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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.
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.
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.
The instant he felt her warm toes touch the side of his face, the salesman took a sharp, indignant breath and jerked his head back to reflexively glare at the woman, but she was too occupied with pulling her phone from her bag and checking something on it while she waited for him to remove her other boot. Lydia softly breathed as she watched the boy guide the immaculate shoe onto her eagerly awaiting toes, even letting a soft sigh of contentment leave her as her heel settled into the back of the pump and she experienced the rich, virgin leather yielding to the curves of her foot for the first time. His rather forced conversation lost its way very quickly as Lydia lifted her foot and let the platform sole of her shoe settle on the man's shoulder.
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.
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.
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
Masks (wear): No Restraints – Hand Cuffs (get): Yes Erotic Dancing (sub): Yes Oral/Anal Play (get): Yes Bathroom use control (sub): Yes Behavior Restrictive Rules (sub): Yes Butt Plugs – public (sub): Yes Chastity Belts (sub): Yes Clothing choice (sub): Yes Cock Worship (sub): Yes Collar and Leash (sub): Yes Collars (sub): Yes Crawling (sub): Yes Eye Contact Restriction (sub): Yes Food Choice/Directed Eating (sub): Yes f***ed Dressing (sub): Yes Hot or Sensual Waxing (sub): Yes Humiliation – Private (sub): Yes Orgasm Control (sub): Yes Orgasm Denial (sub): Yes Pussy Worship (sub): Yes Serving Orally (sub): Yes Sexual Deprivation (sub): Yes sl**p Deprivation (sub): Yes Speech Restrictions (sub): Yes Struggling (sub): Yes Weight Gain/Loss (sub): Yes Strap on Dildos (sub): Yes
My wife and I wanted her to have a large party, no expense spared, but Claire insisted, 'No. Just the three of us, and Janice'. Confused, I looked around the table, both Sue and Claire's arms and hands were in full view, Janice's left arm wasn't. The dishes crashed to the floor, as Janice unhurriedly pulled my helpless wife to her face, crushing their lips together. But what I found more unbelievable, Janice's tongue was snaking out, and licking my wife's face, it seemed to stretch to at least twelve inches. I watched confused, as they pulled apart and Sue left the room, but before doing so, came around the table and spat in my face.
I lowered my lips to hers again kissed her slowly, softly, as my other hand travelled up her body and slipped the other silk tie over her, binding her to the bed. She arched her chest up and then shivered, then gave a moan as I leant forwards and covered her nipple with my mouth, my tongue rubbing the cold away. Her glorious eyes opened slowly and she smiled as I dropped the scissors off the side of the bed and brought up the red flower I'd brought from the vase next to the door and slid it in behind her ear, then cupped her chin with that hand and kissed her again.
When the elevator doors opened to our office, Jenny was the first thing I saw, casually bent the receptionist's high desk, chatting with her. Both girls both looked up at me and smiled as they said good morning, and I simply nodded and walked quickly to my office. "Now Rick, tell Val that this is not appropriate for the office" she stifled a laugh as she pointed at Val's ass, wrapped so tight in white yoga pants that you could imagine she was wearing nothing at all to cover her pert little bottom. She smiled sweetly up at me and said "Ohhh...you're such a sweetie, thanks!" I felt a sort of pride in pleasing her like this and she started to talk to me at length for the first time, telling me something about her first days and what she had learned.
As I sat down I looked to Jen, expecting a little affirmation, but she had already turned away and was stroking Matt's hair. I couldn't help but look over again and watch as Matt bent in and started to aggressively make out with Jen. I looked down and saw his hand again exploring her bare leg. Looking down at the stain in my pants, I knew I was never going to be allowed even a bit of dignity with Jen, but I hoped I would continue to be the boss who served at the pleasure of the office intern.
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."
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!).
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.
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.
Emily was wearing flip flops and her small feet looked as good as I remembered. The silence felt like it went on far too long, but Emily just looked into my eyes with a sleepy half smirk on her face. I hesitated, looking over to the bedroom and Emily taunted "Go on, you know Brad doesn't mind as long as you know your place." Emily's other foot pressed into my cock, and I felt it start to throb with my heartbeat. Finally Brad was clearly close to cumming and Emily started to push against my cock even harder, stroking just a little. I gratefully took her little foot even deeper into my mouth and when Brad started to moan I felt myself spurt uselessly into my jeans.
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.
"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.
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.
"You're a real whore aren't you?" I bob down on your dick again and you moan again "But you're so damn good." The next time I'm gagging on your dick you grab my by the hair and push me even farther in, dragging my head around a bit so my throat muscles really massage your thick hardness. When you orgasm, when your juices spill, it'll be for me and my enjoyment." I stop sucking you long enough to respond, "Yes master." "Good little slut. This feels sooo good.....omg...fuck I keep cumming...fuck...I can't stop...I just keep cumming...master....I've had enough...I can''t...anymore...I..can't...please..." You pay no attention to my mumbling and keep making me convulse. "Yes, master." "Good, now..." I feel the soft tip of your dick probing the opening to my ass.