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The pretty girl looked at me briefly, then rolled her eyes and said, "No." She turned back to her friend and kept talking. "Look, can you leave us alone?" the pretty girl said. "Trudy, my god, what are you…" her friend started, looking like she didn’t know whether to laugh or be shocked. "Anyway, he’s not much bothered by the smell, so I guess his only problem is that he looks pretty stupid with a foot in his face. Christ, I think he is actually going to stay there. I was sweating and it felt like my only working senses were smell and vision, while the rest of my brain had stopped working, as if her foot had shut my system down.
Seem a bit quiet," she said nonchalantly as she unknowingly slipped the nyloned toes of her let foot under the cuff of the right leg of my shorts. "Think I'll help myself to another Breezer," she said as she swung around to grab a bottle from the back seat, finally planting the arch of her sweaty little nyloned foot squarely on my trapped dick. It gets me so horny knowing you've spent the last year and a half lusting after me, dreaming of the day when I'd grind my panty-clad ass cheeks against your face, chest, and hard dick before my beautiful feet would stroke your hard cock and make it cum harder."
"Hi Sophia, I think you should probably go home and do some homework or something." I barely squeaked out while my voice cracked. I had been kneeling and holding up the foot I cleaned with my hands while she had been rubbing the other one all over my face. I thought I had finally finished my task when I realized that she had originally rubbed so much dirt on my face that her first foot was dirty again. I laid on the floor doing her homework and she sat on top of me rubbing her feet on my head or sometimes placing them in front of my face for me to admire.
Several times, he has refused to give me a foot massage because my feet were too smelly, even when they were almost fresh form the shower. The next time we had an argument and I felt my temper rising, instead of slapping him, I quickly fetched the handcuffs and locked him to a table. I calmly explained that he could go on for as long as he wanted, but my feet were going to stay right there until he would calm down and apologize. I couldn't help but laugh, which made him more angry, but again, the foot odour spoke for itself and pretty soon he gave in and kept his mouth shut.
I've been in a stable relationship for six months with a beautiful girl, called Sarah. I feel like crap that I don't turn you on, that I'm not good enough for you," Sarah raged, "I'm so pissed off!" "Do you WANT me to be your Mistress, little one? Because I thought you pathetic enough to submit, I prepared some rules, especially, for you, Graham. I am a good Mistress, little one." She said with an evil smile. "Yes, Mistress Sarah!" I replied. Even I am not used to such power, in our relationship and must also learn the ways of being your Mistress," she said, with a dawning realization and a smug smile that was to become a common fixture on her beautiful face.
You open the back door to the car and climb in seductively, on your hands and knees noticing the guy staring at the perfect shape of your ass. As he opens his mouth to begin his worship of your feet, you begin pushing two fingers all the way inside your pussy, and you watch him. A woman on her back, her skirt hitched up, fingers plunging in and out of her pussy, with her legs in the air, in the face of the guy sitting next to her, facing forward, sucking the dirt off her feet. You are kicking out at the guy's face and he is trying to hold your feet still so that his Worship isn't interrupted by your all-consuming orgasm.
After three months working in the office, Zoe, our new coworker, succeeded to lead most of our male colleagues (and, as far as we know, at least one female) to despair. My chance with Zoe came up, unexpectedly, on the pretext of a spare ticket to a concert that was going to happen in town, the following weekend. From then on, she took command, dictating the rules and putting me down, making me feel grateful for not being left alone at the concert. As the band managed to electrify the audience, Zoe left her chair and continued dancing throughout the concert. By this time, Zoe let me know how badly she needed to pee, waiting for me to find a quick solution to relieve her urge.
With shaking hands and trembling fingers, I picked up the telephone and triumphantly placed my order: "Three pizzas - the works and a six pack of diet irn-bru." I impatiently waited for my gourmet feast to arrive. I lethargically lifted my body from my couch and slowly, coolly, walked to the door. (Mustn't let on any show of anticipation to those pimple faced, lecherous pizza boys.) I methodically opened the door. Plump hands being lifted over her head, to the left, to the right, then her whole big body bending forward! It seems I was so completely immersed in the intense pleasure of the moment, I sincerely believe I left my physical body and entered some supreme spiritual state (I came six times!).
