"The Dick 2"( MF+ interr anal feet ds )[2/4]

I slipped from Sheila's embrace and tucked her into the blankets.  I grabbed
my watch and it showed 3:30 a.m.  It would take me at least ten minutes to run
to my car at the bar and another fifteen to drive to my office.  I hurriedly
dressed, but dropped my belt loudly onto the floor in the process.  Sheila
woke up and dreamily called for me.  I was really torn and almost left, but I
went back into the bedroom and sat down beside her.

"Where are you running off to?"

"I gotta go.  I promised someone that I would meet them early this morning."

"So I don't get to cook you breakfast or squeeze some morning juice from your
pecker?"

I shook my head and kissed her on her lips.  She grabbed me by my shirt after
the kiss and asked, "Can you come back after your meeting?"

My head was swimming.  I said, "maybe..."

To which she replied, "Good!  Take my apartment key and let yourself back in.
If I'm still sleeping I want you to wake me up by licking my pussy real good."

I looked surprised in response, and she asked, "Do you promise?"

The mental picture of waking her up by eating her out was too vivid for me.  I
muttered, "okay".

She collapsed back onto the bed with a dreamy smile and was fast asleep before
I left the apartment.

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As I ran from the apartment, I settled into a jog toward the bar.  The
temperature was finally beginning to cool and a breeze was starting to flow
inland off of the bay.  After some concentration I recalled that
the name of my client was Chantell McLemore.  My mind slowly started filling
in the details of her persona which was quite substantial.  Ms. McLemore
seemed almost the opposite of the cute Sheila he had just fucked.  She had
dark looks.  She was a serious professional.  She was intelligent and rich.
And perhaps the most important difference: she was older and wiser.  This was
not a woman to underestimate.

I reached my car and continued my thought processes on the way to the office.
I had definitely put myself in a precarious position in regards to my client.
By screwing Sheila I had interfered with the affairs of Chantell, instead of
being an objective observer of these events, as professionally required.  So I
had two options.  One, I could admit to her that I got involved and refer her
to some other dick; or two, I could attempt to conceal my involvement and hope
that she doesn't find out.  Considering my dwindling bank account, option one
didn't look too attractive right now.

It was 4:00 a.m. sharp when I pulled into the back parking lot.  I reasoned
that if her shift was over at 4 that she wouldn't be by for at least another
ten minutes.  I raced upstairs and turned on the light.  After another five
minutes of thinking I came to the conclusion that she was too classy to rely
on a faithless shit like me as her detective.  I'd give her my full report,
square the account with her, and tell her of my accidental involvement with
Sheila.  Who knows, maybe she'll take pity on me and keep me on the case, in
spite of it all.

The knock on the door came five minutes earlier than I expected.  I went to
the door and opened it.  Chantell had her suit jacket draped across her arm
and the top two buttons of her blouse were undone.  She looked like she'd had
a tough night at work.

"Come in Ms. McLem- er, I mean Chantell."

A smile broke out upon her face as she extended her hand, "Pleased to see you
again Frank."

"Would you care to sit on the couch rather than at the desk?"

"I'd love to as long as you don't mind if I remove these pumps.  My feet are
killing me.  I was on my feet all evening as our computer connection to Hong
Kong went down and I was forced to use our discount international telephones
across the hall in order to do our business there."

"I don't mind at all," and as I said it she reached out and put one hand on my
shoulder as she bent one leg and slipped her shoe off one foot.  She then put
her other hand on my other shoulder to release her other shoe.  When she was
done she was directly facing me and I could judge that she was still a
statuesque 5'8" standing flat-footed.  She didn't use any perfume that I was
aware of, but she obviously used some type of soap or lotion that had a very
natural smell.

As I looked down at her face she smiled and said, "Thank you."

She took a seat on one end of the couch and stretched out her long curvaceous
legs.  I took a seat at the opposite end, and she bent her knees slightly so
that her white-stockinged feet wouldn't be touching my thigh.  Her casual
appearance upon the couch had an even more pronounced allure for me.  I
mentally concentrated and started into my report.  In addition to her
appearance, her air seemed very casual as well.  Here I was reporting on the
basic facts of her husband's infidelity and she seemed quite unconcerned by it
all.  I couldn't help but notice that she seemed to be consciously breathing
hard.  The rise and fall of her chest extending outwardly from her blouse was
putting a lot of strain on my peripheral vision.  As I was finishing my
report, she subtly moved her feet against my thigh, and would occasionally
wiggle her toes.  This was becoming a real turn-on for me which as a
consequence was a problem considering the restriction of the growing pecker
within my briefs.

