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Junkman 13-17 minutes 10/22/2021

Sex Wish 4: He can’t take his eyes off…her feet

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Frederick heard the click of her skinny heels before she emerged from the crowd halfway down the concourse. Her face was shadowed by a giant sunhat and her eyes were concealed by dark pilot glasses. Her tiny orange bikini was mostly visible through a sheer kimono cover-up that covered her arms and draped her thighs unevenly.

“Good luck getting on the plane,” Frederick mumbled to himself.

Her metallic heels alone could be viewed as a security threat. They were six inches tall and cut like a knife as she walked with purpose. Her feet were crammed into a thin toe box, and Frederick noticed the insides of her toes exposed like the cracks of a perfect bum. He was distracted enough not to notice she was walking towards him.

“This seat taken?” she asked before plopping down.

“Nope,” he said. She set a small equipment box with aluminum edges down in front of her. The name “Angelissa” was spray-painted white in block letters.

“Your parents religious?”

“I don’t know,” she said. “At some point, I guess.”

“Where you going?”

“The same place you’re going.”

“New Orleans?”

“Oh, no,” she snickered. “That flight’s been canceled.”

Frederick looked over to his gate and saw an uptight group of travelers lining up to speak to the agent.

“Shit!”

“It’s OK,” she said, handing him a boarding pass.

Frederick looked down in confusion. “Pensacola?” His name was printed on the ticket. “How the hell?”

“Listen, Frederick, I don’t usually ask for favors, but I need your help making it through this flight. When we reach our destination let’s just say I will make it worth your while.”

Beautiful might make bossy go down easier, but it was more than that. His body tingled in her presence.

Mile-high vibrations

They waited until the last minute to board, and the engines were already starting to whirl. The attendants were in a hurry, staring impatiently as Frederick stuffed Angelissa’s carry-on into the overhead compartment.

“Are you OK?” he asked, taking a seat next to her.

Angelissa was trying to hide her body under the tiny blanket on her seat, and there were beads of sweat on her upper lip.

“Do I look OK?” she said. “I’m freezing without my heels.”

That didn’t make sense to Frederick, but he let it go. It was true that the blanket didn’t quite reach her naked feet — her toes wiggled in search of warmth. He was kind of glad that security made her gate-check her heels.

Angelissa nudged Frederick with a sharp elbow and handed him a polished piece of glass. It had the dimension of a cell phone but it was much thinner. Instinctively, Frederick tapped his thumb on the glass, and it started to glow.

“Damn, who makes this?” asked Frederick, as little icons started to pop on the screen.

Angelissa glanced over and tapped the app in the upper right-hand corner. “I guess it’s a prototype,” she said. She exchanged her sunglasses for a sleep mask.

“Keep that going until we land,” she said.

The app was called Heaven Ascent, and there were two golden poles next to each other with pixelated angels at the bottom of each. Frederick moved one slowly up towards the clouds, and a quiet hum emerged from under the blanket as Angelissa started to moan quietly.

“Oh, damn!” he said in an excited whisper. He moved the other angel and the pattern of vibrations changed to a deep throb. He quickly pushed the angel up the pole into the clouds, and Angelissa’s body stiffened out straight like she was being electrified. Her toes curled impossibly tight.

“Oh shit, sorry!” he whispered.

There was a tap on Frederick’s shoulder. “The plane is about to take off,” said the flight attendant. “Didn’t you hear me say you needed to put away all electronics?”

“Oh, sorry,” said Frederick, sliding the shiny slate of glass into the seat pocket.

“Do you hear that noise?” said the attendant.

“Just the engines, ma’am.”

The attendant looked at Angelissa curiously. “Is she OK?” the attendant asked.

Angelissa lifted her hand and gave the attendant a wobbly thumbs up.

“She’s just really nervous about flying,” said Frederick.

As the attendant walked away, Angelissa gripped Frederick by his muscular forearm. Her hand jiggled violently all the way to Pensacola.

Equipped for her mission

Balzart’s technicians reported that Angelissa had 17 definitive orgasms in all on the flight from Charleston to Pensacola.

“Wooooh! Our little baby is on fire,” shouted Balzart.

His evil face was lit up from the glow of 666 monitors stacked up in mission control. Angelissa was between jobs so his technicians were largely catching up on past footage of previous missions. The screens displayed Angelissa fucking from every angle imaginable.

