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Absolute Devotion Ch. 12

The cabin was much as Grandpa had described it, on a peaceful lake, surrounded by woods, and with Adirondack furniture on the porch. What he didn't describe very well was the interior, which contained two well-worn cots with stained sheets, a wobbly table with four rusty folding chairs around it, and a kitchen that included, amongst other things, an old man making a salad.

"Hi, I'm Victor," the man said. "I'll be done making this salad in a jiffy."

"Good to meet you, Victor. I didn't know we'd have company."

"Well, if I know Richie, he is eager to get that young lady into one of the beds, so I won't be getting in the way. I just thought I'd make a salad in case any of you were hungry after the long drive."

"I'm Grandma," I told him. "This is Whitney, and you already know Grandpa."

"Yeah, Grandpa, Richie, whatever he's going by these days is fine. Back when we were icing guys together in the mob, Richie used to get all the ladies, especially the young ones."

"Is that right?" Whitney asked Grandpa. "Well, someone wasn't being honest when they said they were lonely, were they?"

"That was a long time ago, sweet cheeks. That was back before you were born."

"Aw, Grandpa, did you used to be a real hit with the ladies?" Whitney asked, smiling.

"I know my way around the courtyard, if that's what you mean. I was thinking about making some beef stroganoff, anyone interested?"

"Are these binoculars?" I asked as I picked up a pair of binoculars.

"That they are," said Victor.

"Can I look through them with my peepers?" I asked.

"Sure, our house is your house."

I used the binoculars to scan the area around the cabin for any sign of the two detectives. Having gotten zero confirmation that they were still watching us, I had to assume they had gotten lost or been detained until I had proof that they were still following us.

"I like your tube top," Victor told Whitney. "I bet it comes off real easy."

"Just one swift motion is all it takes," she said before making that required motion and tossing the tube top onto the kitchen counter. "It isn't like I have much in the way of boobs anyway."

"Oh my, sweetie, you need to cover up. There are gentlemen present," I told her after giving up on the binoculars.

"Aw, come on Grandma," Victor said. "Ain't no harm done. You should live a little."

"Why stop with just the top?" Grandpa asked her. "We're all alone up here, Whitney. Why don't you get naked for us?"

"What kind of girl do you think I am?" she asked indignantly.

"How about you, Grandma? Why don't you take some of those clothes off? It's a little hot for a dress like that and that thick, rubbery pantyhose you're wearing."

"These are my medical tights!" I yelled out hoarsely.

Grandpa went into a closet and came out wearing just boxer shorts, a Hawaiian shirt he didn't bother to button up, and leather sandals. It was almost the same outfit Victor was wearing, except the boxers were different, as well as the print on the Hawaiian shirt.

"Come on, Granny, take your knickers off," coached Victor.

Someone knocked on the door and Grandpa went to answer it. After he saw who it was, he came back into the cabin and told me, "It's for you."

It was a man dressed like a park ranger and he looked nervous.

"Can I help you, dear?" I asked him.

"Two people in a van asked me to come up here and tell you something."

"Tell me what, for heaven's sake?"

"They just said to tell you that they are watching."

"Watching? How horrifying!"

I slammed the door and went back into the cabin looking mortified.

"What's wrong, Grandma?" asked the topless Whitney.

"Some perverts are watching us and they sent a man to tell us about it."

"That's disgusting," said Whitney. "I hope they like the show. Fucking perverts."

"Why don't we give them their money's worth?" Victor suggested. "If a pair of pervs want to watch, let's give them something to watch."

Victor walked over to a big window at the front end of the cabin. He looked out through the window and then pulled down his boxers. The old gray mare probably wasn't what it used to be, but he wasn't afraid to shake it around.

"Come and get it, piggy!" he screeched while looking at Whitney.

Grandpa joined in, squealing and oinking he grabbed Whitney's ass and pushed her towards Victor. "Soooooo... EEEEEEEEEE! Soooooooooo... EEEEEEEEEE!"

"Okay, stop!" Whitney yelled out, starting to cry. "You guys are getting out of control."

"What did you think you were coming up here for, crochet and mountain air?" Grandpa laughed.