"... and that's pretty well the extent of what happened with your husband,
tonite, Channie."

At the sound of her nickname she looked up and smiled again.  "I have the
photographs on film, and can have it developed by a photographer friend of
mine in confidence.  I can have both the photos and my written report to you
by the end of the week, but you may want some further surveillance before
going to the divorce lawyers with all of this."

She tucked her left leg up under her and started massaging her stocking clad
foot.  At length she replied, "Yes, I think you're right Frank.  I think we
will need further spying on Bern."

"Excuse me for interrupting here, but would you like me to massage your feet,
Chan?"

"Oh God!  I was hoping you'd catch the signal, Frank.  But only if it's not a
bother.  It won't gross you out or anything will it?"

"No, not at all.  I've always enjoyed giving and receiving foot massages.
I've been sitting around in a car all night so I surely don't need one myself,
but I'm always at service of a friend in need."  I slipped off my own boots
and turned to face her on the couch.  She slipped her sexy right foot into my
hands while stretching the left leg out until her left foot was extended
between my legs.  I really couldn't believe this was happening, but I kept my
composure and started rubbing the soft curves of her foot and toes.

She started in again on her instructions, saying, "I think we need Bernard
followed during the daytime.  He might have another mistress.  Who knows?"
She tilted her head back and moaned, "God, that feels good!  You're not a
professional are you?"

I was kneading the muscles in her foot quite forcefully by now and she seemed
to be enjoying it even more.  "No, not me, but like I said I have enjoyed foot
massaging in the past, so I do have some experience with it."  As I said this
I dropped her right foot and started massaging her left.  She deftly placed
her right foot directly against my crotch and it took a maximum of composure
to keep my cool, now.  Luckily, my formal report was over.

"Well, anyway, I think you've done a very good job so far ... on the Bernard
watch, that is.  Oh, on the feet, as well."  She grinned on this last
statement showing her bright, white teeth.  A small gap existed between her
front teeth and this slight imperfection enhanced her attractiveness.   "So,
what's the damage.  What do I owe you."

"Expenses came to 27 dollars and my time, including this report, comes to
300."

"That seems fair."  And as she said this, she bent down to retrieve her purse
from the floor, but while doing this she was wiggling her toes at my crotch.
It seemed impossible that I could contain myself while feeling and looking at
these two sexy feet.  All I wanted to do was grab one and start kissing it all
over.  I wasn't paying attention to the rest of her, and a few silent moments
later I found her rubbing the flat of her right foot directly against the
bulge in my pants.  I looked up quickly.

"Hmmmm.  It seems we have a little foot fetish on our hands here, doesn't it?"

I dropped her left foot, ignoring the play on words, and stammered, "I-uh-I
apologize Ms. McLemore.  You're right.  I do have a fetish problem.  I never
should have offered to massage your feet."  But her right foot never stopped
massaging my crotch while her left foot was now moving up and down my thigh.

"Did I refer to your fetish as a problem?  I don't think so," she said with
her eyes held wide open and her elegant eyebrows arched.  It was a smoldering
look that burned me to the quick.  I grabbed her left foot and immediately
started showering it with kisses.  The mixed scent of shoe leather and sweat
was a powerful aphrodisiac for me.  As I kissed and licked the lovely curve of
her heel, she wiggled her toes before my eyes.  I kissed my way across her
arch to the ball of her foot and took the time to kiss each of her toes.  She
had scooted forward to gain a better advantage on my crotch, moving her right
foot back and forth over the material covering my cock and balls.  I held her
leg by her calf and softly kneaded her calf muscle while kissing her toes.
This elicited another moan from her, and as she tilted her head back, I had my
first shot of the tops of her stockings, garter belt, and lacy little panties.

She caught me looking when she said, "No Frank, I really believe there is no
problem here."  Then she winked at me.  "But, I really want to return this
wonderful favor on my feet.  Here let me relieve some pressure here."  She
reached and undid my belt and fly.  She then pulled down my pants and
underwear and released a blast of air through the gap in her teeth that
sounded like a whistle.

