Click. Click… Click.
I had a few minutes to myself. Without even thinking about it my mouse had drifted to the search bar and my fingers sprawled across the keys. My mind knew where the letters were and took full advantage, typing in what it wanted to see. Before me thousands of pixels lit up and joined together to form the image of a woman’s legs emerging from a trash can. Smooth and shaved, with a pair of little peach pumps on her feet, one of which dangled precariously off her toes.
I didn’t choose to like this, but sure enough my cock started inflating to the point that it was twitching beneath my jeans. There was something about them being helplessly stuck in there, unable to see what’s going on around them and unable to escape from their predicament. There was also something to be said of the contrast between the putrid filth contained within and the traditional ‘clean’ view of how a woman is supposed to be. Whatever spurred this on was too late and had become part of me that I never expected anyone to quite understand.
Click. Brrv brrv. Click… click.
I scrolled and opened more tabs, more images. Hungrily, my eyes consumed their dilemma and my dick throbbed as I nursed it beneath my hand. I needed more. For something so specific there wasn’t much out there on the internet that I hadn’t seen before. Different search terms would sometimes bring up new images or videos, but over the years I’d exhausted the list of different ways to say ‘woman in trash can’ in my search for something fresh.
“Hey!” Kitling’s voice sounded from the doorway. I couldn’t be mad about her barging in, since this was her house. I wish I’d have noticed her approaching but my mind was elsewhere. I panicked and tried to switch tabs before realising every single one of them was a lady in a compromising position. I couldn’t alt tab since that was all I had up, so I minimised the window.
“Ah!” I sounded as I scrambled to hide the evidence of my wrongdoing. With the increased bloodflow around my body I could feel my face burning up, swollen and red. “Hi Kit.”
She seemed like she was here to ask me something with the way she leaned through the doorway, still grasping the frame. My panic seemed to pique her curiosity, though.
“Oh? What’re you doing?” she asked me as I died a little inside. She started walking over to the computer just as I’d finished fumbling around with minimising the window. My mind went blank. There was a discernible pause as I combed my brain for some sort of answer, but it betrayed me again.
“Ah… uh, I was just going to come find you.” I lied, dodging the question. She’d made her way behind me now, resting her chin on my shoulder as she eyed the screen. Her silky black hair draped over my chest, tickling my neck. I was acutely aware that her right breast pushed into my shoulder.
“And what were you doing?” She emphasised, smirking and eyeing me from the corner of her vision.
“N-nothing.” I stood up, trying to remove myself from the situation and redirect her attention. As I moved, she reached out and hit alt tab before I could do anything about it. The window enlarged again to show tab after tab of women face-down in trash cans and dumpsters. Great.
As I noticed her swiftly smashing the keyboard I turned in panic, seeing if there was anything that could be done to prevent her from seeing what I was up to. It was too late. She took a glance at the screen and bounced her head back my way.
“Oh my God Jake, why-“ Then she noticed the boner.
“OH MY GOD JAKE WHY.” Kitling said forcefully, repeating her unfinished sentence as a finished one as she eyed the tent that had formed in my jeans. There was a gleam in her eye and her mouth opened with a mixture of surprise and excitement that she’d found something out about me that she wasn’t supposed to. I was hoping that maybe, one day, I could ease her into this. My already red face grew into a purple as my heart stopped for a few beats.
“You’re into this?” she asked somewhat incredulously, clicking her way through the many tabs that I’d opened.
I didn’t reply. It was better that I just said nothing at this point.
“Why didn’t you say anything about it?” she pressed me now. I felt that was pretty obvious.
“… do you want me to do that?” she grinned, one eyebrow raised. She seemed… almost into the idea, if it pleased me.
“You’d do that for me?” I’d never expected anyone to understand, let alone entertain me with this. This was real, true love. She let off a shrug.
“Sure.”
Before I knew it we were out emptying the bin in the alley outside her house, spraying it off with a hose and sanitising it as best we could. I didn’t want it to be too bad for her in there, after all. It was a tall trash can, coming up just below her tits and around my shoulder height. For a woman with Japanese parents she was pretty damn tall.
“You ready?” I asked, ready to lift her in there.
“Ready.” She replied, still smirking at me. “Is this what it feels like to be a raccoon?”
I gripped her converse and lifted her up. She used her stomach as a fulcrum to lever herself down in a controlled manner and immediately found her body to be stuck. Her hair touched the bottom of the trash can and I could hear disgusted half-moans half-screams echoing from inside. She’d instinctively placed her hands at the bottom of the can and realised it too late which only added to her moans from in there.
As she kicked and screamed, I simply leaned back against the alley wall and watched her feet writhing in the air. She could topple over if she kicked hard enough but getting out would still be hard if she managed it. As gravity pulled her jeans down I caught a flashing glimpse of yellow socks flicking around in the air. I figured it must stink in there even after we’d cleaned it – that was the only time we’d ever cleaned it out.
Her screams turned to protest as she started to become too grossed out. The kicking became more and more intense, panicked almost. I nursed the boner in my jeans, pushing against it with my hand and savouring the sensation.
“Let me out, I’m going to kill you!” She hollered.
“That’s just more reason to leave you in there, you know.”
Reluctantly I grasped her flaying ankles and rested her down horizontally before attempting to drag her out of the can. Her hair was a mess and her hands were caked with filth even though we’d washed it out thoroughly.
“I’m going to kill you, freak!” she laughed, kicking off her shoes. She approached with speed while she hopped on one foot, removing her sock and switching to the other foot to do the same. I backed up against the wall again, panicked. Before I could say anything I received a pair of soft cotton socks in my mouth, stuffed far enough into me to tease my gag reflex. Reaching out to grasp a clump of hair she pushed my head back against the bricks.
“You’re so fucked up.” She whispered to me, smiling from ear to ear. For a reason that escaped me entirely, she was loving this. Our eyes were locked together but she’d managed to raise her leg without me even noticing and I felt something pressing against my throbbing dick. I didn’t hear my moan as I released it, but she quickly unbuttoned my jeans right there in the alley and pulled out my cock as she bit into my neck.
Again I felt the same sensation, clearer this time. Her toes had wrapped around the tip of my cock and now teased and toyed with the most sensitive area around the base of the glans. They were so soft, so small. With precise rhythms her toes clenched and her foot moved up and down again and again and again, forcing my hips to gyrate in time with her uncontrollably.
“Fuck.” I moaned wildly through the socks in my mouth. There was a subtle taste to them besides the dry texture of the cotton, it was gentle but sweet, almost floral.
Precum covered her skin and lubricated her foot making her motions all the smoother and slicker as she foot-fucked me. I feared somebody would come down the alley and find us both, but thankfully we had our peace. She picked up the pace and I could take no more, shooting wad after wad of sticky hot cum into the soles of her feet. It strung between her toes and glistened softly.
Panting, I leaned my head back against the wall and took in everything that just happened. Maybe I got lucky, maybe she was just as fucked up as I was. Maybe everyone is fucked up in their own way?