I knew what I was doing was wrong. I shouldn't have been looking at her like that. I shouldn't have been thinking about her that way. But god, she was gorgeous. Even after such a terribly long day at work. Even then, as filthy as she was, I wanted her so badly.
As I sat across the living room from her, I couldn't help but watch as she fell back exhausted, into the oversized recliner. It was obvious that she had had a rough day. 'The poor thing,' I thought to myself as I watched her lay back and with a soft, deep sigh, stretch her long, thin legs out across the ottomen. 'Oh the poor, little thing.'
There were so many inappropriate thoughts spinning wildly around in my head as I studied her from the corner of my eye. If only she knew how absolutely adorable she was. Laying there so innocently in her filthy, loose-fitting work shirt, with the top two buttons pulled open. Exposing a tiny piece of her pale, umblimished skin.
If only she knew how badly that made me want her. How painfully hard she made me. Just at the sight of her petite, young body swallowed up her baggy, worn out, work clothes. They were disgustingly dirty and nowhere near flattering enough for her perfection, but I didn't care. To me, no matter what, she was beautiful.
Her sudden movement caught me off guard and as I watched her, I could instantly feel my heart begin to race. She did nothing more than sit up and stretch her thin, little arms out above her head. That's all she had to do though to send my cock throbbing wildly. All I had to see was her back arched and her tiny chest pushed out.
I had to take a long, deep breath, just to maintain as I watched her pull her dirty, make-up stained collar loose and slowly slip her bony, little fingers around the back of her neck. As she did, I couldn't help but smile as I listened to her quietly whimpering while she gently messaged her tired muscles.
When she took her ponytail down, a greasy mess of incredibly long, stringy, black hair spilled out everywhere. Causing me to gasp softly. I had always loved watching her take her hair down. It was so long and flowing, making for a truly dramatic and breath-taking performance. It took her a moment to run her little fingers through the entire length and fluff it out. But when she was finished, each long, dirty strand fell perfectly into place. Framing her pretty, little, unblimished cheeks as the rest fell down the middle of her back. Far, far below her shoulders.
I could feel my cock, already thick and throbbing, begin to push painfully against the front of my jeans, the instant she stood up in front of me. God, her skinny, young body was unbelievable. With her back to me, I found myself staring at her beautiful, little ass. Easily tracing the outline of her tiny panties through her tight, black pants. Which wrapped perfectly around each of her perky, little, heart shaped mounds..
My throat clinched as I watched her slowly pull her grease stained button up out from beneath her pants. As she did, she mistakenly pulled her adorable, little panties out as well. Not to much, but just enough to cause the bright blue band to twist and bunch up around her thin, little waist.
As she began to unbutton her shirt, I caught myself, silently counting each one. Anxiously waiting for it open and expose the small, incredibly tight tank top she wore underneath. I couldn't help but watch as she stood there, adjusting herself. As she did, I could see that the skin at the small of her back was so pale and flawless. And down the middle, there was a deep, little, perfect crease with tight, little muscles to each side.
I could almost feel my heart melt the instant she turned to me with her sweet, little smile. God, I wanted her so badly, it hurt. She was so adorable. Simply standing there with her dirty, little button up pulled open. Hanging down, off her thin, little, pale skinned shoulders. Her extra small, extra tight tank top, that she no doubtly had to buy in the children's section, wrapped snuggle around her tiny, almost non-existent chest.
Slowly, she bent over and propped herself up on the arm of the couch next to me. When she did, the tiny, bright blue, push up bra she wore pulled what perky, little titties she did have to the center. Magically giving her the appearence of having clevage. There was barely a wrinkle in her tight, little tank top as she stood there, leaned over. Gently running her fingertips across her firm, little calf muscles.
Only God himself could've created something so amazing. So perfect. Even bent over, like she was, every line, every curve was perfectly placed. Her tiny titties didn't sag. There was no obscene fat roll hanging down. She had a natural arch to her back that led beautifully to her narrow, little hips. Her skinny, young body was perfect.
