
with silver studs and chains. The combination of her fair skin, almost white
blonde hair, and black clothing made her red lips stand out in an almost
surreal manner.
She slid onto a stool next to the guy and he ordered a drink for her. I
could feel my cock swelling as I studied the curves of her ass tightly encased
in black denim. I shifted on the bar stool to give my rod some relief. Just
then I felt a tap on my shoulder.
"Hi. Are you Fred?"
"I sure am. You must be Sally."
I thought about shaking her hand, but quickly decided that would be uncool
and instead I reached out and helped her onto the bar stool. As I took her
hand I noticed that she had very long red fingernails. When I released her hand
she ran her nails across the back of my hand and a tingly feeling ran through my
body. This was accentuated when her hand slid down to my leg, grazing my now
fully erect love pole through my trousers before it came to rest near my knee.
I realized that Sally knew what she was doing, for to others we looked like
Old friends sitting angled toward one another.
"Do you like what you see?" she asked.
"I sure do! You're beautiful!"
"Why, thank you," she said, smiling.
I looked into her blue eyes, which were made up exactly as I had
requested. Big gold hoop earrings dangled from her ears under her long
black hair.
Then I felt the toe of her shoe caressing the back of my leg and I looked
down at the other, which rested on the foot rail.
What I saw was a red pump, but the pointed toe was covered with gold
metal. The lower half of the very high stiletto heel was made of a similar
material. A narrow gold chain encircled Sally's slender ankle. My eyes
traveled up her black nylon clad leg and I was pleased to see that her very
short black leather skirt gave me a glimpse of her tanned thigh above her
stockings, which were suspended by red and black ribbons of elastic.
A red silk blouse was buttoned so that her cleavage was just visible and a
gold neck chain flowed toward the space defined by her wonderful tits. A stylish
black leather blazer was a sexy concession to the cool Spring evening.
"Would you like a drink, or would you prefer to into the dining room and
have one with dinner?"
"I'd just like a glass of white wine. I'd already eaten when I got the
call."
I ordered the wine and wondered how direct I should be. Sally solved my
problem.
"You know," she said, "Some guys like to take pictures of their fantasy
girl as sort of a souvenir. Would you like to do that? I've got a Polaroid
out in my car. We could go up to your room."
"Yeah, that sounds good to me. How about if I buy a bottle of wine and
take it to the room with us?"
"Party time, eh? Well, parties cost a little extra."
"How much extra?"
"Forty bucks an hour, the first forty in advance."
"Whew! That's a bunch!" I exclaimed. "What do I get for that?"
"The time of your life, and if it's not, you put the value on it."
"Let's go," I said.
"Okay, but first give me your room number so I can call in where I'm
going. Don't take it personally, but that's one of our safety rules."
We drove over to the motel in own cars and ten minutes later Sally was
walking beside me to the stairs to the room, her steel heels making a sharp
tapping sound on the concrete walk. I'd been stroking my cock through my
pants on the ride over, so I was pretty well charged up, but the sound of those
heels was getting me even hotter.
I let Sally go up the stairs ahead of me so I could get a good view. Her
leather skirt fit over her ass like it was a second skin, and her nylon encased
legs looked like they went on forever. The red stiletto heeled pumps and the
chain around her ankle added to the effect. The heels had to be close to five
inches high, and when Sally reached the top and started down the hallway I
could see that they and the tight skirt affected her walk, making it extremely
sexy. She could only take very small steps and her hips sort of rolled side to
side. When she turned at the door it was apparent that the heels caused her very
ample boobs to be thrust out even further than they normally would be. I opened
the door and immediately saw the red spikes that I'd been wearing earlier. Sally
saw them too.
"Those are yours, aren't they?" she said with a smile on her face. "Are
you a TV? So you have makeup and clothes?"
"No. Just the shoes."
"We're not just gonna have a party. We're going to have a costume party.
Pour some wine Fred. I've got to run out to my car for a minute."
