Stories by Slave Shoelicker

Fetish Story:  American Princess

Professor Don Conway kicked back and relaxed on his flight home in the spacious first-class seat. He had to smile, he was coming off an early sabbatical and a long working summer. Book signings and the lecture tour had kept him busy seven days a week, but it was a small price to pay for the success of his book and the fame and fortune that came with it. His book, “American Princess,” was highly controversial and phenomenally successful. The premise of the book: yes girls today were succeeding and thriving in academics and athletics, beating and outperforming boys at every turn, but when it came right down to it, men still ruled the world and they always would. Just like the silverback who ruled without question, men would always rule, and women were born and placed on this earth to play the subservient role. The early life advantages girls had courtesy of the outlandishly favorable treatment bestowed upon them would vanish by they time they reached adulthood. They would settle back into their natural roles vis a vis men.

Although Professor Don Conway was a sociologist, he was convinced genetics predestined this natural pecking order and would always ensure the male as the dominant gender. His book “proved” this thesis however through his sociological and anthropological study of the subject. At least it proved this theory to him and those of a like mind. The book was peppered with “evidence” by looking at examples in society today, and in civilizations of the past for proof of natural male dominance. The powder keg debate that the book incited would drag on for years, keeping the book popular and the royalties flowing to him.

Don Conway had other reasons to smile as he soared through the sky seven miles high. His charm, fame and brain had earned him the chairmanship of his department back at the University. He would be the youngest chairman in the university’s history. Thus, he would only have to teach one course each semester given his departmental supervisory role. He laughed as he thought about the course he would teach. An entirely new course entitled, “The future balance of power between the male and the female in American society.” It was a course he could teach in his sleep, and his book would be required reading. This would free him up for the real work he had in mind and was anxious to get back to.

No, it was not another book, although he would see to it that a grad student or two would unknowingly be laying the groundwork for his book’s sequel. The real work to be done involved teaching a few pretty coeds their proper position and roles with respect to Professor Don Conway. He had relished the looks on the coeds’ faces when the book was released. Some of them had actually believed they might be president one day he thought shaking his head. Surely more than a few of them would now be looking forward to finding their proper position in life and, more importantly, with respect to Professor Don Conway, down on their knees where they could gag a few times on his cock, accepting and acquiescing into their natural place and role. Yes, life for Don was good!

Don relaxed, thinking back on his travels over the last six months. His mind did not dwell on the book-signings, or even the often explosive subject matter lectures on his book. No, Don thought back on all the girls who came running to him, practically begging for the right to service his needs. As he sat back with his eyes closed, a smile came across his face. Ahh, the young coed from Seattle, six days ago who eagerly and willingly performed the task he demanded.

She was a petite Irish girl, 5 foot three, about 100 pounds, blue eyes and blonde hair halfway down her back. Her legs were superb from years of cheerleading, and her ass was small, but well rounded and firm. Her feet were perhaps a size 6, small, just the way Don liked them. They were well cared for, shapely, and perfectly pedicured with a pretty pink toenail polish. But what Don liked best about her was her eagerness to please, to please him that is. She was an animated barbie doll, bubbling with energy aimed at catering to Don’s needs. When Don took out the naughty schoolgirl outfit, complete with ankle socks and shiny black patent leather mary jane shoes, she immediately changed into it, and even put her hair in pigtails on her own for effect.

She put on some music, and proceeded to put on a show for him as he sat there and watched. She twisted and gyrated to the music, flashing her panties at him, and catching his eye with playful grins as well. She ran her hands over her body, her breasts, pubic mound, and thighs as well as any stripper he had watched. She conveyed a sexual need that matched his own arousing him to new levels of excitement. She even got down on her knees at several points in the show and crawled to him, removing pieces of his clothing each time until he sat there, almost naked from the waist down.

When she crawled to him the last time looking like a feline on the prowl hungry to be had by him, only his underwear briefs remained separating her from the satisfaction she desperately needed him to provide to feed her sexual hunger. She kissed his engorged cock through the thin material, and Don could feel her hot breath, causing him to arch his back and the blood flow to increase to his penis until it was ramrod hard. Don could wait no longer.

He grabbed Colleen under the arms, lifted her up and threw her on the bed. He moved towards her like a ravenous animal. He pulled off the mary jane shoes, and held her feet against his groin. He let go, and Colleen knew what to do. She caressed his bloated ball sac with one foot, while she lightly ran the toes of her other foot gently up and down the sensitive underside of his shaft, circling with each stroke at that particular spot just below his cock head, causing Don to shiver. Don could feel his ball sac contracting as she continued to administer to his genitals with her petite feet encased in the soft, white ankle socks. The muscles all over his body began tensing as he looked down on the eager angel and the lustful look in her eyes.

When Don could stand it no longer, he grabbed her legs, hoisting one onto each of his shoulders. He reached down under the short schoolgirl skirt and ripped the cotton panties which stood in the way of her young sexy womanhood. He grabbed a firm ass cheek with each hand, lifting her small frame up and thrusting forward, impaling her with his full length. She was wet and ready, warm and moist. She arched her back, twisting and moaning as Don held himself fully inside her. She bent her knees and pressed her feet into his chest as she flexed her hips, adjusting the angle of his cock to meet her needs. The sight of her petite comely feet and pretty white ankle socks held Don’s attention, and he began thrusting aggressively in and out of her tight young pussy.