I couldn't help but smile as I watched her greatfully kick her sneakers off with a tired, little sigh. I don't know if it was because she was so close to me, or she had worked really hard that day, but the fragrance of her little feet mixing with her sweetly scented purfume quickly flooded my nose. Sending my head spinning madly out of control. I tried desperately not to look so obvious as I sat there, rubbing my swollen cock through my pocket as I watched her lay back in the recliner again and pull her dirty, sock covered feet up front of her.
Suddenly, the entire world seemed to disappear as I watched her, gently messaging her aching, little feet. After standing up all day, I could understand her smile as she ran her little fingertips along her deep, filthy arches. As she let out a soft, little groan, I couldn't help but notice how clean and white the tops of her tiny ankle socks were, while the bottoms were blackened. Stained by her perfect, little, sweaty footprint.
It was a struggle, but I remained quiet as I touched myself. Counting each one of her dirty, little toes. Easily tracing the slinder, little outline from the balls of her tiny feet all the way back to her smooth, round heels. I could clearly see every inch of her small, tender feet that had been pressed so harshly against the inside of her shoes. It was sad to see something so precious, so abused. I wanted nothing more than to kneel down in front of her and scoop her feet up. Sweaty, little socks and all.
I had often tried to imagine how soft her tiny, tender feet would feel in my hands. What it would feel like to run my fingertips across each one of her dirty, little wrinkles. Suddenly though, she jumped up without a word, breaking my concentration. But as disappointed as I was to see her skip happily from the room, I did get to watch her slowly pull the dirty button up off. Teasing me with inch after inch of her beautiful, bare skin as she walked away.
"I'm going to take a shower," I could hear her call out as she disappeared from sight.
When she was gone, I looked around the room for something else to entertain myself with until she returned. That's when I discovered that she had left her dirty, little sneakers on the floor beside me. I was smart though. I waited a moment to see if anyone would come into the livingroom, and when I was sure that no one would inturrupt me, for at least a few minutes. I leaned forward, pretending to tie my shoe.
As I did, I reached over and pulled her tiny sneakers closer to me. So I could better examine them. They were just an ordinary pair of worn out, black sneakers. The heel of both shoes were broken down from being on her feet all day and the tag on the underside of the tongue had almost completely faded from the wear, but I could still make out the size 4 that had once been clearly printed on the little label.
Slowly, I pushed my fingers deeper inside. Almost instantly, I could feel that the warm, damp reminance of her sweat and right then, I wanted nothing more than to bury my nose in her dirty, little sneakers. Just so I could simply savor her incredible scent against my face as I jerked off. But I couldn't do that. So I was forced to settle with leaving my hand inside her shoe. Giving her musky aroma a moment to soak into my fingers.
As I sat back on the couch again and brought my hand up to my nose, my entire body instantly began to tremble. God, her sweaty fragrance was absolutely amazing. It was beginning to be more and more difficult not to look so obvious that I was rubbing my swollen cock through my pocket. I couldn't get enough of her. I had to have more of her scent, so I pushed my hand back inside. Reaching as deep as I could, until I felt the tiny impressions her adorable, little toes left behind.
When I pulled my hand back, I was pleasantly surprised to find my fingertips glistening with the sweat that had saturated her broken down soles. Quickly, I looked up to see if anyone was watching me. No one was. So, as casually as possible, I brought my hand up to my mouth and gently smeared her pugnant moisture across my lips.
I thought I was ready, but the salty taste of her filthy, little feet had almost proved to be to much. It took everything I had just to keep from cumming all over myself as I quickly licked her sweaty mess off my fingers. God, I wanted to, so badly. The more I tasted of her, the more painful the knots in my stomach became. The more furiously my enormous cock twitched and throbbed. The more desperate I became to cum for her.