I poured two glasses of the chilled Chablis and sat in the easy chair
sipping the wine and stroking my cock through my trousers. I knocked down the
remainder of the glass as I heard the clatter of heels coming down the corridor.
I quickly refilled the glass before I opened the door to let Sally in. She was
carrying a gym bag and right behind her was the tall Blonde in the leather
jackets that I had seen earlier in the bar.
Sally walked in, at the same time introducing Mary, another girl from her
service. Sally explained that she had run into Mary in the parking lot, and that
Mary's date had been called away before they could get very friendly. Then
explained that the escort service would charge him only half the fee since the
girls evening could not be rescheduled at this late time. So Sally had asked her
to join them for a little party.
Fred pouring the girls some wine, as they perched on the corner of the
bed and examined my spiked heels.
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"Do you like Mary's boots, Fred?" Sally asked.
She has undoubtedly seen me looking down at them. Like Sally's pumps they
had heels which were very close to being five inches high. Since both women
had small feet it made the arch similar to that of my six inch heels. That high
arch, the narrow heels, and the sharply pointed toes along with the silver
chains and studs on the black leather somehow gave a menacing appearance. It
was probably due to some mental association that I unconsciously made with
photos I'd seen in domination magazines. Somehow Sally sensed what was going
through my mind.
"Oh, they got dusty in the parking lot. Fred, get down on your knees and
lick them clean!"
In my frame of mind the most natural thing in the world for me to do was
to immediately comply and drop to my knees and polish Mary's boots with my
tongue. Submitting to Sally's request felt good as I saw the formerly dusty
leather glisten from my efforts.
"Clean the sole and heels too." Mary said, joining into the action.
I hungrily licked the sole of Mary's boots clean without giving a thought
to where they had trod, so eager was I to please these beautiful women. I could
taste the rough leather on my dry tongue. Then Mary forced a heel between my
lips, which I immediately felt a need to suck. The moisture came back to my
mouth as my tongue worked its way around its smooth length. A metallic flavor
from the steel lift mingled with the taste of the leather as Mary fucked my
face with her boot heel. As she did this she brought the red pump which she had
been examining up to my face and rubbed its toe under my chin and against my
cheeks.
"Would Freddy like to put on his shoes ?"
"You must be kidding, Mary. They'd look ridiculous with his clothes."
"You're right of course. Take your clothes off Freddy!"
Mary withdrew the heel of her boot from my mouth and I stood so that I
could remove my clothes. In less than a minute I was standing nude in front of
these sexily clad Mistresses. I knew that it was time for me to acknowledge my
position.
"Is that satisfactory to you?" I said as deferentially as I could, my eyes
cast downward to indicate my submission.
"What?" they said in unison.
I immediately realized my mistake and made the required correction.
"Is that satisfactory, Mistresses?"
"Very good, Freddy. Much better, but I still don't think you're ready for
your shoes, do you Mary?"
"No. we've got to get rid of that body hair. Stand by the sink, Freddy."
I stood there with a raging hard-on while they both lathered and shaved my
body. I watched in fascination as my legs emerged silky smooth as the
shaving cream was wiped away. With both women working it went surprisingly fast.
My arms and chest were denuded next, followed by my underarms. I was glad that
I had shaved off my moustache last year. That would be difficult to explain
tomorrow, I was thinking. My thought was interrupted by a command from Sally.
"Bend over!"
I did as directed and a chill ran through my body as the cool shaving
cream rubbed on my ass. I complied with the directive to spread my asscheeks as
Sally carefully shaved the hair from around my asshole.
Sally and Mary debated about what to do with my pubic hair, but Mary
finally agreed with Sally that they should shave my balls but leave the rest
in case they might want to fashion a pussy later. Sally described how she had
once tied a cord around a TV's cock and pulled it back between his legs to hide
it and give the appearance of a nicely mounded pussy. Sally's fondling of my
cock and balls as she shaved almost caused me to shoot my load but I somehow was
able to get through it. She left a small triangular patch that would have
resembled a pussy if it wasn't for my love pole at its apex.
