Carmen's Crave
There are three important goals that a man with a and leg desire-some call it a
fetish--should strive to attain: First, endeavor to reside in a warm area, since warmth
virtually guarantees a year-round view of legs left exposed by shorts and mini skirts
(thus you can see what's out there) and warm weather women are 'hotter,' overall, than
cold-city females; second, operate or own a fitness center/club, because the women who
patronize such establishments are almost universally there to create a body which men will
worship, the women being more inspired towards perfection in areas warm enough to show off
their accomplishments, naturally. Female fitness center clientele are very open to being
approached for leg and worship, in particular, I've
known since high school, the women refining themselves, in many cases, for just such
occasions. These women truly desire to be the object of a man's adoration but do not wish
to be exposed to infections or pregnancy or anything else that may deform, mishap or
pollute their perfect bodies (which they are in love with themselves), so accept leg/
worship to be the safest, most desirable (and fitting) sex available to them and respond
positively, in most cases, to the suggestion by a man that he would like to lick, taste,
worship her legs and and nothing more; the third
goal would be for the leg/ man to marry an understanding
woman, one who accepts and encourages his lower-body-female
involvement lifestyle, so he can get on with the rest of life...
I live in a warm Southwestern state, operate a fitness center, where I met my
understanding wife... I first met Carmen, 22, a Mexican American/Irish woman with long,
deep black slightly curly hair, full sensuous lips, shape, glow-in-the-dark, green eyes, a
5'2" , 95 pound figure that would stun a man with its perfect dimensions, when she
came into my fitness club to purchase a 6 months membership. "I need to keep in
shape," her simple words to me. "How much for six months?" She had on a
pair of stretch shorts, legs
visible almost to crotch. She must have recognized my particular need right off, as she
immediately
began licking her fingers and rubbing the moisture from them onto her legs. "Always
free the first month," I lied, my eyes intent on her licking, rubbing. "No
sign-up required," another outright lie. Kicking her shoes off, "Let's see what
you've got, " she speaking in a serious tone, fully realizing my eyes focused on her
legs,
the whole time.
On the stair stepper she was magnificent in her black stretch shorts, white sweat shirt,
bare ,
each pace tightening and strengthening the muscles in her legs...and producing great
quantities of sweat that trickled down her brown thighs, calves, her sweat shirt soaking
up the moisture from her upper body, her face not even damp from the exaction. From the
stepper, she asked for a towel: "Hot, I'm sweating bullets; need a
towel for my legs," she directed me. Boldness and knowledge (warm area, fitness
center) showing, I said to her, "Can my tongue be the towel that comforts and soothes
your legs?" It was very early and we were alone, so no real risk in asking was
involved, admittedly... "I KNEW you were a leg man," she laughed. "I can
recognize them right away." No surprise to me, considering climate, establishment.
Coming to a slow halt on the machine, she asked "Tongue, ,
legs, nothing more?" (She rightly assumed 'feet' and 'nothing more' were included in
the proposed adventure, as well.). "Nothing more." "Where?" "I
have a back room," my hard cock visibly shoving my stretch pants to one side.
Carmen sat on a high-backed wooden chair, her legs spread wide, the sweat starting to drip
off them onto the floor. On my knees in an instant, I began high on her right leg, licking
each sweet drop of sweat off her upper leg, running my tongue down to her ankles,
repeating the process over and over, in a hurry, fearing that I'd lose a drop of her juice
to gravity and the floor. Quickly onto the left leg, again from the top down. Me raising
her legs high in the air, one at a time, so I could lick the moisture, taste the tan
feminine beauty that waited along the back of each of her legs. Thirty minutes of frantic
licking, tasting, swallowing the
sweetness of her legs...before I slowed down considerably, grasped that I'd gotten most of
her inside me...
"Not tired of tasting me, are you?" Carmen inquired, concerned that I was
stopping my worship of her legs completely. "I like the feel of your tongue on my
legs, the way it laps up all my sweat. I almost had an orgasm when you ran your tongue
over the back of my right leg, behind my knee. The way you held my brown leg with your
white hands--like it was an object of your worship--ran your tongue over the erotic zone
behind my knee..."