Suddenly, I heard her bouncing her way through the house and just as I sat back she magically appeared in the doorway. I pretended to not pay her any attention as she walked across the room in her little pajamas. Her long, black hair she had wrapped up in a towel on top of her head. Her perfect, little body was clean once again and unlike her sweaty, little sneakers, she smelled incredibly sweet. The fruity scent of her soaps and lotions, the instant she walked into the room.
The blood pumping through my cock was almost boiling as I watched her plop down in the recliner again and bring her beautiful, little bare feet up, beneath her. She was absolutely amazing sitting there in her tight, little tank top and a pair of the tiniest, most adorable pajama shorts I had ever seen on her. She didn't have on a bra this time, not that her perky, little titties needed one anyway. But without it, I could finally see her tiny, hard nipples poking through the thin material.
Without drawing to much attention to myself, I glanced over her milky white thighs. Searching inbetween her soft, freshly shaven legs for a tiny opening, but it was no use. Her little pajama shorts were far to tight to leave any gaps in the soft, fuzzy material. But that didn't matter. With absolutely no trace of her precious panties, I found my instantly imagining how great it would be to feel her tight, little slit as I ran my fingertips over her gooey crotch.
The sudden feeling of cum beginning to slowly ooze from the tip of my cock, as I thought about her, caught me off gaurd. God, I wanted her so badly my entire body had begun to tremble. So I got up as quickly as I could and aburtly left the room. I couldn't let everyone see how incredibly hard she had made me. So, I disappeared into the bathroom that she had just left and locked the door behind me.
It was still steamy in the cramped, little bathroom and on the foggy mirror I could see her tiny fingerprints, where she had tried to wipe it clear with her hand. There were still beads of water running down the inside of the shower door and when I opened it, I was instantly hit with the overwhelming fragrance of her fruity soaps and shampoos. I couldn't stand it any longer. Quickly, I loosened my belt and unzipped my jeans. As I did, my thick, swollen cock sprung out and already there was long strand of goo clinging to the tip.
I stood there for a moment, gripping my extremely hard cock as tightly as I could, trying to imagine her in the shower. I could picture her, gently touching herself. Slowly running her little hands over every tiny inch of her petite, young body. God, just the thought of her was enough to send my heart racing wildly. But the thought of simply watching her touching herself sent tremors coursing throughout my body. Stretching my, already throbbing cock out even further.
God, just the thought of her bathing herself made me want to cum. She could be so snobby sometimes, so I was sure that she was probably quite methodical and meticulous when it came to washing herself. I could easily see her taking her time. Making sure that she had gotten every inch of her perfect, little body.
I could picture her making absolutely sure that she had gotten behind her ears and under her neck. From there, she'd slowly slide her little bathpoof down her chest. I could see her pulling her tiny titties up to wash them. Gently squeezing at herself and whimpering softly as she did. Her tiny hand would then slip down to her bony, little ribs and along her tight, little tummy. All the way down to her tiny, neatly trimmed pussy. I had never seen it but I knew that she was far to prim and proper to be completely shaved. I pictured her with a perfect, little patch of curly, black hair between her legs in the shape of an adorable rectangle.
I had to force myself to pull away from the thought for a moment, but as I looked around the tiny bathroom, I found a hamper in the closet. Filled with a variety of women's dirty clothes. But there, right on top was the adorable, little panties that she had been wearing earlier. Still sitting just as pretty as she had left them.
I could feel my head beginning to spin as I slowly knelt down and picked them up. I took a moment to closely examine her incredibly tiny, size 2 panties and instantly, I could tell that she must have gotten fucked hard the night before, because the tiny, stained crotch was crusty and damp. It was almost unbelievible how perfect they were. How perfect her skinny, young body was.
I could instantly feel my excitement building as I slowly brought the thin, filthy material to my nose and inhaled as deeply as I could. The magical scent of her magnificent, little pussy was more than I could've ever hoped for. More intoxicating than I ever imagined. I couldn't help but pound my thick, throbbing cock as the fragrance of her youth filled my head and forced my entire body to shake violently.
