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Gary's Obsession
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GARY'S OBSESSION
Gary set down his briefcase and took his customary seat on the Washington
Metro subway. He pulled out his latest PC Magazine and began to "read"
it.
What he was really doing was pretending to read it while his eyes roamed
around the floor, searching for a glimpse of nylon-covered female feet.
The seat he had chosen faced another seat on the opposite wall instead of
facing forward like most of the other seats. This allowed him an
unobstructed view of the fronts of five seats. Gary used this opportunity
well, scanning
the seats with a practiced glance. He immediately noticed that the
business-
woman seated to his left was dressed in a conservative gray business suit
and
skirt, with a pair of very sheer nude-colored pantyhose (probably Hanes
Silk
Reflections, Gary figured from the gloss) and taupe leather pumps. Gary's
eye moved further up her body. She was attractive blonde, about 35, with a
nice
pair of tits shrouded in a creamy silk blouse. Her attention was focused
on
the Anne Rice novel in her lap. "Definitely a 'Cheryl,' " Gary mentally
dubbed her.
As Gary continued to watch, she pulled her left foot about halfway out of
the
shoe and began to play with it, rolling the pump around on its heel.
Gary shifted to his left, crossed his legs, and turned another page. Now
he
could see her feet without straining. Through the sheer sandalfoot of her
hose, he could see that her toenails were polished a pale pink. He could
hear the soft hiss of nylon against leather as she rubbed her sole on the
back of
the heel cup. Gary knew she had to be doing it on purpose. She had to
know
what it was doing to him, and the little bitch loved it. She enjoyed
making
him suffer like this; it was all a game to her.
Gary imagined he could smell the warm, intimate aroma of leather,
sweat, and nylon intermingled with her perfume. His cock was throbbing
now,
pressing against the control top of his L'eggs Sheer Elegance, but the way
he had his legs crossed hid the bulge; he wasn't going let the little
bitch
make a fool out of him.
He almost moaned aloud when she pulled her other foot partially out of her
shoe as well. He noticed a tiny run in her hose that started at her toe
seam and traveled to the middle of her foot. Gary was very happy to see
that run in her stocking. "Ha, I've got you now, Cheryl," Gary gloated to
himself. "Not such a perfect little beauty queen now, are you? Not so
high-and-mighty with a run like that in your pantyhose! How do expect to
tease with a flaw like that?" As if a spell had been broken, Gary felt
her
power over him evaporate.
Still, his eyes were glued to her pretty feet as they unconsciously played
with her shoes. He nearly sobbed when the train came to a stop and she
closed her book, slipped on her shoes, and stood up. "Cheryl" noticed
Gary
looking
at her feet as she gathered her purse and briefcase. She gave him a
quick,
polite
smile as she strode toward the door. "She's going to act like it never
happened," Gary thought to himself as her heels clicked out onto the
concrete
and out of
his life. "She knew she couldn't win, so she's going to ignore me." As
if
to prove him wrong, his still-erect cock gave a rebellious twitch at this.
Angry, he shoved it down the leg of his pantyhose where it could throb all
day long for all he cared.
This was the busiest stop of the day. Gary devoted his full attention to
the
article he'd supposedly been reading, while dozens of tired, hot commuters
pushed onto the train, gently jostling each other for the most comfortable
positions.
Gary's halfhearted attempt to learn about the capabilites of new PCMCIA
cards
came to a screeching halt as a slim, shapely leg bumped his knee. Looking
up, Gary discovered that the leg belonged to a tall, shapely woman in her
late
thirties. Rich curls of chestnut-colored hair cascaded down the back of a
short black dress that Gary felt was much too brief for business attire.
Her
back
was to Gary; she'd bumped into him making room for other passengers.
Taking
a closer look at her legs, he noted that they were clad in black nylon so
sheer that Gary knew it had to be microfiber. Following the legs down, he
discovered that she wore a pair of black suede sling-backed pumps with
heels
so high it made his heart skip. The legs traveled under the skirt to join
a
perfectly molded ass. Gary thought it was odd that he could detect no
panty
lines, though her skirt was certainly tight enough to make any obvious,
and
her ass was almost in his face. He could smell her perfume, a blend of
rose and jasmine. "Without a doubt, she's a 'Lisa'," Gary whispered to
himself. He wondered where she worked. How could they let her dress like
such a slut?
