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Tavna had been pacing the town for the better part of an hour, thinking to herself, waiting, letting the time pass by as it did. She’d rounded the town of Esadin several times now, passing by the same clay buildings and crossing its many street corners. The town thrived around her, seemingly without any knowledge of her passing. Merchants shouted their prices, carpenters hammered away at their houses, camels brayed, all to the ignorance of Tavna, whose mind was somewhere far more important, at least in her eyes. Caked in the dust she had kicked up after walking for so long were a baggy pair of harem pants the color of tarnished silver. Her feet were covered in beige felt shoes, curled upwards at their tips into a point. She had a white shirt on and a flimsy orange vest. Sitting atop her head was a smell, red fez, dangling a short black braid.

Her skin was dark, something necessary for living a life under the harsh desert sun. Her long black hair was pulled straight down the back of her head with two braids on the sides of her temples. She was slim and athletic, carrying a body of someone not averse to whatever hard work was required of her. Her breasts were large, pressing the fabric of her shirt forward and dotting them with her nipples. Her relatively scant clothing showed much of her torso and easily grabbed the attention of the men around her. Not that she cared or even noticed them. She was a married woman, and it was her husband who so deeply occupied her thoughts.

Khaten, her betrothed, was a worker down at the docks, the place where he toiled for hours a day under the unforgiving sun. He hoisted containers, tugged boats, and loaded gear while bare-chested, bathed in sweat, earning every coin that he could. He never complained, even saying that his job was satisfying, but Tavna knew better. It was taking its toll on him, both physically and mentally. No man, no matter how built or strong, was not made to carry such heavy loads under such dreadful heat. He often came home and passed out right after dinner. He might not have complained, but the drain on his spirit was plain to see.

Tavna wanted something to treat him with, a big thank you for his hard work as well as a boost to his energy. A gift, or a special meal, or a trip, anything would’ve helped the man through his exhaustion, but coming up with the best idea was proving difficult. There were plenty of gifts to buy, but the good ones were expensive. Tavna wasn’t the best cook, and coming by the right ingredients for a nice meal was downright impossible. A trip would’ve been nice, but getting vacation time from the boss was an even more daunting task. Whatever Tavna thought of, there seemed to be an obstacle in the way, and in most of those cases it had something to do with money. So she continued trekking in, out, and around the town, toiling her mind for what to do. Maybe she could ask one of her friends or take out a loan. The latter idea seemed silly, but she was running out of options.

She was just starting to think about how she would approach her friends when she passed something that made her pause. It sat in the open window of a shop, right behind some protective bars alongside similar products. Colorful and clean, it seemed out of place on that dusty window sill. She had been down this road a few times now, how hadn’t she seen it until now? She did a right turn and got a closer look. They were shoes, a very nice pair that were the same style as the ones she had on. These ones, however, were far more luxurious. The pointed tips were curled at a far steeper angle, pointing at the wearer’s shins. They were a fabulous turquoise color, made of a shiny and refined velvet. There was a thin gold trimming around the mouth which came up to just below the knees. Most importantly, they were her size. She gawked at them, marveling at their fine craftsmanship and shimmering presence. Had she ever been so enraptured by a pair of shoes before? No, she didn’t think so. All she knew was that she had to have them.

She marched through the entrance of the shop where a curtain of beads were hung. They parted around her and clattered together once she was through. The inside walls were hung with extravagant clothes and materials. Behind a table was an old woman. Her wrinkled face lit up at the sight of Tavna. “Why, hello there!” she greeted. “How can I help you?”

Tavna registered how rudely she had barged in. She composed her posture and bowed her head. “Hello. I saw a pair of shoes in the window that I would like to purchase. I would like to know their price.”

“Lovely! Which ones?”

Tavna spun her head to the left where the window was. Sitting there, waiting patiently for her, were the shoes. She went up to them and very carefully picked them up by pinching their mouths together. She put one in her other hand, and inspected them closely. Just from the weight alone she knew that they were real. Fake velvet didn’t pack this much density. Her eyes came close to the gold trimming. They were shiny and intricate, just as she hoped. Even if the gold was fake, such craftsmanship earned high value. Every second she held them she loved them more. “These ones,” she said. She turned around and showed them to the lady. “I’d like these ones.”

