Puss in Boots

This is the 6^th story in the sexual prowess of Ash, a cute blonde 32 year old married mother and detective. In order, the previous stories were; A Round of Milk for Everyone, A Round of Milk for Everyone CH 2, Undercover Slut, Elderly Ecstasy, and Busting Ash's Bubble....Butt. Please enjoy and vote if you like them.

Ash continued to work cases as a detective in the Orlando area with her partner Erin. One day while Ash was checking her messages, she had received another one from Marvin, one of the old men who gangbanged her at the Golden Years assisted living home. He had called and left messages at HQ for several weeks but she was unsure about even responding. The last one was forwarded to her cell phone so she played it for Erin.

"Listen, this guy won't leave me alone," Ash explained to Erin as she played the message on speaker phone...How is my little slut doing? I miss her and those sexy feet. If you are not going to come back to the Golden Years then stop by the VFW on Saturday nights where my friends and I hang out and play cards. Hope to see you sometime gorgeous.

"Sexy feet? Is he one of those foot pervs? Are you going to get a restraining order?" Erin asked, showing concern.

Ash laughed, "No. The dude is 80 years old I think. He is harmless but I will just stay away from him and not respond."

As the week continued, Ash began to think more about that experience at the Golden Years. She might have been drugged but she did enjoy the attention and sex. Even though much of it seemed like a dream, she hated it but she also loved it. It was so difficult to describe her feelings concerning that incident. Each day was a rollercoaster of emotions. One minute she was angry about what happened then the next she would masturbate thinking about all those old cocks slamming into her.

That Friday, Ash received a package sitting by the front door. Her husband Charles asked, "Hun...what did you order now?"

"Nothing that I can think of," she responded as she tore open the box and lifted the contents. It was a pair of pointed Jimmy Choo, knee-high, brown, leather boots with a four inch heel that zipped up the side. As she held them up, she marveled, "Wow! Do you know how much these cost? Over a thousand dollars! Why were they sent to me? Oh wait...here is a note," You would look sexy in these my hot detective. I want to taste your feet again and you know I could never forget the size. See you at the VFW. Ash was floored and her pussy creamed inside her panties without warning and against her wishes

Charles chuckled, "Those old men love you. I think you should dress up, go up there and see what happens."

Once again Ash was torn but curious. After discussing it all evening with her husband, she decided that she would show up and tease the men, have a drink, then head home. She was not going to have any sex, just a flirtatious evening. Using that attention from them as an aphrodisiac, she planned to then come home and have amazing sex with Charles.

The next night she pumped her breasts before getting ready so that her husband could give her young son a bottle before bed. While putting on her makeup and fixing her hair, she giggled to Charles, "I just might give these old geezers a heart attack." She air-kissed her reflection in the mirror and flipped her long blonde hair while walking away.

Ash was dressed in tight jeans that fit snugly around her pumpkin shaped bubble ass with her boots zipped up over the pant legs. She wore a button down shirt with a collar much like Erin's, the day she had to wear it going into the Golden Years, only this one fit her. Underneath all of her clothing was a matching silk beige bra and thong set. Her monster tits looked like they were ready to explode out of her shirt.

Charles laughed, "Those old men not only will have a heart attack, they will have one with hard-ons."

Ash giggled again, "Heehee...let's see if I can be all the Viagra they need!"

Charles was acting as her designated driver just in case she drank a few, so with the kids secured in the back seat, he dropped her off at the VFW. With her expensive high heel boots clicking on the pavement, she walked into the dingy, poorly lit bar to a haze of cigar smoke and the combination stench of body odor and mildew. There was gum stuck to the floor in places and even a wall that was cracked and needed refinished from leaky water damage which explained the musty aroma.

She just about turned around and left when she heard Marvin yell, "Hey...Glad you made it. Come here and see me, my little tart. Let me introduce you to the guys."

Ash turned back towards the men and approached Marvin. There were at least 16 of them playing Texas Hold'em at three separate tables. As she walked, Lester, a 68 year old plumber with rotten teeth reached out and slapped her ass to the cheering of the men at his table, "Yup...tight as they come. Marvin ain't lyin."

