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Articles
• Novelty Panties
• Panties in Public: A revealing look at the public panty appearances
• History of Hosiery
• Shoes
• Roving Panty Reporter: Panty Flashing from Your Woman on the Street
• Porno Panties
• Kinky Correspondence from my Panty Slaves
• Panty Slaves
• Panty Bonanza
• Panty Masturbation
Interviews
• Kaitlyn's Panty Site Interview
• Teresa's Panty Site Interview
• Amber's Panty Site Interview
Video Reviews
• Press Play for Panties: Panty Video Review Round-Up!
• New Glimpse Video by Roy Stuart
• P.M. Productions Videos
Web Site Reviews
• Cyber Peeking
• More Cyber Peeking

A Broad View was a First Person column I wrote for a British magazine called Desire from 1999 til 2000.
• Vegas Review
• San Francisco Erotica Convention
• Spring in the City
• Summer in the City
• Festival of Fantasy, Fetish and Fashion
• Sex Party and La Domaine Esemar
• Winter in the City

Other Articles from the late '90s
• 1000 Scars: Review of the Movie Premiere Party
• 1997 East Coast Video Show
• Interview with Annie Sprinkle
• Downtown Beirut: The Best Bar in the World!
• Future Sex: Forecasts for the Next Century
• I Hate Fetish
• I Review Porn
• Meow Mix
• Interview with Andy Richter and Sarah Thyre
• Screwed: Review of the Al Goldstein Documentary
• What Is a Fetish?

Product Reviews originally written for my magazine, Extreme Fetish.
• 1000 Dessous (book)
• Cyborgasm (CD)
• The Erotic Lives of Women (book)
• Forbidden Art (book)
• Forms of Desire (book)
• Public Love (book)
• Eric Stanton: The Dominant Wives and Other Stories (book)

A Few Reviews from Screw
(particularly hilarious because I slam SO many people who've gone on to be HUGE successes...hahah....oh my. And I seem to fixated on Condé Nast for some reason...)
Video Reviews
• Deviants with a Butt Cam
• Dirty Old Man
• Journey Through the Heart
Zine Reviews
• Barracuda & Velvet
• Bust & Bitch
• The Shadow, The Fogelnest Files & Thyrezine

LUMINOUS PEARL

A gentleman friend of mine worships women and firmly believes that all men are scum. His favorite—if not his only—sexual fantasy is to see two women pleasuring each other, writhing in each other's sweat and juices, as he jerks off, watching from the sidelines. Although I've had fleeting thoughts of sex with a woman, I was continuall assuring him of my avowed heterosexuality. He'd have to find someone else to fulfill his fantasy. That was, of course, before I met his newest girlfriend. Pearl is an enticingly ripe 18 years old, 135 supple pounds artfully distributed over her delicate six-foot frame, with flashing green eyes and a crown of curly, cascading strawberry blonde hair.

When I first met her, in a pressing, humid crowd at a party, she took my breath away. "What on earth have you done to deserve such a stunning creature?" I asked my pal. He shook his head and shamefully admitted that nothing he had ever done, or ever considered doing, warranted the firt of this radiant beauty.

"She is definitely one of the most delicious women I've ever seen in the flesh," I gushed, pleased to see such a proud expression on his face. He jumped on my use of the word delicious.

"Does she look good enough to eat?" he asked, licking his chops.

"Oh, gee, I don't know...maybe..." I answered ambiguously. And we were interrupted by an arriving group of revelers.

A week later, slumped side by side on barstools, Sullivan was regaling me with tales of his newly electrifying sex life.

"She is absolutely amazing!" he crowed. "This is the best sex I've ever had!"

Don't men always say that? I arched my eyebrows over my beer in a facial question of, "Yes, so, do tell." And Sullivan proceeded to do exactly that.

"She's way more experienced than an 18-year-old has a right to be," he said enthusiastically. "She can fuck for hours, and she wraps those long legs of hers around me like a monkey. She's not too great at giving head, but she's learning, and since I'd rather eat her than have her eating me, well..." His voice trailed off and he sat staring dreamily off into space.

