goth boot
Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories
and situations.
(c)2001 by Couture
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'Well aside from feeling incredibly naked, by not wearing any panties and losing the
natural protection of my hair down there, whatever it was that Monique did, really has
helped keep me from getting horny so far today.' Laura thought.
However, as her third class ended, she slipped up, and began again to notice other girl's
panty lines. Then too, there was the dreaded thought of having to sit in Dr Adams office,
naked, with her bare sex spread wide open drying before that damn fan. Further she had the
thoughts of Dr. Adams probably wearing some frilly beige panties and matching nylons.
These thoughts started making her feel very randy again. Her hard nipples began pointing
out from her sweater. She worried that the wet juices leaking from her sex, would leave a
wet spot on the back of her skirt, since she didn't have panties on.
Thankfully, her class ended without any incident, and reluctantly she headed to Dr. Adam's
class.
Then in the hall, someone came up behind Laura and put their arm around her, placing their
hand on her cute bottom.
"Hello, Pink Pumps. Did'ja miss me?" asked the girl in black.
Laura, began to panic. ‘OH NO! It is black boots and she recognizes me!’ Laura
tried to turn down the next hall in order to lose the Goth, but she easily kept up with
Laura.
"I don't know who you are, but if you don't leave me alone and let me get to class, I
will scream and get you thrown out of school" whispered Laura with much more
authority than a poorly covered Catholic schoolgirl should have been able to muster.
"Now, that's not a very nice thing to say. The little girl I helped in the bathroom
yesterday was much MUCH nicer to me." the Goth girl said, as she pouted her black
painted lips.
"Yes, I liked that darling little girl much better, not this snobbish bitch beside me
now.” The Goth reached into the back pocket of her book bag and brought out some
photos.
"Princess, I’m afraid if you don't give me my sweet girl back, I'm going to have
to show all your friends here what kind of girlie you really are." Black Boots said,
as she waved one of the pictures in front of Laura’s face. The picture showed Laura
standing on top of a toilet, back arched as she faced the wall, her wet sex and rosebud
displayed between spread legs. ‘Oh God! I look like such a whore,’ Laura’s
face turned bright red and she tried to snatch the photo before anyone else could see it.
However, the Goth was unwilling to let it go and Laura had to let it go, because their
struggle was beginning to draw unwanted attention.
"Oh please give it back. Please don’t show anyone," whined Laura, as she
began to cry at the hopelessness of her situation.
"Don't cry Princess Panty, just give me a pretty smile and be me sweet little girl
like yesterday and everything will be just fine. Okay?" The pale girl reached up and
wiped the tears from the crying blonde’s eyes.
Laura forced a smile on her face. "Okay," she replied.
"Okay, Goddess Goth" said black boots as she playfully spanked Laura's ass.
"Let me see what kind of panties you have on today Princess Panty." said the
Goth, casually lifting the hem of Laura's cute school girl skirt in the crowded hall.
"No, no! Please, Goddess Goth, not here. I'm not wearing panties today." The
blonde squirmed, as she tried to keep her skirt out of the Goth’s hands.
"Please let me go. I just HAVE to be at my 2:00 class." said Laura as she held
down her skirt and walked quickly to the restroom to avoid being further embarrassment.
"Then you better hurry and do as I say, because you don't have much time."
With that a smiling Goth girl hustled the reluctant blonde, into the far stall and locked
the door.
"Okay, now let's see if my little school girl was lying about her panties."
Then black boots waited, arms crossed tapping her black boot impatiently. “I can wait
all day, if that is what it takes.”
‘God, I can’t be late for class,’ thought Laura. She looked down at the
tile floor and slowly raised the hem of her skirt up around her waist, exposing herself to
this wicked girl.
The Goth’s whistle echoed off the walls of the restroom, while she stood ogling at
Laura’s denuded sex. "Mmmmm . . . very nice . . . my naughty little girl is all
smooth for me today. I love it!" Black boots remarked, as she traced a black
fingernail along the exposed lips of Laura's wet sex. “And she's so wet.”
"Now let me feel those itty bitty girlish titties I like so much!" The Goth
demanded.
“Please don’t,” Laura begged, but the hard crinkled nipples poking through
her sweater told a different story. She slowly undid the buttons of her sweater, exposing
her small breasts to her tormentor.