"No, look, I'm just saying this is getting out of hand," she said.

"Let's be gentlemen, fellas, this young lady has asked you to stop..."

"Cut the fucking act, dude. We know you're a fucking guy," Victor snapped at me. "Did you really think anyone was going to buy this whole 'Grandma' act?"

"I bought it," Grandpa told his friend, looking suddenly confused. "Are you sure Grandma is a guy?"

"Yes, you fucking idiot, Grandma is a guy. I could tell that the moment he walked in here."

"How about me?" Whitney asked.

"We'll get to you," Victor sneered. "Coming up here all dressed like that and you think we're going to have tea and cribbage? Fucking unbelievable."

Whitney grabbed the top of her shorts and pulled them down. She had a very small, but quite complete, set of two testicles and one penis.

"What the fuck?"

I was completely confused. How could a guy have great legs like Whitney had? It was inconceivable and I found myself questioning my entire identity and missing most of what happened over the next few minutes.

Then I interrupted whatever everyone was saying and blurted out, "I think you have great legs, Whitney, and I don't care if you're a guy."

"I'm transitioning," she told me defiantly. "Don't call me a guy."

"If my girlfriend breaks up with me to marry Dirk, will you let me jerk off on your legs?" I asked.

"Yeah, let me give you my number when all this is over with," Whitney said and then pushed a button on her late 1970s style digital watch and said into it, "Okay, we're good to go. Bring it."

I suddenly put two and two together and realized Whitney was the undercover informant working for the drug cops. She was bringing in her people to arrest Victor. I couldn't have that. I couldn't disappoint Detective Haggerty.

I was still wired so I put my head down the front of my blouse and yelled out, "Okay, we're good to go. Bring it."

The door burst open and Detective Haggerty and Detective Rosewood came through the door with guns drawn. The park ranger fellow was with them, except he was now wearing a police uniform.

"Where did you guys come from?" I asked. "I've been trying to confirm that you've been keeping up with us all day."

"Police! Get down on the floor, hands behind your head!" Detective Haggerty called out, looking back and forth between Victor and Grandpa. Victor reached behind a curtain and I could see he had grabbed a gun. I shrieked like a woman and threw myself on the ground crying.

"Back up, bitch," Victor told her.

"Fuck you, asshole," Detective Haggerty growled and fired her gun, hitting him in the arm and forcing him to drop the gun. "Get on the floor, you fucking piece of shit!"

Grandpa tried to run, but Detective Rosewood hit him in the gut and he dropped down on the floor. Rosewood put handcuffs on Grandpa while Haggerty and Victor Dibella continued their standoff. Victor wouldn't get on the floor, even with a bullet in his arm, and Detective Haggerty was getting very annoyed.

Seeing Detective Haggerty in action got me very aroused. She was so strong and confident and when she made up her mind about something, she got it done. She was forceful, reasonably attractive, and had very nice feet that liked to make me happy.

"Get down on the floor, shithead, or the next bullet goes in your fucking head!" Detective Haggerty yelled. "On the floor, moron!"

I looked over at where Detective Haggerty was standing and saw her feet in her open toed high heels. With her standing in the position she went into when she was shooting bad people, her foot looked strong, dominant, and deadly sexy. I also liked that she had painted her nails fire engine red. I was left licking my chops as I stared at her feet and then tried to determine what her legs looked like based on the way the tight jeans she was wearing fit.

Once I heard her say, "Good decision, Dibella," followed by, "Cuff him, Rosewood," I knew it was over. I lunged forward and began kissing Detective Haggerty's exposed toes, the top of her foot, and covered her high heels with affectionate kisses.

"Wow," said Detective Haggerty as she looked down at me. "I guess when you're hooked, you're hooked. Eh, foot boy."

"Now I know why you call him that," laughed Rosewood.

Detective Haggerty kicked off her shoe and let me go to town on her entire foot. I ran my tongue up and down the full length of the top of her foot with long, wide strokes, like I was painting a house and enjoying it much more than I would if I were actually painting a house.

"I love your feet," I cried. "I love your feet, Detective Haggerty."

"Please, foot boy, call me Laura."

