Message-ID: <7966eli$9801310023@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/7966.txt> From: slvshlkr@best.com (slave shoelicker) Subject: story: Amanda's Delivery Boy- rough start Newsgroups: alt.sex.femdom,alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories.bondage Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <34d2343a.19786969@nntp.best.com> Warning!! Do not read if under twenty-one, or easily offended by adult sexual material. This material is only intended for adults. All minors should read no further!! Amanda's Delivery boy By slave shoelicker The author claims a copyright. Danny worked as a messenger for a large influential law firm in New York City. He was nearing the end of his day, and this would be his last delivery. Then he could call it a day and head to one of the local watering holes to gaze at all the finely dressed women who would stop by after a hard days work. Although he didn't have much of a 'power job,' he was a handsome man. Six foot, 185lbs., dark and good looking. Very fit and young for his 36 years of age. His Irish charm and gift of gab allowed him to have a fairly good success rate for someone at his level in the social pecking order, and many a female executive had thrown herself at him for a roll in the hay. His delivery took him to a dance studio on the upper east side. A very posh neighborhood in the ritzy part of town. All he wanted to do was get in and out and start Friday evening off right. The delivery was for a Madame Chantelle, and he was told he would need her signature on the receipt to insure she received what was inside. Once inside, he was told Madame was in the studio and a very attractive young secretary in a short skirt revealing a very nice set of legs and a well-shaped firm ass directed him to the entrance. Danny always was a leg and ass man. He never could see what people saw in a huge set of knockers. She showed him the door and turned to leave. He watched her walk away, swaying her butt ever so magnificently. He entered the studio to see a woman in her mid thirties and a girl of about eighteen. It was a ballet studio, and it was clear the woman was giving private instruction to a young, promising ballerina. The woman was dressed in a leotard and tights, and he couldn't believe how good she looked in the skintight fitting clothes. She had a body that any woman would die for, but when the young girl caught his attention, he was thunderstruck. She was an angel sent from heaven. He had always enjoyed the ballet and the limber, young, nubile bodies the ballerinas have was his ultimate turn on. This girl matched his perfect dream in every way. He stood there gawking at her as she went through some practice moves. She was dressed much the same, in a black leotard with white tights, and pointe shoes on her lovely feet. Her hair was pulled up in a tight bun. He was so caught up by her beauty, he didn't notice Madame Chantelle standing next to him. "Is there something you want, boy," she asked, bringing him out of his trance. 'Boy,' Danny thought. He hadn't been called that in quite some time. Yet he was too embarrassed to object to her condescending tone. "I ah, I ah, have a delivery for you Ma'am," he said sheepishly. Why was he so meek, he thought. He had always been quite the ladies man, and now he was being turned into a wimp. Chantelle took the package and turned to walk out the door. "Ah Ma'am, could you sign for this, please," Danny said. It was more of a question than a request. "Sit down and wait for me to return," Chantelle said, or rather ordered. Danny looked around and he saw no chairs in the studio. He was at a loss for what to do when Chantelle started walking towards him. As she approached, danny found himself sinking to his knees on the floor. Chantelle stopped in front of him, saying, "Good boy. Wait here for me, I should be back in about an hour," as she extended her lovely leg into a toe point and tapped the tip of his nose with her foot. He did nothing to stop her and he turned crimson with shame as the young girl giggled at his obsequious display. Despite his utter humiliation, he was now sporting a rather large hard on, but he couldn't see why he was so turned on by his degradation. "Amanda darling, don't forget to do your stretching exorcises before you leave," Chantelle said walking out the door. "Yes," Amanda laughed as she pirouetted over to where danny knelt. She stopped in front of him, and he stared, mesmerized. She extended her leg over his head and he gasped at the fantastic sight. He watched as she slowly brought her toe point down and tapped his nose with the tip of her shoe. "Stay right there," she giggled, and danny was never so embarrassed in his entire life. This young angel had just toyed with him, and he sat there unable to respond to her or stop her from humiliating him. Amanda spun around and began bending over at the waist, her elbows practically touching the ground. Her fine butt was now inches from danny's gaping mouth, and a more shapely ass he had never seen. As he stared and marveled at it, he heard Amanda. "What are you looking at?" she said, and danny could see she was looking right at him, upside down from between her legs. "Oh, ah, nothing Miss," he said feebly. She stood up, her back still toward him, and lifted her leg up behind her. The underside of her foot was placed under danny's chin, and she raised his downcast face so he was once again staring at her shapely butt. "So that's it," Amanda giggled as she looked over her shoulder. danny swooned as the smell of her shoe and foot assaulted his nostrils. His penis was now as hard as it has ever been. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/><http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>