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This story is a story that has been compiled from my imagination, personal experience, and stories from friends. Where neccessary, I've substituted names and places, for a reason only God knows why. I would like to get your feedback (even the ones that drag me through mud), after you read this.

Gary's Heaven

Gary walked up to the house, somewhat nervous, but excitment overwhelmed him; perhaps that's why he was nervous. He didn't know. He'd been feeling fine a few minutes ago, it wasn't until he actually got within sight of the house that his palms began to dampen, and his deoderant began to emit that almost medical smell. But he was anxious. He had no idea what was to take place this evening, only that he owed his girlfriend of two months the favor of a lifetime. A few weeks ago, Gary had started pulling credit card scams over at the bank he worked at. He had contrived a way to make money quickly, yet unnoticably. Apparently Lady Luck had bored of the latter, for the managers became suddenly aware of the situation. For days employees were questioned and watched, all feeling nervous despite the halo that shown over their head, and in result, Heather Nolan was fired, believed to be the scammer. Gary felt really bad. He hadn't intended for anyone to get fired, nevermind the fact the bank would be further investigating the crime, putting Heather into an even more awkward position; and himself. On top of that, he had been trying to impress Heather for a few months before that. She was a gorgeous girl. In her mid-twenties, chestnut hair, cherub skin, and penetrating green eyes. He'd fantasized about her and his girlfriend seducing him into a lusty web, satisfying him eternally. But now she was gone, and all hope was lost. And if things couldn't get any worse, they did. Melissa, had put two and two together, and instantly confronted him. He had no other choice but to 'fess up to the whole thing. But she promised not to say anything on the grounds that he owes her a HUGE favour, and the moment she needs it, he'll be there for her. He agreed, not really wanting to refuse and have word spread out that he was the scam artist, tarnishing everything he had worked to achieve... and cheat. She called earlier in the morning, telling him it was pay-up time, and to be over at her house by eight o'clock. So there he was. The house seemed to have taken a different effect, it looked scary and intimidating. Just behind the cheap, paint-chipped door lied his fate for tonight, and it frightened him. He walked up the porch steps, hearing his weight bend the lumber, and rang the doorbell, getting that familiar electrical buzz tickle his body. Melissa answered a moment later, smiling. "Hi! Come on in." She gave way for him and he stepped in. So far everything was good, she appeared to be happy, anyways. "I was beginning to think you hopped the first train to Mexico," she teased, closing the door behind me. "Nope," Gary said, not really knowing what to say or do. She noticed his uncomfortableness. "You're nervous about the favour?" "I'd like to know what it is..." he started, but she cut him off. "We all want to know everything. Just go into the living room, get comfy, and we'll discuss it then." He stood there a moment before making his way down the hall, hearing her lock the door as he turned the corner into the living room. Gary now stood in shock. Not five feet away from him was Heather, reading a magazine on the loveseat. She looked up as he entered and smiled, it looked like a forced smile. "Gary, it's nice to see you. How are you?" she asked. She looked gorgeous, as did Melissa. She was the only thing in the room that demanded attention. He could smell her perfume from where he was standing. "Uh..." he stammered. "Good. Yourself?" "Need you ask?" Her eyes seemed to rend him apart. "I guess not," Gary replied, looking away from her steady stare. What the hell is she doing here? he thought. Why is she here? Dozens of questions ran through his head, and every answer he came to was `I dunno'. Melissa came in from the dining room, now smiling genuinely. She sat down adjacent from Heather and lit a cigarette, blowing it out in a narrow line, exploding into a cloud when it hit him. "Suprised?" Melissa asked. Gary shifted his weight. He wanted to leave. "Yeah, I guess," he said quietly. He needed to sit down. He headed for the empty chair in the corner of the room. Heather's voice held him. It had an iron tone in it. "I want you to stand for a while." Gary glanced at Heather quickly, feeling her eyes on him. Her alien eyes met his, holding his stare, rendering him vulnerable to an even more eventful night. He looked away and remained