As Detective Rosewood and the police officer who pretended to be a park ranger led Victor Dibella and Richie Marcello out of the cabin in handcuffs, I stopped licking Laura's feet long enough to look up at her and tell her, "That park ranger cop guy isn't on the up and up. He came up here a little while ago and told me that there were two people in a van who were watching us."

"He was talking about me and Rosewood, you fucking idiot," she sighed. "Okay, leave my foot alone for a second. I have to get those two guys back to the city. We'll hook up later."

Detective Haggerty, or Laura as she wanted me to call her, shocked me by pulling me up off the ground with her superior detective strength, tore off my old lady wig, and then gave me a big kiss, right on the lips. My body temperature was increased by two degrees when she kissed me, and did not return to its normal temperature for almost a half hour after that.

Two men with long hair and sunglasses showed up at the door after Victor and Grandpa were led away. I was about to ask them if they were the perverts we'd been told were watching us when Whitney walked towards them, shaking her head.

"You guys are like twenty minutes too late," she told them. "Haggerty and that detective with the cheap-ass suit just walked off with both of them."

"I told you we parked way too far away," one of the longhaired cops said to the other before they began to jostle in the doorway. After a little shoving match, they fell onto the ground outside the cabin and started rolling down the hill together, like a scene from a cartoon, surrounded by a cloud of dust with arms and legs flying in every direction.

"So, you are really into feet, eh, Grandma?" asked Whitney.

"I'm not really an old lady," I told her.

"Yeah, we know that," she said. "You look like you're kind of cute underneath all those layers of wool and whatever. Would you like to get naked and go swimming in the lake with me?"

"I have a very wimpy build," I told her as she started to unbutton my clothes.

"I'm not perfect either," Whitney said. "How about a swim?"

"I have a girlfriend," I told her.

"Detective Haggerty?"

"No, my girlfriend's name is Erica. She's the most beautiful woman in the world and she has the hottest legs and feet in the universe."

"You seemed awful familiar with Haggerty."

"I sometimes cheat on my girlfriend with her," I explained. "Erica doesn't mind because Detective Haggerty makes me do it and I'm not strong enough to resist because she's a police detective with special powers."

"She's not jealous?" Whitney asked after stripping me down to the giant, 1950s era brassiere I was wearing under my old lady blouse and jacket.

"They don't like each other and some day they will probably have a catfight if what I saw earlier this morning is any indication."

"Wow, that's kind of hot," Whitney told me as she removed my bra and let the five balled up socks I'd forced into each cup fall onto the floor. "Women fight over you, eh? How often does that happen?"

"This is the first time."

"You're not so wimpy looking," Whitney said as she moved her hands over my bare, pasty torso. "You're just kind of boyish."

"I'm not all there, and sometimes my porch light doesn't go on, but I'm not sure if you are a girl or a boy. I don't want to say the wrong thing, but I am attracted to you and I'm afraid to look at your feet because you have a penis."

"I'm wearing sneakers," she told me. "What does my penis have to do with my feet?"

"Well, I don't understand. Are they boy feet or girl feet? I like girl feet, but I don't like boy feet."

"What if you look at them and decide?"

"I have to know first," I insisted.

"Why?"

"Because I only like girl feet, that's why!"

Whitney kicked off her shoes and took my head in her hands. "I'm a girl who was born with a penis and now I'm becoming the woman I was always meant to be."

"Girls can be born with penises?"

"Yes, they can," she told me. "Look at my feet."

Whitney was about 5'8" tall with long legs and a thin body. She had curves but barely anything in the way of breasts. She wasn't pale, but had light skin, long blonde hair, and a round face. She didn't look like a boy to me, and certainly not like a man, but although she seemed very feminine I had a great deal of trouble reconciling that with the fact that she had man parts between her legs.

Still, I couldn't resist the temptation to look at her feet, especially after she asked me to.

One look at her feet told me everything I needed to know. This was no boy. This was a girl. This was a woman. Her feet were so beautiful I struggled to find the words needed to properly describe them. It was hard to know where to start.

