If the Shoe Fits: A Voyeur Story
Summary:
Shoe obsession leads to submissive sexual exploration.
Note 1:
This is dedicated to
Kevin
, who requested this fantasy.
Note 2:
This is part 2. In part 1,
If the Shoe Fits: A Shoe Fetish Story
, A college freshman named Kevin, home for the summer, is looking after his next door neighbours' cat while they're away. Roxy and Mike are a very hot and fit couple in their thirties who also run the gym he goes to. They return home slightly earlier than Kevin expected, and find him fucking one of Roxy's high heels. Which leads Kevin to becoming their extremely willing submissive sex servant, where he orally services Roxy's feet, shoes and pussy, joins her in sucking Mike's cock, and soon gives up his anal virginity to Mike. A real shocker is when the couple mentions in passing how Kevin's parents are also their submissives, one detail of which is how much Kevin's Dad loves giving up his ass to Mike. Kevin returns home that night with lots to think about.
Note 3:
Thanks to Tex Beethoven for editing this story.
If the Shoe Fits: A Voyeur Story
The next morning, a Sunday, was surreal.
First, the memories from last night came flooding back and made my dick harden in a heartbeat; Mike had ass fucked me... hard... and I'd loved it.
Second, I'd discovered my Mom eats pussy, Roxy's pussy to be exact, like I already had, and also gets fucked by Mike, just like I was last night.
Third, if that wasn't enough to blow my mind, my father sucks cock and takes it in the ass too.
Surreal!
Wild!
Unbelievable!
Yet it must be true. Why would Mike or Roxy lie?
I was dying to discover how that could possibly have come about, but alas, neither of our next door neighbours would tell me any further details, only saying it was a story my parents could tell me if they wanted to. Which placed me in an awkward position. It wasn't like I could just blurt out, "Hey Mom, Hey Dad, can you tell me how you became sluts for our hot neighbours like I have?"
So as I sat at the kitchen table, my Dad reading the newspaper (yes, we still had the paper delivered to our house every day as if it were still the 1980s) while drinking his coffee, and my Mom making me breakfast (yes, we had a resemblance to a 1950's family too)... I couldn't fathom a scenario where what I'd learned last night could possibly be true.
How did it start?
Were my parents swingers with anyone else?
How long had it been going on?
So many questions, so few answers.
I asked, trying to be a detective, "Do you guys spend much time with the Jacksons?"
"Pardon? Why?" Mom asked, as Dad looked up from his newspaper.
"I don't know," I said, digging for info while also keeping my own secret, "it's just since I've been cat sitting for them, I think they're really nice."
"We do hang out sometimes," Dad said, in a way that didn't at all hint at what 'hang out' really meant.
"Cool," I said. "They seem like really fun people."
"Yeah, we have a blast when we're with them," Mom said, glancing at her husband in a way that I instantly knew this was innuendo I wasn't expected to catch on to, but made my Dad smile ever so slyly.
"What do you four do together?" I asked, as I took a bite of toast to hide any embarrassment or amusement I might show on my face.
"Just hang out," Mom said.
"Cool," I said. "Maybe I can hang out too the next time."
"We'll see," Dad said, as I tried to imagine him with a dick in his mouth or up his ass... which still seemed impossible... but fucking hot!
It was hours later, early afternoon, I was watching television, binge watching the old Magnum PI after watching the new Magnum PI, when I got a text from Roxy:
Get over here now!
I didn't need to be told twice. I turned off the television and headed out.
Mom asked, "Where are you going, honey?"
"Just for a walk," I said, unsure what else to say.
"Okay," Mom said, as I headed next door in hopes of having sex with Roxy.
I walked over, glancing behind me to make sure my Mom or Dad weren't looking out the window at me for some reason... which of course they weren't.
I knocked on the door and Mike called out, "Come in."
I walked in, got out of my shoes and went over to him. He was lounging on the couch, naked, watching television, his big cock semi-erect.
"Get naked, sexy," a feminine voice said from the television.
I looked behind me at the sixty-inch television and gasped as I saw Roxy, wearing sexy red lingerie, sitting on a brunette's face. Whatever she was looking at must have been some sort of two-way setup, since as soon as I turned to face the television, she smiled and waved at me.
"H-h-hi, Roxy," I stuttered, waving back.
"I'm at a friend's for the night, and figured you could keep my man entertained for me," she said, as she combed her fingers through the brunette's hair.
"S-s-sure," I agreed, instantly in awe of the beautiful Roxy in such sheer red stockings, picturing her sitting on my face.
"Well like I said, get naked silly," she said.
"Yeah, sorry," I apologized, a little stunned, as I pulled my t-shirt over my head while watching Roxy climb off of the brunette's face.
"No worries, honey," she said, as she stood up and assisted the brunette to her feet.
As I pulled my pants down, I watched as the very pretty, and much younger than Roxy, she looked my age or younger, girl sat down beside her.
"Kevy, this is Amy; Amy this is Kevy," Roxy introduced as I admired the younger girl's small but perky tits, amazing eyes, sexy smile and the slight gleam on her face.
"H-h-hi," I stammered, now in awe of two beautiful women... Amy fully naked except for white pantyhose.
"I think he likes you," Roxy said, as I stood before them in my boxers, which didn't conceal my admiration for them at all... thankfully I'd gotten rid of my tighty whities a little while ago... they really don't flatter anyone.
"He's cute," Amy said, making my cheeks flush red in a heartbeat.
"And he has a nice cock too," Roxy said.
"Mmmmmm," Amy purred, looking at me the way I was looking at her... with intrigue, curiosity, and I think lust.
"Show her, Kevy; show us
both
that big cock of yours," Roxy said, as her hand went onto Amy's leg.
"O-o-okay," I stammered, this encounter more awkward and exotic than everything else I'd done lately... and the recent list was pretty crazy.
"Don't worry," Roxy encouraged, as I moved my hands to my boxers, "it's a very impressive cock."
Amy actually leaned forward a bit as I nervously pulled my boxers down. "Oh my," the cute brunette said, as she admired my very hard eight-inch cock.