"Oh my, Mr. Chase!  You are a big man."  I thought she was going to proceed to
blow me, but much to my delight she sat back again and gave me an unrestricted
footjob.  This time she was able to slide her sexy foot back and forth across
the entire length of my throbbing boner pausing to tickle my balls with her
toes.  I resumed my kissing of her other foot keeping one hand moving up and
down her entire leg, as far as I could reach.  My hand caressed her leg from
her ankle, across her knee, and down her thigh to her stocking tops.
Eventually, I got bold and released the catches between her stocking and
garter belt.

"You know Frank, that a black woman's foot is two-toned in color.  Many men
think the whiter looking sole is ugly.  If you were to remove my stocking, you
might not be so turned on by my feet."  I took this as a clear invitation to
do just that.  I scooted forward and reached down between her legs.  I let my
fingers stray across her panties for a moment, and they felt quite wet with
sweat and pussy juice.  I only hoped that I would get to ingest such sweet
elixir before the night was over.  I reached for the top band of her stocking
top and began to roll it downwardly upon her leg.  I tore my gaze temporarily
away from her leg to look at her face.  She was staring intently at me and
gave me a look that was so patently lustful that I had to swallow hard due to
the dryness of my throat.

I looked back down at her leg and found she had balanced her left foot upon my
shoulder and was tracing the line of my jaw with her toes.  I proceeded to
roll the stocking down the length of her thigh and over her knee.  As I did
so, my fingers trailed along the dark, smooth and unblemished skin of her leg.
I pulled the sheer white stocking across her calf and ankle while lifting her
foot from my shoulder.  With her foot poised in front of my face, I pulled the
remainder of the stocking over the heel of her foot, across her arch and let
it drop from her toes.  The dark soft skin at the top of her foot was at
distinct odds with the tougher and lighter skin on the bottom of her foot.
The ying and yang quality of her foot drove me to kiss her foot all over,
again.  After showering it with kisses, I went back and started licking every
square inch of her left foot.  She was really enjoying the attention and kept
her jet black eyes locked upon my face.  I'm not sure if she caught it but I
finally blushed over all of these events.

Finally, I reached her toes and drew each of these two-toned wonders into my
mouth individually.  I sucked on each one while swirling my tongue around
these lovely little digits.  Upon putting each one in my mouth she gave out a
little pleasure yelp.  Meanwhile, I was getting hornier by the minute.  My
cock was totally engorged with blood.  I looked up at her as I was sucking her
last little toe.  She was now concentrating on bringing my erect penis to the
brink.  The sight of her working to bring me to orgasm was too much to handle.
I knew I only had moments left, so I stuffed all of her toes into my mouth, as
far as they would go.  She looked up into my eyes, and I lost it.  I could
feel the surge from my balls, so I bit down slightly on her foot and her eyes
went wide as she let out a sustained groan.

To prevent from gagging, I pulled her foot from my mouth and placed it against
my face.  My orgasm was powerful, and I sprayed the first couple of jets up
over my own chest.  I couldn't recall when my shirt buttons had been undone.
The remaining jizz sprayed out lavishly across her stocking clad right foot.
In an instinctive response, I dropped her left foot and our bodies moved
closer to one another.  Our mouths met in a hard kiss, and I was practically
bowled over by how sweet her tongue and lips tasted.  I kept thinking of how
much I'd wanted to kiss this mouth from the moment I met her.  It was a long
langorous kiss that included much movement of both of our lips and tongues.

When we broke from the kiss, she cautioned, "Be careful, I don't want to lose
any of your seed."  As I looked at her quizically, she slyly smiled as she
rolled the stocking off of her right leg careful not to let any of my jizz
drop off the end as she removed it from her foot.  With her eyes locked on
mine she started licking the cum off of her stocking.  I'd never seen such a
sight and just stared at her in dumb amazement.  When she finished, she moved
to my chest and licked and swallowed the trail of cum leading down to my cock.
She used her tongue to good affect upon my cock to ensure that she got every
last drop.

