Once upon a time there was a girl who had boots that were just the fucking bomb and when she wore them everyone could not help themselves to oooooo all over the place because of her gracefulness, but sheer mod style that kept her looking sharp and sassy. The sex appeal was high volume around her, everywhere she went, and it wasn't long before she had men and some women tripping over themselves to try and fuck her, to get next to her boots. These boots, you see, and unbeknownst to her upon purchase were majik fuck boots. Oh, yes. She picked them up at a thrift store, so she knew not their history, or anything about the previous owner, but I know the story, so sit down on whatever you want, couch, chair, cock and get ready for a good fucking story....
*dreamy sounds wave over the thread now to bring us to a flashback in time*
Cold, wet and rainy was the scene and it was mid March so the trees were still skeletal in form, no buds emerging leaves yet. The rawness in the air made her head numb as she rambled down the road and she pursued her own feet it seemed. The old shoe smith shop had just finished her boots and she had strolled into town earlier to pick them up. She was rather pleased with them, but she was surprised how they felt when she walked in them. Like a sensually enveloping hand gripping her leg and massaging her to a pleasurable state. She couldn't believe the feelings that came over her, and usually in the cold air late Winter she could feel little of her body if she were exposed to the open air for as long.
It was as if there was someone guiding the boots as she walked, and as though they were rubbing, caressing, loving her legs and feet as a lover would. It had been a long time since her last boyfriend and she parted, and yes she craved the touch of a man, but she wasn't imagining this. Oddly as she approached her house, she had mind to turn and go through her gate but her boots just kept on walking and she had no way of stopping them. It was clear to her now that there was something very strange about these boots. She began to worry and she started to get scared, and yelled "STOP!" and they just stopped. "GO in that gate now!" and they hesitated, but you know, she gave it all she had and one good stomp to the boot and they trucked right though the gate and into the house.
She commanded the boots to stop in the foyer and to allow her release. She removes them, but she left them laying on the floor, afraid they may get up on their own, or something equally odd. She realized then that the rumors in town of the wife of the shoe smith being a bit of a sorceress must have all been true and these boots must have gotten mixed up with hers, so she decided to tell the boots to stay, and that she'd take them back and explain and return them.
The next day she decided to put the boots on because she simply didn't have any other good boots to wear on the muddy road to the village. So, so upon suiting herself up, she proceeded out the door, and she went out the gate. Everyone bustled through the neighborhood, as the day began fresh. The usual cloudy grayness had actually lifted and the sky was blue and bright. The young woman made her way down the road from her home and past houses and fields.
She noticed that the boots were automatically massaging, rubbing her legs and ankles and they began to make kissing feelings on her flesh and it became stronger and stronger as she would pass men who seemingly became amorously smitten upon sight of her. Men who had never shown their notice of her before. (It was the boots, duh) She began hearing whistles at her, and men would approach her as she walked by asking if she wanted to meet for a soda in the General Store, and things of the like. In these days, people drank coke and actually got some coke in it.
Anyway, she was just shocked at the forwardness, but she loved the attention. She actually started having second thoughts about returning the boots, so she rather instead accepted an invitation to share a drink with a handsome young man, who was not only strapping, but she'll come to find out later that he has a very ample cock and a nice fetish for pussy lapping.
They entered the General store and each got a cock and went and sat on the bench by the front window. It was unaccustomed in this time for people to openly display sexual affection, but these boots caught the attention of the shop clerk, the stock boy and the owner and it wasn't even time past half drunk bottles of soda before Mr. Whatever was pulling up little miss booty's skirt and pulling down her knickers. The shop clerk started molesting the stock boy, and as she pulled out his cock to start sucking it the owner came up behind her and began eating her pussy, readying it to insert his hardening man meat that he was so eagerly and tightly packing in his trousers.
The woman in the boots was astonished at the utmost forwardness of this socially unacceptable situation, but that felt so fucking good. So she allowed Mr. Whogivesashitwhathisname is to go down on her, fuck her, sodomize her and then never even call her in the morning. But, the next time he ran into her, she had another man, two girlfriends, and a Sears mail-order vibrator kit for them to all play with as they went around town to all the shops and had sexual escapades with the patrons and the shop keeps.