Since I'd met her, I had been waking up almost nightly, wet with sweat from scorching dreams starring the sweet, young Pearl. In every one I would seduce her in some crafty, world-wise way, maneuver her into my bedroom and have her poised, luscious legs spread, for the most tantalizing gash-lashing she'd ever had in her life. And every time, just as I was about to dive into her glistening cunt, I'd wake up, all damp and stuck to the sheets. Now I desperately wanted to hear about their sex together, hoping that their reality would help to extend my fantasy. I elbowed him to continue.

"So, you're eating her out, and...?" I inquired, egging him on.

"Well, it's like, no matter where we are, she manages to fold herself into the most incredible positions. She must've taken dance classes of gymnastics or somethin'."

"Give me a specific instance," I urged, shifting uncomfortably on my barstool.

"Okay, we're at her grandmother's house and her grandmother's all comfy in front of her TV downstairs in the living room and Pearl whispers in my ear that she's been getting wetter and wetter thinking about me all day at school and could I come upstairs with her and make her scream. I ask her what about, you know, her grandmother, and she tells me, ah, don't worry, she don't hear so good, and she drags me up the stairs to this big, old bed with one of those canopy things over it. I'm like, isn't this your grandmother's bed? And she's like, don't worry, don't worry, and she drags me down on the bed. I go to pull off her panties and she's already got 'em off. She just about crams my hand up inside her but then I take over, you know, the experienced older man."

"Mmm," I mumble, imagining the feel of Pearl's moist pussy on my fingers. "Go on."

"Well, she loves for me to lick her asshole, you know, and so before I have a chance to even ask what the hell she's doing, she flips her legs up over her head and rests her knees on either side of her head, you know. So I can look at her face and her cunt, like they're right next to each other. I tell her that she doesnÕt look very comfortable and she tells me sure she is and to hurry up and eat her."

"So I give her a big, sloppy kiss on the lips and then start licking her thighs all over but she keeps poking her cunt at my face. She's got no patience, I tell ya! So I just cram my tongue way inside her and she kinda screams, 'Yeah, yeah, do it, Sullivan!' So I lick all around, sucking a bit, you know, really workin' her."

I imagine my face buried deep in her pubic curls and squirm on my seat.

"Her little slit is stickin' right out at me, all hard, so I start flicking it with my tongue and she starts panting 'Come on, come on!' So I flick faster and faster, her poking and pushing her pubes all in my face and this scene just gets like a blur, me licking and sucking like crazy, until she grabs for a pillow, crams it over her face and lets go with this long, wild scream. I shove my tongue as deep into her pussy as itÕll go and feel her insides twitching around. She just sort of stays there in that ridiculous position, her pussy still pushing at my face, but slower and slower, and she's still got that pillow over her mouth, only now she's giggling. I tell ya, sheÕs really wild..." and he trailed off.

I "ahemed" and waved my hand in front of his face, which brought him back to reality.

"I gotta go take a piss," he rasped and he quickly disappeared into the john. A piss, yeah, right, I thought. And sure enough, when he got back his face was all flushed and he was drying his hands on his shirt.

"Hadda go jerk off. God just thinkin' about her gets me so fuckin' hot!" and he took a long sip of beer.

I felt the need to do the same thing, so I excused myself and hurried into the ladies room. Sitting on the toilet, I opened my legs wide and jammed my fingers deep inside my pussy. I was dripping. Sullivan's story had gotten me incredibly turned on.

I spread my juices from my asshole to my clit, which stood out like a tough little pebble in all that soft, sopping flesh. With two fingers pumping in and out of my cunt, I rubed at my clit until my moans were echoing off the tile walls and my juices were dribbling into the toilet. I sat there, with my fingers jammed inside my cunt, feeling my inner spasms, and tried to catch my breath.