My desperation hurt so badly it consumed me. And while every fiber of being struggled against it, every inch of me longed to feel her. To simply taste her, if nothing else. So, in my hopelessness, I slowly slid my tongue through the filthy, little crotch. Tasting the sweetness of her innocence for the first time. And god, it was fantastic. So much more than I had expected.
I couldn't help but feel a sharp tinge of jealousy as I took the crusty mess left behind and wrapped it tightly around my thick shaft. She was far to young and sweet to have made such a nasty mess for him. I imagined the different ways her tiny panties could've gotten so dirty. Did he get to rub her perfect, little pussy through her panties? Was he kissing her while he did? Did he get to savor the taste of her spit off her soft, little, pink tongue?
I tried to shake the thoughts, but the visions of her laying there in his bed, twisted and twirled their way through my head. One after the other until I could barely breathe. Her thin, long legs spread wide apart. His fingertips gently slipping down the inside of her tiny, milky white thighs. The way she'd whine and coo at his touch. God, I wanted to cum for her so badly.
I don't know why I looked back down at the pile of dirty laundry. My head was spinning madly. Far to wildly for me to collect my thoughts. As I did though, the sight of her greasy work clothes immediately caught my eye. So, quickly, I gathered them up and began laying her filthy, little clothes out across the bathroom floor.
First, her tiny, spagetti-strapped tank top. It was so small and tight on her. When I held the soft, white material against my face I could smell the sweet scent of her purfume blended with sweat. Creating such an intoxicating scent. Next, I found her cheap, little, Dollar Store bra hanging on the back of the door. The tag on the inside took my breath away. 34A. Her tiny titties were perfect.
When I found her filthy, little ankle socks, I though back to earlier in the livingroom, when I watched her gently rubbing her tiny, aching feet. When I held the dirty, sweat-soaked socks up to my face, I couldn't help but instantly gasp. The pugant aroma of her sweaty, little feet was stronger than what I could scoop up, out of her sneakers. I didn't waste my time, licking at the tiny, black footprint. Instead, I took one and stuffed it in my mouth and the other, I slid over my enormous cock.
It took a moment for me to lay her dirty clothes out on the floor. I wanted her to be perfect. When I had her where I wanted her, I knelt down. Her clothes in front of me. Her tiny sock was to small to cover my entire cock, but I still used it to jerk myself off with as I held her little bra against my face again. Slowly, I slid my tongue along the inside of the tiny cups. Imagining it was her perky, little, pink nipples I was licking at. The scent of vanilla quickly flooded my senses.
Instantly, I was hallucinating. Her tiny, young body, trembling beneath me. Her long, black hair spread out across the bathroom floor. She was rubbing her tiny titties as she watched me jerking off for her. I could hear her whimpering softly as I gently rubbed my massively swollen cock against her little panties. Threatening to penetrate her tight, little pussy.
I couldn't help but smile as I jerked myself off to the perfect, little outline of her spectacular body, laid out for me. I held the filthy crotch of her panties in my mouth as I imagined seeing her big, brown, doe eyes filled with desperation. Her extremely long hair twisted around my hand, holding her in place on the bathroom floor as she begged me to cum.
"Please," I could hear her cry. "Please cum all over me."
I hadn't meant too, but as I pictured her, laying there between my legs, playing with herself. I felt my swollen cock begin to twitch. Quickly, I took her panties and held them out. Hoping to catch as much of the long, gooey strands of cum as I could with the already saturated crotch. God, it felt so incredible to cum all over something that was so close to her perfect, little pussy. That had been soaked through with her pee and juices.
I wish she could've been there to see how much I loved her petite, young body. To see just how incredibly hard she had made me. Suddenly, my cock began to twitch wildly and globs of cum shot out uncontrollably. Before I had the chance to stop myself, I had filled her tiny crotch so full that cum dripped down all over her tank top and bra and as well.
God, if only she had been there. Laying there beneath me, on the nasty, bathroom floor. She wouldn't have even had to ask. I would've happily licked up every drop of cum that had spilled out