The Goth began feeling and then slapping the small orbs with glee, just to watch them
jiggle. "So small . . . So perky. You don't even need a training bra for these
babies." laughed the Goth as she pinched a crinkled pink nipple between her
forefinger and thumb.
"Ow. Please don't! I'm not a lesbian." whimpered Laura. "It's just-"
"Honey, doing this isn't going to turn you into a lezzie. All I want to do is play
with you. Two girls having a little harmless fun together! Just like yesterday,
remember?"
Laura did remember. Thoughts of her carnal behavior yesterday humiliated her, yet filled
her with lust at the same time. She struggled not to flinch when she felt the Goth’s
hands begin to roam up her thigh.
"Just me and my own sweet little tiny-tittied girl," Black boots calmly
explained as she began to slowly explore Laura's denuded sex with her right index finger.
Then when she had saturated her finger with Laura's juices, she began to spell out letters
on the trembling blonde’s smooth belly and breasts. “C-U-N-T. That spells cunt
and that is where I want to feel those magic little fingers . . .right in my cunt!”
"This will go quicker, if you get down on your knees . . . okay?" said the Goth.
"Come on Pink Pumps, get down there, okay. It is your turn to play with me.
“Now!" The Goth said, as she grabbed both of Laura's hard exposed nipples and
pulled down until the thin girl dropped to her knees.
"Come on use your nice soft fingers. Put em up inside me like I did for you
yesterday. You remember, don’t you? Come on . . . It'll be quicker . . . Don't worry
it isn't going to make you gay. Anymore than me making you feel good down there yesterday
made you gay. We're just two girls, being 'nice' to one another.
"Here. I'll even help you," said the Goth girl, as she raised her stretchy black
miniskirt up over her hips exposing her pantiless sex.
"See I didn't wear panties either. We must be some kinda special friends"
Knowing she couldn't leave until she brought the wicked girl off, Laura parted the Goths
black bush with her left hand and inserted the index finger of her right into the parted
labia.
"Mmmm . . . now there's my good girl
Both Laura's hands became a blur as she desperately stroked in and out of the Goth Goddess
sex, and played with the other girl’s clit.
"UUUUhhh, oh god! Panty Princess . . . um . . . you do that so goddamn good!"
Laura flushed with pride and then horror.
It seemed as if she had found a new niche for her perfection, one that she really
didn’t want. Her new ability was making this strange kinky girl cum. As she became
tired she leaned forward and rested her head on the Goth's thigh, so she could smell the
sweet musky aroma emanating from the girl's hairy sex.
"Ohh-ohhh –ohhhh-ah . . . that's my girl . . . make me cum . . . ohhh gawd keep
working inside me with them pussy fucking fingers of yours." All the while the
Goth’s hips were grinding her thick black bush against the side of Laura's face, as
the blonde inhaled the aroma of her sex.
"Ugh . . . Ugh. . . . Oh . . . ah ah Ahhhhh" As the Goth climaxed, she grabbed
the blonde’s shoulders to keep from falling down. She bent over, raising Laura's head
upward by her chin. As she looked deeply in her eyes, she kissed the thin girl and
explored Laura’s accepting mouth with her tongue.
The Goth stood back up, holding her skirt around her waist. She looked down at her matted
sex with disgust.
"Oh dear, you naughty girl you, you've made a nasty mess of my pussy again!"
sneered the Goth, as she ran her finger through the sticky wetness of her sex.
"See?" The Goth showed Laura the evidence of her secretions on her hand, then
wiped it clean in her blonde hair.
"I guess it's time for you to clean up your mess again. Just like yesterday."
"But..b b but, I . . . I d don't have any p panties," Laura stuttered.
"Well neither do I, so unless you want to use your pretty little sweater or skirt, I
would suggest you put that mean pouty mouth of yours to some good."
"Damn! Damn! Damn! Why do these things keep happening to me? I can't go to class
smelling of this horrible girl’s pussy, but I MUST to go to Dr. Adams's class. I
MUST." Laura worried.
The Goth began running the tip of her black boot against the wet folds of Laura's denuded
sex teasing her, as the poor girl's conflicted mind tried to come up with some way . . .
any way . . . out of her situation.
She could hear Monique in the back of her mind urging her, ‘Come on girl, this has to
become ordinary to you, in order for you to be cured.”
So finally, she stuck out her tongue and tentatively, began licking at the dew on the
black hairs in front of her face.
"Oh . . . you're good. You are such a good little pussy licker pink pumps. Mmmmmm . .
