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The Christmas Boots - Part 3
🕑 Added 2023-01-05 04:27:31 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
"Thank you for taking me out to dinner," Charlotte said as she and Vince stepped out of the restaurant after the best meal she'd had in ages.
Vince put his arm around her, kissed Charlotte on the cheek, and said, "It was my pleasure. Really. It was. You look so beautiful tonight, Charlotte, and you're...I don't know, you seem different, in a really good way, though."
"I feel different," she replied as Vince's hand moved just a little lower, like he found it thrilling to try and touch just a bit of her ass. "I feel much more confident."
"I like this version of you," Vince said. "I really do, Charlotte."
They were just a handful of steps from the restaurant, but Charlotte so no reason not to kiss her husband, so she stepped in front of him, pressed her body against his, and let their lips meet. It wasn't a soft kiss, though. It was a wondrously passionate kiss with a great deal of tongue.
Vince seemed a little surprised, but the moment her tongue met his he moaned and his hands moved straight to her ass, grasping it through the thin, soft skirt she'd worn. It was a little chilly to be wearing such a thing, but it looked so good with the boots that Charlotte couldn't resist. Plus, she liked that Vince couldn't keep his eyes off her legs in the skirt, which made it all worth it, as tempting her husband into a state of arousal was increasingly thrilling for Charlotte.
"Did I mention that I like this version of you?" Vince said with a smile after the kiss.
Charlotte laughed, gave him a quick kiss, and said, "You did mention that, yeah. It's a good thing, too, because I have a feeling that this version of me is going to be around for a long time, Vince." What she didn't mention was that she was quite certain the dominant version of her would continue to evolve, at least if Hazel's evolution was any indicator of how Charlotte's would go.
"Can I take you home?" Vince asked.
Charlotte smiled, mostly at the look on Vince's face, which made it clear he was asking if he could take her home and fuck her. "You may," she said.
Vince put his arm around her once more and they walked to the car. Along the way they stopped for a few more kisses and Vince couldn't seem to keep his hands off her ass. Charlotte liked his desire to touch her, though. She'd dressed to entice her husband and it had worked, after all.
"Here, let me get the door for you," Vince said as he led Charlotte to the passenger side of the car.
Charlotte reached and grabbed his wrist, stopping him from opening it.
"What's wrong?" Vince asked.
Charlotte smiled, glanced around the parking lot to ensure they were alone, and said, "All that kissing and touching...it's gotten me quite wet, Vince."
Vince looked down as if he could somehow see the wetness through her skirt and panties and then looked up, matched her smile, and said, "Oh...really...is there something we can do about that?"
He stepped closer, put his hands on her waist, and leaned in for a kiss. Charlotte enjoyed his confidence, but she had no intention of getting fucked in a parking lot, as that would almost certainly involve bending over the car and taking her husband's cock from behind, which she had no particular interest in. She did have something in mind, though.
Charlotte leaned back and pressed a finger against her husband's lips to impede his lean. He looked surprised, but there was no annoyance on his face. When Charlotte then pressed that finger against his lower lip, Vince opened his mouth. A moment later he was sucking on her finger, just like she wanted him to.
"What a good boy," she said softly. "Parting your pretty lips and sucking on my finger without even being told. You know just what I want, Vince. You know just how to be the man I need you to be. I know you were probably hoping I'd let you fuck me right here, but that's not going to happen. You are going to make me feel good, though. You are going to help with the wetness dripping from my cunt."
Charlotte pulled her finger from his mouth, put a hand on the top of his head, and pushed down with as much force as she could muster. Again Vince looked surprised, but he didn't fight her. Instead, he fell to his knees and looked up at her with eagerness in his eyes.
Though she was eager to feel her husband's tongue against her clit, Charlotte instead stepped back, pointed down, and said, "Kiss my boots."
Vince looked down at her boots - the ones that imbued Charlotte with dominant energy - and back up at her. He didn't say a word, but he seemed to be pleading with her to spare him from having to bend over and kiss her boots in a restaurant parking lot. Of course, Charlotte had no intention of releasing him from that task. She said nothing, though. She simply smiled, extended one of her feet, and pointed once more.
For just a moment it seemed as though Vince would resist her, but then the mildly defiant look on his face washed away and he bent over and kissed her boot a handful of times.