By the time his gaze had traveled to her face, he was mortified to see
that
she was watching him. His embarrassment was magnified by her beauty. Her
deep brown eyes twinkled, and her full, ruby-red lips were twisted into
what
could only be a knowing grin. My God, could she see his erection? When
Gary
made eye contact with her, he felt his face turn crimson; she knew he'd
been
staring at her. He immediately dropped his eyes to his magazine, and felt
rather than saw her piercing gaze turn away from him.
She didn't move away, though.
When he felt her silky leg touch the wool of his trousers again, he almost
dropped his magazine. The brief contact sent a jolt of electricity up his
thigh. His tortured cock throbbed with fresh desire. He told himself
that
it was accidental, that the movement of the train had pushed her against
him.
He tried to focus on Jim Seymour's column once again despite the rising
temperature in the compartment.
Gary heard the distinctive clack of her shoe hitting the floor as she
popped
her foot out of it. Involuntarily his eyes flicked to the floor. She was
rubbing her foot against her ankle. He could hear the soft friction of
nylon
on nylon as her toes stroked up and down her calf. Her nails were
perfectly
polished a deep scarlet color. She was so close to him that now he
actually
did smell warm leather and damp nylon. "Lisa" tried to put her foot back
into her shoe, but she couldn't get the strap back onto her heel. So she
had
to
bend down to put it on with her hand.
She didn't have to bend at the waist, but she did.
Nothing could have torn his gaze away from her ass as her tiny black dress
rode slowly up her nylon-covered thighs. He expected to see the control
top
of her pantyhose any second, but her hem just kept rising with no sign of
it;
just a smooth expanse of sheer black nylon. He wondered if she was
wearing
sheer-to-waist pantyhose. Of course she was, he told himself. Sluts like
her always wore sheer-to-waist pantyhose.
Finally, mercifully, her hem stopped just short of the bottom of her ass.
Gary didn't know whether to sigh with relief or groan in frustration. He
knew without
even thinking about it that if he lowered his head just one inch, he'd be
able to see the crotch panel of her pantyhose. Unaware that he wasn't
breathing, he began to do just that.
Then she finished adjusting her shoe and stood up. The skirt fell back
down.
The frustration was like a sharp metallic taste in his mouth. He wondered
if
she knew how close he'd come to seeing her most private place. His cock
was
hard enough to cut diamonds. He busied himself with surreptitiously
adjusting it, so at first he didn't notice that she had moved even closer
to
him. In fact,
she had placed one leg on each side of his knee. If she moved her legs
apart,
she'd be straddling his knee.
She lifted one foot slightly off the floor and rubbed her leg lightly
against
his shin. He felt the fabric of his pants rubbing against his pantyhose
and
he wondered if she could tell he was wearing them. What would she do?
Would
she laugh at him? Would she frown, shaking her head in disgust? He
suddenly
had
an irrational urge to find out.
The train ground to a halt and the speaker crackled to life, announcing
the
location.
Quite a few seated passengers stood up, and the standing passengers
fidgeted
until the doors opened. The doors finally hissed open and the train began
to
disgorge its human cargo. Lisa took a step forward. A thrill of fear and
loss shot through Gary's gut. Was their game to be ended so soon?
But she didn't get off the train. She moved across the compartment and
seated herself on the bench directly opposite Gary. Desperate with
relief,
he dared
to look at her face. She would not meet his gaze, but was that a teasing
smile that played around her lips? She crossed those long, slim legs and
opened
her purse.
Some part of Gary's mind took in the fact that the car was almost empty. A
black man was seated a few rows back on the left, staring out the window,
and
an older couple talked in quiet tones on the right. Another man,
apparently
dozing, leaned against the window behind them.