The lady nodded. “Ahhhh, I thought so. I just put them up there. I didn’t think it would be long before they caught the eye of someone.”

That explained why Tavna hadn’t noticed them sooner. She carried them to the lady’s table and set them down with immense care. She took a deep breath. Here came the hard part. She looked the lady in her eye, making out every crevice of her leather skin and seeing her own reflection in her milky eyes. “How much is it?”

The lady told her. Tavna paid it with an added tip.

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Khaten came home early after being given the rest of the day off, the greatest mercy he’d experienced all year. Hard worker that he was, he was the man at the dock who put the extra effort in behind every endeavor, no matter how small. His boss appreciated it, but even he started to notice how badly it was affecting Khaten. He was taking longer periods to catch his breath. He was bathed in more sweat than anyone else. He was grunting through the job more loudly. His boss wasn’t cruel; he let him have the rest of the day and the following day off, paid. Khaten insisted that it wasn’t necessary, but his boss put his foot down. He wasn’t about to work his most valuable employee to death. So Khaten walked his way home, secretly elated to have some freedom. Tavna greeted him gaily when he walked in, almost hysterical to see him. He was used to happy welcomes home, but nothing like this. He asked her what had her so excited, to which she answered “I’m just happy to see you! Do you want me to cook dinner?”

Famished, he said “Yes.”

Tavna cooked dinner in the kitchen and readied the plates. Before she served them, she wandered off into the bedroom. He was sitting at the eating table with his head leaning on his fist. His hair was a bush of black curls. A thin layer of facial hair clung to his jaw and lip. He had on a flowing tan tunic which showed off some of his muscular physique, something he had forged through years of hard work at the dock. His eyes wandered to the bedroom door where he had seen her enter. Dinner was ready, but she still hadn’t served it. What was she doing that was more important than giving him food?

He found out when she stepped out. Hanging off of her shoulders was a large black monolith of a cloak, covering her completely from her collar down to the floor. Only her head poked out from the top. She smiled at him curiously. “Do you like it?” she asked.

He blinked a few times, not knowing what it was he was even looking at. “Uhhh…” [i]What the hell is that all about?[/i] “Where’d you get that?”

“At a clothing shop I found today. Don’t worry, it was cheap.” She drifted over to him. The cloak covering her footfalls made it look as though her head was floating through the air. She came up to his side of the table and kissed his temple. “I’m glad you’re home early. Let’s eat.” Before he could ask another question, she went to the kitchen where she grabbed their plates through the cloak’s enormous sleeves and carried them to the table where she served them. It was fish and potatoes, still steaming from the pot.

Khaten took a deep whiff. “Ahhhh.” His stomach grumbled. He dug in, happy to finally have something in his belly. Tasty as the meal was, he couldn’t keep his eyes off the bizarre cloak. He pointed at it with his fork. “What is that for?” he asked through a full mouth.

She only smirked and shot him a wink. “It’s a surprise.”

That’s all she told him. All he could do was smile and wonder what the surprise was.

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Night came, and Khaten was in bed with only his pants on. He had his hands folded behind his head, staring up at the ceiling. The intense musculature of his upper body was on display. Every edge and curve of his pecs, abs, and shoulders stood out in sharp definition against his skin, covered by a thin jungle of black hair. His arms were bulky and venous. Though they were covered, a similar pattern continued down his legs. He was waiting on his wife who said she would clean the living room before joining him in bed. He heard her shuffle into their bedroom, carrying with her that slate of black fabric that she had kept on ever since dinner.

He frowned. “Are you going to wear that thing to bed too?”

She smiled. “No, I’ll be taking it off now.”

He scoffed playfully. “Finally.”

She turned her back on him. Her arms rose to her shoulders from within the cloak. She pushed it over her head, lifting the curtain from her feet and the rest of her body as it rose to her head and then finally fluttered to the floor. She turned around, smiling smugly at her husband. His eyes went round. Her pants and belt were on, the same that she usually wore. Everything else was different. She was topless, showing off the bodacious hang of her bosom. Her nipples, two ruby saucers, stared back at him confidently. Beneath them was her curvy and toned trunk. She put her hand on her hip and jutted her ass to the side. That helped bring his attention down from her breast to her lower body where he finally noticed her newly purchased footwear. His eyes widened again. He sat upright and marveled at them.

She lifted her toe and pivoted on her heel, letting him get a good look at how fancy they were. “Do you like them?”

