The Next Door Down

"Knock Knock." You call out, hoping to penetrate the wooden door before you. A few doors over a pair of twins are having such a fun time exploring Ashley's new fetish, that you don't want to interrupt with something as minor as your erection. So you're going to a person who has experience handling your hard-ons.

"Yes?" Lucy opens the door, and freezes when she see's it's you. "Michael?"

"Can I come in?" You open the door wider for yourself. "I need to talk to you about your uniform.

She looks to the sky, almost hoping to be struck by lightning. "Fine." She sighs, and walks over to her computer shutting down the monitor before you can see what she has pulled up. You make a mental note.

You notice rather happily that she has a pair of frilly pink socks on, and her hands slid into slippers, all of which match her baggy pink silk pajamas. "These are adorable." You say, brushing the slippers.

"Yeah well, I have to follow your stupid rules 24/7 now I might as well look cute."

"Everyone should feel that way!" You cheer. "So about your uniform. Unbuttoned blouse, untied bow, these are breaches of the dress code I just can't let go."

She flails her slippered hands about. "I can't get dressed with shoes on my hand. Buttons aren't made for this!" She looks over at her roommate who's also dressed in pajamas, and snoring away. "Let alone her."

"That's why you need to find someone to take care of you Lucy. You're a needy little fourfoot, and there's no shame in asking for help. I could be your helper if you ask me nicely."

She crosses her arms. "I don't think so."

"Okay." You flop down her her computer chair, and she noticeably stiffens. "What do you have on here anyway?" You turn on the monitor, and find an open Word document staring a back at you. "...and his cock quivered as she gently tongued the tip of his masterful scepter." You read a passage out loud.

"No stop!" Lucy shouts, and covers her face with her slippers. "Kill me!"

"You're writing you own dirty story?" You take out your hard dick. "Tell ya what, your punishment for not dressing yourself properly, is another footjob, while I read this little masterpiece."

"This is so unfair! You're going to think it's stupid." She gets down on her knees and waddles in between your legs. She shakes off her slippers, and wraps her socks around your cock. "You're going to make fun of me."

You groan at the touch of a woman, as her insecurity touches your heart. She's more concerned about her artwork being judged than her sexuality being exploited. Such is the life of an artist. "I definitely will make fun of you, but that's just who I am as a person. But more Importantly Lucy, you should never feel ashamed of the filth you bring to the bedroom. Now let's see what we're working with."

The knock at the door absolutely shocked Princess Starborne out of her loveborn stupor. She nibbled upon her lip like a rabbit would a cabbage, and cast her gaze over to the sound. The throbbing in her hitherto unexplored sex called as insistently, and as needily as any petitioner. Her greatest desire was to lay about her bed and bring herself to that promised release, but the door beckoned.

The embarrassed princess popped her bigtoe out of her sex, and immediately missed the fullness it provided her. She sighed in a forlorn manner as she caught gaze of her freakish hands, now freakish feet, and quickly wiped them clean before going to the door. "Yes?" She sang to the person on the other side, the very sound of royal grace.

"Your highness it is I, Sir Kisswell."

"Oh!" Her princessly perfection cracked for the briefest of sounds. It was as if her fantasies had summoned him. If he'd known that but moments ago she's been touching her forbidden forest to dreams of him, she was sure the earth would open up and end her. "For what reason do you come to my chambers, good knight?"

"Mi'lady..." His calming, deep, smooth, manly voice, like yawn of a lion seeped through her door panels. "...Tis the night of my feast, everyone is waiting for you."

Starborne huffed in a manner rather unlike a princess. How pitiable she was for thinking he'd come for her. Of course he just wanted another prize to be placed on a pedestal at his pageant. "I thought I made myself quite clear that I would not be attending such a lowly event." A feast for something as dirty and loud as a joust? Lipstick on a pig, she thought.

Quite by surprise her door opened up. They'd removed the lock on it due to her new hands, the former latch too complex to operate with her clumbsy feet-hands. "Mi'lady."

"Oh my!" She shrieked retreating further into her room. "You brute! You may not be in my private chambers! This is absolutely absurd."

The manly, buff, rugged Sir Kisswell put his hands on his hips in a condescending manner. As if her protests and shrieks of about propriety were more amusing than cries of mercy. "You're already dressed, this is good. Let us finish your outfit, and escort you down to your court, your highness." He gave a deep charming bow, which hinted at an infinite gentleness.

"Finish my outfit?" The princess balked. She was already fully dressed, in a splendid blue dressed with a cinched waist, silk ribbon tied around with waist in a bow, and a skirt assisted by several layers of petticoats. Not to mention pearls, earrings, and fully done hair. She was certainly more complete than any tavern trollip with whom Sir. Kisswell gallivanted. "Whatever do you mean?"