She laid her head across my thighs and gazed up into my eyes.  I was still
speechless when she said matter-of-factly, "I knew I smelled something fishy
on you, but after getting a good whiff of your cock and licking it clean I
know you've had another woman tonite."

Needless to say I still couldn't bring my vocal chords to work.  But I'm sure
she saw the new shock upon my face as she went on, "She smelled and tasted
like a pretty rank whore, Frank.  I thought the pungent odor was bad, but the
bitter taste was almost overpowering."  The blood drained from my face as it
dawned upon me that the last place my pecker was before entering Chantell's
mouth was up Sheila's asshole.

Chantell sat up and said, "Frank, you're white as a ghost!  Please, you
haven't offended me in the least.  In fact, quite the opposite.  These smells
and tastes are an aphrodisiac for me.  I don't know if you noticed, but I had
an orgasm during all of this.  My sense of smell is so acute that I can bring
myself off without any manual stimulation, whatsoever!  I didn't want to
insinuate that you sleep around with whores, I'm just saying that whoever it
was you obviously got down to some pretty ripe action.  I'm quite flattered
that you didn't wash up afterwards.  It clearly means that you had no
intention of making me.  Since I stopped fucking my husband, five years ago,
I've never accepted sex from any man unless it's totally spontaneous.  If I
catch a whiff (excuse the pun) that the guy expects sex, I won't give him the
time of day.  Unfortunately, it means I've done without sex almost entirely.
Well, I guess there were a couple of times in there."  She smiled.

I recovered and said, "What a waste," and she was positively beaming at me for
the offhanded compliment.  It was then, that I realized that on top of
everything else, I'd spent all night sweating on surveillance, sweating during
sex, and sweating here in my office.  It truly sunk home that this woman
enjoyed ripe smells because I had to truly stink from sweat.

"Well even if you like this sort of thing, I must be allowed to apologize for
not washing up.  I was raised to have better manners than this."

"Apology accepted.  And if you really want to make it up to me you'll tell
me all about your other sexual adventure tonite."

At this point I realized that the whole idea of coming forth with the truth
about Sheila was not going to work.  I already deserved a painful death from
Chantell for allowing her to lick up the smells and tastes of her husband's
mistress.  I was surely not going to cause her pain by letting her know the
truth.  I quickly started to skate around the truth, and told her that my
former lover of the evening was a common girlfriend of mine.

"Oh really?  You don't give out that having-a-girlfriend vibe."

"Well, she's not really a girlfriend, she's more of a fuckfriend ... er,
excuse the vulgarity."

Chantell bent forward and lightly kissed my lips, saying, "Don't sweat that
sweetie.  You'll find that I can swear with the best of sailors, so as long as
you don't get offended, I won't get offended."  She paused before going on.
"So, your fuckfriend, does she walk both sides of the street?  Is she bi?"

This caught me off guard.  I wasn't sure where she was going with this, but I
had a feeling I wasn't going to like where it ended up.  "Well, I really don't
know.  I don't think so, but I suppose she could be."

"When are you going to see her again?  Did you promise her you'd meet her
after giving me this report?"

Now my mind was reeling.  I decided to give the truth a very short leash since
she probably saw the surprise in my face.  "Why yes, how did you guess?"

"Intuition.  Can I come along?"

Son-of-a-bitch!  Now I'm dug into a hole as deep as it goes.  "I really don't
think that would be a good idea."

"Why not?  I can't imagine that you'd settle for anything short of a
progressive lover.  I'm sure she'd have no problem if I watched."

When I get backed into a corner, I sometimes get creative, so this was a time
to change tactics.  "Are you bisexual Chantell?"

"I've often wondered about it, but I've never actually been with a woman
before.  It's funny, now that you mention it I can recall my Aunt Tessa giving
me lingering kisses on the lips.  I never thought much about it until I got
older and then I thought of it as kinda fun."

This was good.  Get her distracted by reminiscing and somehow I'll find a way
out of this.  "Well kissing is one thing, but I'm sure the decision for
lesbian sex would be a pretty big step to take."

"Oh, I don't know about that."  She paused and then said, "I know!  We'll go
to your fuckfriend's house and we'll ask her if she'd like to have sex with me
for the first time.  If she doesn't want to, I promise I'll leave.  If she
does, and I get squeamish, I'll also leave.  But if she does and I go through
with it, you get to watch Frank!  It's perfect!  I know it's every man's dream
to watch two women make love.  Why do all of the porno films have lesbo
scenes, otherwise?"