She had these fat little toes that stretched just long enough to make them the most delicious looking toes I'd ever seen. She had high arches like Erica, but the lines and wrinkles that ran through them looked as if they'd been engineered for maximum artistic value. She had strong heels, slightly callused but in a very subtle way, unlike the severe calluses that marked Detective Haggerty's heel. Her ankles were prominent and subdued at the same time, and I found myself staring, unable to look away.

"Your feet are gorgeous," I told her after taking a deep breath. "I want to devour them."

She put her sneakers back on and took me by the hand, leading me to the front window of the cabin and pointing out the dense forest that lead through the hills and up into the mountains.

"That view is gorgeous," she told me. "My feet are just feet."

"I accept that this view is gorgeous," I told her very seriously, "but your feet are also gorgeous."

"And the rest of me?"

"You have very beautiful legs, almost too beautiful for this world," I told her. "The penis and whatnot is a bit distracting, but I understand now that you were born with them as some kind of punishment for something you did in a previous life."

"You really think that's what happened?" she asked.

"You weren't supposed to be a boy when you were born. This is obvious to me now."

"No one has ever said that to me before," Whitney told me. "You're the first."

"I say a lot of different things," I told her. "You probably shouldn't put too much faith in my words. I'm not all there."

Whitney ran her fingers through my hair and smiled at me. "I think you're wonderful just the way you are."

"Does that mean you want me to worship your feet and do everything you say?"

Whitney laughed. "No, silly, that means I like you. I think you are a really great guy and I also think you sell yourself short. You're too hard on yourself. You say you're not all there, but you are all there. I can see it in your eyes."

"Maybe I'm all there somewhere in there, but I'm not all there on the outside where it counts."

"It is what is inside that counts, silly boy," she smiled. "You act the way you do, like you don't comprehend what's going on, because you don't want people to see the real you. Maybe you are afraid if you show them who you really are they'll hate you or hurt you, but you like to be hurt, you like to be humiliated, and you like it when women make you crawl around on the floor kissing their feet. You get great pleasure from that. I could see it when Detective Haggerty was in here."

"I like to worship women's feet very much."

"That isn't anything to be ashamed of. I think it's great. What is this girlfriend of yours like? I think you said her name is Erica?"

"Yes, Erica is my girlfriend. I had to take her away from Mike because he didn't respect her. I love her very much. My heart belongs to her along with most, but preferably all, of my erections."

"I can see you're hard right now. You're pitching a tent."

"I'm hard constantly," I told her. "I have to masturbate at least ten times a day or I suffer mental damage from buildup of semen."

"That's an urban myth," Whitney told me. "Semen doesn't back up into your brain."

"But if I don't jerk off ten or more times a day I start to act crazy."

"Would you like to explore the woods with me today?" Whitney asked.

"I don't want to get lost."

"I'll make sure you know where you are and how to get back," smiled Whitney. "And if you want, we could spend the night together here. It isn't like Victor and Grandpa are going to come back."

"I couldn't figure out, you know, back at Highlights, why you were so willing to go along with Grandpa's desire to have sex with you. I thought maybe you got off on having old men grope you and put their dicks inside you. That kind of grossed me out, but at the same time turned me on, but that might have been on account of my constant boner. The thing is, I was concerned about you. I didn't want you to be taken advantage of by that old man."

"The reason I played along with Grandpa was so we could find Victor and arrest him. Well, to be honest, before Victor got arrested and escaped I was working with the police to get information from him about people in the mob. I've been working Victor for months, had him wrapped around my finger, and I never did anything more than blow him a few times out in the alley."

"But you were forced to do that, right? Sort of like I was forced to lick Detective Haggerty's feet?"

"It was so I could keep him on the hook and convince him I wasn't a cop. I'm not a cop, I'm a confidential informant, so I have some leeway as far as things like sucking cock, taking drugs, getting handed fists full of hundred dollars bills, and stuff like that."

"I see."

Whitney stripped me naked, down to my granny panties, even taking the time to unhook my garter belts and pull off my thick, gray stockings.

"I didn't bring a change of clothes," I told her solemnly. "I needed to maintain my cover story."

