Legless Ch 02

2.

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It was almost 10:30 by the time we left the Highwayman. It was Springtime, it was dark, but the evening was still warm. As soon as we pulled away from the kerb I opened the car windows to enjoy the fresh air. (I was concerned that I had maybe drunk a little too much to be legal and needed to clear my head).

As we headed down the high street Veronica put a hand on my thigh to get my attention (as if that was needed!) and said, "Oh look, we're going to be driving by Zizi's."

Zizi's was another restaurant which had a license for music and dancing, a kind of pseudo nightclub. It also had a reputation as a place to go if you were looking for a one night stand ... not that I had ever done so.

I gave her a smile, "Yes, I know, I live just down the street from Zizi's."

Veronica stared at me for a moment and then she said, "Really? How come I've never seen you there?"

"Do you go there frequently?"

Veronica laughed, "Yes, at least two or three nights a week."

I shrugged, "Well I've never been there."

"You live 'just down the street' and you've never been there?"

I nodded, "That's right."

"Dougie, you don't know what you're missing, I have to take you there. Zizi's is a great place. Crawling with talent, on a good night, absolutely crawling. Jeannie and I love the place."

"Who's Jeannie?"

"My best friend. I can't wait to introduce you to her, you'll like her."

We drove past the neon sign that announced, "Zizi's, Dining and Dancing" and the cars parked outside. Veronica said wistfully, "Seems like there's a good crowd tonight. Oh, look, there's Ron's Porsche."

I looked at her, "Ron, who's Ron?"

"Just another gentleman I know."

I shook my head amused at this constant chatter and her references to the kind of life she led. As we approached my turn, we slowed and came to halt while I waited for the gates to my apartment building to open. It was Veronica's turn to shake her head, "Dougie, Churchill Gardens, you don't live here do you?"

I grinned at her. "Yes I do."

"Churchill Gardens, how can a poor teacher afford to live here? Is there something you haven't been telling me; Dougie, are you rich?"

I laughed. "I don't know, that depends on how you define rich."

I took a deep breath, I am 'old school' as far as money is concerned and personal wealth was not a topic to be discussed with anyone other than your bank manager (if such a person could be found these days!) but I decided that for the sake of keeping Veronica interested in me that perhaps in her case I would make an exception.

We pulled into my marked parking place and I said, "Do you remember I told you at dinner that my Mother died of cancer when I was little?"

"Yes."

"Well, he later remarried and we came to live in this place and were bought up by my step-mother. He was an executive with an international bank and this was the family home. They were both killed in a car accident and he left everything to me and my sisters. My sisters had left home by this time, I was married but recently divorced with nowhere to live so I was given the house which after everything to do with the will had been sorted out still left me with a large sum of money"

"How large?"

"I'm not going to tell you that. Let's just say I don't really need to work, I have enough in the bank to live comfortably for the rest of my life."

"Why do you work then?'

"Because I like working; I like meeting people and anyway, I figure that if we get together I want it to be because you like me and not because I have money."

Veronica got very quiet. She was obviously thinking about this. Finally she said. "Dougie, I can't remember the last time when I have been as excited about being with someone as I am now. She sighed, "It's not about money, it's not because of the sex ... although I do have that in mind with you tonight. Dougie, I've also got a confession ... you might not believe it but I live a lonely life?"

I nodded, "Yes, so do I."

"I meet a lot of men, but none of them bother about getting to know me. You have and when we met I just felt that I had found a kindred spirit. This morning and tonight at dinner you didn't just flirt with me so you could get me into bed, you took the time to ask me about me, my life. You actually seemed to care about what I said."

Veronica sighed. "Dougie I know I like you, but we just met this morning. I don't know how all of this is going to turn out. Part of me is very excited and another part of me is afraid. I've been hurt too many times. I don't let my guard down easily. Right now I just want to spend some time with you. I want to enjoy being with you and I hope you'll enjoy me."

She smiled, "Dougie, don't get me wrong, I love the things you can do with money but it's never been a big deal for me. Companionship is what I value. Dougie, I'm not interested in stealing your money, I want your heart..." She gave a little giggle, ".... with a side order of pleasure, my 'legless' man".

I blushed. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything."