She had me.  I was dead, but I tried one last feint.  "I'm sure she probably
wouldn't go for any of this."

"Oh come on!  You just told me that you don't know if she's bi, or not.  What
would it hurt to ask her?  I promise that I'll ask her very nicely so that she
won't think any less of you."

My final gambit was likely to produce the opposite effect than I intended, but
I had to let her know about it anyhow.  "She's sleeping and I had to promise
that I'd wake her up by cunnilingus."

"That's perfect.  I'll wake her up that way.  If she wakes up and is
horrified, I'll apologize profusely.  If I don't feel I can go through with
it, I'll leave you in peace."

I recalled before that I had a tough time saying "no" to this black magic
woman, and things hadn't improved for me in this regard.  I finally shrugged
my shoulders and said "okay."

She responded by flinging herself into my arms and kissing me for a few
minutes.  It was the first time that I had felt her ample chest press against
mine, and I had to admit that as miserable as I felt that this kiss was
especially pleasurable.

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On the drive over to Sheila's apartment, I tried to backpedal as best as I
could to perhaps make it through the night.  I told Chantell that my
fuckfriend and I had a very confidential relationship and that we didn't want
others to know about it, so we never give out one another's names, and so she
shouldn't expect any introduction.  She seemed to accept this.  Luckily,
Chantell wouldn't see Sheila's & Bernard's pictures for about a week, so it
would buy me time before Chantell finds out who Sheila really is.  Sheila's
voice was pretty muffled and non-distinct on the tape I played for Chantell,
so I doubt that she would recognize it, in person.  We arrived at Sheila's
apartment at the very break of dawn.  Chantell stopped me prior to getting
out, because she had obviously been thinking about something on the drive
over.

"Tell me the truth here, Frank.  Did you buttfuck her before coming over to
give me the report?"  I groaned in response, and that told her all she needed
to know.  "I knew it!  I knew there was something more rank on your penis than
simple pussy juice."  She was beaming when she continued, "Maybe I should be
the detective here."

She declared, "Well if we go through with this and she's game, I'm gonna ask
her to lick out my asshole in return.  We'll see how she likes it."  I groaned
again, as she continued, "As a matter of fact, I think you should be the one
to lick our assholes."

I did not have a happy look on my face when I replied, "I've already performed
analingus on her and I'd be more than happy to perform it on you."

She got out of the car and declared, "Really.  I've never had it performed on
me.  This should be some fun!"

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I let myself into Sheila's apartment with Chantell close behind.  I looked
through Sheila's open bedroom door to find her fast asleep in bed.  She was
lying atop the covers so this cunnilingus wake-up call was obviously going to
work.

Chantell whispered behind me, "She's naked!"

"Yeah, I noticed."

"Well I better get undressed, as well."

As she stripped off her clothes I got my first full look at her form, and once
again, I was blown away by the beauty of this woman.  Her breasts were perched
high upon her chest and were very full.  There was no sag to them which seemed
to enhance their fullness.  Her areolas were as broad as a coffee cup, and as
brown as a dark coffee bean.  Her nipples stood out like the end of a pool
cue.  The perfection of these tits made me dizzy, but her body didn't stop
there.  Her waist was very narrow, but flared dramatically into wide, full
hips.  The crack of her ass was very pronounced and extended vertically at
least 10 inches above the bottom of her pussy.  She kept her bush well
trimmed, and the pussy looked like a ten course meal.  Her large pussy lips
stretched out like butterfly wings and didn't quite hide the pink entrance to
her vagina.  Her clitoris was poised like a sentinel above it all.  Finally,
her long beautifully curved legs suspended the entire package well above the
floor of the room.

"Well how do I look?"

I took her into my arms and whispered, "You're a goddess."  She beamed and
proceed to give me a long, slow wet kiss.  Meanwhile my hands never stopped
caressing the length of her body.  As we broke apart, I whispered into her
ear, "If you two do get along, you're in for a special treat.  She has the
most incredible tongue I've ever come across."

Chantell arched her eyebrows and replied, "Oh really?"  Obviously she got the
double entendre.