This intense feeling was increasing and I decided to stay for a while, leaning over the counter, slowly glancing at the images and enjoying the growing stiffness of my cock, rising as I turned the pages. At some point my penis began to throb and the glans rubbing against the soft fabric of my underwear made it impossible to hold myself without sticking a hand inside my pants. Oh God, how I've yearned to be near her, unhook her bra and feel her breasts shudder under the touch of my hands, arouse her with my skilled fingers and taste the precious juices liberated by her pussy, take her to orgasm by the single action of my industrious tongue.
Finally, I dropped to all fours and put my ass in the air, bucking out my last few pulls as my cock shot cum onto the bathroom floor. He put his hands on my head and began to feed his cock into my throat, hardening into me like a velvet glove made to hold his dick. "Kiss both mommy's nipples, little girl-boy, then take the bottle of lube on the table there and grease up my cock. When there seemed to be a visible wrapping of lubricant on the dong, Queen Mommy Vann pulled hard on the leash and turned me to face the TV. I looked at the semen on my thighs, tasted the cum on my fire red lips, savored the strokes of my Mommy's endless cock.
I chose the urinal beside the door and decided to take a closer look at the woman - who, meanwhile, resumed her cleaning task - through the open door, while getting ready to pee. Watching my cum splashed all over the floor she'd just clean, she threw me a disgusting look, while giving a rant about the patience she needed to put up with all the freaks (and they should be many, judging by her expression) which rode by the place, choosing her as pretext and goal for their dirty fantasies. Without saying a word, she turned away and headed for the bathroom door, closing it after hanging on the doorknob an off-duty notice that she took from the cart.
Anal Sex (get): + 5 Masks (wear): + 5 Restraint in public – under clothes (get): - 5 Restraints – Hand Cuffs (get): + 5 Whipping – genitals (get): + 1 Erotic Dancing (sub): + 1 Bathroom use control (sub): + 5 Butt Plugs – public (sub): + 5 Clothing choice (sub): + 5 Cock Worship (sub): + 5 Humiliation – Private (sub): + 5 Humiliation – Public (sub):+ 5 Pussy Worship (sub): + 1 Serving Orally (sub): + 5 Medical Scenes (sub): - 1 Other a****l Play (sub): + 5 Pony Play (sub): - 5 Punishment Scene (sub): + 5 Puppy Play (sub): - 5 Religious Scenes (sub): - 1 Schoolroom Scenes (sub): - 3 Strap on Dildos (sub): + 5
I thought about going upstairs and wishing her happy birthday, but didn't as it sounded like she was minutes from heading downstairs. I felt myself hardening thinking how nice it would be to have my face between her legs making love to her with my mouth, to have her smell on me as I headed to the basement to sleep while she began her day with an orgasm. It had been a long time since I had ran my fingers through her hair or felt it against my face loving its feel and smell as we had intercourse. I said, "You feel like you're cheating on your boyfriend don't you? I know you love your boyfriend but you shouldn't let it limit your freedom.
She grinds slowly against the ball gag only occasionally leaning forward to tease my manhood that strains against its metal and PVC restraints, precum already trying to escape but only spurs on my goddess to tease more yet of course without release ... I try to wriggle to get that little extra contact hoping that may tip me closer to that blissful release but my bonds lend no aid, I am stuck immobile being played with as the PVC fuck toy my goddess mistress chooses me to be. Deep inside her tight, moist, throbbing cunt I can only groan into the ball gag with lust, frustration and longing for my goddess to finally allow my release...
You wake up and see me at the end of the bed, massaging my feet with a little scented oil, slowly touching every crevice of my toes, and then I start to paint my toenails your favorite color, light blue. This cute little shoe boy would carefully arch my foot, and gently slide my sandals off, his fingers lingering around my sole, and then he would accidentally on purpose bring my sandals close to his mouth and inhale when he didn't think anyone was watching. I leaned down and gave you sweet, slow, sexy kiss, resting my hand on your cock and whispered seductively "This is where the shoe boy kissed my feet."
I am more than a few stairs behind her, admiring her sexy legs and panties (usually a skimpy thong, or lace) and fantasizing about what it would be like to reach out, caress and kiss the back of her tanned and toned thighs and calves, working my way to her shaved pussy. By the time she approaches her own floor, my cock is hard and throbbing, straining in anticipation of being able to unleash a load of hot cum all over her legs. I slowly hike up her skirt and start licking, kissing and sucking the upper part of the back of her thighs, gently kneading her butt cheeks, moving them away from her pussy lips.