standing. "I didn't mean for it to happen, Heather," Gary muttered, keeping his gaze on the floor. "I'm sorry." "Oh, give me a break!" she shrieked. "If you were THAT sorry, you'd have confessed to the whole thing." What she said was true. He was sorry, but not sorry enough to mourn it. "I'm sorry," he repeated. "Anyways, I don't want to talk about that now," Heather said. She lit a cigarette and sat back. "Gary, you cost Heather her job," said Melissa dreamily. "When I figured it all out, and you told me her name, I looked her up in the phone book." She paused a moment, as if choosing her words carefully. "I had to explain everything to her. I felt more guilty than you I think. I just had to get all of it off of my chest, and somehow reach a compromise." Again she stalled, only this time Heather broke in. "I couldn't say I had suspected you, but I wasn't all that suprised either. So Melissa and I met up to draw solutions, and found we had a lot in common..." Gary looked up and met Heather's cold eyes once more, only this time there was something else hiding in them. "We agreed that neither of us would call the police on one circumstance," said Melissa, a little more excited than before. "On what circumstance?" he asked. Melissa blushed and looked over to Heather. "You have to be our dedicated slave," Heather blurted out, apparently not as shy as Melissa. Gary stopped for a moment, not sure if he had heard right. "How would that resolve anything?" he asked. "Obviously," started Heather, "they won't be able to do that much to me, since I didn't do it. My account's been busted for a while now, and I've bought no expensive items either. Meaning, insufficient evidence. "But," she stressed that word, "if I even do so much as to vaguely point a finger at you, you'll be busted and up the hershey highway." No one said anything for a moment, the way she delivered the speech sent the chills of reality down his spine. She was right. Gary didn't say anything. "I guess this means you agree?" asked Heather. "One night, that's all? and that's it?" Heather shrugged. "Until we bore of you, then that's it." He gave it a brief thought. "Fine," Gary said. "I guess." A small smile played Heather's lips. She looked over to Melissa. "Is it alright if I begin?" she asked. Melissa, though slightly uncomfortable at the thought of blackmail, smiled and nodded. "Good!" Heather said. "Gary, if you would get on your knees in front of me," she ordered, pointing to the vacant floor in front of her. Gary slowly walked to where she had pointed. He was embarassed. The thought of having to submit to someone did the trick, but more so, the knowing that Melissa would be watching every move bothered him more. But he had no choice. He fell down onto his knees and looked up to Heather, waiting. "Don't look at me," she said curtly, and Gary obediantly lowered his head. "Tell me what you see," she said. He hesitated only slightly before answering. "Carpet." Heather laughed impatiently. "ON the fucking floor." Gary realized now she was speaking of her shoes. Black Doc Martins. "Your shoes," he answered, now knowing what she was about to say. "Good." She placed her right foot in front of him. "Clean it." Gary thought of protesting, but knew she'd only bring up the fact that she could have him arrested. He didn't know why, of all things, she wanted him to be a slave, but knew she must have had her reasons, and to go along with it. It sure as hell beat jail. He slowly lowered his head within inches of her foot, already able to smell the dull leather. He looked over to Melissa, who was watching intently, before assuming the position of boot cleaner. He slowly let his tongue drag up and down the toe, feeling her toes wiggle inside as he did this. Eventually he made his way to the sides, then to the heel, and then back down the other side. He was aware his tongue was picking up dirt and other things, but the thought of jail steered him onward. The entire task took only a few minutes. He straightened his back and observed his work. He could see where his tongue had trailed, and where it had not. It definitely looked cleaner, in a sense. The taste of dirt and leather manifested in his mouth. He tried swallowing hard to rid the taste, but that only made him taste it more. It'll pass, he thought to himself. So he waited. Heather leaned back in the seat, causing her feet to angle, exposing the sole of her shoe. "Now the bottom," she said. Gary couldn't believe his ears. It was bad enough having to lick the top, now she wanted him to lick the area which stepped on God knows what! "Now!" she commanded, becoming impatient again. Slowly, Gary lowered his head again, and began to clean her soles. He tried blocking