Three—But There Are Other Issues

As Klaus completed disrobing, Sam let her own robe fall open. She could feel his eyes on her body as she sipped her drink. Scars aside, he wasn't bad to look at—a slim, fit body, not too hairy. His cock, when it popped into view, was nothing special, but also nothing disappointing. A little mushroom-headed, and perhaps surprisingly, circumcised, but Sam wasn't about to complain about that. In her experience, foreskin was more trouble than it was worth.

There were more scars, though. Livid red and purple marks across his chest, over his shoulder. The right arm ended just past the elbow, the prosthetic held in place with a kind of brace. Sam wondered what position he had been in to get hit like that...to lose a hand, an eye, part of his face. She imagined him in his combat gear, bent over, trying to pick something up...

Klaus picked up the glass of bourbon with his left hand, and sipped it gingerly...but his eyes drank in Sam's body.

"My fiance...she did not just leave me because of this," he held up the prosthetic arm. "After being in combat I...had trouble adjusting back to civilian life. "

His eye was fixed on her. It was somewhat unnerving.

"There were things...things I needed her to do that...she was not willing to do."

Sam swallowed. Her glass was empty, the pleasant heat of the bourbon spreading throughout her chest. She set the glass down on the end table, which required her to walk past where Klaus sat on the bed. Her hips swayed a little, and she knew he watched every jiggle of her buttocks. He felt a little dangerous, and maybe it was the **** but to Sam that felt...sort of exciting.

"So...what did you have in mind?"

Which was how Sam found herself on her hands and knees on the bed, a towel spread out beneath her to try and contain the mess. She hadn't had enough lube in stock for this, and they'd had to go to the kitchen for her bottle of olive oil. His lips pressed gently against her buttocks...and then more fervently, the mouth opening so that the teeth could sink into the flesh. Not too hard, not enough to leave a mark...

"Your ass is magnificent," Klaus said...and then the oil-covered stump of his arm pressed against her pussy.

Well, this is different, Sam thought as the stump rubbed against her cunny. It didn't feel bad, exactly. She wasn't exactly sure how much bone was left in the fragment of his forearm, but it was wrapped over with muscle and skin, so it was only a bit stiffer than a normal cock...thicker, too. Sam felt her heart begin to beat a bit faster as Klaus continued to kiss and bite her butt, while his stub rubbed against her cunny, not really trying to **** it in yet.

The truly weird part was, of course, her left foot. With his good hand, Klaus had grabbed the heel and guided it so that his stiff prick rubbed against her sole. Sam could literally curl her toes and squeeze his balls...and might, if he asked her to.

It wasn't exactly Sam's idea of erotic...but it was also, she supposed, rather harmless. Klaus for his part was deeply into it. His heavy breathing was like the wolf huffing and puffing at the three little pigs, his tongue leaving a trail of saliva on her ass as he pressed his cheek against the fleshy part of her buttocks, his oil-drenched limb rubbed furiously at her pussy, trying to work it into her slit; and she could feel how hard his cock was, precum dribbling onto her bunyon, the hairy testes rolling over her toes.

Honestly, his fiance was just a pussy, Sam decided.

Except then he began to press...harder. Sam winced as she felt the stub slip deeper into her pussy, stretching her little hole. She told herself to relax, and even leaned back a little bit, inching her knees further apart...while she'd never been fisted before, Sam knew it was the same basic principle: a woman's cunt was made to pass a child, a little arm-action wouldn't break her. But Klaus began to bite down with more ****...and he was rubbing himself against her foot, faster and faster...

Sam endured, not sure how to react, or what to say to him. Her pussy wasn't about to break, but it was getting uncomfortable, and she thought maybe her leg was starting to cramp in that position. She actually muffled an "ouch" as the teeth bit down and Klaus sucked hard, planting a big hickey on her ass...and then, with a suddenness she didn't anticipate, something hot and sticky spurted out over her foot...and Klaus was gasping, moaning, the shuffle of his knuckles audible as he painted the sole of her foot white.

Just like that, she felt Klaus wipe his dick off on her toes, and Sam flexed them. Still on her knees, she turned over, hoping that they weren't done yet...she wasn't even close to cumming...

"Now," he said, red-faced and panting. "I need you to do me."

Sam blinked. "Do you?"

"Your foot. With my sperm. I need you to...shove it up my ass," he gulped for air, but he was obviously shivering in anticipation. Without further preliminaries, he dropped on his hand and knees, then flexed his toes to raise his ass in the air.

"Do it! Please!" Klaus begged.

Sam rubbed her temple. She was not drunk enough for this...but he was a veteran, and normal sex seemed entirely off the menu.

I didn't have "stick my foot up some guy's ass" on my sexual bucket list, but what the hell, Sam thought. With her sticky foot in the air, Sam leaned forward off the bed and grabbed the bottle of olive oil. A golden stream oozed down the crack of Klaus' ass, and Sam pressed her big toe right into the middle of it. Felt the squishy warmth of his anus. Curled her toes into a fist and pressed forward.

It wasn't easy. Klaus had obviously had some back door action before, but a foot is a lot bigger and less flexible than a fist. Sam licked her lips, her right hand stole to her crotch to rub at her clit.

I better not be developing a new fetish, she thought as slowly, carefully, she pressed down and he pressed back, and the semen-stained toes pressed into Klaus' asshole. Sam grinned as a strange heat went through her, fingers fiddling a little faster. It was like watching some strange porn...but better, because she was in it. For a moment, Sam thought this might actually work...

Then someone started to bang on the front door.

"Klaus?" A female voice yelled. "Klaus, I know you're in there! You told me you wouldn't do this anymore! You said I was enough for you!"

There was heartbreak in those words. Sam sighed. Her foot paused.

"Let me guess...the fiance?"

Klaus squirmed...but his head nodded.

With a sigh, Sam pulled her foot out of his ass.

"Just...go. I don't want the drama, okay?"

He left, hurriedly putting himself back together, or at least as fast as he could with one hand. Sam collapsed backward into her bed as she heard the argument out in her driveway. The screams, the tears, the recriminations, the pathetic apologies. She closed her eyes...and realized that she was right back where she had started. Unsexed and horny. Only now, she had a stinky foot.