Veronica laughed. "Dougie, you don't need to apologize, it was me who asked, I'm not offended if you don't want to tell me. It's right that you should protect yourself." She winked at me, "It's not as if size matters!"

We went through the front door and Veronica looked around, shook her head and said, "Your father was a very rich man."

I nodded. "Yes he was, but we very frugally. Growing up, I had no idea that we were rich. Being in banking, he was very discrete and astute and the investments he made have been very lucrative."

"Did your ex-wife get any of your inheritance?"

I shook my head. "No, she divorced me a couple of years before my father died and I rarely talked about him while we were married, so she didn't know he had money."

"Does she know how rich you are now?"

I laughed. "No she doesn't. I haven't spoken to her in several years and I really don't see any point in telling her now!"

Veronica laughed. "Dougie you're a better person than I am. If I'd been in your place I would have made sure that she knew exactly what she'd missed."

I smiled. "Enough about money, let me show you around."

As she slipped off her coat she said, "One last question."

"OK."

"If you have so much money, how come you drive that funny little car?"

I grinned at her. "I like 'little', what would a big fancy car do for me?

"It might get you noticed and laid once in a while."

"Would it really help? I mean, I'd still have a tiny cock and I'd still cum the moment a woman touched it."

Veronica laughed and gave my hand an affectionate squeeze, "Come on 'legless', show me around, I want to see this tiny cock that you keep on about. I feel like I know it already!"

Churchill Gardens is a gated community of a few apartment buildings set in formal gardens which have views of the picturesque Grand Union Canal. The view from the large windows in my living room is forever fascinating at anytime of the day or night with a continuing changing vista of canal boats negotiating the locks and the abundance of wildlife that inhabits the canal banks.

The moment we entered the living room Veronica walked straight to the picture windows and said, "Dougie, this is fabulous."

I proudly walked over, placed my arm around her waist and did my best comic impression of being some kind of property magnate (whatever that was supposed to be!) "Yes my dear, it really is quite spectacular."

Veronica grinned at me and then she kissed my cheek. "Dougie, you've been fooling me with this facade of a meek English teacher. You're actually a notorious stud aren't you?"

I kept the jokey charade going, "Dammit, Veronica, you've caught me out, you've discovered the real me. The meek teacher is a persona I adopt so that I can lure innocent young women to my hideaway and abuse them for my personal gratification."

Veronica burst out laughing. "Dougie you are absolutely priceless." She grabbed my hand. "Come on stud, let's go out on the balcony. I want to take a moment and admire this view before you start abusing me."

She led me through the door out onto the balcony and a warm breeze gently blew through our hair as we walked over to the wall and looked down. For a moment we stood next to each other in silence and stared at the canal below us. In the background we could hear the soft rhythms of a romantic ballad emanated from the direction of Zizi's.

The combination of the warm breeze, the soft music and the twinkling lights of the passing houseboats on the canal below us combined to create a magical moment. Veronica turned and quietly whispered, "Kiss me Dougie."

I gave her a light peck on the lips.

Veronica laughed. "No Dougie, real men do it like this."

She took me in her arms and kissed me. At first, it was a just a gentle kiss, but our passion grew quickly. Both of us were starved for affection. I had been alone for several years and while Veronica may have had many men, those bonds were always born out of a mutual desire for physical pleasure rather than emotional satisfaction.

As our passion grew so did our lust. Veronica suddenly broke off our kiss and said, "Take me to your bedroom Dougie. I want you."

This was not a command that was difficult to obey. I took Veronica's hand and led her back into the apartment and down the hall to my bedroom.

I was a fastidious housekeeper so I wasn't worried about entertaining at the spur of the moment. When we entered my bedroom it was immaculate.

Veronica looked around and laughed. "Dougie, your apartment is neater than my lady's house."

I started to respond, but she put her finger on my lips and stopped me. "Don't talk, just undress me."

I nodded and quickly removed Veronica's dress and, remembering my manners, found a hanger and hung it in a wardrobe. When I returned she was unclasping her brassiere. As she tossed it on my dresser I couldn't help looking at her large breasts. They were beautiful.

Veronica saw me staring and laughed. "Do you like my big titties Dougie? If you take your clothes off I'll let you play with them as much as you want."

I grinned. Sex had become traumatic for me, but with Veronica it was different. She had a way of making me feel at ease.