"Bring my bag over here along with your shoes."
I quickly obeyed Sally's order and felt a thrill when she pulled a pair of
sheer black stockings from it. Following her directions, I rolled them onto my
legs and I noticed precum oozing from the head of my rod as my excitement grew.
Meanwhile Mary was digging through the bag.
"Damn it. The garter belt isn't in here, Sally."
"No problem. We can use mine. Help me," she said as she lifted leather
skirt so that Mary could slip off her panties and remove the belt. Mary knelt
in front of Sally and unclipped the garter belt from her stockings and slipped
the panties and stockings down her legs. Sally stood perched precariously on
first one stiletto heel and then the other, steadying herself with her hand on
Mary's shoulder as she removed and then replaced each gold-toed shoe as she
slipped off the panties and stockings.
Then a totally unexpected thing happened. As Sally stood there in her
spikes with her skirt still raised, Mary, from her kneeling position in front of
Sally, placed her hands around the outside of Sally's legs and slid them
sensuously up their backs at the same time gently separating them. Mary's long
red tapered fingernails stood out in contrast to Sally's dark thatch. Both
moved together so that Mary's face was buried in Sally's black bush. After a
few strokes of her tongue Mary slid away and still on her knees bent down and
kissed each of Sally's shoes. Then she rose, ran her hand over Sally's cunt,
kissed her gently on the lips and then helped her smooth her skirt. I must
have had an incredulous look on my face and Sally responded to it.
"I guess I forgot to mention that Mary and I are roommates and lovers" and
after a pause, tonight you are gong to become our slave girl, Frederica, or
maybe Rica for short."
"Based on the size of his cock I do think that the idea excites him....,
or should I say her? Does it, Rica?" asked Mary.
"Yes, Mistress, it pleases me to please you."
"And who are you?"
"Mistress, I am Rica, your female slave."
Sally put the garter belt around my waist and had me fasten the stockings
to them. She showed me how to smooth the hose and draw them taut over my entire
leg so that they resembled a second shimmering skin.
"Those nails will never do, Mary. I'll fix them up while you get her
other clothes out."
Sally got a box of Ruby Red Fashion Length Press-On Nails out of her bag.
I'm small boned and have slender hands, but I'd never considered them as
feminine. The nails extended each finger length about one-half inch and curved
downward like talons, working magic on my hands. Suddenly in combination with
my shaved arms they were the hands of a woman. I held my fingers out in front
of me to admire them and then curled them and felt each with my thumb, noting
the slight clicking sound as the thumbnail made contact.
Next Sally brought out a leather bustier for my torso. I wanted my waist
to be as small as possible so I sucked in my stomach as much as I could while
she tightly laced it, starting in the middle of my back. This had the effect of
creating a bust which Sally enlarged with some pads.
"Rica, you are a model slave. Very obedient! That thing sticking out from where
your cunt should be is ruining the whole effect though. Mary, cut a
piece of that drapery cord."
Sally took the cord and deftly performed the task that she had described
before. After tying one end of the cord just behind the head of my cock she
pulled it through my ass crack and drew it under one of the lower laces on the
bustier, pulling my engorged prick back and out of sight. I now had what looked
like a cunt. I couldn't resist the urge to stroke it with my long nails. It felt
good, but the sensations were not as intense as they would have been if I was
stroking my dick directly.
"Those nails look nice against your pussy, Rica. After we get your makeup
on you can massage ours. Mary, help her with it."
While Mary started applying makeup to my face, Sally stripped off all her
clothes except for her shoes and lay on the bed. She poured another glass of
wine and sipped it while she idly played with her nipples and pussy. I could
see by the way Mary was licking her lips as she glanced at Sally while she
worked on me that she was getting hot.
"She likes a lot of eye shadow and lipstick," Sally said as she looked
over to see how it was coming. "Here, let me finish it."