The videos were compiled as evidence of completion before each case file was closed, and they served another purpose.

“Sex Wish 1,003 is ready to go,” a voice called from mission control. “We’re burning about 1 million DVDs on this run.”

Balzart grabbed his assistant by the shoulder. “These videos are selling like hotcakes in purgatory,” he said. His lipless mouth opened up over his yellow, jagged teeth in something resembling a smile. “So many souls are coming to our side.”

“Brilliant,” said his assistant.

“That job in the third circle is going to be mine!” he said, sinking his deformed nails deeper into the skin of his whimpering assistant.

Balzart didn’t rise through the demon ranks through evil alone. There was evil all around. Monetizing Angelissa’s sex mission was the kind of cunning behavior that the executive demon class sought out from its lower ranks. And it was only possible because of the detailed monitoring instruments Balzart put into place to ensure that Angelissa completed her sex mission.

He wasn’t going to take Angelissa’s word for it that she completed a mission, nor a checked box in her composition notebook. Once her caseload was in place, Angelissa agreed to have several instruments — 317 to be exact — installed in and around her body. The thought of being watched was somehow comforting for her.

Monitoring included detailed sensors of her vitals — breathing, blood oxygen levels, heart rate, and so on — and Angelissa was surrounded by a network of invisible satellite cameras held in orbit by magnetic pellets installed in various parts of her body.

Ever the good negotiator, Angelissa had a request that she whispered into Balzart’s ear from the operating chair. Balzart agreed, but only because he was a pervert.

“Oh, of course my dear,” he said. “I have technology that will literally blow you away.”

Balzart leaned Angelissa back in the chair and asked her to open her naked legs. He grabbed a glass vile from a cabinet that looked empty. He eyed it closely and shook it. She could hear a metallic ping. He opened the top, shaking it right in front of her underwear.

“Should I take my panties off?” she asked.

“If you like,” he said. “Regardless, the machines will find what they are looking for.”

Slowly, Angelissa felt something crawling on her. She started to tingle inside. The nanotechnology in her body was not of this earth. A million millipede-like creatures had entered her vaginal opening and camped out near her pleasure points. On command, they harnessed their tiny legs — thinner than a strand of hair — to vibrate and sometimes shock Angelissa’s erogenous points.

Angelissa felt an intensifying humming inside that made her come harder than she ever had before in three minutes flat.

“My technicians are developing the perfect app to control the device,” Balzart beamed. “It’s called Satanic Cum Queen.”

“Great tech,” said Angelissa, catching her breath. “But I think you might want to go back to the drawing board on that title.”

Pleasure by the foot

Frederick knew there was something magical about Angelissa but she didn’t reveal her mission until they were lounging by the pool at a quiet beach house.

“I think I know your sex wish,” said Angelissa.

“You do?”

“Frederick, I’ve seen you looking at me. You can’t take your eyes off my feet.”

Frederick hung his head low. “I’m sorry,” he said.

“You say sorry too much,” she said. “Also, what’s to be sorry about?”

“I don’t know, I feel weird about it. Everyone laughs at the idea of a foot fetish. But why is that so different than a cock, or a tit, or an ass or something?”

“You know what, I’ve never heard someone say they have a tit or an ass fetish,” said Angelissa. “You may be onto something.”

They both laughed. In another time and space, Angelissa thought Frederick could have been a boyfriend. He was extremely handsome and fun to be around. She put her hand on his shoulder and rubbed the scruff on his face with her thumb.

“I grant sex wishes for a living,” she said. “Your desires are just fine. And let’s be honest…my feet are irresistible.”

Angelissa gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and told him to take off his shorts. He took off his shirt first. He was ripped like a professional sports player. His dick was leaky and chubby but not erect, and he had thick hair all over his balls.

“Hmmmmm,” said Angelissa. “I think I know how I can make this feel better.”

She picked up a small black pouch near her chair and opened it up. When she put her hand in the pouch it seemed like she was reaching into a bottomless pit and her arm disappeared down to her shoulder. She had to rummage but she eventually found some scissors, a razor blade, and shaving cream.

Angelissa took a seat next to Frederick and snipped the scissors in his face. “Do you trust me?” she said. She began pulling his curly pubes up from around his dick and balls, cutting them impossibly close to his black skin.