. and your tongue feels . . . so silky. Lick inside the lips Princess, they need some
attention too.”
Laura realized that this had gone much further than cleaning up the mess she had made. She
was on her knees in a public restroom, performing oral sex on a stranger. She gave up on
pretending otherwise and began to lick the Goth in earnest. Her only wish was that Goddess
Goth wasn’t quite so vocal in her affections.
“Yes! Oh so good . . . Now do that clit . . . mmmmm. Oh! Keep doing that clit baby
girl. Ahhhh . . . that's my sweet pussy licker." moaned the Goth.
"And you said you weren't a lezzie!"
Laura hated the thought of what she was doing, but she was lost in the smell, taste, and
feel of the overbearing girl's sex against her face. What she hated more was the fact that
the depravity of her actions brought such a sexual rush to her pussy. She began grinding
her own pussy onto the leather black boot of the Goth girl towering over her to sooth the
yearning in her cunt.
The steel chain on the Goth’s boot kept 'clinking' as Laura humped her own overheated
sex lips against them.
Ching . . . Slurp . . . Gasp . . . Ching . . . Slurp . . . Gasp . . . Ching . . . Slurp .
. . Gasp . . . Ching . . . Slurp . . . Gasp . . .
"Oh yes! Suck it. Suck that pussy. Mmmm . . . I love that!"
"Fuck . . . ugh . . . fuck. OH! I feel you down there, don’t try to hide it
slut. You are fucking my black boot, aren’t you Princess Pussy? . . . Oh yeah. Work
that boot with your cunt, you nasty girl! Mmmmm . . . ugh . . . you gonna make me cum
again . . . you little tittied lezzie bitch! Now come on!"
"Don't go all shy on me now . . . that's right . . . Suck that clit . . . ohhhh . . .
Yeah, like that . . . suck it . . . suck it harder!!! HARDER!! Oh god . . . HARDER!!"
As the Goth girl came, Laura, couldn't help herself. She began to hump against the hard
metal chains and now shiny black leather of the boot with abandon.
She felt her hair being grabbed and then her head was tilted back. "No! I'm so close.
Please oh please let me finish!” Laura moaned.
Flash! The Goth girl took a suprise picture the slim girl hugging her leg tightly and
humping her black boot.
Laura was to far gone to care, the humiliation of the picture sent her over the edge as
she began to climax on the boot beneath her.
"Oh . . . Ohhh . . . Ahhh . . . Goddesss . . . fuck my cunt with your boot. . . .
ahhhhh," Laura orgasmed loudly. Then she buried her face in the Goths black dark sex,
before falling down in a heap at the Goth's feet. She lay staring her wet juices shining
on the right black leather boot before her face.
"Mmmmm . . . That's my sweet pussy licking girl. Now be a good girl and clean up that
nasty mess you made on my nice shiny boots. " ordered the Goth girl towering over
her.
Seeing no alternative, an exhausted Laura began licking the boot in front of her. As she
did, she noted the subtle difference in the flavor of her own secretions. She even worked
her tongue around the metal chain, to get all the stray drops of moisture that had
accumulated there.
"I hate to interrupt the spit shine you are putting on my boots, since you are
clearly enjoying yourself, but didn't you say you had a class at two?" asked an
amused Goth.
"Oh shit! It's 2:05, I'm going to be late." said Laura as she jumped up eager to
get ready for her class.
"Stop!" commanded the Goth.
"Give me a kiss first and thank me for the pleasure. Then hold still and I will dress
you myself, my little Barbie doll." said the Goth girl.
"Thank you for the pleasure Goddess Goth!" Laura said. as she leaned her head up
to kiss the taller girl.
"My name is Beth and my phone number is 555 4532. Here, I'll write it on your tit. So
you won’t lose it.”
Then the Goth girl took out a pen and wrote her number on the blonde’s small left
breast.
"Hee Hee . . . your tiny titty is almost too small for my phone number to fit."
The Goth girl frenched the submissive blonde deeply. Then she buttoned Laura's sweater up,
playfully tweaking her nipples, until her hard nips stood out like two pencil erasers.
"Perfect!" she said as she opened the door and smacked the rushing girl on the
ass as Laura hurried to her class.
"I probably should have told her to wash off her face and hands, but I do so enjoy
marking my territory." Beth thought smiling, before strutting saucily from the
restroom herself.