"Come on out and meet Martha, Little girl," Katie encouraged, spurring her pet on by gently sliding her shoe up against the tin and kicking it over, spilling out bits of food and cotton that made up Angie's tiny home. It was always her favorite moment of the day when her Little pet dropped to her knees and showed her devotion to her delightful feet, and now her new girl was getting into the spirit, starting to press her lips to the side of her shoe. Katie gave the slightest nudge with her shoe, knocking her other Little pet back as she rose to her feet, and the two of them began to watch, eager to see what Angie was going to do.
In the world of men I worship Semen. worship body of man. Semen of men, that this worshiper's belly be filled with the Semen of men. Cock is a Living Bridge between God Seed is the Life, the Sacred Knowledge of God. Semen, the Sacred Water, is the Spiritual Union of man and God. Giving worship and pleasure to Cock Cock is worshiped freely and without The sacred link between Cock and The Semen is the Sacred Water, a Sacred Water to all men who do so is to perform the Work of God. Take the Seed of all men who offer If a single worshiper takes the Seed Seed among men is the Drawing into Worship Cock. Worship Cock. Worship Cock.
Could I worship you on my knees Could I swear a pledge to Follow where you lead? Could I kiss your perfect toes Your swelling tool Your yummy asshole? Could I suck and lick And bite? Would you let me be better Than your wife? Could I crawl and beg and plead To be your slave, your willing Doggie? Could I wear a collar Proof of obedience Your eager screw. My open thighs Open pussy, open ass A mouth to use Hard and fast. Make me your slut In private or in public Your dirty little secret To control and fuck. Whip me, pinch me Yours to train. What would you like? What do you want? And no one has to know.
"I know you closed your eyes just so there was more of my delicious spit covering your face so that you can lap it up with your tongue. Clean off your face like a good boy." You start licking your face, reaching your tongue as far as it can reach to try and get every last specimen of my flavorful saliva on your tastebuds. I know you especially love when I cover your tongue with my shitty ass spit so I can really make you the dirty boy that you are. Thank you for covering me in your filth!" you manage to mutter between licking the sides of your face and trying to reach your arms and torso for more tastes.
As the time for the meeting had come and gone, Shelley found herself back in her office semi exhausted. Shelley laughed and sat back in her chair, propping her feet up against his stomach. Crossing her legs and dangling one foot, she pointed towards the floor and James instinctively dropped to the floor at her feet. She smiled at James and placed one foot squarely on his face as he sat there. James recoiled with embarrassment and tried to hide his "situation." Shelley dangled one of her feet and encouraged the boy to keep going. James tried to keep going as he kept looking over at her feet. After cleaning up James sheepishly went back into Shelley's office area and asked if there was anything further.
The one small challenge I had was at the end of the day when I had a meeting with Bob and Val. It was all business, and Val was dressed quite conservatively, but as Bob went on about the need to keep travel expenses down for the quarter, Val took her bare foot out of one shoe and started to stretch her toes. I couldn't resist looking down at her feet and I saw that she had casually taken one foot out of her flip flop and pointed it up at me. As I finished my spurts and breathed heavily on to her foot, I looked up at Jenny's angelic face and we both knew she would be the boss from now on.
Noel looked up from her book in the right direction and caught the eye of a good looking man: coffee-colored skin, navy blue double-breasted suit, red silk tie, white shirt with gold cufflinks, polished brown brougham shoes. Pleased to meet you, Jonathan." Noel flashed him a smile that she knew would send shivers up and down his spine and straight to his cock. He looked back at Noel just in time to see her panties rip open and dozens of tentacles shoot out of her pussy! With that, Noel's pussy tentacles threw Jonathan face down on the soft rug in the living room. Jonathan screamed as best he could with the tentacle gag still in his mouth and Goddess Noel finally let him shoot the load he'd been building up all night.
By the look on your face and the muffled groan of disgust, I gathered that my dream self had imagined you to be terribly embarrassed by what your feet would smell like after that workout and, no telling how long you had continued to don those worn out sneakers. Your toe wiggling in a vain attempt to pull away from my hungry nose did nothing but excite me further, just feeling your foot moving just beneath that thin fabric against my face was very stimulating. Your breath caught, and I saw your leg tense as your foot slowly curled, pointing those cute unpainted toes right at me. This time, with bare foot flesh against my face, the smell did even more to arouse me.