ENF NIP story – The Shoemaker’s Daughters

Then one day, the Lord Mayor of the town burst into the cobbler’s shop, where the old man was sitting idle, and demanded he take action.

“One of your daughters is a shameless wanton,” he said. “Not fifteen minutes ago, I was driving along the woodland ride, when through the trees I saw a flash of white. Thinking it was the tail of a deer, I descended from my cart and set off in pursuit. But what did I see? A young girl cavorting in the wood, and she was utterly naked.”

“Utterly?” the old man said.

“As the day she was born, though that was some time ago.”

“And you are sure it was one of my daughters.”

“No other girls in our town are as beautiful,” the Lord Mayor confessed. “No other young breasts are as firm and pointed, no other buttocks as shapely.”

“You obviously paid close attention,” the shoemaker said.

“For the sake of accuracy,” the Lord Mayor replied. “When the girl saw me, she flew up the hill like a hind. It was a hard climb for a man of my—”

“Girth?”

“Of my years. I gave up the chase. But I saw her plain as day above me. When she reached the summit, rather than covering herself, she placed her back against a solid oak tree and touched herself in the most lascivious manner.” 

“How, precisely?”

“She caressed her maidenly breasts, and, parting her legs, moved her fingers between them, not once, but repeatedly, all the while smiling at me with the most devilish expression.”

“Scandalous,” the shoemaker said.

“A sight I shall not soon forget.”

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