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Let's do It

Date: 10/13/2015, Categories: Fiction, Drug, Foot or shoe fetish, Author: Heel778, Rating: 80, Source: sexstories.com

changing under the pressure of his strong libido. They started a conversation while sipping their beers. “I’m Philip. You?” “Polly.” “What brought you here, Polly?” “An hour ago I arrived from the States. I’m waiting a… friend of mine to pick me up… but his car has broken and I’m expecting him no sooner than three or four hours. “I have always hated waiting.” “Me too.” “Your leg… you hurt it… sorry.” “I sorry too, but maybe it was destined that way.” “Destined? What do you mean?” “Well… you know how it is. Life surprises us unpleasantly sometimes. Oh… I was out on a walk in Chicago when a thug attacked me, snatching my handbag. I ran after him and was knocked down by a speeding taxi. And here I am with broken shin, stuck in a cast for a month.” “What a nuisance!” Gradually Polly monopolized the conversation. Cataract of rambling, often illogical sentences was literally pouring out of her mouth and Philip started feeling dizzy. He already regretted for the „beer kindness” he had shown. On top of all Polly was trembling like a leaf, her nerves obviously shaken by the misfortune. “Do you know how ugly the American squirrels are? Sort of… chubby cheeked… you know. “Polly, sorry but I must go. I have to go to work. Polly bit her lips, her gaze wandering skyward. “Let’s do it,” she whispered. “Do it?” “Yes! Let’s do it! At you place.” “Well…” “I can’t stand it anymore. Come on, help me get up!” Philip paid the bill and gave a hand to Polly who impatiently collected her crutches, ... got up and hopped toward the exit. Her broken leg, which turned out to be encased in plaster up to the thigh, was swaying lifelessly, making Philip feel even more disappointed. “Lame or not, I will screw her. Just my luck!” he thought. Polly threw the crutches aside and dropped heavily on the couch, fixing her hectic eyes on Philip who at this moment was wondering if it’s prestigious to brag about screwing a casted girl. Other thoughts fleeted through his mind too. Such as: “Maybe in this case I should use a nonstandard technique. Maybe I should prop the cast on my shoulder so that not to chafe myself. Would it be possible to penetrate…” “Do you have a hammer?” Polly asked. “Hammer?” Philip gave her a puzzled look. “Come on! Just bring me a hammer!” “Why?” “Stop asking stupid questions, please!” Philip brought the small hammer he kept in the balcony cabinet. Polly took it, drew her skirt up and hit the upper part of the cast with all her might. Plaster bits flew in every direction. “Hey, what are you doing?” Philip cried out, taking a step forward. Polly froze him with a sidelong glance and continued hammering her plastered thigh, not worried at all that she could hurt herself. Slightly bent in the back, with his arms folded on his chest, Philip was watching with anxious eyes. A minute later his face brightened. He was thinking: “She wants to do it in the normal way. She knows this ugly bandage is a serious obstacle. I’m going to like that. We are going to spend great time ...