Charlotte felt the dampness growing between her legs as her husband surrendered to her desire. She felt her toes tingle with excitement as Vince offered his submission. Even better, she felt her clit throb as blood rushed to her loins. It was almost as if his willingness to kiss the boots had signaled them to give even more of their dominant energy to Charlotte, and to do so in the form of an intense kind of pleasure.
"Good boy," Charlotte said in a voice that dripped with lust. She pulled her foot back and slid the other one forward. "Now kiss the other one. Be a good boy and kiss my boot."
This time, Vince didn't hesitate. He kissed her boot lovingly and continuously. He even moaned a little while doing it and Charlotte noticed his hand had moved between his legs.
"No touching your cock," she said sharply. "You don't touch your cock unless I give you permission, Vince. Do you understand?"
He looked up at her and Charlotte saw an intoxicating mixture of agony and lust on his face. That bit of agony thrilled her, especially as Vince moved his hand from between his legs. He was willing to suffer - even if it was a very mild form of suffering - because she wanted it.
"It makes my cunt wet when you do as you're told, Vince," Charlotte said. "And I like it when you make my cunt went."
She could feel the desire - fueled entirely by the joy of dominance - coursing through her body. Its potency was aided by the sight of Vince gazing up at her from his knees with a look in his eyes that made it seem like he'd do damn near anything for her.
Charlotte stepped towards her husband, roughly grabbed a handful of his hair, and lifted the bottom of her skirt. Vince stared between her legs and said, "Your panties are wet."
She smiled. "I told you it makes my cunt wet when you do as you're told, Vince. It leaves me slick when you're a good boy for me."
"I love that you're so wet," he said.
"Kiss my cunt," Charlotte instructed. "Kiss it through my panties, Vince. Be a good boy and kiss my cunt so you can taste a little of my wetness."
Vince leaned forward, pressed his lips against her panties, and offered up a series of kisses. Charlotte was stunned at how pleasurable the simple pressure of his lips against his clit felt. She closed her eyes, tightened her grip on his hair, and rolled her head towards the night sky as a deep moan escaped her lips. Her thighs trembled a little as Vince continued to kiss her pussy over and over, moaning as he did and making it even more pleasurable.
"Can you taste me on your lips?" she asked.
"Yes, I can," he replied.
"Mmm, would you like to put your tongue in my cunt, Vince?" Charlotte asked as she pulled back on his hair so his face was no longer pressed against her panties. He offered no resistance, surrendering completely and giving Charlotte the control her body craved. "Would you like to taste the wetness you helped create?"
"More than anything," Vince said.
Charlotte extended her foot and rubbed the bulge in his pants. She smiled at how stiff he felt - it was a little too dark for her to see how hard he was - and that smile grew a little larger when Vince unleashed a beautiful moan as she teased him.
"Pull my panties aside," she instructed. "Expose my cunt, Vince."
He leaned forward as she teased his cock with her foot and pulled her panties aside. Charlotte felt the cool air against her pussy and it sent a delightful shiver of pleasure through her body.
"Your pussy...Charlotte, you look soaked," Vince said as he stared between her legs. "I...I did that?"
Charlotte smiled. "Your willingness - your eagerness, really - to do as you're told did that, Vince. You got on your knees for me when I told you to. You kissed my boots when I told you to. You kissed my cunt when I told you to. Each time you did what you were told - each time you were a good boy for me - it made me a little wetter."
He looked up at her, smiled, and said, "I want to eat your pussy, Charlotte."
She rubbed her boot over his bulge a little faster and then pulled her foot away, stepped closer, and pulled his mouth to her pussy. "Eat me, Vince," she commanded. "Eat my cunt."
She grabbed a second handful of his hair and her skirt fell around his face. Charlotte used her tight grip to move his mouth as she desired, rubbing it over her pussy lips and clit and trembling from the intense pleasure of using her husband as something akin to a sex toy.
"Fuck...that feels so good," she said. "Eat that fucking pussy. Worship me, Vince. Worship my fucking cunt like a good boy."
"God damn, girl," a delighted, feminine voice said.
Charlotte turned to see a pair of women standing just a few yards away with appreciative smiles on their faces.
"You get it, girl," the second one said. "Make your man worship that pussy."