Lisa's attention was still occupied with something in her purse, but Gary
noticed that she was slipping her heel in and out of her shoe,
occasionally
dangling
the expensive leather pump from her toe. He stared at her bobbing foot,
not
even bothering to pretend to read anymore. When she had sat down, her
skirt
had risen up her thighs quite a bit, almost to an indecent height. She
hadn't bothered to pull it down.
Her shoe bounced on her stockinged foot, hypnotizing Gary like a cobra. A
couple of times he was sure it was going to fall off and clatter to the
floor, but Lisa was an expert dangler. Each time she managed to wriggle
her
toes
back into the shoe. The suspense was tortuous as he saw her recover her
shoe
again and again.
The game continued until the train pulled into the next station. The
remaining passengers stood up to disembark. This time Lisa stayed seated
until the
train was empty except for her and Gary. Then she unfolded her beautiful,
lean
legs and stood.
Pain like death lanced through Gary's heart. She was leaving! He began to
pray to all the gods he'd ever heard of that she would stay.
Lisa turned to go, but before she did, she turned toward Gary and winked
at
him. Then she motioned him to follow her. Without waiting to see if he'd
obey,
she turned again and strode off the train, the sharp staccato clicks of
her
heels
on concrete echoing like rifle shots.
Gary snatched up his briefcase and overcoat and followed her into the
station.
Gary had almost waited too long. The woman he thought of as "Lisa" was
all
but out of sight in the rush-hour crowd. Damn, but those long legs could
move!
He was hoping she'd look back to see if he was following her, but she
didn't.
Gary was having a hard time keeping up with her until she got on the
escalator.
Not for the first time, he cursed his short legs. Just for good measure,
he
decided to curse his whole body, from his thinning brown hair to his
developing
pot belly to his smaller-than-average cock.
Gary was thirty-one years old, 5'6" tall, and rather plain-looking. He was
a
systems analyst for a packaging materials firm in D.C. The only
remarkable
thing about him was his eyes. They gleamed with an unnatural intelligence
when he was doing his job, but now they positively burned with desire.
That
slut on the subway had turned him on like nobody's business. He felt the
wet
spot his cock had drooled into his pantyhose rub against his leg as he
climbed
up the escalator. It was a constant reminder that he was different from
the
general public. He was concealing an embarrassing secret under his
slacks.
What would they do if they knew? The chance of discovery made his cock
throb even more.
He reached the top of the escalator and looked around for Lisa. She was
nowhere in sight. Forcing down a rising tide of anger and frustration, he
hurried ahead quickly. The passage was relatively narrow here, but soon it
would branch out into a series of underground tunnels which housed a
fairly
large collection of shops and restaurants, an underground mini-mall. If
he
didn't find Lisa before she entered that maze, he could give it up.
Before
too long, he heard the telltale click of her heels on the concrete floor.
His height made it impossible to see her but he knew it was her.
He followed the sound until the crowd thinned. Then he caught sight of
her
about forty feet ahead of him. Just in time, too. She took a left turn
down
a service corridor. Lisa and Gary were the only people in this corridor,
which was designed for service personnel. She strode to a double door and
paused. She looked back at Gary for the first time and smiled her teasing
smile. Then she opened the door and let it bang shut behind her.
Suddenly Gary's resolve suffered. What was going on? Why was she going
back
there? He even gave a thought to the idea of turning around, going home,
and
jerking off. But something made him open the door and step through it.
The corridor was unfinished and poorly lit. Grafitti decorated the
cinderblock walls and the floor was filthy. The contrast between the
polished,
brightly-lit mall and this passageway was stark indeed. "Why in God's
name did
she come back here?" Gary muttered to himself. Then he noticed that,
once
again, Lisa had given him the slip. Cursing, he trotted down the
corridor,
glancing down side passages as he went.