Whitney went over to the overnight bag she'd brought and took out a t-shirt and a pair of bright pink short shorts. She handed them to me and said, "You can wear these."

"Those are girl clothes."

"You've been dressed like an old lady all morning. I don't think this would be too big of a stretch for you," Whitney said. "Just think of it like you got your youth back."

"My youth?"

"You were an old lady and then a miracle happened and you were young again."

"That sounds very exciting," I told her as I accepted the clothes and looked for somewhere to change. "It also allows me to maintain my secret identity on a whole different level."

"You can change in the bathroom," Whitney said and pointed to the hallway behind the kitchen.

After I changed in the bathroom, I looked in the mirror and tried to decide if I looked like I could pass for a younger woman. I had fooled everyone with my old lady disguise, but this was a bit more difficult to pull off. I was very skinny, pasty, and had zero muscle definition. I didn't find my legs attractive, as they were thin and boney. My knobby knees were wider than my thighs and my calves were like bones with skin wrapped tightly around them. No one would ever be fooled by this disguise.
I found an old pair of boots in the corner of the bathroom. They fit me fairly well, despite being a little bit loose. I put them on, tied the laces, and went back out to the main room of the cabin.

"You look nice," Whitney told me. "How about we go for a walk in the woods?"

After we had walked into the woods and spent twenty minutes looking at trees, birds, and other wonders of the forest world, Whitney took my hand in hers. We walked hand in hand along the trails that meandered here and there. I smiled.

"I'd like to be your girlfriend," Whitney told me. "I wouldn't make you do anything, and I wouldn't boss you around. We could just be together, have fun, and maybe even fall in love."

"That sounds weird," I told her.

"I'm going to complete my transition in a few months," she told me. "After the surgery maybe you'll think it isn't so weird."

"I'm not worried about that," I told her. "I'm really wimpy and you're very beautiful and if you don't tell me what to do and take control I won't know what to do."

There was a group of people up ahead in a clearing. We slowed down our walk so we could see what was going on. There was a man with a video camera filming a woman in a torn dress who was running very slowly away from a man in a bear costume. We decided to go in a different direction.

We stopped under a tree, where Whitney gently took my right hand, the one in the cast, and while continuing to hold my left hand as she had been doing for a half an hour, she drew me closer. I was so close to her very pretty face that I got nervous and my erection popped out of my shorts.

"Kiss me," she said.

"You mean kiss your feet?"

"No, silly, kiss ME."

It was a very exciting proposition, so I leaned in awkwardly, my lips on a collision course with hers, and I quickly kissed her and tried to pull away. As I did that, she let go of my hand, reached up behind my head and pulled my head towards her.

She kissed me and I saw stars. She was kissing me on the mouth the way I kissed Erica and Detective Haggerty's feet. Her mouth opened, her tongue slid into my mouth, and I couldn't resist. I kissed her back, the same way, and then I realized we were making out like I'd seen people do in commercials for condoms.

Whitney fell back onto the soft grass of the forest and pulled me down on top of her. She continued to kiss me and, as she traced kisses up the side of my face, she whispered into my ear, "Take me any way you want, do anything you want, but do it because you want to do it, not because I'm making you."

"Is that an order?" I asked after catching my breath.

"No, that was consent," she said.

"So, like, um, I can do anything I want?"

"Well, don't beat my head in with a rock or anything like that, but yeah. Anything you want."

"Do women like that?" I asked as I struggled with confusion over what was happening.

"What do you mean?"

"Do women like when a man does anything he wants after getting consent to do so?" I asked.

"Well, there are boundaries and limits and so forth. Not everything enjoys the same kind of things and what one woman might enjoy, another woman might not like at all."

"So, do you negotiate for different kinds of consent throughout the period of time you are intimate with a woman? That is to say, if I were to kiss your foot after receiving consent, do I need to get consent to start kissing my way along your juicy, but firm and strong calf muscle, for example?"

"Um, that would be kind of, well, the kissing part sounds hot, but the constantly asking for permission is definitely a buzz kill."

"So, is there some kind of umbrella consent like what you said that you can get a woman to sign off on before doing things with her?"