I answered her by lifting her right to my mouth. I licked at the sole
of her right , snaking my tongue between each
toe. I found a bitter but feminine taste between each of her toes--more pleasing
than the taste of cunt juice. More worthy of worship, too. I licked her other to
perfection. I swallowed everything I found on her, rubbing the soles of each of her
across my face, pressing them deep into both sides of my face, hoping that the taste and
wonderful aroma of her would remain with me for a long
time. Another hour of leg and worship of the delicious,
brown-all-over Carmen went by before she made a suggestion. "I need to go
urinate," she said. "My former leg slave liked for some of my piss to leak down
my legs, so he could lick it off. Would you enjoy that, licking my piss off each of my
legs?"
Drooling at the thought, I said "Yes. Yes. Let me lick your piss off your legs."
Carmen didn't stay long in the lady's room. Less than five minutes later she was back in
the wooded chair, her legs dripping piss, the crotch on the shorts she was wearing soaked.
She just smiled at me as I started high on her right leg again, my tongue alive with the
taste of this new juice from her. I realized she didn't waste much of her sweet yellow
juice on the toilet, saving almost all of it for my mouth. I thanked her for the treat by
making sure I got every drop of her inside my mouth, worshipping and washing, with my
tongue, her toes once more in the process, pressing the soles of each of her
into the flesh of my face once again.
Two hours of licking and drinking of this brown woman that just this early morning came
into my center and I was not satisfied, though my tongue was sore from stretching to get
the most from each lick of her
and my mouth strong with the taste of her leg sweat, piss,
and toes. My face had the pleasant and sexual odor of Carmen's
driven into its pores. I will not wash my face for a week, I said to Carmen.
"You're really a great slave," she responded, still
sitting in the high-back wooden chair. I think she looks like a queen sitting there on
that throne-type chair. "I'm glad I came into your center." She lifted herself
from the chair then, stood directly before me, me still kneeling on the floor before her.
Looking down on me, her unworthy slave, she said, "I crave something. I like to have
a man
on my ,
then
have him lick it all off. It's a craving I have. I NEED to see a man lick his own fresh
off of my . OK?" I on my knees,
dropped my sweat pants and shorts to the floor. Carmen stepped forward, her right
directly under my swollen prick. I jerked on my cock as fast and as hard as I could, not
wishing to
make Carmen wait long. In a very short time, a huge load of
fell on the top of her right , some of the
missing and hitting the floor beside the . I immediately began licking the
off the top of her , from between her toes, where it
had seeped. Sneaking a peek up at her, I saw she was in ecstasy: Her eyes half closed but
watching me lick at her, two fingers of her right hand slowly at work between her legs,
mouth wide open, a faint feminine moan escaping her. She was quietly cumming from seeing
me lick my own off of her . I
loved it all...
"That was GREAT!!" she finally said after I stopped loving at her for a moment.
"But you forgot some." Still standing during all this, she stepped on the
that had missed her and fallen on the floor. She sat
down again, the bottom of her right inches from my face and sticky
with my own . I licked the
off the sole of her , she moaning with pleasure again.
Finished with licking the off her right ,
still on my knees before her, she seated on the throne chair, I asked her what else a good
slave
could do for her: "Milk yourself onto my other , of course," her words.
Carmen wanted me to jerk off on her left , suck, lick the
off of it too. She pushed her left towards me, waiting. I realized
her demand had stiffened my cock again already. In less than three minutes, I stroked
another load of onto her left ,
spread it around with my fingers and began licking her left
clean. My tongue
burned with the strong taste of my own as its pinkness slid across her
,
between each of her toes. As soon my tongue had collected all of the
and I had swallowed it, the true taste of Carmen began returning, though. This pure and
powerful, totally feminine sweetness that can only be savored by
a tongue caressing the most sexually alive and giving area of a woman-her legs and --surpassed
the flavor of the most expensive wine I had ever experienced.
Carmen was deep into orgasm as I was finishing up with her left .
