1. Cordelia's Feet 8 - The Queen Bee's Pet


    Date: 11/8/2014, Categories: Fetish, Author: ChrissieLecker, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    dark red and the corners of my mouth continued upwards in two cat-like, grinning lines. I looked at myself at the reflection in the mirror across the hall. I looked more than a cat as the woman at Natalie’s had, but at the same time, I looked much more obscene than she had. I knew that I shouldn’t be feeling the heat between my legs so intensely. When Cordelia had handed me the latex coat, my heart had started a drum roll. This left no doubt. Whatever her plans were, they involved another public outing. I could only pray that she hadn’t invited more people who knew me. I had put on the cloak and followed her to her car, glad that it was already getting dark and hoping with all my heart that I would encounter none of my neighbors. I had been lucky. * * * * But now, feeling lucky was farthest from my mind, as I crawled over the pavement towards Natalie’s gallery, terrified that some cops may catch us like this and lock me up. My coat was safely stowed away in Cordelia’s car, so my breasts dangled obscenely and my pussy and ass were visible for anyone who cared to look as I awkwardly followed my beloved’s insistent pull on the leash. Natalie met us at the entrance, dressed in an elegant, burgundy evening gown and wearing flat, open-toed sandals, and hugged Cordelia, greeting her with tiny kisses to each cheek. “I am so happy that you could make it,” she sing-songed while her hand rested too far down and back on my beloved’s back to be considered decent, “and that you have ...
    brought along your pet. She looks adorable.” “She does,” Cordelia said and reached down, putting a finger under my chin and lifting it so I was looking straight at Natalie. “Why don’t greet our host properly?” “Good ev…” A strong yank on the leash made me gasp and stop. “Silly thing,” Cordelia admonished me, “cat’s don’t speak, obviously!” She glared hard at me, then her eyes roamed lower, and with a fluttering feeling in my stomach, I realized what she wanted. Natalie had propped one foot up on its heel and was wiggling her burgundy-painted toes teasingly. My eyes got as big as saucers, and my cheeks twitched in panic. She wasn’t expecting me to do that here, outside, where anyone could see? But she nodded sharply and my stomach plummeted. People dressed in fine clothes were already lining up behind us. My heart hammered like mad and my breath raced, but the longer I waited, the more witnesses there would be. My whole face was covered in tropic heat, but I leaned forward and ran my tongue wetly all over the eastern beauty’s toes, tasting the familiar mix of gritty, sweaty sweetness and feeling my pussy juices greet the shaming act with a burst of wet joy. Natalie didn’t move her foot away, and after a few seconds, broken by an impatient clearing of Cordelia’s throat, I wrapped my lips around them, one by one, and caressed them just as I loved to do with Cordelia’s. A male voice in the crowd behind us exclaimed, “Oh my god! Look at her!” and a female voice gasped in astonishment, ...
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