“I think they’re amazing!” he said with genuine admiration. “Did you buy those?”

She nodded proudly. “Mmhmm!”

He narrowed his eyes and asked a more serious question. “And how much were they?”

“Ahh… Not a lot, you see. The seller saw how much I loved them and gave me a discount. But enough about the shoes…” She strutted her way to the bed. “Let’s focus on you~” She climbed onto the mattress in front of him. She sat on the side of her legs in front of him, propped up by one arm. “I wanted to thank you for all of your hard work. You’ve been breaking your back at the docks for so long that I noticed how much it’s been wearing on you. I figured that I should give you a proper thanks to help you relax.”

His eyes fell down to her hanging breasts, then back up. He smiled goofily. “I think I like the sounds of that.”

“Mmmm, I bet you do. And I get to have you all day tomorrow. Let’s use that time to the fullest. But for now…” She creeped her hand up to his swarthy chest. “Let’s enjoy tonight.” She brought her face to his and locked lips with him. They made out softly, filling the room with the sound of their lips smacking. She pushed him by his sternum gently, lowering him to his back. She grabbed the waistband of his pants and pulled them down his hairy legs. It revealed a dense thatch of black pubes nestled above his manhood. His penis hung heavily from his loins, puffed up by his swollen scrotum. She rubbed her hands up the top of his thighs, massaging the taut muscles beneath and feeling the scratch of his many hairs. Her fingers edged towards his fruit and soon found themselves curled around his shaft. Her other hand fondled his balls.

At once he felt the fatigue and anxieties begin to melt away. “Ohh…” He closed his eyes and rested his head back into the pillow. Her hand danced up and down his shaft, holding it upright. His foreskin slid up and down his cock helmet. Her grasp was firm and the skin of her palm was soft. His orbs rolled around in her cupped hand, jostling about ever so tenderly. It wasn’t long before the thick veins in his rod filled it with blood, building a long, hard erection. Tavna let go, making his dick flop down onto his belly. He opened his eyes and looked back up at her. She sat back on her butt and held her feet out in front of her. He watched curiously as she scooted up next to him and sat perpendicular to his body. She craned her foot over his groin and settled it onto his shaft. He gasped. “Ah! Wha-?”

“Shhhhhhhh…” She rolled the ball of her foot on him. “It’s something I want to try. Just hush and relax.”

He didn’t argue. He adjusted the pillow beneath his head so that it would hold it up and let him watch. He had to see this. She rubbed the sweet, soft fabric of the shoe up and down his length. It felt good, but it wasn’t quite a hand or blowjob. That changed when she drew her other foot up and clamped his penis between them, pointing it up at the ceiling. She began slowly rolling her feet around it like she was starting a fire. The skin of his dick twisted and rolled with the direction of her feet. It throbbed anxiously against her sole. The first bead of glassy precum ebbed from his tip and welled into the ring of his foreskin.

He licked his lips and scowled. This was starting to feel nice. Her feet looked so dainty and agile the way they moved him around. The shoes were far softer than he expected. The flex of her toes inside of them was even nicer. He looked at her and saw her focusing intensely. Her tongue was poking out the corner of her mouth. He had to reward her effort. “You’re doing great. I’m liking it.”

Her eyes cut to him and lit up. “Really?”

“Yes. Keep going.”

Her teeth were bared into a bright smile. “OK.” She rolled, twisted, and gyrated her feet every which way around his pole. Soon the pleasure was making him gasp and sigh. More precum bled from his tip, coating both the top portion of his shaft and her feet. His balls started growing heavy, like the load inside of them couldn’t be let out soon enough.

“Mmf, you can go faster, just a little.” She obeyed, escalating the pleasure and making him vocalize even more. Soon he was grunting and groaning in full, encouraging her to go further and faster. She gripped his dick and stroked it like she would with her palms. His every retort was a boost in her confidence, telling her to keep going. She did, and eventually he said those magic words. “Ah, Tavna. I’m going to cum. Yup! [i]Ah! I’m cumming![/i]” She did not escalate her speed or tighten her grip. She maintained her cadence, ready to go for as long as she needed to.