"You could say something like, 'If I do anything that bothers you, tell me and I'll stop' and that way once you have the umbrella consent you can put the responsibility for boundaries and limits in her court. You could set a safe word, something you say when you want someone to stop, especially if you are role playing..."

"I see," I said. "This is very interesting to me."

"Will you get back down here and kiss me?" Whitney said peevishly.

"Wait a minute," I said and sat up suddenly. "I just thought of something."

"What?" Whitney asked as she started gently stroking my erection with her fingernails.

"That feels very, very good," I told her. "You're making me lose my train of thought."

"I imagine that is why I'm doing it."

"I need to get back to my apartment and stop Erica from making a terrible mistake. I've been an idiot and I need to... well, you know how in comic books there are people and cars that have a kind of switch they switch to go from their normal power to their super power?"

"I guess..."

"I have one of those switches and I need to switch it on. I'm going to need my superpowers for what I'm about to do."

"Does it involve making love to me?" Whitney asked.

"We can do that first, if you like, but then I have to get home and save my relationship with Erica."

"It isn't like stopping at the grocery store for milk and bread, you know. You actually need to make your partner feel wanted and desired. Saying you'll bang me and then go home to save your relationship with your girlfriend is, um, crass."

Painfully balancing myself on my broken wrist by planting my cast against the hard ground, I took Whitney's right ankle in my left hand and began lifting her leg up in the air. My hand slid down her calf and took hold of the back of her knee as I pointed her foot towards the heavens and ripped off her sneaker.

My hand took hold of Whitney's ankle and I guided her foot towards my mouth. I ran my tongue along the edge of her heel, tasted the soft wrinkled flesh of her arch, nibbled at the ball of her foot, and then started tasting her delicious toes.

As I made love to her right foot with my mouth, Whitney reached out with her left hand, sliding it under my shorts and gently taking hold of my erection.

She stroked it and told me, "Damn, this cock needs to get sucked so badly it is practically screaming for it."

"There is some truth in what you say," I told her between long licks along each of her toes.

I started crying as Whitney pulled her leg and foot away from me. I had only just begun to enjoy her foot and planned to get brave and start kissing and licking up and down her long legs once I got around to it. She was changing her position, turning on her side, and I didn't know what was happening. She came around with her face getting much closer to me and she kept reaching for and taking hold of my rock hard erection.

"There is a lot of truth in what I say," Whitney laughed before leaning in towards me and kissing the head of my penis while stroking it with her left hand.

"Wow!" I yelled out as she slid the head of my cock between her lips and took it into my mouth. "This is not what usually happens!"

She was somehow able to slide the entire four inches of my hard cock into her mouth. I was amazed, but then remembered how I'd heard that some people had "deep throats." She was apparently deep throating me and it was incredible.

"Such a big, hard, beautiful cock," she moaned after letting my cock slip out of her mouth. She kept slowly stroking it with her hand as she very seductively asked, "How did that feel?"

"Gosh darned wonderful is how it felt! Can you please keep doing that?"

She smiled broadly and brought my cock to her lips again. Her long tongue traced along the edge of my cock head, causing me to yell out "Saints be praised!" She then slid the full length of my cock into her mouth again.

It took mere seconds after that for my body to seize up and convulse. I screamed out "Yes!" as Whitney held my cock in her mouth and I filled her mouth with my semen.

Watching my cum drip out of the corners of her mouth while she smiled at me, I fell back onto the ground and told her, "That was so much better than jacking off."

Whitney sucked my cock four times before we went back to the cabin. She was amazed at how my erection kept returning, in full force, after each and every orgasm, but after providing me with four blowjobs I could tell her mouth was getting very tired and sore.

We walked back to the cabin, holding hands and laughing. At times we skipped along like children and at one point I decided to ask her if I could jack off on her beautiful, long legs.

"Of course you can," she giggled and sat down on a large rock. "I'm open to whatever you want to do."

"Can I have another blowjob?" I asked sheepishly.

"Maybe later," she said. "You are insatiable."

"I was involved in a very questionable medical procedure," I explained before pulling out my erection. "Would you let me suck on your toes while I stroke my boner?"

