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OMG II - The Shoes free porn video
Walking down the street, Pansy Pumpscock knew exactly what to do. She
needed to make men cum. She needed to feel them throb and spurt all over
her hands as she pumped them. After all, giggles, she was Pansy
Pumpscock. She also needed to coat her face with their salty-sweet man
goo. She needed men to face fuck her hard until they shot ropes of cum
down her throat. And she needed them to butt fuck her so that she could
feel the jets of sperm shooting inside her.
She didn't really care what kind of man. As long as they had hard cocks
that could shoot cummies out of them, she was fine. She thought about
how nice it would be making thick veiny cocks cum, and all the sexy
grunts the men would make as they shot their loads. She thought about
how cute it would be to make a man with a little pin dick cum, and how
grateful he was to have a sissy faggot slut like Pansy to worship his
cock. She thought about how hot it would be to kneel between the legs of
a man with a huge belly so that he couldn't even see her as she wrapped
her lips around his cock and pumped it deeper and deeper into her face
until her tongue could tickle his huge, manly balls. She thought about
how hot it would be to worship a man with a long, thick, curved cock,
and how it would feel forcing its way down her throat.
As she strutted down the busy business street with the vivid image of
cock after throbbing cock, of all color, shapes, and sizes running
around in her head, she felt a deep longing. She couldn't keep it in. It
just burst out of her. "OH MY GOD, I NEED TO BE MAKING MEN CUM!"
As everyone stopped and stared at her, it quickly became apparent that
she was yelling it at the top of her lungs.
It didn't matter. She pushed her way through the group of stunned
onlookers and strutted down the sidewalk.
While she had never been more certain about anything in her life, she
also knew that everything about her felt wrong. The suit and male
underwear she wore made her feel like she was wrapped in rags. The
short, plain nails on her hand would never do to wrap around a man's
pulsing erection. The face staring back at her in the reflection in the
mirror was much too pale and plain to make a man want to face fuck. And
the lunch pails attached to on her feet would never make a man's cocks
throb.
It took all her willpower to keep her hands from ripping the clothes
from her body. Instead, she held her hands stiffly at her sides, and
stared at her reflection in the glass, and sobbed, "OH MY GOD, I NEED TO
BE MAKING MEN CUM!"
It was then, just when she was about to break down and cry that she
noticed where she was standing. In the window where dozens of the most
beautiful, high heel shoes she had ever seen. Pansy began clapping her
hands together, jumping up and down and squealing. She was a girl who's
daddy gives her her first car for her 18th birthday. She was the woman
who's man goes down on her knees and presents to her the biggest diamond
she'd ever seen. She was the actress who'd just secured her first
starring role in a movie. Her voice sang out in ecstatic glee, "OH MY
GOD, I NEED TO BE MAKING MEN CUM!"
Pansy dashed into the shop.
"Good morning, Sir! Welcome to Pumps. My name is Amber, how can I help
you?" She was a woman of around twenty. Immaculately dress, you could
tell that this was a very upscale shop.
As she waited for a response, Paul looked at her desperately, and said,
"Ummm..." "Ummm, oh my god... I..." He clamped his mouth shut. What was
he doing?!
She giggled and grabbed his hand. "It's OK. I understand. We get gurls
like you, all the time."
Paul looked into her eyes sheepishly. She didn't know it, but inside his
head was this voice trying to control him. The voice of Pansy Pumpscock.
But that didn't make sense because it was his voice and she was Pansy
Pumpscock. OMG, I need to be making men cum! The phrase bounced around
his brain over and over again. It was his truth. It was his purpose. But
how could he do that if that was the only thing he could say?
As the sales girl looked at him confusedly, Paul decided to try an
experiment. Maybe, if he just said things that would help him make men
cum, he could say them instead of his ultimate truth, that OH MY GOD, HE
NEEDED TO MAKE MEN CUM. It was really going to be hard, because he
really just wanted to say that over and over again, but he had to try.
"Oh my god..." the words came out as a gasp. "I..." careful. "Need..."
slowly. "Some really sexy sky high Fuck Me Pumps." The words just
tumbled out of his mouth. Pansy blushed the most furious color of red.
She couldn't help herself. She looked at him and let out a loud guffaw
right into his face. "Wow! OK then. Let's find you some Fuck Me Pumps,
shall we?"
Pansy looked at her, nodded, and said, "Oh my god."
She let him over to a DIVINE pink shoe with glittery crystals along the
back. "OH MY GOD!" It was perfect!
Amber looked at him and said, "I thought you might like that."
She held one of the pairs up to Pansy to look at. "This is Gorgeous, by
Badly Mischka. It is a carmine pink satin shoe with extravagantly placed
glittering crystals adorning the back so that you will always catch the
eye of a man as you pass."
"OH MY GOD!" Pansy was in love. She delicately balanced the shoe in her
hand and examined it all over. It was perfect. She whispered to the shop
girl, "I need these shoes."
"You'll notice that the pretty pointed toe features a foam-cushioned
footbed so that you can strut the night away."
"Our next shoe..."
She grabbed the Badly Mischka out of Pansy's hand, eliciting a sob
indicating that she never wanted to let it go. "OMG..."
She guided over to another stand, "is Forever Marilyn. It is a lipstick-
colored Aquazzura suede pump designed by Edgardo Ororio. Notice that it
ties in the back and the little tassel detail."
Just when she thought that she would never see a better-looking shoe,
pansy beheld the love of her life. "Ohhhhhhhhhh."
"The designer is from Colombia, and is now taking over footwear."
It looked so slutty, and yet so playful. She imagined mincing down the
street, her tassel bouncing, as if she was a belled cat. As the image
flashed through her mind, so almost didn't notice as the words dreamily
escaped from her lips. "Oh my god, I need to be making men cum."