It wasn’t long. “[i]Hyaaahhh~![/i]” His stomach bounced and his toes curled the second before the first blast of cum came spewing from his cock like a volcano. The first rope tore into the air and landed on his pubes, clinging to the many dense hairs. More spurted out of him, shotgunning into the air above his crotch and landing on his thighs, his lap, his tummy, and her still-stroking feet. It stopped soon enough, and his pillar began to go soft in her grasp. She ceased stroking, and his penis slumped back down onto his balls.

She retracted her feet, smiling from ear to ear. She didn’t think that would work as half as well as it did. She thought she would be lucky to make him cum. Now here she was with pearls of molten ivory across her new shoes and her husband panting heavily. She sat with her knees up and rubbed his belly. “Did you enjoy that?”

His pants broke off into laughter. “Ahhh… I did indeed. That was incredible. I didn’t think I’d enjoy it that much.”

She patted his abs. “I’m happy to hear that.”

He sat upright and got on his knees. He held his hand out to her and he pulled her up to the same position in front of her. They wrapped their arms around each other and began kissing. While their tongues made love she gripped his penis and stroked it next to her hip. With the help of his cum acting as lubricant, he was erect after only a minute or so. She broke lips with him and kissed his cheek, then his chin, then his collar. She backed up and got on all fours. She was eye level with his cock, glistening in his own cum. His smell struck her nose and singed the inside of her nostrils. She kissed his tip, once, twice, then opened her mouth and swallowed him.

“Ahhh…” He laid his hand on her hair and played with it. She suckled his head sweetly, swabbing her tongue around his glans and flicking about his foreskin. She swallowed his cum greedily. She went down further on his shaft, tasting more of that delectable seed. She made it down three quarters of the way before the tip reached her throat and she could go no further. It was more than enough. She bobbed her head on him, eyes closed, moving her entire body along with the flow. He knelt there with his hand on his hip and the other massaging her scalp. His mouth was hung, breathing heavily as he watched his dick disappear into her stretched lips. Her mouth was soft like velvet, imbuing his shaft with a heat both kind and intense. A shiver rolled through his loins and into his buttocks. “God… That’s so good.”

A short laugh echoed through her nostrils. She managed to form a smile with her currently occupied lips. Her tongue slithered across the underside of his shaft, lapping up every bit of cum and musk. It helixed around his column. It flicked against the sweet spot beneath his glans. She felt it throb and burn on her tongue. It was so heavy and thick. Her hand grabbed what shaft she couldn’t swallow and began stroking him. That got a reaction out of him. Again she laughed. She could’ve done this all day.

That was until he was forced to cum again. A shuddering moan bellowed out of him as his cock released another torrent of hot seed, right down her gullet. She swallowed it, then pulled her mouth off of him so that she could stroke out and catch the rest of his orgasm on her tongue. More blew out of him, eventually devolving into wide-spreading blasts of white droplets. She captured every bit while her eyes remained locked on his. It made the ecstasy all the more intense, all the way up until the last plip of cum driveled from his tip, onto her tongue.

She closed her mouth and swallowed what was a fat load. He gasped once her mouth opened. Her heart was pounding. He was above her, panting and moaning even worse than before. Nice as the footjob was, it had nothing on her mouth. She meant to kneel back up and kiss him, but he fell onto his back. He was utterly spent, recognizable by the look on his face and how his dick was already fully limp. “God… Tavna…. Ahhhh… I loved that… Ahhh…”

She rubbed around his calf. “I’m glad. You deserved it.” She crawled over to him and lied on top of him. They made out some more, now with a noticeable torpor. “Will you go to sleep now?”

“Yes. Not just the docks, but now you’ve sapped me of my energy.”

She giggled. “Your energy and other things.”

He kissed her. “I’d gladly give that up. Goodnight.”

She pecked his nose. “Goodnight.” She slid off of him and left the bed. She had to clean herself of the cum on her shoes and pants. She took her clothes off, leaving her nude. She went to the wash basin and brushed the cum off of them, spending extra time on her new shoes. When she came back to the bedroom, Khaten was already on his side, dead asleep. She put the folded clothes in a corner then tiptoed to the bed and lifted the covers over him. She got on the mattress next to him, and as she pulled the covers over her own body, she noticed the shoes in the corner, next to her pants. She smiled proudly. [i]Best investment I ever made![/i]

Then she pulled the covers over herself. She snuggled up to her husband, formed the large spoon, as was soon asleep with him.

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