Frederick bent forward in slight discomfort. “Take my word for it, this is better than wax,” she said.

Angelissa was meticulous with the scissors, working efficiently around his balls and dick, which was hardening to the point that it was swaying around his crotch without any guidance. Angelissa took his shaft in her hand and began to apply shaving cream over and around his dick, avoiding his nut sack. He tried to remain still as she dragged a razor down the bottom side of his veiny cock.

“Much better,” said Angelissa.

She pulled a lounge chair perpendicular to where Frederick was sitting and gave herself enough distance on the chair for her foot to be within reach of his cock. He stopped breathing as she stretched her long legs toward him, and exhaled quickly as she bent her foot back to take his cock between her toes, pushing it back against his stomach. He was still slick from the shaving cream, and she glided her foot up and down over his dick.

“Will you do this with me?” asked Frederick.

“What do you mean?” she said.

“Will you use your app?”

“Oh, I don’t need that,” she said. “My fingers are free, remember?”

Angelissa took off her bikini bottoms, and began to touch herself as she resumed playing footsies with Frederick’s cock.

He thought a hand was too delicate, and a tongue was even more difficult to feel on his thick cock. He presumed he would like the imprecision, even clumsiness of a foot, and he was not disappointed. Her supple feet felt strong as she pinched the loose skin of his nut sack between her toes. She started bouncing his balls with one foot, pressing up against his hard cock with the other.

“Fuck, that feels good,” he said.

Angelissa’s toes opened wide on his shaft, as she stroked his cock down to his balls and back.

Angelissa’s stomach tightened as she lifted both legs in the air and wrapped her feet around Frederick’s big cock. “Whoooooh,” she said. “This is a workout.”

“I’m about to cum…” said Frederick.

“Oh yes, Frederick, cum for me,” she said.

“I want to cum at the same time as you.”

“I’m so close,” said Angelissa, rapidly thrusting three fingers into her tight pussy.

Angelissa’s toes began to jerk with an orgasm. Her legs straightened out and she jammed her toes hard against his balls.

“Ohh, ohhhh, oh!” she moaned.

Frederick’s cum began to sputter out over her feet. She took his big cock between her toes and rubbed him with long strokes, emptying his cum out. She squeezed him tightly to get every last drop.

Frederick crashed back on the chair. “Fuuuucck,” he said.

Angelissa got up and walked gingerly over to the pool like she had stepped in something with both her feet. She swished her feet around in the water until there was only the slightest stickiness left from Frederick. She threw on her bikini bottoms and picked up her black pouch, reaching deep inside to pull out a card with a number.

“Is this yours?” asked Frederic.

“No, I’m not allowed to share that,” she said. “Call this number when you want a ride home. You can stay through the weekend if you want.”

Angelissa gave Frederick one last kiss and said goodbye.

Touched by an angel

No one paid attention when Balzart left the office late. It provided him cover to work on an unsanctioned project. He got home to a small condo caved out of magma, grabbed some bug juice from the fridge, and popped the DVD into his boxy television.

Angelissa popped up on a grainy video. There was a singular camera focused on her face. The bite of her lip indicated she was in the early stages of making herself come.

Balzart took hold of his two cocks (yes, he has two cocks. Read “Not Just a Pretty Facial” for more backstory) as Angelissa began to moan. A sensor on his chest emulated the data on Angelissa’s heartbeat that was in sync with the video, and he felt the beat of her picking up.

“Ugggghhhhhhzzz, uggghhhhhzz, uggghz,” she moaned in scratchy sounds from the speaker.

To say he was obsessed would be too simplistic. He had never been interested in anything related to beauty, but he was somehow taken by her. Balzart stroked himself in a teeter-totter motion, adjusting the strength of his grip to ensure that both dicks would cum at the same time.

As the sensors on his chest started beating rapidly, his cum erupted from his left cock and then shot out from his right cock. He squeezed as hard as he could, milking out every last bit of cum.

He held up his hands, but not because they were covered in cum. They were shaking uncontrollably.

Balzart looked at the growing stack of DVDs on the TV stand and threw his bottle of bug juice at it. The bottle exploded in the corner, and he was relieved that he did not knock over the DVDs.

He quaked at the thought that Angelissa was somehow finding a way into his heart. She could ruin everything.