Don’s knees felt weak as his lustful desire grew uncontrollably. Colleen curled her toes as she too appeared ecstatic. Don buried his face in her toes, kissing madly and bucking wildly. He ejaculated instantly, rubbing his face in her petite socked feet, as the intensity of the pleasure ran up and down his body like pulsing electric shocks causing him to shake and spasm in complete bliss.

Don let go of her, and he collapsed on the bed sighing, “That was nice, you can go now,” completely and utterly satiated.

He had to smile at the hurt look on her face, but he was done with her and she was of no use to him anymore. She had performed the service she was there for and she performed it well. That should be enough for her, knowing that she serviced the soon to be internationally famous Don Conway. Why should he bother trying to cultivate her like he did with his favorite pretty young coeds back at the University. There was no point in spending any more time with her than necessary to satisfy his needs. Further training on her would be wasted. He had already provided her with more than she deserved.

He “awoke” from his daydream about Colleen fully erect and throbbing. His tryst with Colleen, if that was her name, he had merely chosen to call her that because of her Irish appearance, had been six days ago already. His sexual needs were fast becoming a critical priority. He would commence his prowl as soon as he arrived as it was now most urgent and he was not someone who needed to satisfy himself, that thought repulsed him. The carnal dominant male animal in him would find satisfaction this evening, of that he was sure.

Don was also looking forward to getting back to his new home. A marvelously large and spacious three-story colonial right next to the Alpha House. The Alpha House was the campus sorority which housed the prettiest and wealthiest coeds at the University. They were well cared for and pampered with perfect bodies and stunning faces, and now they wouldn’t have to go far for a private lesson on their future proper position in life with the man best suited to teach them.

He deplaned to find a chauffeur holding a sign with his name on it. It was nice of the University of California, Sunnydale, to send a limo to pick him up at the airport. It was the least they could do for the new chairman who brought attention, money and credibility to the university. At such a young age, he seemed to have it all, fame, fortune, a new home, and a job that kept him surrounded by pretty young coeds who would let him have his way with them. He was in his element now, his home turf. Yes, he would get lucky tonight.

Don loosened his tie, and saw a bottle of his favorite single malt in front of him on the limo liquor shelf. He poured himself a very generous one, and eased back letting his mind drift. He wondered if his house sitter Jenny Chang would be there when he arrived. What a knockout she was going to be when she got a little older. Hell, he thought, she was already a stunning young woman/girl. Too bad she wasn’t just a tad older he thought smiling.

Don reminisced back to his first meeting with Jenny Chang. He had just posted the flyers requesting a house-sitter on the bulletin boards around campus. He had been home for perhaps 30 minutes when the phone rang. He did not recollect her name as one of his past students, but she did seem to have a good head on her shoulders, and he very much liked the sound of her sweet angelic voice. Jenny practically begged him to see her that day, as she would be out of town over the weekend when Don was planning to interview. Don did indeed liked a girl who could beg. He said that he was busy, but she could come right over and he would try to fit her in. He reminded her that he expected excellent references to obtain the job.

Jenny arrived precisely 30 minutes later, on time for her interview. Don opened the door, and stared dumbfounded for a second as he gazed upon the petite young beauty that stood in the doorway. His eyes traveled the length of her nubile, young, perfect schoolgirl body. Attired in her pristine pink Hampton Academy dress uniform, she was a picture of perfection. Don recovered quickly from the shock of Jenny’s stunning appearance, and invited her in.

Jenny moved with ease and grace and even a sexuality as he led this little minx to the library. Don told Jenny to make herself comfortable as he had a few more things to finish up before he could see her. As he was entering his home office next to the library, he couldn’t help but turn to take one more look at Jenny. She stood there gazing up at the bookshelves, her hands clasped in the small of her back, tracing little semicircles on the rug with her pretty mary jane shoe, swaying her hips a little, and cocking her pretty head to read the book spines. Yes, Don thought to himself, her features were perfect. She had the composure and elegance of a ballerina, and the looks that could match any model.

Don and shut the office door behind him, leaned against it and exhaled. He adjusted his penis which had stirred to life in the brief moments he spent staring at the schoolgirl. She certainly did meet the pecker test he mused, but how old was she? He turned to open the door and let her in, but chastised himself for his impatience. He had told her that he was busy, working, so now he would need to force himself to wait an appropriate period of time before letting her in. He looked at the clock, and said to himself three minutes. He paced the floor. After two minutes, his desire to get her in with him outweighed the importance of showing her how important he was.

When he opened the door, Jenny was on her tiptoes on a chair stretching to reach the top of the bookshelf and holding a badminton racket. She turned and smiled at Don, jumping down from the chair causing her short pink schoolgirl skirt to flare, granting Don a brief glimpse of her thin yet athletic, perfectly unblemished and smooth thighs.