When I returned to my seat next to Sullivan, he gave me a curious once-over and said, "Looks like my Pearly gets you hot, too." My already-warm cheeks burned as I admitted that, yes, indeed she did. "Well, we'll just have to see what we can do about that," and his smile got so big I thought his face might tear. The mere thought of her lithe body stretched out in front of me started my pussy twitching all over again.

A couple of weeks passed by with no trace of Sullivan—or his beautiful Pearl. They're home, fucking like rabbits, I thought enviously. I couldn't believe how badly I wanted her! My dreams were no longer abbreviated by soggy awakenings and unfinished fantasies. No, now they progressed all the way through Pearl's exhuberant climaxes and then faded, with me watching her head of shining curls disappear into my crotch. I had to advance my imaginings to the next level—to see how it ended.

I finally got the chance to completemy fantasy—and Sullivan's—one hot summer night. We were at a party that was packed with the usual suspects, and we'd all had a couple beers. The air conditioning wasn't working too well and everyone in the place wore a sheen of sweat. I had parked myself next to a window hoping for a breeze and was practically gasping for air when Pearl sauntered over and stole the last few molecules of oxygen from my lungs.

"So, I hear Sullivan's been sharing our sex life with you," she said and, unsure as to her feelings about his divulgences, I had no idea how to respond. Before I said a thing, she smiled and added, "Don't worry, we've been including you in our fantasies and you've spiced up our sex considerably!" Like they needed their sex any spicier! Her hand brushed lightly against the side of my thigh, sending s shiver right through me. As a rivulet of sweat ran down my cleavage, Pearl watched it disappear between my breasts and volunteered, "Sure is hot in here, huh?"

I panted, "Unbelievably!"

"I know a cool spot," Pearl said brightly, and she took my hand in hers. Her skin was soft and moist and I could feel the heat radiating from her body. She was wearing a short, thin, cream-colored dress that was precariously anchored at her shoulders by small string bows. The filmy material clung damply to her curves, providing a distinct silhouette of her breasts. They hung on her slight frame, seemingly suspended. Her small nipples cast faint shadows and I wondered what they would feel like sliding between my teeth. We wove through the party, Pearl nudging people aside. She led me through the bedroom to an open window, then out onto the fire escape.

"Isn't the breeze wonderful out here?" she asked, and I watched as that breeze caressed her curls and her nipples stiffened, pushing at the flimsy gauze.

"C'mon, let's go up on the roof. It'll be really cool up there!" She turned and started climbing up the steep, metal steps. I followed behind, blessed with a breathtaking view of her perfectly rounded little ass. A thin strand of material rode up between her cheeks and I could see the beginnings of her curly mound. The breeze had stirred my nipples to attention and every nerve in my body tingled, I wanted to reach up and pull at that little strand, to probe the folds of her pussy so tantalizingly close. I kept yanking at my underwear, trying to ease the constricting sensation.

As Pearl left the last step and stood on the roof, she turned and offered me her hand. She looked like a goddess up there, the dark sky providing a dramatic backdrop. Tiny wisps of her hair caught the ambient light and twinkled in concert with the stars. As she pulled me up onto the roof beside her, our eyes met and she kissed me deeply. And I returned her kiss. Our arms wound around each other's waists and we stood like that, poised at the top of the fire escape, kissing, for the longest time. When her lips left mine, I gasped for air.

"Come, here," she whispered into the tense air between us, and she guided me to a plush down quilt spread out in a corner of the roof. As I stood beside it, she kissed me again. Her hands moved over my body, rubbing here, pressing there. They slid slowly down to the small of my back and then to my ass, which Pearl gently hefted in her palms. With a crablike motion she gathered my skirt up, bunching it into her hands, until it was wadded around my waist. The damp spot in my underpants caught the breeze and sent a cool chill across my sweltering cunt. I shivered.