"I love a white girl, hoe, with a black sista's ass!" Blurted Willie, a 63 year old black man with grey hair and a salt and pepper beard.

That is when Ash knew he had told everyone at the bar what had happened. The men were excited to see her there and with that knowledge, she felt like a piece of meat in a river full of piranhas. The side conversations had stopped and all eyes were on the blonde detective just out for the night, looking hot in her boots and tight clothing.

A loud cat call whistle came from Larry, the 71 year old electrician, before asking, "So Marvin...was this the piece of ass you were referring to? If so, I think she is way out of your league and out of your generation."

Everyone laughed as they continued to puff on their cigars. More corny over-used pickup lines were made by different men, "Come over here honey, sit on my lap and let's talk about the first thing that pops up," Those fucking tits need to be motor boated and I'm your captain," "This must be what heaven is like because an angel just walked in."

"I see you wore the boots I bought you. I would love to see what's inside them again honey," Marvin said to Ash as he winked.

To get everyone riled up, Ash sat sideways on Marvin's lap and with her arm around his neck for balance, she held her legs up, kicked her boot-covered feet back and forth for everyone to see and teased, "They fit perfectly. Too bad they are covering my fresh pedicure I got this morning. I think burgundy is my color."

The smell of fresh leather temporarily took the place of the unfriendly odors in her area. Marvin reached out to unzip one of the boots and Ash slapped his hand away, "Oh no you don't. I'm here to have a drink and win some money."

"Look at dat bitch and her attitude. I think I'm in love," laughed Willie.

Every jaw dropped and cocks hardened in their pants. Ash's sass was so hot that it prompted the men to not only love her looks but her personality too. Larry pulled up a chair for her to join them in playing cards. She got off of Marvin's lap and patted his crotch, "You better keep that big thing tamed tonight. You aren't getting any of this honey pot."

"Oh fuck! She told him!" Lester chuckled.

She sat down, pulled out her money before chips were brought to her by Chris, the thirty year old Scottish member's grandson who worked there on the weekends to make a little extra money. Once the first hand had passed with Ash folding, the men were impressed she knew how to play poker. That impression soon turned to frustration when she began to win. After leaning over and raking in a big pot with her huge blouse covered tits sliding on the table, she giggled, "You all are too senile to keep up with me. After tonight, I will have enough to take another vacation."

"If you take that shirt off and show your tits, you can have the rest of mine," Wendell, the 67 year old bald man offered.

Ash giggled again, "You don't have enough there to see my tits. These things are real and they are real pricey. It would take all your social security checks!"

Everyone chuckled at her sassy mouth and were just enamored with the 32 year old hottie. Dennis. a 74 year old, overweight, unattractive man said, "Marvin told us you were a delicious little slut when all his building mates fucked you. I think you should not play for money but play for clothes so we can see that tasty little body of yours."

Ash laughed it off, playfully slapped him and they continued to play but as poker goes, she went on a losing streak and went all in with three aces that were beaten by a full house. With four drinks in her, no money left and semi arousal from all the attention, she decided to do what Dennis had suggested. Since the poker was Texas Hold'em, she wasn't going to bet her clothes but to cash her clothes in for chips.

"How many chips for certain clothes?" Ash asked.

She decided to cash in her boots, ankle socks, shirt, and jeans for chips nowhere near their worth but she needed to win her money back and keep those boots. In order to not allow her bare feet to touch the disgusting floor, Ash stood on the table like a stripper so that she could remove those items of clothing.

"Yeah! Take it off! Take it off,'' the men chanted.

Just tipsy enough to let her inhibitions down but maintain control, Ash began performing a little strip routine while swaying her hips. She felt a little awkward in her dancing but after the chanting, she didn't care. Slowly undoing each button until her blouse hung open, her bra covered boobs drew a round of applause and whistles. That attention spurred her on and when she took it off, she swung it around like a lasso before heaving the shirt across the room.

It would be hard to gracefully unzip her boots so she stood on the edge of the table and ordered the two closest old men to do it for her, "You two...unzip these for me now!" They were all too happy to comply as she held out one leg at a time. The flappy leather length of the boots hung open loosely and were ready to be removed.