Gary was just about to give it up when he heard a harsh laugh down the
hall
ahead. The laugh was followed by a woman's cry of protest. Gary
carefully
walked ahead until he reached another side passage, where the voices
seemed
to be coming from. Was Lisa down there? What the fuck was going on? Gary
crept down the side passage until he saw an open doorway. It was a room
that
was under construction. Half-framed walls, lumber, and materials were
scattered
about the room, along with some tools and assorted trash. In the center
of the
room stood Lisa. The look on her face was indecipherable. Her arms were
being held from behind by a big, black, bald son-of-a-bitch. In front of
her
stood an unshaven white man. As Gary looked on, horrified, the white guy
groped Lisa's tits through her dress. He laughed nastily at her moan of
outrage.
"You little slut," he said to her in a mocking stage whisper. "You oughta
know better than to come through here dressed like that unless you wanna
get
fucked." The black guy laughed at this.
"I think she does wanna get fucked, Phil. Feel that pussy. It's as wet
as
it can be."
Gary's eyes almost popped out of his skull as he saw the man named Phil
lift
up Lisa's black dress. Her beautiful legs were exposed up to her waist.
At
last Gary could see that she was indeed wearing sheer-to-waist pantyhose.
And what was more, he could see that the crotch was missing. Phil had
apparently noticed this too. He let out a guffaw. "Goddamn, this slut has
done cut a hole in her pantyhose, T.J. She wants to get fucked in the
worst
way!" He put his hand between her legs and began to rub the exposed pink
flesh. Even from twenty feet away, Gary could see the wetness on his
fingers.
Gary was rooted to the spot. Here were two big, mean motherfuckers about
to
rape this woman, and he was about to watch it happen. The thought
occurred to him that he should do something to stop it, but since he was
so
unaccustomed to taking a stand, he did the easiest thing he could do. He
stayed where he was and watched it unfold. Besides, something deep inside
him wasn't so sure that he wanted it stopped anyway.
Lisa moaned and struggled to stop the groping. "Go ahead, dammit. Take my
money. Just please don't hurt me," she said, writhing in vain against
T.J.'s
grip of steel as Phil's hand continued to stroke her pussy.
T.J. laughed, a truly blood-curdling sound. "Naw, baby. We ain't gonna
hurt
ya. And we don't want your money neither," he said. "We just want a
taste
of that sweet little rich bitch pussy!" At this, Lisa gave a cry of
dismay
and struggled even harder. But that didn't stop Phil from ripping open
the
front of her dress. Her naked breasts spilled out of the torn dress,
earning
another guffaw from Phil.
"Jesus, man, she ain't wearing no fucking bra either! Look at those
titties!
Man, this bitch is hot to trot." He punctuated his statement with a cruel
twist of Lisa's nipple. He was rewarded with a soft moan. Then he slid
the
ruined dress down to Lisa's ankles.
Gary saw that Phil's statement was inaccurate. Lisa was wearing a bra,
but
it was the cupless kind that just held the breasts up instead of covering
them. She had stopped struggling and had closed her eyes. Gary was so
entranced by this scene that he was unaware that his cock was harder than
it
had been all day.
T.J. said to Phil, "Put her up on this stack of drywall. I'm gonna fuck
her." Phil complied, grabbing Lisa's ankles and lifting her onto a
waist-high
bundle of drywall behind T.J. "Hope you like sloppy seconds, man," T.J.
said as
he began to unbuckle his jeans. Then he happened to look up.
Straight into Gary's eyes.
Gary was paralyzed. He had no idea what was going to happen next. An
image
of himself lying dead in a ditch flashed across his mind. He wanted to
run
but he just couldn't force himself to move.
T.J. looked into Gary's eyes for a bare five seconds before he said, "Come
here, man, and help hold her fucking feet down." When Gary hesitated,
T.J.
grinned. "Come on, man. Hell, you can fuck her too." He returned his
attention to his belt buckle.
Gary didn't know what to do, but something told him that this would be a
fool
to pass up this opportunity. He knew this was wrong, but he had been so
keyed up for the past half hour, and his rape instincts were just too
strong
to fight. Not to mention what these two monsters would do to him if he
refused. So he shuffled forward and took Lisa's ankles in his grasp.