Charlotte felt Vince try to pull away, but she tightened her grip.
"Ooh, look at him trying to get away from that pussy," the first girl said. "You're not done yet though, are you? You're not done fucking that face of his, are you?"
"No, I'm not," Charlotte replied. "He's still got work to do if he wants to make me cum."
Vince seemed to sense there was no escape and his tongue went back to work as Charlotte continued to rub his face all over her pussy. She moaned and smiled at the two women who were still watching with utterly delighted smiles on their faces.
"He eat ass?" one of them asked.
Charlotte smiled. "I don't know yet. I haven't tried."
"Oooh, girl, you should try," the other said. "Sit your ass on his fucking face and make him eat that hole while you masturbate. I promise, you will cum so fucking hard."
"She's right about that," her friend added. "Real fucking hard."
"Thank you for the tip," Charlotte replied before unleashing another wild moan.
"Enjoy the rest of your night," one of the girls said before they walked away.
Charlotte looked down at Vince, but all she could see was the back of his head as he was still mostly hidden under her skirt. She delighted in the fact that she hadn't felt even a touch of self consciousness as those girls watched her fuck her husband's face. She hadn't considered stopping. In fact, dominating him in front of those women had proven far more arousing than expected, as if Charlotte enjoyed putting on a bit of a show.
As her orgasm neared, Charlotte found it increasingly difficult to stand, so she released Vince's hair and moved until she was leaning against the car to help her balance. He looked up at her for a moment and then wordlessly crawled between Charlotte's legs once more, lifted her skirt, and asked, "Can I make you cum?"
Charlotte smiled, grabbed a tight fistful of his hair, and pulled him between her legs. Vince went to work right away and she closed her eyes, rolled her head towards the sky, and moaned as he licked her clit and slipped two fingers inside her to provide a little extra stimulation.
It wasn't long before Charlotte had a long, hugely potent orgasm. It was yet another of the blissful sort she'd had since putting on the boots for the first time. She'd already grown accustomed to the pleasure and couldn't fathom being without climaxes of that sort. There was no chance she'd go back to the way things were, to a life focused far more on her husband's pleasure than her own.
"Thank you," Charlotte said as she released Vince's hair from her grasp, pulled her panties back over her pussy, and opened the car door to get in the passenger seat. "Now drive us home."
Vince hurried to his feet and rushed to the driver's side. The moment the car was on the road Charlotte leaned over, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his cock.
"How did it feel to eat my cunt with those two women watching?" she asked.
"I felt nervous, and a little self-conscious," he admitted, though he also moaned as Charlotte stroked his stiff dick. "At first, at least. Eventually it just felt...well, good. Kinky, really."
"And you liked that?" she asked.
Vince nodded. "It was exciting. After I got over the initial nervousness I realized that it would be fine, that you seemed to be in control and that the women just seemed find it amusing that you were...doing what you were doing."
"You mean fucking your face with my cunt?" she asked.
Vince groaned and Charlotte felt his cock swell in her hand, a surefire sign that he found her choice of words enthralling. "Yes," he said. "They seemed to like that."
"And what did you think about their suggestion that I sit on your face and make you eat my ass while I masturbate," Charlotte asked, as she couldn't quite get the notion of doing so out of her head.
"I...I don't know," he answered.
"You don't know if you want to eat my ass?" Charlotte asked. "You don't want to tongue fuck my tight little asshole while I masturbate?"
"I...I really don't know, Charlotte," he said. "That's...I mean, that's dirty."
It took but a moment for Charlotte to decide that she was absolutely going to sit on Vince's face and make him tongue fuck her asshole, as the idea sounded impossibly arousing, even mere minutes after dissipating her desire with an intense orgasm, as every bit of that desire had returned in an instant.
Charlotte turned her gaze towards the boots and smiled. They really were magical. Vince had kissed them and filled her with dominant energy. He'd expressed his hesitation about worshiping her ass and she'd experienced an immediate, intense surge of lust unlike any in her life, all because of the boots.
As soon as they got home, Vince was going to eat her ass whether he wanted to or not, and Charlotte had the lovely boots to thank for that, which is why she'd be wearing them while she sat on Vince's face, and she suspected it was far from the last time she'd enjoy such a pleasure.