I took my shirt off. As I walked to the closet to hang it up Veronica stopped me. "Dougie, toss it on the floor. You're done wearing it. It won't hurt if it gets wrinkled."

I obediently tossed my shirt to the floor. When I turned and faced Veronica I was blushing.

Veronica shook her head. "Dougie I'm not used to being seduced by a man who's blushing."

I shrugged. "I'm sorry I just..."

"Dougie you don't have to apologize. I'm finding you to be incredibly charming." She smiled. "But I'm afraid I might be an old lady by the time you get your pants off."

"Sorry."

I kicked off my shoes, removed my socks and unbuckled my belt. I was just about to drop my trousers and my underpants when I stopped and looked at Veronica. "This is kind of scary. Promise me you won't laugh."

She smiled. "I promise."

I dropped my pants and my boxers to my ankles. After I stepped out of them I looked up at Veronica. My little penis was standing at attention.

She stared at it for a moment and then she said, "You weren't kidding were you Dougie? That is the smallest dick I have ever seen in my entire life."

I slowly nodded, but I was crestfallen. I don't really know what I was expecting, but Veronica's frankness surprised me.

Veronica sensed that she'd hurt my feelings. She walked over to me and gently put her arms around my shoulders. "Baby, it is small and I think we have to be very honest with each other." She softly brushed her lips against my ear. "It doesn't mean that I don't like it. Dougie you have a little penis, but it's your penis. I already adore you and because I adore you I adore your little penis."

Her left hand dropped to my crotch. She picked up my tiny erection and tenderly held it in her fingertips. "Dougie I love your little cock. I think it's going to become my favourite toy."

My entire body tingled as Veronica started to squeeze the shaft. I put my arms around her and kissed her hard. She kissed me back and as she kissed me she started pumping my cock with her fingers.

Suddenly I felt that familiar sensation of pleasure building in my loins. I reached down and tried to pull Veronica's hand away. I didn't want to humiliate myself by cumming immediately.

She broke off our kiss and stopped me from pulling her hand away so she could continue stroking my cock. "No Dougie, it's okay; I want you to cum. If we're going to have an honest relationship it's important that we both understand each other and that we both know that we understand each other.

Suddenly my muscles tightened. There was a moment of intense pleasure and then I started to ejaculate. Veronica kept pumping my little cock. As she stroked me, my semen dribbled all over her hand.

Once I was done cumming she stared into my eyes while she brazenly licked my fresh semen off of her fingers.

Veronica sat down on the bed and spread her legs. She was still wearing her panties. They were made of a nearly transparent silk. The crotch was reinforced with another layer but I could still easily see the outline of the cleft of her pussy through the shiny material. Veronica pulled on her nipples for a moment and then she slipped her fingers down to that silky triangle of cloth and started rubbing herself.

"It's time for you to get down on your knees Dougie. You've had your fun, now it's time for me to have mine. I want to see you crawl for me."

I stood perfectly still. I wasn't exactly sure how I should respond. I was a little taken aback by Veronica's demand.

She stared at me. After a moment she pointed at the floor. "Dougie in the restaurant you told me that you wanted to submit to my will. Was that just idle talk?"

I slowly shook my head. "No Veronica it wasn't."

"Well then, what are you waiting for? Get down on your knees."

A little thrill rippled through me. This was one of my most secret fantasies coming true. I took a deep breath and obediently fell to my knees.

Veronica extended her leg and wiggled her toes at me. "Dougie crawl over here and kiss my feet."

Again I hesitated.

"Don't be shy Dougie. I know you want to do it. Today while we were having coffee you couldn't take your eyes off of my toes."

I was immediately embarrassed. Veronica was of course correct, I had been peeking at her feet the entire time we were having coffee; but I thought I was being discreet."

"Oh isn't that cute, you're blushing."

She held her foot out and wiggled her finger at me. "Come here Dougie, show me that you understand exactly how a good little boy like you should treat a woman. Crawl over to me and kiss my feet."

My entire body was tingling with excitement, but I couldn't move. Fantasizing about submitting to the will of a beautiful woman is exciting, being faced with the prospect of actually doing it is frightening.

"Dougie, I'm waiting."

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, pushed my hand forward and started crawling over to Veronica.