the thought of what she may have stepped on, whether deliberatly or accidently, on her way over, but the thought raped his mind. "In the ridges too, slave," he heard Heather remind. He had to tilt his head in order to complete that task accordingly. The tip of his tongue slid along the ridges of her soles, picking up a small pile of dirt and whatever else along its course. This took a little longer than the top. He was relieved when he had finally finished. The taste of dirt and debris now owned all his mouth. At least her soles were clean... "Not bad," she remarked, looking down at her shoe. "Not bad for a beginner." Now she placed the other foot in front of Gary. "Now do this one." Again, Gary implemented his tongue over her shoe from front to back, his mouth now numbed to the taste. And once more he slid his tongue over the ridges of her sole, prying small rocks out with his tongue, making it soar by the time he was finished. And again, she complimented his work. "Now untie my shoes..." she began, but Gary acted too soon. He started to move his hands towards the laces, and Heather kicked back. "With your teeth!" she hissed. Gary knelt back, knowing she'll only make things tougher on him. He could feel their eyes on him. This took a little longer than he had expected. She refused to move her foot to make the task any easier on him. Instead, Gary had to move his head in some awkward positions; noticing she tied her shoelaces a little differently than most, or at least for this visit. He untied both shoes. Now she'll want me to pull 'em off with my fuckin' ass, he thought, wishing the night would end. But Heather took her own shoes off, placed them to the side, and placed both her feet in front of him. She was wearing white socks, and white they were, it almost looked like she was wearing sheep. He could see the diaganol outline of her toes piercing the ends. He could feel an erection forming. He tried to conceal it. "Now pull my socks off with your teeth," she ordered, saying this a little quicker than the last time she asked a similiar question. This was even more difficult than the rest, for she didn't even raise her feet to aid him; merely left them flat on the ground, and appeared to be applying weight. A soft odor filled his nose. The smell of... well, shoes and socks. The smell barrelled right down to his lungs so that he could almost feel it. He felt his cock get harder. This worried him. Never had he fantasized about a woman's feet, not even Heather's. So why was becoming excited? The question intrigued him. He focused back to what he was trying to do. He had to use a lot of muscle to get the socks off because she was weighting her feet down flat to the floor, giving only so much space to make it possible. Barely. The taste of sweat now invaded his mouth. Another reek to join the party party. He never desired a Tic-Tac so much. Almost ten minutes later he finished this. Her feet were now exposed. He felt his cock ready to explode, not in euphoria, but because it couldn't grow any more. Her feet were beautiful. Size nine's, creamed complexion, perfect toes, and a delicate arch with soft soles, more appetizing than the Golden Arch. < INSERT NUN DOING A DRUM ROLL > Her toes were painted a dull red, fading a bit. Of all the times he's seen a pair of feet, never had they turned him on like this. He was ecstatic. Heather saw the bulge in his pants and chuckled. "You like feet, slave?" she asked sweetly. He didn't answer. He didn't know. She sighed. "Get on your back underneath my feet." She then placed her feet on the table as Gary did as she asked. She placed both feet on the side of his face, the toes covering his nose, and the heel up by his ears. She didn't do or say anything. Gary's first reaction was to hold his breath, which he did. But she waited, and he was running out of breath. Then he got to thinking, I might like it. So, as unnoticabely as he could, Gary slowly drew breath in, now inhaling every scent of her feet. His cock was on the verge of tearing his pants. He could feel the wetness that began to trickle slowly. After he had breathed in a while, Heather raised them slightly, satisfied. She looked down at him and smiled, mocking him. "Now for a taste test," she said. She lowered her feet again. "Lick them." She began to rub her feet over his face. Gary stuck his tongue out and within seconds her feet were running over it. His excitement was turning into something not even classified, beyond ecstacy. He became more wild with his tongue, searching for her feet when they weren't there, then he actually grabbed her foot, held it in place, and began licking her soles wildly. He couldn't control it any longer. He =wanted= her feet more than air.