So, in her passing as an elderly old woman of Ninetyfuckingthree, the boots where passed along to charity, and they went from her to the thrift store were the girl found them for three dollars and she fucked her way through the 60's, 70's and 80's in them and is still fucking in them today!
Yes, there is a moral, or whatever.
These boots are made for fucking, and that's just what they'll make her do. One of these days these boots are gonna make her fuck you.... yeah yeah yeah....
Later taters.
*dreamy sounds wave over the thread now to bring us to a flashback in time*
Cold, wet and rainy was the scene and it was mid March so the trees were still skeletal in form, no buds emerging leaves yet. The rawness in the air made her head numb as she rambled down the road and she pursued her own feet it seemed. The old shoe smith shop had just finished her boots and she had strolled into town earlier to pick them up. She was rather pleased with them, but she was surprised how they felt when she walked in them. Like a sensually enveloping hand gripping her leg and massaging her to a pleasurable state. She couldn't believe the feelings that came over her, and usually in the cold air late Winter she could feel little of her body if she were exposed to the open air for as long.
It was as if there was someone guiding the boots as she walked, and as though they were rubbing, caressing, loving her legs and feet as a lover would. It had been a long time since her last boyfriend and she parted, and yes she craved the touch of a man, but she wasn't imagining this. Oddly as she approached her house, she had mind to turn and go through her gate but her boots just kept on walking and she had no way of stopping them. It was clear to her now that there was something very strange about these boots. She began to worry and she started to get scared, and yelled "STOP!" and they just stopped. "GO in that gate now!" and they hesitated, but you know, she gave it all she had and one good stomp to the boot and they trucked right though the gate and into the house.
She commanded the boots to stop in the foyer and to allow her release. She removes them, but she left them laying on the floor, afraid they may get up on their own, or something equally odd. She realized then that the rumors in town of the wife of the shoe smith being a bit of a sorceress must have all been true and these boots must have gotten mixed up with hers, so she decided to tell the boots to stay, and that she'd take them back and explain and return them.
The next day she decided to put the boots on because she simply didn't have any other good boots to wear on the muddy road to the village. So, so upon suiting herself up, she proceeded out the door, and she went out the gate. Everyone bustled through the neighborhood, as the day began fresh. The usual cloudy grayness had actually lifted and the sky was blue and bright. The young woman made her way down the road from her home and past houses and fields.
She noticed that the boots were automatically massaging, rubbing her legs and ankles and they began to make kissing feelings on her flesh and it became stronger and stronger as she would pass men who seemingly became amorously smitten upon sight of her. Men who had never shown their notice of her before. (It was the boots, duh) She began hearing whistles at her, and men would approach her as she walked by asking if she wanted to meet for a soda in the General Store, and things of the like. In these days, people drank coke and actually got some coke in it.
Anyway, she was just shocked at the forwardness, but she loved the attention. She actually started having second thoughts about returning the boots, so she rather instead accepted an invitation to share a drink with a handsome young man, who was not only strapping, but she'll come to find out later that he has a very ample cock and a nice fetish for pussy lapping.
They entered the General store and each got a cock and went and sat on the bench by the front window. It was unaccustomed in this time for people to openly display sexual affection, but these boots caught the attention of the shop clerk, the stock boy and the owner and it wasn't even time past half drunk bottles of soda before Mr. Whatever was pulling up little miss booty's skirt and pulling down her knickers. The shop clerk started molesting the stock boy, and as she pulled out his cock to start sucking it the owner came up behind her and began eating her pussy, readying it to insert his hardening man meat that he was so eagerly and tightly packing in his trousers.
The woman in the boots was astonished at the utmost forwardness of this socially unacceptable situation, but that felt so fucking good. So she allowed Mr. Whogivesashitwhathisname is to go down on her, fuck her, sodomize her and then never even call her in the morning. But, the next time he ran into her, she had another man, two girlfriends, and a Sears mail-order vibrator kit for them to all play with as they went around town to all the shops and had sexual escapades with the patrons and the shop keeps.
So, in her passing as an elderly old woman of Ninetyfuckingthree, the boots where passed along to charity, and they went from her to the thrift store were the girl found them for three dollars and she fucked her way through the 60's, 70's and 80's in them and is still fucking in them today!
Yes, there is a moral, or whatever.
These boots are made for fucking, and that's just what they'll make her do. One of these days these boots are gonna make her fuck you.... yeah yeah yeah....
Later taters.
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