"You aren't cold, are you?" Pearl asked. "Here, let me warm you up." She tucked the folds of my skirt into its waistband, slipped her hands beneath my cotton panties and slowly sank to her knees, kissing and caressing as she went. My underpants fell to the tar and Pearl's freed hands skittered back up to my thighs, reaching for my swollen pussy. Her touch felt cool and dry on my feverish folds. Her fingers poked and prodded, occasionally brushing against my throbbing clit or slipping inside me. I was leaning back, barely able to keep my balance, taking in the stars and the heavenly smell of Pearl's hair.

Soon the temperature around my cunt changed as Pearl's tongue slid across my labia. My knees wobbled. With a quick shove, her fingers were deep inside me, twisting in and out, while her tongue lapped at my rigid clit. I looked down to watch her mass of curls moving in my broin, the exact scene that had woken me in a sweat so many times. I rocked my pelvis in rhythm with her fingerfucking and squeezed my nipples through my blouse. My knees began to quiver and I was afraid I would collapse, but I had to ride this out—climax astride Pearl's beautiful face, sensuous tongue and her nimble, probing fingers.

I disregarded my quaking knees and focused on the slippery flicking at my clit. I began to cry out sharply, "Make me come!" and Pearl licked faster than ever, sending my head reeling, my knees shaking crazily and evoking powerful spasms from the depths of my aching cunt. I clutched my breasts and swayed giddily with Pearl gripping my hips, preventing me from melting to the tar. I felt like I was actually swooning! I may have even lost a few seconds there somewhere, waiting for the stars in my eyes to be replaced by the stars of the sky.

I was weak from an almost immobilizing orgasm—but still standing. Pearl continued kissing and nuzzling as my unsure sea legs readjusted to land. I could think of anything to say, so I merely stood enjoying her caresses, digesting the episode. Clearly it was time for me to demonstrate my appreciation—of her alabaster body, her fabulous tongue—to the amazing Pearl.

Placing my hands on her upper arms, I gently lifted her off of her knees. As she stood, her face gazing questioningly into mine, I was barely able to speak. I lifted my hands to her temples and ran them lightly across her fine features.

"You are exquisite," I whispered, as her eyes fluttered and closed. I raked my fingers through the thick waves of her hair and she tilted her head back, exposing her neck. Then, beginning with her tiny earlobes, I carefully, softly began a trail of kisses down Pearl's lucious body.

While my lips explored Pearl's supple skin, my hands were busy fumbling with the shoulder ties of her dress. As one bow became two draping tendrils, my lips continued their trek across Pearl's shoulder. Her breathing faltered as I peeled away the front of her dress and my lips lit upon her breast. Then, ever so slowly, I kissed a circle around her puckered areola.

When my lips finally closed upon her nipple, Pearl moaned quietly and softly touched my hair. I ran my tongue around the little nub, encouraging its extension, then drew it into my mouth, sucking powerfully, and sliding it between my teeth just as I'd envisioned. Pearl moaned again and pulled my head to her chest. I quickly uncovered her other breast and rushed to envelope its nipple between my moist lips. This brought a deeper groan from Pearl.

While caressing and sucking, I cupped her breasts in my hands, feeling the light heft of their youthful suspension. Then my tongue danced across her flat stomach and found her tiny belly button. Probing it seemed to tickle her and she giggled. I looked up into her glazed eyes and grasped both her hands, pulling her to the quilt. She leaned back on her elbows, crossed her legs and grinned at me, as if offering me a challenge, which I met eagerly. I traced me fingers along her leg, from her upper thigh, slowly detouring to brush against her pale pubic hair, down, over her knee to her crossed ankles. I slid my hand between them and pushed her legs apart.

I leaned back to take in this tableau, the exact scene I had woken from those first few times, frustrated and panting. I had been looking forward to this moment for weeks—damp, sticky weeks. There had been sufficient anticipation. I dove in.

My tongue slid across her pussy, and I savored the strange, new taste. Like the man times I'd imagined, I felt every fold, every crevice of her with my mouth. I could feel the stiff protrusion of her clit and she squirmed when my tongue grazed it. I didnÕt want to linger there though, not yet. I wanted to build her up to that point where her orgasm would be powerful, overwhelming.