"Take this off of me, Grandpa!" She ordered one of the old men.

Lifting one foot, pointing it, one of the old men pulled off the boot before another man did the same to the other. There was no way she was going to throw the boots and scuff them. She ordered the same two men to put them on the floor softly. Wearing only her bra, jeans and ankle socks, Ash danced a little more while squeezing her massive tits together. She would add a little run and slide in her socks across the table.

Every man in the room was simply smitten. Cocks that hadn't been hard in years could have been used as a coat rack. She made the same two men remove her socks and then she struggled but finally took off her tight jeans. Standing back up on the table, she could feel every eye on her. Now only wearing her bra and panties, all the men were babbling to themselves in horniness. Ash looked insanely hot and when she turned around on the table, the thong wedgie showed her bare ass which just about made some of the men collapse and call out.

"Are you serious? That should be fucking illegal to look that good!"

"God damn! Somebody get me my oxygen tank because this whore has taken my breath."

Ash bent over and her thick bubble ass pulled her thong wedgie so tight it looked like dental floss even across her slit. From the back, her pussy lips were on display and Lester actually spit his drink in excitement, "I'm going to fuck the shit out of her!"

Ash continued dancing around, teasing the old men with her body language and her feet. She would point her burgundy painted toes at someone before she would turn around and face the opposite direction, giving everyone equal attention. Marvin had a mug of draft beer sitting next to him and Ash seductively dipped her first two toes into his drink and shoved them into his mouth.

"This is the proper way to drink beer! Suck it off my toes you old fucker! That's it, drink it all up...good boy," she teased. She looked so sexy with her foot shoved in Marvin's mouth. He was sucking the beer and his tongue slithered between the two toes just like he was ordered. He was moaning like he was eating his favorite meal, "Mmmmm...mmmm...mmmmmm."

She yanked her foot out of his mouth and giggled like nothing happened, "You old bastards need to put your dicks back in your pants. You aren't getting any of this tonight. I'm just like this to win my money back." She jostled her bra-covered tits as a tease and stood on the edge of the table with all ten toes pointing downward over the edge like a diver on the edge of a diving board.

She carefully stepped down to her chair and sat down. Not allowing her feet to touch the nasty floor, she kept her heels locked into the cross spindles at the bottom of the chair. The card games continued and Ash would win one then lose three on average even though the men were more focused on her and not the poker game just as she planned.

Her chips were dwindling and she didn't want to lose those expensive boots so she had an idea to expedite the process. Sitting back and propping her bare feet up on the table like she was an executive in her office sitting at her desk became her tease of choice. Her painted toes glimmered under the dim light and she cocked her head back allowing her long blonde hair to dangle behind the chair back like she had just emerged from the water at the local pool. She knew exactly what she was doing to keep the men stirred up.

Spitting her sass, Ash dared, "None of you are touching this honey pot but I might let you poor old fogies have these feet because that is all you are worth. You all probably can't handle them either but for some of your chips, you might be able to worship them properly. Look Marvin...here they are again," referring to when he had them while at the Golden Years assisted living home. She fanned her toes out then continued, "You ran your mouth to all your buddies here about what happened so I think it would be fitting that you show all your buddies what you like to do with my cute feet."

Everyone waited to see what Marvin was going to do. Now given enough time, he popped his dentures out of his mouth and leaned over the table to put her cute toes back in his mouth but she quickly reminded him, "Not without those chips!"

He slid half his chips over then wrapped his gums around her tanned upper side toes. Holding onto her ankles, he was sucking each one individually before putting them all into his mouth at the same time. Dennis slid all of his chips over to Ash, unzipped his trousers and pulled out his stiff 7 inch hairy cock with a strange looking mushroom head. Standing next to the table, he began wiping his precum on the foot Marvin wasn't sucking. The clear fluid was creating a gooey wetness.

"You have the sexiest damn feet I have ever seen. I need both of them to fuck and since Marvin is inhaling one of them, why don't you let me fuck your tight little pussy instead," suggested the horny old man.

Ash looked at him seductively and replied while maintaining control, "I don't think so. You will have to earn this honey pot or it's closed for business. You have my feet right there...just jerk off on them you pathetic old man."