Phil
moved over to hold down Lisa's arms. Gary was now staring directly
between
her slightly bent legs at her exposed pussy. It was swollen and
glistening.
He could smell her musky scent and he noticed with some suprise that her
pussy had been shaven. He continued to look at her pussy because he was
afraid to look into her eyes.
T.J. had peeled off his jeans by now and was climbing onto the makeshift
table between Lisa's pantyhose-clad legs. Gary saw that he had the most
monstrous cock he had ever seen on a man. It had to be at least ten inches
long and it was standing straight out. T.J. lifted Lisa's ass and plunged
his massive dick savagely into her sopping cunt without any preamble
whatsoever.
Lisa's back arched like she had been electrocuted. She let out a cry that
was both piercing and guttural. It tapered off into "Oh, God!" Gary had
to
grip her ankles tighter with his sweaty hands to keep from losing them.
The
black assailant grunted. "Oooh, shit. This bitch is tight!" Then he
began
to assume a pumping rhythm that nearly tore her ankles loose from Gary
again.
Lisa began to moan desperately with every thrust. She cried louder and
louder until Phil covered her mouth with his in a rough kiss.
Once T.J. had established a steady rhythm, it became clear to Gary that he
was no longer needed to hold Lisa down. It was obvious that she was
pinned
down by T.J.'s hulking mass and thrusting cock more effectively than Gary
could ever hold her. So he decided to remove Lisa's shoes. Dropping them
carelessly on the littered floor, he took one of her soft stockinged feet
into his hands. Her well-pedicured nails were painted a dark scarlet
color, and her sole was smooth, soft, and covered with a damp sheen of
sweat.
Knowing he would never have a better opportunity, Gary touched his tongue
to
her toes. He could smell the heady mixture of sweat and leather as he
began
to worship her feet. Lisa began to clench her toes around his tongue.
Gary
took this as encouragement; he licked every inch of her perfect foot as
T.J.
continued to pound into her like a madman.
After he'd spent uncountable minutes worshipping her beautiful foot, he
started on the other one. It wasn't long before he'd used his tongue to
dampen this foot too, so he decided to release his swollen cock to give it
some relief. He unzipped his fly and pulled down his briefs. He touched
his throbbing cock to Lisa's foot and began to fuck her saliva-soaked
sole.
Gary noticed that Phil was now crouched over Lisa's face; his pants were
down and he was stroking his cock while Lisa's face was buried between his
asscheeks. From the look on his face, Gary guessed he was getting the rim
job of a lifetime.
T.J. was reaching the end of his tolerance. He grunted, "Oh, shit!
I'm gonna come!" He culminated his efforts with a series of deep, quick
thrusts that made Lisa cry out. Then he buried his cock to the hilt in
her
sopping pussy as he began to orgasm. Lisa began to thrash around as the
jets
of warm cum filled her pussy. From the way she was moaning, Gary figured
she was cumming too.
Phil was still stroking his cock; his eyes were squeezed shut and his face
was covered with sweat. T.J. pulled his softening dick from Lisa's pussy
with a wet squelching sound. Gary could see an unbelievable amount of
sperm
leak out of Lisa's gaping cunt onto the boards below. It was then that
Phil
gave a guttural grunt and began spraying ribbons of his hot jism over
Lisa's
chest and face. He twitched violently until the eruptions stopped, then
he sagged like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.
Entranced, Gary watched this scene with all his attention. He almost
jumped
out of his skin when T.J. slapped him on the shoulder. "Go ahead, man,"
the
big black rumbled. "Fuck her."
Some part of Gary rebelled at the thought, but his cock didn't have to be
told twice. He climbed onto the stack of drywall like a man possessed.
Phil had gotten down and Lisa was rubbing the warm, slick sperm into her
tits
with one hand. Her other hand was idly rubbing her pussy; her eyes were
closed and she had a dreamy look on her face.