From her high, round breasts to her tight, wet cunt, I rubbed my hands over Pearl's body as my tongue worked in and out and around her pussy. Together we were a blur of motion as she writhed on the down, bunching and shifting the fabric. After what would have been much more than I could ever have withstood, I decided it was time to deliver that best-ever orgasm. I took a deep breath, slipped my thumb into her cunt and, with my fingers resting against her ass, sucked her hard little clit into my mouth. She screamed a sharp, high-pitched little scream and I went crazy. Alternating licks, sucks and light nibbles, I worked her clit, listening for which action elicited the deepest moans.

By the time Pearl was practicaly thrashing, I had determined that it would be sucking that would carry her to climax. Quickening the fuck motion of my thumb, and brushing against her asshole at every opportunity I could get, I just sucked rhythmically, as hard and fast as I could, on Pearl's stiff clit. Her hips were frantically pumping higher into the air in time with my sucking, and her moans became words—first soft, quiet words that built to loud, demanding barks.

"Yes, yes! Yes, yes, YES, YESSSS!" and her entire body shook.

I kept sucking as the waves of pleasure ran through her. The walls of her cunt powerfully clenched at my thumb. Then, as her spasms came at longer intervals, my sucking softened to licking, then kissing, then gentle, dog-like nudging. I inhaled the scent of her come; the juices that had escaped her pussy ran down my hand. Pulling my thumb out of her cunt with a "tthhp," I crawled up to her panting mouth. I ran my thumb, wet with her lubricant, across her delicate lips, then kissed her, the taste of her pussy mingling with the potion of our saliva.

Then, above the muted hum of the traffic below, I heard a small, sort of clicking noise. I listened closely as it quickened, then stopped, and was replaced by a muffled, "uh, uh, uuhhhmmm." I looked over at Pearl and we both smiled, holding our breath, straining to hear Sullivan's come hit the tar. I imagined I heard it splat faintly and we waited, still afraid to breathe, until we heard heavy footfalls descending the fire escape steps. We giggled, knowing that our friend had finally gotten his wish.

I felt spent. I stretched out on the quilt beside the luminous Pearl and she nuzzled her face into my breast, resting her head on my shoulder. I pulled the quilt up around us, wrapping our bodies in soft down. We lay, snuggled and silent, listening to the voices from the party join the sounds of the city in a deep, choral drone.

 

MULTIPLE JACKS

I rang apartment 4B and waited to be buzzed in. The work order said multiple jacks, but I never would've guessed I'd be jacking off multiple times, fantasizing about the lovely occupant of 4B. "Coming!" I heard a high-pitched voice call out. And then the door opened.

"Hi, I'm Rose," she said.

I gulped. After taking in every inch of this lady's adorable little kewpie doll face, I lowered my eyes. I just couldn't look her in the eye a second longer, she was that beautiful. She had crystal blue eyes with a devilish gleam, a sprinkle of freckles across her nose and a big, ripe red smile, with dimples about a mile deep. Her hair was the strangest color, strawberry blonde, almost, but really more pink. Like cotton candy.

Looking down, I saw the most perfect set of pink toes I'd ever seen. And each of her tiny toenails was painted in frosty polish the exact same color as her hair. My throat constricted. And I could barely breathe when she asked, "So, uh, Frank, I guess you're here to install my phone lines." She must've read the name stitched across my uniform pocket. My mouth was watering like crazy. "Uh, yes," I managed to gasp, and Rose opened the door for me. I stepped into her apartment and sank a few inches into her deep pile shag. Pink deep pile shag. "This way," she said, and she waved me into her living room.

"Where do you want 'em?" I asked, still staring at her feet. She was wearing a pair of shiny pink patent leather sandals that wound around her feet like licorice whips. So much of her feet showed through the straps that it was almost as if she wasn't wearing any shoes at all. Almost.