Dennis was beating his meat so fast that his cock head was turning blue and his face red. He bent over and kissed the top of her foot and then yelled, "Hurry put them down here! Oh fuck I'm gonna cum! Hurry bitch!"

Ash pulled her foot out of Marvin's mouth and swung her round ass in the chair like a top until both feet were side by side and pointing at Dennis's flailing hand. He grunted and shot a wad of cum onto Ash's shin until he was able to aim his spurting cock properly. He shot thick yogurt-like cum all over the top of both feet while his grunts coincided with his strokes. With a forehead soaked in sweat, he stopped pumping and flung the small speck from his thumb to her toes which looked like snow on a burgundy tin roof.

Ash stayed very calm and asked, "Do you feel better now? You made a mess and someone will have to clean it up."

Willie challenged Ash, "I got a game for ya. You get one card and I get one and if ya win, I'll give ya a hundred dollars to keep playin but if I win, ya have to clean up that disgusting mess with your mouth so we can watch."

Ash was soaked inside her panties. Just the sexual teasing and tension was gripping her emotions. When she agreed, Leon flipped over a Jack for her and then when he turned over a King for himself, everyone whooped and cheered.

"Now, let's see this slut give us a real show!" Bob blurted out.

Ash regretted making the deal but she wanted to be able to keep playing, not lose the boots and even win back the money she lost. She had lost the battle but she knew she would win the war. Bending her leg outward, she lifted her foot to her own mouth but stopped, almost able to not go through with it.

Wendell said, "A deal is a deal...now get to cleaning it up you little cum slut."

She closed her eyes and began slurping the slime off her own foot. Chris was moaning because he loved the sight so much. It was chewy and disgusting at first but she continued. It began to taste better so she decided to show off and tease the old men further. She stopped slurping, opened her mouth and swirled the cum glob on her tongue to show off with the sexiest smile any of the men had ever seen.

She slurped then moaned, "Mmmmm. That is so good!"

"What the fuck? Look at that. She is such a hot fucking whore. She is even showing us that cum before she swallows it down," Wendell blurted in amazement.

Chris was frozen and his erection was just about to bust out of his zipper. He was a foot lover and at 30, was the only man even close to Ash's age. He wasted no time and handed Ash two crisp one hundred dollar bills before he took off his pants to show his 7 inch uncut dong that was so hard, it twitched as it throbbed. He loved how the soles on Ash's feet were smooth and pinkish. When she would flex her feet, the natural ripples in the skin almost made him explode.

After receiving the money, she put her feet back up on the table side by side. Using her toes like fingers, she flexed them at Chris like she was waving and spoke in a voice as though her feet were talking, "Hi there. Would you like to fuck me with that hard dick you have there?"

With his pants bunched over his shoes, Chris shuffled to where he was facing Ash then grabbed her ankles, holding them in place, level with his cock. Positioning her knees outward, he pressed the bottoms of her feet together, forming a playing card spade shaped hole with her arches. He spit on his cock then slid it between the soft skin, releasing a loud gulp from the sensation of her soft soles gripping his shaft.

"Fuck my cute feet if you even know how. I bet you fuck worse than all these old men combined. At least they have an excuse," Ash dared the young Scottish man.

He snapped back in his accent, "We'll see about that! Hold still!"

His hips were thrusting and his spit was hardly enough lube so he pressed the flesh of her soles even tighter around his dong and used it to slide the foreskin back and forth as he pumped.

One of the old men commented, "I remember those days when I could fuck that hard. Look at him go!"

"I'm gonna cover this cum slut!" Chris announced just as his fucking slowed down then one big thrust before a shot of sperm flew from the head and landed in Ash's cleavage. "Unng! Unng! Unng! Take that you fucking slut!" Shot after shot continued to pelt Ash's bra covered tits until the spurts weakened and splattered on her stomach and eventually all over her legs and feet. He coughed in pleasure, shook, then wiped the last bit on her soles.

"Damn that was good! You have the softest soles I have ever fucked! That was worth every penny," Chris proclaimed to everyone while pulling up his pants.