This choice: Custom input: a footjob from a 1920s flapper. • Go Back...Chapter #5Custom input: a footjob from a 1920s flapper. by: The Slave   * for reference https://jewelfool.files.wordpress.com/20... or whoever else you might have in mind, but this is pretty much what I'm going to base my writing off of
For a few seconds you blacked out. During this time, the alien A.I. was setting up the situation which you inputted yourself.
Once your eyes opened again, you were in a completely different body and setting.
You were in what looked like a dimly lit hotel room, and the smell of cigarette smoke suddenly filled your nostrils.
All of your five senses appeared to be working just fine, but there was one thing that was very off...
You couldn't control the current body that you were in!
There wasn't much else to do here, except watch on.
As you focused back onto your current situation again, you felt that your back was laid against a cushion, and your legs were stretched towards the floor while sitting on a couch. Sitting to the side of you, also on the couch, was the woman who was smoking.
You could even feel the weight of this woman sitting on the right side of the couch, as she had her legs crossed while smoking.
As she got up for a second to put the cigarette out you heard her speaking for the first time,
"Mind rubbing my feet for a bit? The dancing tonight really got my little dogs tired."
"Sure, just bring them here." You said, involuntarily. She quickly rejoined you on the couch, but this time she had her entire legs sprawled out on the couch, with her set of feet ending on your lap.
Because your body was sitting and facing slightly to the right of the couch, this allowed for you to get a better grip for massaging the flapper's stockinged feet.
Once again, your body started to move on its own, as your hands took a hold of the soft, petite, and slightly smelly feet which were plopped onto your lap.
Without any input from your own mind, your fingers and thumbs began to give the tired feet a deep kneading, massage. You could even hear your own skin rubbing against the nylon material as your fingers pushed against the soles and squeezed this woman's feet softly, but thoroughly.
You hadn't really noticed this woman's feet until now, but they sure were sexy...
This thought must have done something to the simulation though, as you noticed some conscious control coming back to your body.
It felt like your hands stopped moving for a second, but you noticed this and quickly kept going, touching and rubbing every square inch of the feet in your hands. They wiggled in response to how good the massage was. It felt like some control was coming back to you!
"Hmmm, have you done this before? This feels amazing..." The woman said, in a husky tone of voice. It almost sounded like she was being sexually pleasured, which turned you on a bit.
"Well with feet as amazing as this, it's hard to keep my hands off of them." This remark however, was not of your own accord.
The woman giggled with your bold response, and was yet flattered at the same time. You could still feel her silky nylon toes squirming around in your grip. You could even feel a small amount of her sweat rubbing off onto your own hands as you kept stroking them.
"Oh? So amazing that you would even smell them after a whole entire night of me dancing with them?" The flapper challenged you. It was more of a joke than anything serious, but the woman was a flapper after all; she wanted to see what you would do or how you would react for fun. And it was sort of hot how she referred to her feet in the third person with "them."
Without any input or hesitation again, you slowly raise one of the stockinged feet up towards your own nose and inhale the scent deeply.
The smell of nylon mixed with sweat and foot odor quickly replaced and took over the smell of cigarette smoke in your nose. It was pungent, but a very alluring smell.
She was pleasantly surprised at this, but had to add,
"That much huh? How's the smell?" She asked, quite curious as to your eccentric behavior now.
"Divine." You deftly replied, in between sniffs of her odorous nyloned foot.
But as you took in the smell of her feet more, and got even more excited, you could feel even more parts of your body coming back under your own conscious control...
The flapper was clearly fascinated by your behavior, as she had never seen a foot fetishist in action before. Nevertheless, she was actually quite turned on by the spectacle herself, dominating a man so easily with her sweaty and stinky nylon feet.
"Kiss them." She said suddenly. Her other foot left your hand and the other foot previously on your lap raised up, toes pointed forward, and were in front of your face. She wanted to see how far you would go.
This time however, it felt like full control had been restored to your body, and because of how aroused you were now, you quickly obliged.
You pucker your lips up and plant many soft kisses around the flapper's feet as you held both of them steady with each hand, one foot in each one.
From the bottom of her toes, soles, and top of her toes again, you carried the kissing out for some time until the flapper interrupted you...
(Leading up to that point however, the woman was mesmerized with how sexually arousing the feeling of lips was against her feet, as well as the kinky thought of a man kissing and worshiping her feet. She continued to stare at you in silence, slowly getting hornier herself.)
"So that wasn't all just an act, huh?" The flapper said suddenly, grinning lustfully.
"Huh?" You said voluntarily, as the flapper spread her feet apart from your face so you could see her's.
While the two of you made eye contact for a second, she slowly craned her head down towards your crotch region.
Your hard cock had been out in the open this entire time!
"Take him out." She said.
"What?" You replied, having forgotten this was still just a simulation.
"If you like feet so much like you keep saying, then take him out." She said, in a seducing tone. While saying this, she removed her feet from your hands and curled them up besides herself.
"Maybe my little doggies want to get to know your little guy a little better..." She said, taunting you further to take your penis out.
This was enough provocation however, as you started to quickly undo your zipper, before carefully sliding your hand in to bring your erect cock through the slit in your underwear, then pants. At last, your foot-teased manhood had been freed, out into the open air.
It was actually your own penis that you were looking at! This reminded you that this whole entire thing was still only a simulation, but you were too horny at this point to care, and quickly relaxed back onto the couch again to see what the flapper would do next.
"Why, hello there, Mr. Woodie." She said, in the most innocent and cutest of voices, before quickly descending her feet upon your throbbing, pulsating dick.
She playfully tapped your cock around with her toes while continuing in a sultry tone,
"You seem awfully happy today. Might it be because of us?" She said, all of a sudden grabbing your cock in between her arches, expecting some kind of response.
Naturally, you flexed your penis several times, (kegel) as a yes. Your dick wiggled back and forth a bit, trapped between her nyloned feet.
She giggled at your clever response.
"Hmmm, now that's good to hear..." She said, continuing to gently knead your cock in between her toes, squishing her toes together against your head in unison, all the while tugging your foreskin up and down.
All of the verbal and physical teasing with her glossy nyloned feet, as well as the smell of them, were starting to really get to you. As her feet continued to aggravate your hot and bothered penis, pre-cum eventually started to leak out of your cock.
"Oh dear, Mr. Woodie, what's this nasty goop coming out of you?" The flapper said to tease you, with much mock concern in her voice. It was quite sensual how she was only treating your cock as some type of make-believe character in her own little story.
(I'm making the flapper refer to her own feet in the plural sense of we/us/etc, since she has two feet)
"It looks like you're very sick! We'll need to get the rest of that dirty sludge out right away!" She said, even going so far as to raise her voice. While she did this, she roughly wedged your cock in between her feet again, except this time using only her toes.
"Hmmm, what to do, what to do..." She said, trying to come up with an idea, all the while holding your hot and bothered cock still.
It was quite hard to sit still however, as she held your cock in place. Not to mention, she was squeezing your cock quite a bit harder than last time. You desperately wanted her to continue, but instead of actually saying something, your dick involuntarily started twitching because of how incredibly horny you were. You tried to hold out, but it was like your cock really did take on a mind of its own.
"Now now Mr. Woodie, just give us a second! We know you know must be feeling quite ill with all that disgusting muck inside of you, but we promise we'll come up with something, you just have to be patient..." The flapper said, as if she were a nurse attending to an ailing patient.
This only made your situation even worse however, with how genuine her acting voice was, but thankfully she came up with an idea pretty quickly.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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