As she walked into my apartment, I couldn't help but take in how sexy she was. She was wearing a tight black dress that hugged her curves in all the right places, and her long blonde hair cascaded down her back like a golden waterfall. But what really caught my attention were her stocking-clad thighs. They were smooth and creamy, and I couldn't help but imagine them rubbing against my cock.
As we sat down on the couch, I couldn't help but sneak glances at her legs. I pictured her feet, clad in black stockings, rubbing against my cock, and me cumming all over them. I felt a surge of excitement at the thought, and I had to force myself to focus on the conversation.
"So, Sarah," I said, trying to sound calm. "What does this all mean anyway? Why the hell was I given this absurd amount of money?"
Sarah smiled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "I'm here to explain why you received that money," she said, her voice low and husky.
I leaned forward, my heart racing with excitement. "Why did I get it?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Sarah leaned back in her chair, a sly smile spreading across her face. "It's a social experiment," she said, "My boss wanted to see how people would react to receiving a large sum of money out of the blue. And you, were the lucky recipient."
I felt a surge of excitement at the thought. "A social experiment?" I repeated, my mind racing with possibilities.
Sarah nodded, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Yes, that's right. And the best part is, you can do anything you want with the money. You can invest it, spend it, or even use it to get revenge on someone who wronged you."
My eyes widened as I thought about the possibilities. I could use the money to get revenge on that Lilith Achenbach, the woman who had cost me my job at the convenience store. I could use it to buy a new car, or a new house, or even to travel the world.
The possibilities were endless, and I felt a surge of excitement at the thought.
As I sat there, my mind racing with possibilities, I couldn't help but sneak glances at Sarah's legs. I felt a surge of excitement at another lewd thought, and I had to force myself to focus on the conversation.
"So, what do you think I should do with the money?" I asked, trying to sound calm.
Sarah smiled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "That's up to you," she said, her voice low and husky. "But I think you should do something exciting. Something that will make you happy."
I could do anything I wanted with the money, and I was determined to make the most of it.
As I sat there, my mind racing with possibilities, I suddenly got a bold idea. I had the cash so I could do anything right, and my erection wasn't going away any time soon. Ah screw it.
"How much would it cost for a…footjob?" The words tumbled out of my mouth before I could stop them, and I immediately regretted them. But Sarah's smile only widened, and she lifted a perfectly manicured finger to my chin, tilting my head up so that I was forced to meet her gaze.
"A footjob, huh?" she mused, her voice dripping with amusement. "How much are you willing to pay?"
I swallowed, feeling my throat go dry as I stammered out a number. "A thousand dollars."
Her eyebrows shot up, and for a moment, I thought she might laugh in my face. Instead, she merely studied me, her expression unreadable. Then, slowly, she nodded. "Very well. A thousand dollars for a footjob. But understand this—once you ask for it, there's no backing out."
I nodded quickly, too eager, too desperate to let this opportunity slip through my fingers. "I understand."
Sarah turned on her heel, leading me into my living room where she chose a plush armchair near. She sat down gracefully, crossing one leg over the other, revealing the sheer black stockings that clung to her legs like a second skin. My cock twitched in my pants, already half-hard in anticipation.
"Come here," she commanded, her voice firm but not unkind. I obeyed, dropping to my knees before her like a supplicant before a queen. My hands trembled as I reached for the zipper of my jeans, fumbling slightly before managing to pull it down. I shoved my pants and underwear to the side, freeing my aching erection. It bobbed eagerly in the air, straining toward her.
"That's it," she murmured, her tone almost approving. "Now, take off your shirt."
I obliged, peeling the fabric over my head and tossing it aside. My chest heaved with each breath, and I could feel the sweat beginning to prickle at my temples. I was completely at her mercy, and the knowledge made my cock throb painfully.
Sarah leaned forward slightly, resting her elbows on her knees as she regarded me with those piercing eyes. "Are you ready?"
I nodded, unable to form words. My mouth was too dry, my tongue too thick.
"Good," she purred, shifting her position so that her legs were spread slightly. With deliberate slowness, she slid her high-heeled foot out of her shoe, flexing her toes luxuriously before bringing her stockinged foot to rest against the underside of my shaft.
The sensation was electric, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through my body. I gasped, closing my eyes as her foot began to move, sliding up and down my length with expert precision. Her other foot soon joined in, the two of them working in tandem to stroke me with a steadily increasing tempo.
"Look at me," she commanded, and I obeyed, opening my eyes to find her watching me intently. "Tell me how good it feels."
I moaned, my voice breaking as I struggled to speak. "So good…oh God, Sarah, it feels so good…"
She smiled, pleased with my response. "Good boy. Now, beg me for more."