Moaning and squirming. Two fingers on her right hand fast at work between her legs this
time. Then she suddenly stood up again,
dropped her shorts and panties to mid-calf, allowing a stream of feminine
juice to slowly trickle
down both of her legs. The largest amount of female juice I'd ever seen from an orgasm. I
slid her panties and shorts to the floor; she stepped out of them. I licked her
juice off both of her legs before the
female nectar had gone beyond her knees... She rewarded me by demanding that I lay flat on
the
floor, face up. I complied, my shorts still to my ankles, my cock now flaccid from being
milked twice, my mouth wonderfully still alive with the tastes of her ,
her piss, her sweat, her , her legs. My face maintaining
the strong sensual aroma of her . Still naked, Carmen, in a
soft, truly sexually satisfied voice, said "I'd like to walk on my new slave. To
press the essence of my into every pore of his
body."
I didn't have to respond; she knew I wanted the same thing. Carmen, brown body naked,
started by placing both of her on my own ,
bending them painfully but pleasantly, satisfyingly backwards; she then walked slowly up
the calves of my legs, shifting her weight from one of my calves to the other, pressing
her
thoroughly into my muscles; up to my thighs, then, again pressing her
deeply into my muscles,
shifting her weight. She reached the area of my cock at that point. "I want your
cock, your balls to be seeded with the essence of my ; that's very important to
me," Carmen explained as she told me to sit up. I sat up immediately, my legs still
flat along the floor. Carmen put her tan right between my legs, moved it forward
to rest on top of my cock. Her brown right now covered my pale white cock.
She then drove the full weight of her body into my cock. It was so painful I wanted to
scream. But it was so pleasant my cock started to harden again, which caused even more
pain...and hardness. Carmen again and
again drove all of her weight into her where it covered my cock. She
was, actually, trampling my cock. I LOVED it...even when she placed the heel of her on
the head of my cock and put all her weight on it...
Satisfied that my cock was impregnated with the essence of her right ,
Carmen finally removed the from my cock...and placed her
left
over my balls. Again the painfulness as she put all her weight on my balls. Extreme,
exhilarating pain...but potent pleasure as well. I noticed from the smile on her face that
she enjoyed this as much as me--maybe even more... Flat on my back again, Carmen went on
to pace all
over the trunk of my body, planting the aroma, the "seed" of her
into each pore of the front of my
body. Up to my head, where she pressed her into my face, stuck each of her
slender, small into my mouth. I tried to take
as much of each of Carmen's completely into my mouth as
possible, wanting the taste of her to stay with me forever. I managed to get each of her ,
up to her ankles almost, into my mouth. She pushed--hard--each of her ,
one at a time, as deeply inside my mouth as possible, kept each one there until she was
satisfied my mouth had absorbed as much an essence from each as
possible.
She wished for me to remember and desire the taste of her
long after she had left the fitness center. The sensation, the taste of her was terrific!!
She instructed me to turn over, finished by pacing my back, down my ass, along my legs,
again driving herself into each pore of my body...
I had, of course, licked clean many female legs, and toes before, living in a
warm area, operating a fitness center, knowing what I know, but none could compare with
Carmen. We were married three weeks later, 15 years ago. Carmen has never been 'fucked' by
me in all that time. My cock has never been inside my wife. Carmen has never even touched
my cock with her hands, in fact. Her only interest in my prick comes at milking time or
when she tramples it into renewed hardness. My tongue has not licked nor tasted higher on
Carmen than her upper thighs. Her cunt, her breasts are things to be worshipped from afar
by me, both of us wishing it that way. I do not 'kiss' Carmen in the 'normal' sense:
Carmen licks her fingers, rubs them on her legs--sometimes just spits on her legs; I then
lick the moisture off her legs. That is how we 'kiss.' Twice a day, every day, on my knees
before this goddess, I milk myself on her , lick it off. All of my --15
years of it--is recycled. I do not use mouthwash, of course, that the taste of her ,
piss, legs, sweat, the sweet female that dribbles down her legs
from her many orgasms, stays inside and with me constantly. Every pore of me stays fresh
with the aroma, essence of Carmen, her nightly
strolls along my body assuring that... Her body remains perfect and pure, our marriage
perfectly intact. We are equally sexually satisfied... Remember: warm climate, fitness
center...quite possibly...a brown-skinned
woman... If you are a leg or man, that is...