"That's a good boy, now show me that you know how to give a woman the respect she deserves."

She already had me from the moment I started crawling; submitting completely to her now became easy. I picked up her foot. Veronica sighed as I reverently began kissing each of her toes. When my lips touched Veronica's feet my inhibitions melted. In fact, I lost all self restraint and threw myself into worshiping her with unbridled passion.

Veronica started giggling. "Oh my, we have discovered a little fetish haven't we?" She lay back on the bed and extended her other foot. "Clean them, my little legless boy; clean both of my feet with your wonderful little tongue."

I cradled both of Veronica's feet in my hands and methodically licked them clean. It was a labour of love and while I was doing it my beautiful goddess reclined on my bed and enjoyed the sweet sensations created by my efforts.

Veronica finally pulled her feet away and sat up. "Enough, that was wonderful; but it's time for us to explore some other delights."

She stood up, quickly pulled her panties down, kicked them off to add to the pile of my clothes on the floor, sat back down on the bed and spread her legs. I was still kneeling at Veronica's feet, but now I was staring at her smoothly shaved sex. She reached down and pulled the lips of her cunt apart. "Look at my pussy Dougie, it's beautiful isn't it?"

I nodded. I was so excited that I just barely managed to croak out the words, "Yes Veronica it is."

"Would you like to kiss it?"

I was mesmerized. I couldn't take my eyes away from Veronica's pussy. I whispered a barely audible, "Yes."

"Beg."

I looked up at her. She was smiling at me.

"Beg, beg for permission to kiss my beautiful cunt."

I stared helplessly at Veronica. I was stunned by this demand.

"Dougie tonight at dinner I told you that I intended to subject you to many offenses. This is just the first."

I still didn't move or speak. Bringing carefully guarded fantasies out into the open is a difficult task.

Veronica studied me for a moment and then she sighed. "Dougie, you're weak and I'm strong; I'm dominant, you're a submissive. You want this and so do I." She stared at me. "Tell me you don't want me to make you do this and then I'll get dressed and go home. Tell me that at this moment you're not as excited as you have ever been in your entire life. Just say that and I'll pull you up next to me and we'll spend the rest of the night having quiet vanilla sex. I'll let you fuck me as many times as you can get hard. Is that what you want baby?"

I stared at Veronica's feet. I knew she was right. The prospect of fucking a beautiful woman like her was appealing, but it paled next to the possibility of spending the evening as her servant. This woman understood me very very well. I longed to be her submissive masochistic slave."

"I'm right aren't I? Come on Dougie, if I'm wrong prove it; stand up and take me like a man."

Now it was my turn to take a deep breath. I looked up at Veronica and quietly said, "Veronica may I please be allowed to lick your cunt?"

A wry smile formed at the corner's of her mouth. "What did you say? Speak up, I didn't hear you."

I repeated my statement in a louder voice. "Veronica may I please be allowed to lick your cunt."

"At this moment, I think that it might be more appropriate for you to call me Ms. Waterman. Real men call me Veronica or Roni and you are showing me that you are certainly not a man, try again."

"Ms Waterman, may I please be allowed to lick your cunt?"

"I don't know legless, are you worthy of licking my cunt?"

I gasped when I heard Veronica call me 'legless'. She was of course playing out the fantasy perfectly. I was a masochist and the humiliating name sent a thrill of excitement rippling through me.

She heard me gasp. "What's the matter pussyboy, don't you like being called legless? A beautiful woman just invited you to spend the entire night fucking her and you're kneeling on the floor begging to lick her cunt. You must be a wimp."

I stared at her. I wasn't sure how I should respond.

"Say it pussyboy, tell me what you are."

Now I understood what she wanted. I swallowed hard and quietly said, "I'm a wimp."

"Louder!"

"I'm a wimp!" I nearly yelled it.

"Whose wimp are you pussyboy?"

"I'm your wimp Ms. Waterman."

Veronica patted the top of my head. "Yes you are Dougie. Yes you are."

Both of us were quiet for a moment and then Veronica said, "Pussyboy before I allow you the privilege of licking my cunt, I think you need to demonstrate your devotion to me."

There were butterflies in my stomach. I was beginning to understand that Veronica had a very creative imagination. Part of me was excited by this knowledge, but another part of me was terrified by it.