My cheeks flushed with humiliation, but I was too far gone to care. "Please…please, Sarah…more…I need more…"
"That's better," she cooed, increasing the pressure of her feet as they stroked me relentlessly. "You're pathetic, aren't you? So desperate for this…so willing to throw away your money on something so meaningless."
I whimpered, my hips bucking involuntarily as she worked me harder, faster. "Yes…I'm sorry…I'm so sorry…"
"Don't be sorry," she said, her voice suddenly sharp. "Be grateful. Be grateful that I'm giving you this experience, that I'm helping you indulge in your fantasies."
Her words struck a chord deep within me, igniting a fire of desire that burned hotter with each passing second. I could feel my orgasm building, tightening like a vice around my balls. "Sarah…I'm gonna…I'm gonna cum…"
"Do it," she urged, her feet never faltering in their rhythm. "Cum for me. Cum all over my feet."
My vision blurred as I came, ribbons of white spilling from my tip and splattering across her stockinged feet. I cried out her name, a guttural sound torn from the depths of my soul, as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over me.
Sarah didn't stop, even as I shuddered and spasmed beneath her touch. "That's it," she whispered, her voice low and hypnotic. "Let it all out…"
God, life was going to be great.
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As I woke up the next day, I felt a sense of excitement and anticipation. I had a new plan, a new idea that I was eager to put into action. I quickly got out of bed and made my way to my computer, where I spent the next hour researching and investing in a number of reliable stocks and bonds.
After making my investments, I felt a sense of satisfaction and relief. I had taken a big step towards securing my financial future, and I was eager to see the results. I then decided to take a shower and get ready for the day ahead. As I was getting dressed, I heard a knock at the door. It was my landlord's wife, Julia, who was also getting ready to leave for the day.
"Hey, I was passing by and thought I'd check up on you," she said, smiling at me. "How's it going?"
I smiled back at her, trying to play it cool. But as I looked at her, I couldn't help but feel a surge of desire. She was a sexy black woman, with a thick and curvy body that was currently clad in a tight workout outfit.
"I'm doing well, thanks," I said, trying to sound casual. "Just getting ready for the day."
Julia nodded, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "I know the feeling," she said. "I'm on my way to the gym. I need to get in shape for the summer."
"You look fine as is, Julia." I confidently said, my new confidence surprised me considering how weak I was when Sarah dominated me.
Surprisingly Julia gave an almost sly smile at my words, "Keep that tone up and you'll flatter any girl." She chuckled.
"You think so? Well is it flattering you?" I once again surprised myself and had to remind myself that this was a married woman. But that thought made this all the more enticing.
"Hah, maybe..."
As we talked, I couldn't help but think about cumming on her black ass. I imagined myself behind her, my cock buried deep in her ass as I came. I felt a surge of excitement at the thought, and I had to force myself to focus on the conversation.
"Well, I should get going," Julia said, smiling at me. "Have a good day."
"You too," I said, smiling back at her.
First things first, I needed to get new clothing, preferably a suit. I had a plan to go to an expensive clothing store and pick out a nice suit, one that would make me look and feel like a million bucks. It was all a part of a grand scheme in the making.
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As I walked into the store, I was greeted by a friendly cashier. "Hello, sir," she said, smiling at me. "Welcome to our store. How can I help you today?"
"I'm looking for a new suit," I said, smiling back at her. "Something that will make me look and feel like a million bucks."
The cashier nodded, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, you've come to the right place," she said. "We have a wide selection of suits to choose from, and I'm sure we can find one that fits your needs."
I nodded, my eyes scanning the racks of suits. I saw a few that caught my eye, and I pointed them out to the cashier.
"Those are all great choices," she said, smiling at me. "But I think I have something even better. Follow me."
She led me to a section of the store that I hadn't noticed before. It was a small room, filled with suits that were even more expensive than the ones I had seen before.
"Wow," I said, my eyes widening in surprise. "These are some nice suits."
The cashier nodded, smiling at me. "Yes, they are," she said. "And I think I have just the one for you."
She pulled out a suit that was even more expensive than the others. It was a black suit, with a fitted jacket and matching pants.
"This is a great choice," she said, smiling at me. "It's one of our most expensive suits, but it's worth it. You'll look and feel like a million bucks in this suit."
I nodded, my eyes fixed on the suit. I could see myself wearing it, and I knew that it would be perfect for my revenge on Lilith.
"I'll take it," I said, smiling at the cashier.
The cashier nodded, smiling back at me. "Great choice," she said. "I'll get you fitted for it right away."