Heather jerked a moment, but relaxed almost instantly. She began to laugh uncontrollably as his tongue raged her foot, tickling her. She tried to jerk away in reaction, but his grip was too strong. Her laughter became louder as she struggled to get free, but he refused to give. He continued to do this before she finally kicked away. He tried to reach for her other foot, but she moved it back too quickly. He looked up at her and saw she had tears in her eyes from laughing so hard. She was genuinely blissful. This excited him more. After Heather's laughter died down, she said, "I'm going to leave the room a while. Now your girlfriend gets her way with you." She gave Melissa a large grin. "But when I come back there'll be more." Then she left. With no shoes or socks, only barefoot. Where she went, he didn't know, but he had a feeling she had something exciting planned. Gary now looked over to Melissa, who was making her way to the loveseat where Heather had been sitting. He was still on his back, within a second's shot of pure, hot bliss bursting in his pants. Melissa was already barefoot. Her feet were just as beautiful as Heather's. Probably the same size, the same wonderfully shaped toes, and delicate arc. Her feet were only a little darker than Heather's, and she wasn't wearing any polish. Melissa was obviously uncomfortable. "I didn't know how to tell you," she said quietly, referring to her fetish. Gary smiled. "Shit, I don't mind. This is better than whatever we did before!" Melissa smiled, easing a little. "I'm not as wild as Heather, but I'll do my best," said Melissa. Gary nodded. "So let's do it!" he urged, not wanting to lose his orgasm. Melissa placed her feet over his face like Heather, a little coy about the newness of it all. Gary grabbed her right foot before it even touched his face and began worshipping it crazily. He raced his tongue down her sole, up her sole, right to the small pad near the toes; he licked her toes, then tilted her foot to lick the top of her foot, before sliding down the heel. All this he did continually, over and over again, not able to get enough of it, tasting the sweetness of her skin, and smelling that scent of a woman that made him high. He moved on to her next foot and carried on in much the same fashion. Then ecstacy pulled him. He felt himself orgasm. The feeling that pulsated throughout his body was like none other before. It shook him, tickled him, kneaded him, warmed him. He felt a hundred emotions all balled into one package, and the feeling possessed him. He continued to worship Melissa's feet as he orgasmed, wishing the pleasure eternal. Then the climax hit. Gary was shocked. He thought this WAS the climax. His body now pulsated with raging bliss, pulsing through every vein. He had to stop what he was doing, it was too great. He heard Melissa laugh in envy and wonderment. He could still smell the softness of her skin. His orgasm lasted much longer than his usual, and when it finished, he layed still on the floor, not wanting to move. Melissa's foot made its way down to his cock and began to rub it, trying to revive the orgasm. Gary felt himself harden again as she massaged his cock. She continued to do this until Gary gave that final sigh. Gary got up slowly. "Holy shit!" He was in amazemet. "I think we'll be doing this more often." Melissa smiled. "I think so too." Gary could feel the damage in his pants. "Um, I think I'll clean up quickly," he said. She smiled again and nodded, then lit a cigarette. He found some spare clothes in the master bedroom, went to the bathroom, washed quickly, re-dressed, and was back in the living room before long, anxious for more. Heather was back in the loveseat, her feet resting in a tub. Gary wondered what was in the basin and walked over curiously. Heather smiled. "It's a suprise, get back on your back." Gary immediatly lay down in front of her. The way she was positioned, he couldn't see what was in the basin, only that it was dark. "Okay, close your eyes," she said. Gary closed his eyes, then felt her feet on his face again. And something else. Something slightly warm and gooey. "Taste it," she ordered. Heather slid her foot down to his mouth, parted his lips with a toe, and inserted her big toe in his mouth. She wiggled her toe inside, and Gary instantly attacked it with his tongue, careful