1. The Girl Living on the Floor Above


    Date: 10/5/2015, Categories: Fiction, BDSM, Bondage and restriction, Foot or shoe fetish, Sado-Masochism, Author: Heel778, Rating: 87.5, Source: sexstories.com

    I took a deep breath and said, „I don’t think this is a good idea.” “We can do it right now,” she said and pressed her hot lips on my neck. “What’s the matter with you?” “Don’t you understand yet? The pain makes me hot,” she said calmly, but I felt that she was very tense. “This is not the right moment. You are hurt. We have to go to the hospital.” “Later,” she said and rubbed my crotch, staring at me intently. Instinctively, I pressed against her, feeling the soft firmness of her breasts. “Oh, that’s much better,” she moaned in my ear. I lowered her to the floor, trying not to bang her injured ankle against something. My hands slid up her thighs, pushing her skirt up, feeling her firm bottom. She arched her back, and squeezed against me. “You can get hurt,” I said hoarsely, but continued doing what I needed to. “I am already hurt,” she said, unbuttoning my pants,”hey, my swelling is nothing compared to yours. Are you hurt too?” I didn’t manage to respond with a witty remark so I just caressed her vagina. Obviously, she found my response amusing because she giggled. I pulled back to look at her. Beautiful, hungry eyes; sensitive, quivering lips; pert breasts; and these silky thighs, twitching invitingly. Jessica moved her right leg aside, giving me a better view. Her left one was resting stiffly on the floor, her injured ankle resembling a sausage. She followed my eyes and smiled,” I’m fine.” The sight of her thighs was irresistible. I drew myself closer. Her fingers dug ...
    into my back as she pressed against me. Her body felt incredibly sensual, inhumanly tender. My penis slowly found its way inside her tightness, and my lips started to explore her face. She moaned with every thrust, her lips parting seductively. There was as much pleasure as pain in these moans. I was causing her pain, whether she liked it or not. Her injured ankle had to stay immobile, but we just could not stop. I lifted her left leg, resting it on my shoulder. Her heel brushed gently against my cheek, and a pleasant leathery smell reached my nose. “My ankle feels much better now,” Jessica said and thrust her bottom up to meet me. *** I brought Jessica to the hospital around 6 a.m. She was placed in a wheelchair and was briefly examined by a sleepy doctor. He mumbled something, and then took her to the X-ray room. Some time later, she was wheeled out. “You better go now, or you will be late for work,” she said and winked at me. “I would rather stay with you.” “Sam, I am a big girl. We can meet later.” “What’s the problem?” I asked and looked down at her ankle. “It’s not clear yet, but I think I will live.” I kissed her temple, then turned around and made my way out of the hospital. *** When I came back from work, I hurried upstairs to see if Jessica was at home. She wasn’t. I was about to head for the hospital, when someone knocked on the door. Jessica was standing outside, smiling shyly. She was leaning on a pair of elbow crutches, and her left leg was in plaster. “Wow!” I ...
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