Sir Kisswell swaggered over to the princess's dresser and began rummaging through the drawers. Sorting through intimates and hosiery alike like some basic hunting hound snuffling around for a fox. His short search eventually produced a pair of stockings which he held up like a prize. "We can't have you be seen with your feet naked, why you'd die of embarrassment mi'lady."

Princess Starborne was as red as a lantern light. A man shuffling through her private clothing like that! So crass! So wrong! She looked to the nylon snakes dangling from his palm, and huffed. "You're as dumb as that beast you ride if you think I'd been see with those stockings on my hands."

The knight approached her, looming like a great tower of Fort Vertibran. "I don't see any hands here Mi'lady." He gently held up her foot-hand with his hand-hand. "But if you want everyone at the feast to see your feet like this, then we sha'll go."

"They'll not be seeing me at all. I shall remain here in my room, for the rest of time I should think." She sat down daintily upon the downy filled bed in which just moments ago she fantasized Sir. Kisswell occupied with her.

"Tis a cruel woman, who would cage such a flower from the sun."

"A witch indeed." The Princess mourned, flexing and unflexing her hexed hands. Wiggling the toes with an alien ease.

"I was not talking about that crone, mi'lady." Her gripped the heel, and lifted her foot to kiss, like a gentleman would a hand.

Princess Starborne blushed, and looked away, but did not take her hand back... foot back. Why oh why did this curse have to befall her? It made everything so complicated. She had no biting words and simply remained quiet, until she felt something crawling up her toes. She squeaked in surprise and turned to see Sir Kisswell rolling the stockings up her toes, and over her arms, like silky evening gloves. "You're ridiculous." She scoffed softly, like an exhale of baby's breath.

"And you, are lovely... mi'lady." He nearly doesn't catch himself, as he secures the stocking to her upper arm.

"You may flatter me until the paint peels from these walls, I will not have people see me dressed up like some, harlequin."

He released her one arm, and went to work dressing up the other. There was an intimacy in the strange act. She watched him snake the dark material along her foot. She could feel his hot breath tickling her toes. His breathing it was heavy, heaving... excited. She looked up and saw him blushing as he dressed her.

Feeling brave, and confused, and warmly excited, she dared to lower her free foot to his thigh, and run it upwards until she felt a hard bulge block her advance. She yelped like it bit her, and then gathering all of her bravery she touched it again with all the pressure she could manage, just like in her naughty fantasies.

To her delight and horror, he moaned at her touch, and stopped pulling the stocking up her arm. They were both there, frozen, yet sweating. Suddenly so hot and still. "You're disgusting." She whispered. "There's no way a person could be attracted to me like this."

In reply Sir Kisswell popped the big toe of the foot he was attending to into his mouth. The princess gasped as she felt his tongue rub against it, and wondered excitedly if he could taste the nectar she'd coated it in moments earlier...

Stella pops your swelling head into her mouth as her hands jack faster. You don't know how she managed to improve her technique so much after jerking you off one time, but you suppose that's why she's the smartest kid in school. You can hardly help yourself and have to groan as you finish in that smart mouth of hers."Aaaaaah maan." You moan. "It was just getting good."

Cum dribbles out of her lips, and she spits the load you generously donated out of her mouth and onto the floor. She dabs the cum on her lips and chin with her sock covered hands, and waddles back away from you, avoiding your gaze.

You sigh, and lean back into the chair. "Were you practicing? Holy crap." Maybe it was the day of debauchery you had, without a chance of release. "I gotta say, that was an interesting read."

"I knew you were going to make fun of me!"

"Absolutely, that was some dime store erotica. I'm the charming knight I suppose, mi'lady."

Stella rolls her eyes. "Get over yourself, it's Derek, jerk."

A knight who barges into her room, and makes her doing strange and sexy stuff even she doesn't know she wants to do? You don't want to be full of yourself, but that sounds like a certain charming nerd with a god-like notebook, not her boyfriend.

"That was some weird stuff. Gotta say Lucy, you're kind of a pervert."

"No I'm not! Shut up! How could you? I didn't ask you to read that!"

"Were you touching yourself while you wrote that? Were you panting, and wishing that you were Princess Starborne, a real four-foot and not some weird girl who just wears shoes on her hands?"

"Shut up! Of course not, I just wrote it to be funny." Great lie, she even blushes and looks away as she says it.

"Oh I see, of course. That makes sense. Of course the smartest most perfect girl in our school would never be into something so weird. It'd take a real pervert like myself to appreciate something like this. I mean could you imagine yourself at Harvard..."

"Yale."

"Could you imagine yourself at Yale, surrounded by people like you, so perfect and rich. And all the while harboring some bizarre fantasy like this. That'd be ridiculous. Me on the other hand, I'm going to community college so I don't give a fuck." You put your dick away and stand up. "For the first time I'm going to use my powers for something selfish. I want to see what happens to the princess, so you're going to keep writing your joke of an erotica, my little four-foot."