"Whatever you like, honey," she said and stretched her leg out so her foot was in front of my face.

I tore off her sneaker and dropped it on the ground. Taking her beautiful foot in my mouth, I lavished it with wet kisses and then ran my tongue hungrily over her fat toes.

Then I realized I still had the cast on my right hand and was unable to masturbate while holding onto her foot. This realization made me start bawling my eyes out.

"Honey, relax," Whitney said compassionately. "Why don't you sit down and I'd stand in front of you and pose any way you like and you can stroke yourself with your left hand."

"Any way I want?"

"Within reason," she giggled. "I'm not a contortionist or anything like that!"

"Lie on your back and take your other sneaker off," I told her. "Then stretch your legs up in the air in front of my face and put your feet on my shoulders."

"I think I can manage that," Whitney said with a smile as she did exactly what I asked her to do.

Just as I was about to start playing with myself, a familiar voice yelled out, "What the fuck is going on out here?"

The voice belonged to Detective Haggerty or Laura as she wanted me to call her. She was storming through the woods in her open-toed heels and glaring at both me and Whitney as she approached with a full head of steam.

"Excuse me?" snarled Whitney as she lowered her legs, taking her feet off my shoulders, and then got back up to a standing position in order to better confront Detective Haggerty.

"What the fuck is this sick shit?" Laura demanded to know as she threw a cold stare at me. "Put that thing away, foot boy."

"But I was about to jack off," I pleaded.

"Not with this tranny you're not."

"That is a very derogatory term," Whitney told her. "I'm not some kind of freak."

"Just shut the fuck up and get away from my man," Detective Haggerty roared. "Stop fucking with my man's head you faggot."

"I don't have to put up with your abusive language," Whitney said, standing defiantly and not backing down in the face of Laura's intimidating presence and manner. "Keith isn't your 'man' and even if he was, he deserves better."

As Whitney and Laura fought over me, I could not help stroking my erection. It was a very exciting scene and it seemed to be getting sexier with each verbal exchange between them.

"I bet you don't even shave your legs, you butch dyke," Whitney told Laura.

"Oh, I shave my legs," Laura fired back. "And my cunt is a man eater."

"Yes, yes," I moaned as I stoked my cock. "More of this, yes, more of this."

"I bet they can't compare to my legs," Whitney told her. "You probably have man legs."

"At least I don't have man parts," spat Laura, "and I don't have to wear a training bra."

"Yes!" I yelled as I brought myself to orgasm. "That's the ticket!"

"Look at these legs," Whitney exclaimed. "These legs are fucking awesome."

"They are nice, I have to admit," snorted Laura as she unbuttoned her pants, "but you have no idea what you are talking about!"

Whitney took the challenge. "Come on, bitch, take off those man pants. Let's see what you've got!"

It was getting very exciting, so I wiped off the semen from my orgasm and began stroking myself again. Laura wasn't shy. She kicked off her heels and pulled off her pants defiantly. Once she had them off, she walked over towards Whitney with her strong, well-defined thighs and calves moving seductively with each step she took, calling on me to worship them.

"Which one of us has nicer legs, foot boy?"

I came again as soon as she finished asking the question and then looked at her with an expression that conveyed my confusion and inability to answer.

"Damn," said Whitney, sounding defeated, "you really do have great legs."

"Get on your knees, you fucking shemale," ordered Laura. "Show these legs some love."

"Yes ma'am," responded Whitney, who immediately kneeled before Laura.

I was baffled by this turn of events. Just as I thought they were going to start clawing at each other and hitting each other as nature intended them to do, everything changed.

"You will serve me and only me," Laura told Whitney. "You are my bitch."

"Yes, Detective Haggerty, I am your bitch. My safe word is beef stroganoff."

"Kiss my foot," Laura told her. "Tell me I'm beautiful."

"You're so beautiful," Whitney said with tears in her eyes. "I've been in love with you since you walked into that cabin, so strong and in command. I want you so badly I can't even..."

"Kiss my foot, tranny bitch."

Whitney began to kiss Detective Haggerty's beautiful bare foot. Once she did, I came again, and then wondered if maybe I should leave them alone to get to know each other better. I had important matters to attend to. Saving my relationship with Erica was my number one priority, but this was a very exciting development and while my heart told me to run to Erica, my erection told me to stay and watch.