Sally coated my lips with another application of crimson lip polish using
a brush to outline them in an even darker shade. My lashes are quite long, so
all they needed was a liberal coating of black mascara. By using a black pencil
she was able to create thin feminine eyebrows. After some more blue shadow and
liner she slipped a black wig over my blonde hair.
"Put on your shoes, Rica, and walk over and look at yourself in the mirror."
I noted that my stocking covered feet slid smoothly onto the pointed toed
pumps in contrast to the slight difficulty that I experienced before putting
them on bare feet. I stood and again experienced that wonderful feeling in my
calves. I walked over to the mirror and was greeted by the reflected image of a
beautiful woman. I couldn't believe it.
"Now," Sally said. "Put on my panties, skirt, and Mary's jacket and go
down and get us another bottle of wine for later."
I put on the clothing as directed and looked into the mirror. It was
tight, but sexy tight. I couldn't get the skirt closed but the jacket was
long enough to hide it. Sally had me put on some clip-on earrings with three
inch diameter hoops. They made me look even foxier as I admired my appearance in
the mirror. Then Sally reached into her bag and came out with the final touch.
"Before you go out put this on your ankle. It will remind you of your
slave status."
"Yes, Mistress," I replied as I bent over to fasten the half inch heavy
gold colored chain around my ankle. I felt a thrill course through my body as I
snapped the clasp shut.
I was apprehensive about opening the door and venturing out, but yet I was
eager to have others see me as a beautiful sexy woman. I walked out into
the cool night air. To my surprise I had little trouble walking down the stairs
in the skyscraper heels.
The click of each step on the concrete paving was transmitted up my legs
to my pelvis and I could feel the weight of the ankle chain. My tucked in cock,
or cunt as I liked to think of it, was fairly steaming, I was so hot. As I
walked the half block of sidewalk to the liquor store a car pulled up next
to me at the curb and a nervous voice asked me if I wanted to party.
I shook my head and he drove off when I entered the store. The store was
brightly lit, to discourage holdups I presumed, and I thought to myself, if
I can pass in here I can pass anywhere. I noted with satisfaction that the
clerk, despite the fact that he must have been close to seventy, checked me up
and down as I came in the door. He actually leaned over the counter to check out
my shoes as I clicked by him. I quickly found a bottle of the Chablis that we
had been drinking and brought it up to the counter.
As I left the store I got bold and said, "Bye now" in my best falsetto.
"You have a nice evening, Miss!" he responded.
"I plan on it."
When I opened the door to the room both Sally and Mary were nude. Mary
was lying on her back on the bed and Sally was straddling her with her bush
over Mary's face. Mary's hands were on Sally's hips alternately pulling and
pushing. Sally turned to me.
"Well, I see that our whore slave survived her public debut. Now get your
cunt licking face over and get to work on Mary's pussy."
"Yes, Mistress!" I said, dropping to my knees.
"Take off that jacket and skirt first you stupid bitch, You want to ruin
them?"
"I'm sorry, Mistress," I said as I obeyed her commands.
Mary's love hole was dripping and I slurped her juices thirstily. Sally
adjusted her position so that she could press her spikes against my shoulders.
Every now and then she'd jab me with them and with each jab I drove my tongue
farther into Mary's cunt.
"Yeah, suck that pussy, bitch! Do good and I'll let you ask Mary for
permission to jerk off."
Mary came in great heaving spasms and when she started bucking, Sally also
came. Both gave gasping groans as wave after wave of orgasm coursed through
them.
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I awoke to the sound of the clock radio. For a moment I didn't know where
I was. The lights were on in the room and I was lying on top of the sheet with
the blanket and the bedspread on the floor. The red shoes were still on my feet
and the hair on my stomach was matted with dried cum. There were no long
fingernails, and when I looked in the mirror all I saw was my usual morning
face needing a shave. Fragments of the dream still filled me mind. I knew that
I had to turn it into reality!
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