"Oh, just start at this corner and work your way around the room," she answered, obviously not minding the attention I was paying her pretty little feet. It's a good thing I had brought so many jacks. I set down my tools and prepared to get to work. Miss Rose checked on me every once in a while, looming over me in her shiny sandals each time, giving me a tantalizing up-close view of her toes. They were right in front of my face as I lay on my stomach, pressed into the shag carpet, drilling into her baseboards. She wiggled them enticingly and I almost installed a jack right into the back of my hand.

I spent the next few afternoons flat on my belly in Rose's deep pile shag. I must've put in about 20 lines, and although I secretly dreamed that she was only having me come back day after day because she enjoyed my company, or maybe the way my work pants kinda hung off my ass, I finally had to ask her about the peculiar number of jacks she was getting.

"Oh, I think I'm gonna start up a phone sex business," she answered, standing beside me and wiggling those toes of hers some more. "Or maybe some computer sex thing. They say it's where the future is." Rose was standing over me, her feet just inches from my face. I could smell the sweat between her adorable toes. Hell, I could practically taste it! That, and the smell of the leather of her strappy little sandals was just about driving me mad. My hard-oin was trapped between my belly and the deep pile shag, and I knew that with only a couple of humps against her fancy carpet, I'd be shooting my wad right in my work pants.

"Well, hon, I've got to get ready for a big date. You go right on working." And Rose was gone, her sandals leaving tiny spike-heeled shoe prints in the carpet behind her.

While she was in the shower, I had to jack off. Just thinking about her, all pink and naked, the water running over her ripe, luscious body, got me so hard I couldn't see straight. I sat up and unzipped my pants, and my cock sprang out eagerly. It only met with my spit-slippery palm, though, and not pretty Miss Rose, but after a few strokes it didn't matter so much. I yanked on my stiff prick a few more times and groaned, spraying my hot seed into my fist.

I quickly cleaned myself up, wiping my spunk on my work rag, before Miss Rose came out of her room, wrapped in a towel.

"I'm about finished for the day, Miss Rose," I said, packing up my tools.

"Okay, Frankie," she said, seeing me to the door. "See ya tomorrow!" It was my last day and I knew it. There was no way her walls could hold another jack. So if I was gonna make a move, this would have to be the day. I was on my belly again, trying to concentrate on the job to keep my cock from climbing out of my pants when Rose strolled over to inspect the job I was doing on this latest—and last—phone plug.

She was barefoot. I gazed halfway up her taut calves and, well, let me tell you, this poor guy had taken about all he could take. I squirmed over and slid my tongue right between her toes. Thankfully, Rose giggled and, feeling encouraged, I continued. I worked my way between every toe, slurping and licking. I swore I could taste sugary cotton candy as I lapped away at her pearly toenails, first one foot, then the other, bathing her pretty peds in my salty saliva. My cock was aching as I practically ground it into her carpet, so to give myself some relief, I lifted my ass up, got onto my hands and knees and continued my tongue-worshipping all the way up her tight, young calves.

"Ooh, honey, that is soooo nice," she squealed as I slopped my tongue up to her kneecap. I could hardly hear her with the blood pounding in my ears. All I knew was that I wanted to feel her beautiful toes on my cock, my poor, stiff, trapped, throbbing cock. I gave the inside of her left thigh a quick flick of my tongue and then worked my way back down the front of her calf, stopping to suck on her fragile ankle bone. When I tried to slide my tongue along the arch of her foot, I wound up with a mouthful of carpet fuzz.

"Ummph," I grunted, my ass half in the air.

"Oh, babe, why don't make you a bit more comfortable?" Rose cooed. And again, I almost came in my pants.

She strode ahead of me, urging me on, but I stayed on my hands and knees, following her like an obedient puppy. She led me into her bedroom and plopped herself down on the bed, her feet dangling in front of my face. I didn't need a cue. I tenderly cupped her ankle in my palm and guided her toes into my slathering mouth.

