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Subject: [ASCEM-S] NEW UFF TOS: "Das Boots" 1/1 (Mc/U) [NC-17]
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Title: Das Boots
Author: longbeachtrekstar ( longbeachtrekstar @ yahoo . com )
Series: TOS
Codes: Mc/U
Rating: NC-17
Parts: 1/1
Disclaimer: Paramount owns Star Trek. This is not for profit, just 
for fun.
Archiving: UhuraFicFest, ASCEM. Others please ask.
Feedback: Yes please, here or by email.
Note: Written for Farfalla's UhuraFicFest at 
http://www.cosmicduckling.com/uhura/
Summary: Uhura indulges McCoy in his fetish (apologies for the 

Das Boots
by longbeachtrekstar, February 2004


"Hurry up!" said McCoy nervously. "Christine could come back from 
lunch anytime, now." He knelt on the floor of the Sickbay exam room, 
naked and playing with his soft yet stiffening dick.

"Calm down, Doctor," teased Uhura as she buckled the last of her boot 
straps. "If you were in such a hurry, you shouldn't have picked out 
such an elaborate pair for me."

"I can't help it," said McCoy thickly, his eyes crawling all over 
Nyota. "You look so *hot* in those things."

Uhura stood before him. She was also completely naked, except for an 
outrageous pair of black leather boots. Their platform soles were 
five centimeters high, with the heels rising another ten centimeters 
above that. The strong yet supple leather hugged her calves, rose 
past her knees, and finally ended in the middle of her thighs, 
halfway between her knees and her wonderfully dark moist cunt.

Adding kinkiness to seduction, the boots were held in place by a 
series of straps and buckles -- three around each shin, and two more 
above each knee. McCoy gazed at her in fetishistic rapture, his cock 
rising to iron-clad stiffness. His hands began moving faster.

"Stop that!" Uhura scolded. "Nyota's here, and you'll do what I say 
from now on."

"Yes ma'am," grinned McCoy.

"First of all, wipe that silly grin off your face." She circled him 
closely, almost rubbing her naked flesh against him. He yearned to 
reach out to her, but knew he wasn't allowed. Standing behind him 
now, she placed the heel of her boot against the middle of his back 
and pushed him forward onto his belly. Then she stepped up onto him.

"Uooff!" he grunted. She took several steps across his back, then 
stood and leaned back slightly, digging her narrow heels into his 
flesh. He groaned louder.

"Careful," she teased. "You wouldn't want anyone to hear." She 
stepped forward and placed one boot on the floor, next to his 
face. "Lick it! Clean my boot." McCoy ran his tongue over the smooth 
leather, which was already shiny from many earlier sessions. She 
switched boots, placing the other one down on the opposite side. "Now 
the other." Pressed against the floor, McCoy awkwardly turned his 
head to comply. A few moments later, Uhura withdrew that boot as 
well. "Very good, boot-boy. Now, how else shall you amuse me?" She 
raised one boot so that she was now balanced on his back on one foot, 
increasing the pressure there.

"Ughh! Dammit!" McCoy muttered to himself.

"Hey! None of that, or it will get worse." She slid the long heel of 
the raised boot down into McCoy's ass. She pushed firmly, wedging it 
between his cheeks, then began slowly probing up and down his crack. 
Eventually, her heel wedged tightly into one spot. "Ah ha!" she 
exclaimed.

McCoy groaned. Uhura twisted her heel, and he groaned even louder. 
She raised and lowered her heel, boot-fucking him several times 
before she finally withdrew and climbed off him.

"Roll over," she instructed. He complied, and she stood over him. He 
looked up at her lustfully. His eyes traveled up her leather-clad 
legs, past her tantalizingly wet pussy and the soft black curls that 
surrounded it. He scanned past her smooth brown belly -- with the 
sexy button his tongue loved to explore -- and paused as he ogled her 
wonderfully soft and inviting breasts, each one capped with a large, 
stiff, dark brown nipple. His mouth watered at the sight, and without 
a single touch of his hands, his stiff cock flexed and expelled 
several large drops of clear lube onto his belly.

Finally, *his* eyes took in *hers* -- those mysterious dark windows 
to her exotic soul. When she stood over him like this, all reasonable 
thought left him, and he was putty in her hands.

She looked down at his dripping cock. "Oh!" she exclaimed happily, as 
if she had just found a pretty seashell on the beach. She rubbed his 
dick with the toe of her boot. "Sit up," she commanded. He did so, 
and his balls flopped to the floor as his member wagged in the air 
before him.

She brought her foot down on top of his genitals, pushing them gently 
against the floor. "Nn-mm," groaned McCoy. She pushed 
harder. "Owwhh." She pushed down with nearly all her 
weight. "Arrgghh!" he cried.

She was sure he knew their safe word -- she'd made him call it out 
many times before -- but so far he had chosen not to use it. She 
backed off anyway. He knelt before her, panting, rubbing his sore 
cock and balls. "Not yet," she chastised him. He let go. "Make love 
to my boots while I play with myself."

She leaned back against a bed as he took a boot in his hands, 
stroking it, kissing it. One of Uhura's hands stroked her breasts 
while the other slid between her legs. Two fingers disappeared 
immediately inside her wet slit, moving back and forth in long 
strokes while her thumb worked her little nub at the top. She was 
surprised how close to the edge she already was and was ready to 
finish quickly. Her other hand moved to her pussy as well, so that 
one could concentrate properly on her clit while the other thrust in 
and out.

Her eyes closed in rapture. She forced them open and looked down to 
watch as McCoy kissed and licked each buckle on first one boot, then 
the other. "Fuck my boots, Doctor." She rarely called him by his 
first name. "Fuck them! Fuck my boots!"

McCoy smiled as he scooted forward on the floor. Placing his shaft 
directly against Uhura's shin, he placed the palm of his hand over it 
and began sliding up and down. Uhura watched the purple head slide up 
toward her, then disappear back beneath his palm, then slide up 
toward her...

Uhura watched him -- she felt him too against her leg, but only 
distantly. Her feeling at the moment was concentrated in the cauldron 
between her weakening legs. Rubbing her clit relentlessly, she 
stroked deep inside herself and climaxed, a whimpering moan escaping 
her lips as she slumped against the bed.

She heard a grunt from the doctor and looked down just in time to 
watch him blow his white load all over the shiny black of her boots. 
After several thrusting spurts, he settled back on his heels, 
satisfied. They both stared for a few moments, watching the viscous 
fluid slowly work it's way down the lieutenant's leg.

Uhura hoisted her naked little butt onto the table and crossed her 
legs, with the besmeared one on top. She wagged it up and down before 
him. "You don't expect me to leave here with messy boots now, do you?"

*****

Early the next morning, Nurse Chapel looked around Sickbay, wondering 
why Doctor McCoy hadn't reported for duty yet. The intercom buzzed -- 
it was McCoy. "I won't be in today, Nurse. Can you please come by my 
quarters with a hypo-spray? My back is *killing* me!"

(End)




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