“Oh, Professor Conway, that was fast,” she said flashing an innocent angelic grin up at him as he approached, “I always wanted to play badminton, and when I saw the racket and birdies, I thought I would give it a try. I guess I didn’t know my own strength,” she giggled, flashing the pretty smile at him and pointing to the top of one of the bookshelves where one of the birdie sat.

“That’s quite all right Jenny,” Professor Conway said resting a hand reassuringly on her shoulder. “Accidents do happen. Perhaps I’ll be able to teach you a little badminton at some point,” Don smiled at her. “Let’s go chat,” Don said leading her towards his office.

“Oh professor, I am sure I can reach it!” Jenny said excitedly, “if you could just lend a hand, a boost,” she said gliding to the bookshelf.

Don smiled to himself, as he followed the energetic little angel on the quest to save the birdie. Jenny gently grabbed Don’s arms, and carefully engineered and directed him so that his back was up against the bookshelf directly under where the birdie lay trapped on top. She looked up intently, and Don gazed at her sweet face, so sweet, he could almost taste the sugar in his mouth.

“There,” Jenny said, satisfied that she had positioned him correctly. She smiled at him and reached up to place her small perfectly manicured hands on his shoulders. “Ready,” she said energetically, lifting her leg and looking to Don for the boost.

Don intertwined his fingers and carefully placed them under Jenny’s upraised foot. He grabbed the pretty black patent leather mary jane shoe, and Jenny raised herself up easily, reaching for the birdie. As she leaned into the shelf reaching, Jenny’s skirt pressed gently into Don’s face. He had to stifle a moan as he inhaled the sweet young girl’s fragrance, the smell clean, fresh, and flowery.

“Just a bit higher professor,” Jenny said, and Don easily lifted the petite girl a bit more. Jenny lifted her other leg, placing her foot on Don’s shoulder to steady herself. “I think I can get it now,” she said.

Don was in heaven! With Jenny’s other mary jane shoe on his shoulder, he was now privy to a sight unimaginable moments ago. He looked upon the shiny patent leather mary jane shoe, and his eyes traveled slowly upward, past the pretty cuffed white cotton ankle sock fringed in lace which tickled his cheek erotically as she adjusted her position, past her perfectly proportioned calf and knee. Then his gaze traced up her smooth thighs until his stare met her pale pink cotton panties. Don licked his lips as he gazed lustfully at this incredibly enticing girl’s panty covered pussy. Had she any idea just what exposure she was providing him? He could feel the pulsing in his loins, as his desire for this girl grew uncontrollably and shamelessly.

“Got it!” Jenny said stepping down from his shoulder and then jumping to the ground. For a second, Don stood there mouth agape, breathing more heavily than usual or than he should have holding up the petite girl. He was perspiring just a bit. “Thank you Professor,” Jenny said appearing not to notice his flustered state.

“Uh, yes Jenny, I’m glad we were able to solve that problem,” Don said taking a deep breath, wiping his brow, and walking towards the office.

Don collapsed, relieved, into the soft leather chair behind his desk, regaining his composure and adjusting his manhood. “So Jenny, you seem quite young for this job,” he said, struggling for somewhere to begin the interview.

“Professor, I may be young, but I assure you I am as capable or more capable than any student you are likely to interview for this job.” She said assertively, taking over for which Don would normally have been annoyed, but was now very grateful due to his state. “I am not likely to throw parties, or have irresponsible friends over, as many college students would be tempted to do. I have been on my own for some time now, and I’ve learned to be responsible for myself, for personal belonging, and for others.”

Jenny reached into her bag and took out a letter written on Hampton Academy stationery. “Here is a letter of reference from headmistress Ashton. She assures me you two know each other, and she would be happy to answer for any reservations you might have about me or my abilities to do this job.”

Don read the letter. It was indeed glowing praise, and it was clear that headmistress Ashton viewed Jenny in the highest regard. There was little he could think to say, except “Well Jenny, congratulations, it looks like you have the job.”

“Oh professor! Really? This is so wonderful!” Jenny said bouncing out of the seat and coming around the desk to give Don a hug. She threw her arms around him and squeeze, and Don for his part, held her gently and inhaled her intoxicating sweet, young flowery scent. “Oh, sorry Professor,” she said realizing what she had done in her exuberance, and stood there slightly abashed as if ready to be chastised.

“That’s quite all right Jenny,” he had said, “I am very glad you’re looking forward to this, and I am sure you will do an outstanding job!” Don said smiling at her, and reassuring her that her exuberance towards him was indeed perfectly acceptable. He stood, she took in his reassurance, and hugged him once again, this time placing her head on his chest. Don put his arm gently around her and said, “this was certainly far easier than I had ever hoped. Thank you Jenny, you are an angel sent from heaven, my weekend is now free. Perhaps you will have time for that badminton lesson?”

Don wanted to continue reminiscing about his first visit from Jenny, but the chauffeur had said something spoiling his daydream. God, he thought, could he be any more sexually aroused as he became aware of his throbbing cock?

Don poured himself another generous scotch, and savored it as his mind drifted to thoughts of some outrageously sexy coed satisfying his carnal needs this evening. He felt the blood coursing into his manhood again as a limo pulled up to his new home.

continue to part 2