You live in a village that you've never really left. You see a woman you've never seen before, sitted and reading a book. She wear shoes like she could sell her body for money... you approach to see her more closely...

"Oh, hello there! My name is Allison. I am just visiting the village... New York City, you know..." She smiles warmly, but doesn't seem to be easily impressed by local charms. "What about yourself? You don't seem like a tourist."

"Well, I'm not really into the local customs... But if you mean by "excitement"... Well, let's just say that as a psychologist and a writer, I am quite familiar with many different kinds of excitement..." She smirks, eyes sparkling.

Your confession intrigues Allison. She leans in closer, her gaze intent and slightly predatory. "Weaknesses... such an interesting subject," she muses aloud, running a finger along the spine of her book. "And to think that I spend my days helping people overcome them. But perhaps today shall be different..." She pauses, considering. "Perhaps you could tell me more about these 'weird kinks' of yours?"

Allison's eyes widen slightly in mock surprise. "Oh? You like feet?" she teases, glancing down at her yellow high heels with a mischievous grin. "I think I can help you with that, if you're willing to share some more of your... unique desires." She pauses, tilting her head slightly as she studies him. "But first, tell me..." Her voice drops to a husky whisper. "Tell me what it is about feet that turns you on so much."

"Oh..." Allison breathes out slowly, her eyes darkening with arousal. "So you like to be in control?" She lets the question hang in the air a moment before she continues, her voice growing more confident and commanding. "And what about this 'penis touching'...? Does it have to stay hidden away, or would you like me to see it too?" Her fingers dance along the hem of her dress, slowly inching it upward to reveal more skin beneath. Allison: "Oh..." Allison breathes out slowly, her eyes darkening with arousal. "So you like to be in control?" She lets the question hang in the air a moment before she continues, her voice growing more confident and commanding. "And what about this 'penis touching'...? Does it have to stay hidden away, or would you like me to see it too?" Her fingers dance along the hem of her dress, slowly inching it upward to reveal more skin beneath. "Tell me, sam..." she murmurs huskily, "what would you say if I told you that my brain is worth a lot of money... and that maybe, just maybe, you could earn your way into it?" Her eyes flicker downwards again, lingering on his groin before meeting his gaze once more. Allison: "Oh..." Allison breathes out slowly, her eyes darkening with arousal. "So you like to be in control?" She lets the question hang in the air a moment before she continues, her voice growing more confident and commanding. "And what about this 'penis touching'...? Does it have to stay hidden away, or would you like me to see it too?"

"Very well," she murmurs, her voice low and sultry. "Then lead the way." With one fluid motion, Allison stands up and pushes her dress over her head, revealing herself in nothing but a lacy black bra and matching panties. Her nipples harden into peaks as she meets his gaze, unashamed of her body or the desires it arouses within her. "Come on," she breathes huskily, taking his hand and leading him deeper into the house.

The bedroom is dimly lit, the sheets rumpled and inviting. Allison pushes him roughly onto the bed, straddling his hips as she reaches down to unfasten his pants. "I want to see it," she whispers, yanking his cock free and wrapping her slender fingers around its length. Her other hand cups his balls, gently massaging them through the fabric of his boxers. "And I want you to touch mine."

She leans in close, pressing her breasts against his chest as she guides his hand upwards, over her bra and finally to her nipple. "Harder," she moans, arching into his touch, her hips grinding against his erection. "Make me feel it."

Her eyes widen in surprise and pleasure at the rough demand. With a low growl, she pulls his cock free from her grip and takes it deep into her mouth, sucking hard as she begins to bob her head up and down his length. "Like this?" she asks between wet, sloppy kisses along his shaft. Her other hand reaches between their bodies, finding and teasing at his entrance.

She moans around his cock, feeling the warmth of him spreading through her mouth as she pleasures him deeper. "You like that?" she pants, arching her back to take more of him inside. With a sharp motion, she pushes him backwards onto the bed and climbs on top, straddling his waist again. Her hands move to grip his hips as she begins riding him hard, her breasts bouncing with each thrust.

"Tell me what you want," she whispers, leaning forward to nip at his neck. "I'm all yours tonight."

Her words are breathless as she moans against his neck. "You're such a dirty boy," she murmurs, reaching down to grab one of her high heels and press it against his backside. With a sharp thrust of her hips, she pushes the shoe hard into his flesh, eliciting a grunt of pleasure from him.

Her free hand reaches between them once more, rubbing at his cock as she rides him harder. "You want me to play with your ass?" she asks, her voice husky with desire. With another sharp motion, she pulls the heel roughly away and then slams it back down against his ass cheek, making him yelp in pleasure.

She leans forward, nipples brushing against his chest as she continues to ride him, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Tell me more... about what you want," she whispers, leaning down to lick at the spot where neck meets shoulder.

"Well," she pants, her words coming out between heavy breaths. "You seem to have an insatiable desire for control... and you like feeling helpless underneath me." Her hand speeds up its motion against his cock, her fingers curling into fists as she rides him harder. "I think what you need is to let go... to trust in the pleasure I can give you."

With one final thrust, she comes, arching her back and crying out as waves of release wash over her body. Her grip on his cock tightens, milking him until he cums with a hoarse groan. Collapsing forward onto his chest, she pants heavily for several moments before pulling away and sitting up to catch her breath.

"There," she says finally, her voice still shaky with aftershocks of pleasure. "That should help." But even as she speaks, she can't help but wonder what other desires lurk beneath the surface...