"Run that tongue up my leg," Laura was telling Whitney, "nice and slow."

"Yes, my mistress."

I stood up and watched, with much excitement, as Whitney's willing and able tongue moved slowly and hungrily up the length of Detective Haggerty's shin, around her calf, over her knee, and then up her thigh.

"You better know how to eat pussy or I'm going to crush your head like a cantaloupe," Laura told her.

I wasn't even touching my hard cock, but it started shooting cum into the air regardless. I couldn't take much more of this, so I slowly crept away from the action and made my way back to the cabin. From there, I walked down to where Grandpa had parked his station wagon. I found the keys under the visor, started the car and began driving back to the apartment I shared with Erica.

I came six more times during the two hour drive back to the apartment. I kept seeing what had happened between Laura and Whitney in my mind and imagining what happened after I had snuck away. It was very exciting.

When I got to the apartment complex parking lot, I shut off the car engine and sat for a few moments to collect myself, wipe up the semen that was all over my clothes, my legs, and the dashboard of the car. Then I got out of the car, stood up tall and walked assertively towards my apartment.

"Erica? Are you home?" I called out after opening the door.

The living room was a mess. There were half-empty glasses of beer and other liquids surrounded by pizza boxes. Various clothing items were hanging off of furniture and littering the floor. It looked like there had been some kind of party but I didn't remember seeing anything on the schedule.

I wondered if Dirk, the asshole who was trying to steal my girl, was now trying to steal my apartment as well. I walked deeper into the apartment and saw that Erica's bedroom door was closed. There were sounds coming from inside the room, a variety of moans and sighs that got my blood up. This Dirk character was not going to come into my home, have sex with my woman, and then expect me to just look the other way. If he thought that, he had another think coming.

I knocked on the door to Erica's bedroom. I knocked firmly and loudly with no hint of timidity or reluctance whatsoever.

"I'm busy," Erica yelled hoarsely after almost a minute of silence coming from the room.

"I don't give a fuck," I said back. "Open this door or I'll open it. You are my girlfriend and I am not putting up with this shit any longer."

There was a long silence. I could hear whispering but couldn't make out what was being said. Then the doorknob turned and Erica pulled the door open. She stood in the doorway, the door only partially open, and looked at me. Her look was very similar to the one I had worn on my face when Whitney and Laura stopped fighting and started taking things in a different direction.

"What's gotten into you?" Erica asked. She was wearing a t-shirt and panties and nothing more. Her legs looked sweaty, as did the rest of her. I really wanted to lick all the sweat off her legs and it was starting to break my resolve to stand up to her.

"We need to have boundaries and limits in our relationship," I told her after forcing myself to look away from her gorgeous legs. "You cannot keep doing anything you want to do and hurt me in the process. That doesn't make for a healthy relationship. If you really love me, you'll stop getting off on hurting me and start getting off on making me happy. I don't care if you have sex with other men, but you are not allowed to have another boyfriend. You are going to tell Dirk that you are with me and he can't have you and he needs to get into a serious relationship with someone else and leave the love of my life alone."

"Whoa..."

"We are going to start making decisions on a mutual basis. We are going to start having consents and safe words and clear boundaries. We will set these boundaries and consents through mutual agreement. If we are going to be in this relationship together, then we are going to make decisions together. Otherwise I'm going to break the living shit out of my own heart and leave you."

Erica let the door open completely, revealing that Jimmy and Cat were in her bed, half naked and looking shocked by what was happening. She threw her arms around me, hugged me tightly, and then pulled away slightly so she could look into my eyes.

"I've been waiting so long for you to say all that," she said, smiling with tears in her eyes. "I love you, Keith. I love you so much that sometimes it feels like my heart is going to burst. Yes, my love, yes, we can do all these things. Tomorrow is a new day and when the sun comes up..."

I looked over at Jimmy and Cat and told them, "Look shitheads, I think that was your cue to get the fuck out of here."

THE END

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Apr 2, 2018 in blowjob

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