not to bite down. Chocolate. Pudding. Gary opened his eyes to see Heather and Melissa smiling. "Your favorite," Heather said. Gary nodded. "Good. I hope you like it, there's a lot here." For the next hour and a bit Heather and Melissa took turns submerging their feet into the pudding then shoving them in Gary's to be cleaned. He licked their feet clean. The pudding was only an added bonus. Sometimes they would put their toes into his mouth. This excited Gary especially. He would grab hold of their foot and suck their toes for a minute or two, savouring both tastes, taking his time. Melissa had him get back into kneeling position, then would dip only her toes in the pudding, rest them on the table, and have him only suck her toes. Heather soon followed suit, enjoying the tickling feeling she got. And sometimes they would dip their entire foot into the pudding, and Gary would clean them off with a spatter of kisses and licks, in between their toes, on the top, on the bottom. When all the pudding was gone, they had Gary lick the small basin clean, which probably took another ten minutes. Every now and then they would shove his head in farther with their foot, holding his face there, then rustling his hair with their toes, obviously amusing themselves. And him. When that was done, Melissa spoke up. "My feet are now wet." "So are mine," Heather complained. Gary had no clue what to expect now, so he sat patiently. "On your back again, slave," Heather taunted. "We're about to show you a new aspect." Gary was on his back before she even finished the sentace. Heather then got off of the seat and stood on his chest. Gary screamed out, not that she was a heavy girl, but the sudden weight crushed him. "Pain is pleasure," Melissa called out over his gasps. Melissa then got up, placed a foot on his forehead, and tilted it to the side before putting more weight on it. Gary yelled out and tried to squirm, but the weight on his body by both of them was too much. For about twenty minutes, Melissa and Heather walked over him, jumped on him, and merely stood in one area for minutes at a time. Although the pain was immense at times, Gary did see the pleasure in this, and felt his cock hardening again. Heather saw this instantly, and placed a foot square on his cock and pressed down hard. Gary screamed. Heather then rubbed her foot hard up and down, up and down, curling her little toes on his balls, before rushing her heel up the cock. He felt Melissa stop walking over his chest, and walk down over to his crotch area. She sat down in the love seat, kicked his legs apart, then placed his cock in between her toes. This was a little awkward for her, but it worked a little. She began to move her foot up and down, kinda masterbating him. The joy took over again. A few minutes later they were back in their seats; Heather smoking in the chair, and Melissa smoking in the loveseat, resting her feet on Gary's face. "Not to be rude," Heather said. "But I should go soon." Gary glanced over. "Oh, don't worry," Heather laughed. "You didn't bore me. It's just I got some errands tonight." Melissa raised her feet and placed them on the table. "So the deal is over?" Gary asked, kind of hoping it wasn't. "It's over. You're a free man," Heather said, smiling. "But if you want, and if Heather wants," Melissa broke in. "We can do this from time to time. I know we got you addicted." She smiled. "I'd love to," Heather mused. "So would I," Gary said, wanting that day to be tomorrow. "And don't worry, Gary," Melissa chimed. "I'll keep you happy." She smiled teasingly, and brought down her left foot to touch my nose with her big toe. "But what about the issue?" Gary asked. "You won't hold a grudge even if the bank pursues this... or it ruins your rep?" Melissa and Heather laughed. "I should mention," Heather said. "The charges, or to-be charges were all dropped, and I've gotten my job back. It seems Erica in Accouting made some errors the same day they noticed the money was missing, and they've blamed that screw up." Gary laughed in disbelief. "You mean there's nothing about it anymore?" "Notta," answered Heather. "They couldn't come up with the exact sum, so they blamed it on the error, even though the error was probably only a couple hundred." Gary was truly happy.

THE END

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