I sucked and slurped, nursing on her tasty pink toes, getting deep between each one, savoring the slight salty taste of her sweat as it slid over my taste buds and down my eager throat. I tried my damnedest to get her whole foot into myt mouth, and I just about made it, too, taking her in almost up to her arching instep. Then I slid that foot out again and started on the other, coating every square inch of it with my adoring tongue. I even managed to slow down a bit. I wanted to gorge myself on her appetizing toes forever.

When I had thoroughly bathed both of Rose's pink little peds with my mouth and my tongue, I gathered up every ounce of courage I had and asked her, still gazing down upon her sparkling pink feet, "Miss Rose?" I asked. "Miss Rose, may I please feel the caress of your soft, perfect feet on my cock?"

"Of course you can, sweetie," Rose giggled, wriggling her toes.

I gratefully unzipped my work pants and released my throbbing prick. There it stood, angry red and hard as a rock, and I was almost blinded by the thought of Miss Rose's toes sliding along its shaft. I pushed my pants down till they were around my ankles and then stretched out on my back, feeling the scratch of the shag carpet. I laid there, holding my breath, waiting to see what Miss Rose would do next. I squeezed my eyes shut tight and listened to my heart pounding away in my chest. It felt like if she didn't do something fast, it might explode right there on her rug.

Just before every blood cell in my body burst, I felt the slightest little tickle at the base of my cock. Rose's tender toes gave my balls a little squeeze and I groaned. She worked her 10 little piggies over the throbbing flesh of my thighs, my belly, my groin, teasing me. She was taking care to touch every inch of me, all around my cock, but not actually on my cock. No, not yet. I could feel her toenails digging into the flesh of my thighs and when she gripped my balls with her toes a second time, she really gave 'em a squeeze!

I was feeling light-headed from the lack of oxygen. I couldn't remember having taken a breath since I'd laid down. No, only quick little gasps for air. And then I felt Miss Rose's feet slide up the hot shaft of my cock. Mmm, they felt so cool and dry. I looked down and saw those two precious feet, gleaming clean from the footbath I had given them, sliding slowly along my twitching prick. She pressed the soft, delicate skin of her insteps against my cock, trapping it, and I had to shut my eyes again for fear I'd lose it right there. "It's okay, baby," Rose whispered. "Come for me. Come all over my pink little toes."

Oh, man, oh man! With my eyes still screwed tight, I saw the fireworks of a million Fourth of Julys explode inside me head. I took a big gulp of air and held it, wanting these few precious seconds to last the rest of my life. And then Miss Rose started sliding her tiny feet up and down, up and down the shaft of my aching cock.

The sounds that came out of my throat were like something in a caveman movie. And still I managed to contain the come that was insistently attempting to explode all over the pink walls of Miss Rose's bedroom. But when I felt her take my pulsing cock between her feet, and when she started moving those feet along my shaft, pumping suggestively, in, out, in, out, I had to see—had to watch. I opened my eyes and looked down, and there were those beautiful feet I'd been worshipping all week, gently milking my member, so soft and so sexy, sliding up and down my prick, and brother, let me tell you, that was it.

My back arched up off the deep pile shag, my cock stiffened with one last pump of blood and then, blammo! Spurt after spurt of my hot, sticky semen erupted, splashing my chest, the deep pile shag and, most importantly, Miss Rose's pretty pink peds. The creamy dribbles of come splattered against her instep, frosted an ankle and showered her painted pink toenails. Meanwhile, I was letting go of a growl like an old grizzly bear.

"Oohhhhuuuyeeeaahhhrr!!!" I strangled out. And still Rose kept milking my cock. One or two more half-hearted loads spouted out, and then I was spent. My pelvis fell back onto the floor and as I lay there, panting on the scratchy pink carpet, Miss Rose slid her toes into the splashes of come on my belly.

"Well, now," she said cheerfully, "I'll bet that feels much better!"

"Uurrgghhh," was all I could answer. And I set about licking her come-laden toes clean one last time, hoping that whether those phone jacks turned out to be for phone sex lines or computer sex lines, Miss Rose would be good enough to let me ring her up and jack off—multiply.