Gary guided his twitching dick into her sloppy cunt. He noted that the
other
man's cum had made her pussy unbelievably slick. He grabbed her
pantyhose-
clad asscheeks in both hands and hauled her up onto his dick. Lisa opened
her eyes and smiled at him as he began to fall into a strong but leisurely
rhythm. He fucked her in a trance, still unable to believe he was here,
doing
this. Her mouth formed into an "o" of pleasure as he began to bang her
with
more gusto. She brought up those long, beautiful legs and placed her feet
on his chest, and he reached down to take her toes into his mouth. As he
sucked on her toes, he could taste the tangy, salty sweat that had soaked
into
the foot of her pantyhose.
The image of himself recklessly fucking this impossibly beautiful,
pantyhose-
wearing gang-bang slut was too much for him. He cried out as the orgasm
ripped through him. He wrenched his dick out of her pussy; she grabbed it
and began to stroke it frantically, directing the jets as they coated her
sticky belly and the top of her pantyhose.
When the orgasm had finally released him, the fear returned with a
vengeance.
All he wanted to do now was get the hell out of there. He got down and
began
to stuff his dripping cock back into his pants. Lisa's hand on his arm
stopped him.
"Wait," she said. "I owe you an explanation." There was nothing Gary
could
say to that, so he just kept his mouth shut and waited. "This isn't what
it
looks like," she said with a kind smile on her face. "It was all planned."
"Bullshit," was Gary's immediate retort. "How did you know what I'd do?
How do you know I'm not some cop? You couldn't have counted on me to
follow
you in here. And how the hell could you expect me to sit still and let
you
be raped right in front of me?"
"Well," she replied, "I couldn't count on it, but from the way you were
staring at me on the subway, I was pretty sure you would follow me as far
as you could." She swung her legs down and retrieved her dress from the
filthy floor. "But as far as the rape scene, let me tell you a couple of
things. First, T.J. and Phil are two good friends of mine. We've played
this game before, so they know what to do, and they do it well. I love
cock, strange mens' cocks, and they understand and help me out."
For the first time, Gary noticed that the other men had disappeared.
Lisa bent over to pick up her discarded shoe. She twirled it on her
finger
as an evil grin crept across her face. "Secondly, I have discovered that
leg men, or should I say, foot fetishists, usually share a certain
mentality.
They believe that a woman who teases them is just a slut who's doing it to
torture them. In my case, this is pretty much true," she grinned, "but
usually
it isn't. They secretly want to see this teasing bitch get fucked, and
get
fucked hard. The problem is, they're usually too shy, or just not man
enough,
to do the job themselves. Their rape urges are alive and well, though, as
you just discovered in yourself; but the ability to do anything about it
is
inherently absent in their role as foot fetishists in the first place."
She paused to peel the cum-soaked pantyhose off and wadded it into a ball.
"My first husband was a foot fetishist. He was quite an avid pantyhose
lover,
too, by the way. Like you, he wanted to take advantage of me, to fuck me
forcefully. Unfortunately, he was too much of a wimp to do it. So, he
had
some good jack-off sessions at my feet while he watched T.J. treat me like
he wished he could." She laughed, a deep, rich sound. "And as for me, I
became
addicted to teasing men like him. Like you. God, it makes me so wet to
see
the desire in your eyes when I do something as simple as rubbing my
stocking
foot down your leg." She smiled and handed the damp ball of pantyhose to
Gary. "These are yours. Let's just say they're payment for the good time
you've given me." She leaned forward to kiss Gary on the cheek, and
laughed
again when he blushed. "You foot men are so sweet. The problem is, I
don't
want 'sweet.' I need to be used like a slut, and your kind are simply
incapable of doing that." She wriggled back into her dress, fastening the
"torn" fabric together with Velcro. When she was done, she looked as if
she had been doing anything for the past half hour but getting fucked hard
by two rough-looking bastards. Gary was impressed in spite of himself.
She slipped her bare feet into her shoes and picked up her purse. "Well,
we
had a good time; but it's time for me to leave." She patted him on the
cheek
and began to walk away.
Gary almost panicked. "Uh, maybe we could do it again sometime, OK?" he
stammered.
She turned and gave him a condescending smile. "I don't think so."
Then she left.
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