Replacing the pump with another shoe, she said, "This is a Louis Leeman,
embellished open toe, velvet sandals. Notice the beaded ankle strap,
almost as if you were showing your man that you were his property."
Amber said the words with a playful teasing, but that didn't matter. It
got the expected response: "OH MY GOD! Yes!"
"Let's try them on, shall we?"
"OH MY GOD" Pansy Pumpscock bounced up and down and squealed with pure
delight. The idea that her shoes would mark her as a man's property just
seemed like the most romantic idea in the world.
But then it hit her. "Oh my god! " she squealed in horror. Never had
she fallen so far from a feeling of such ecstasy to one to one of utter
despair and oblivion. Pansy wanted to die.
Only the highest pumps could be considered Fuck Me pumps. Only five
inches would thrust out her ass invitingly, making Men's cocks throb in
lust, and only five inches would make her take teeter tottering mincing
steps showing everyone what a desperate cum hunger sissy faggot she was.
Each of these heels, while utterly divine, and shoes she loved with all
her heart, would clearly send the wrong message. They would tell the
world that she was a sissy trying to be a pretty girl, but that wasn't
what she was. Pansy Pumpscock was a total sissy faggot slut cock whore
cumdumpster. Her shoes needed to spell that out for everyone, and these
didn't do that. She started to cry.
"Oh my god, what's wrong," the clerk exclaimed. "I thought you loved
these shoes."
She looked at the confused sales clerk and said, "I need them to be
higher. I need them to be sky high Fuck Me pumps."
"I see. Don't worry hun. I've think I know what you need." She guided
Pansy into a back section of the store.
And just like that, she was back in heaven. Here all the heels were
extreme heels. Pansy's eyes darted from shoe to shoe, unable to lock
onto any one pair. Black, red, pink, Fuck Me pumps, platform shoes,
knee-high laced ballet boots; each of these objects was a work of diving
slutty art. Slowly the words pushed their way out of her mouth, making
her sound like a valley girl from that Frank Zappa song. "Oh my god!"
Amber handed her a shoe. Pansy's focus was instantly locked to the work
of art before her.
"This is Anouk, by Jimmy Choo." Just the name Jimmy Choo elicited a gasp
from Pansy.
"Anouk is a red, five inch high, patent leather pump, made in Italy.
This is a shoe designed for an exclusive class of working girl. This
shoe is for someone who means business."
Pansy Pumpscock's tears turned to those of joy. She had found it. She
had found the shoe of her dreams, and it was just the right hight. She
bent it up to her mouth and whispered to it, "Oh my god, you'll help me
make men cum."
She could hear the shoe telling her, "put me on, Pansy. I need you to
buy me."
But just like that she ripped Anouk out of her hands and placed another
shoe into them.
"OMG!" She didn't have to be told who had made these shoes. His name was
right there in beautiful gold letters: ?Christian Louboutin.?
?This is Aketata, an ultra rose patent leather ankle-wrap red sole pump.
Notice the peep toe in the d?Orsay silhouette.?
?Ohhhh.? Pansy gasped like she was at a fireworks show. Inside her
head, she was.
?Notice the adjustable scallop collar.?
?Oh, my!?
?And, of course, Christian Louboutin?s signature red leather outsole.?
?Oh my god!? Pansy could feel herself start to shake all over. Louboutin
Fuck Me Pumps! The idea was just too much. It was too perfect. Could you
die from too much beauty?
But our intrepid clerk Amber wasn?t done with Pansy yet. Sensing that
she was ready for the kill, she replaced Louboutin with Gucci. A red
leather platform pump with a t-bar strap and a full pair of lips drawn
where the ball of her feet would rest.
Paul fell to his knees, cradling the shoe in her hands. These were the
sluttiest, gaudiest, most beautiful shoes that Pansy Pumpscock had ever
seen. There was no doubt in her mind. These were the ones. She looked up
at the clerk and squeaked, ?OMG, please...?
?Let?s get you fitted!?
Luckily for Pansy, Paul wasn?t a huge guy, so they had a pair that
fitted Pansy?s feet perfectly.
Even though they felt right sitting down, Pansy Pumpscock didn?t take
that for granted, mincing about the shop with her limp wrists high at
tit level, doing everything they could to make the business-suited Paul
look as faggotty as humanly possible.
As she made her ridiculous impression of a runway strut around the
store, Pansy Pumpscock let out her satisfaction in the only way she knew
how: ?OMG, I need to be making men cum!?
She strutted up to the cash register. ?OMG, I?ll take them!?
?Will you be wearing them out??
?God, yes.?
?What about the shoes she was wearing,? pointing at the pair of wing
tips that were sitting by the fitting chair.
?OMG,? Pansy?s voice dripped with disgust, ?throw them out.
?Of course. That will be $1,069.73 please.?
Pansy pulled out Paul?s credit card and handed it to the clerk, smiling.
As she handed it back, she looked into Pansy?s eyes and said, ?it was
my pleasure assisting you. Please, don?t hesitate to come again if you
are looking for a special pair of shoes. A girl can never have enough!?
?OMG, no,? Pansy giggled.
And with that, Pansy Pumpscock minced out of the shoe store with a
stride that was much more assured of itself, even if it made her tower
over everyone around her, and made her feel like she was talking on
stilts.
As she teetered down the street her thousand dollar red Gucci platform
Fuck Me Pumps were in control now. They just minced Pansy forward
towards where she needed to be.
As she bounced along without a care in the world, Pansy sang to herself
in a melody that only she knew the notes to, ?Oh my god, I need to be
making men cum.?
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