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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."
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.
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.
"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.
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.
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.
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."
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.
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.
The car wasn't full but the people near us all clearly heard Emily tell me in a little girl whine that she had got dirt on her foot. I took off her flip flop and was stroking invisible dirt off her sole when Emily pulled her foot away, pushed her foot brusquely against my shoulder and told me I was a 'good boy'. Madison simply stared down smiling so I looked over to Emily who nodded and said simply, "Well done, now let's go." Emily looked at me with the cash in her hand taunted me, asking if I thought Madison was sexy, whether it would be exciting to kiss her, be alone with her.
I asked her if she wanted a water and she looked at me with her big brown eyes as if to tell me she knew exactly what I was really thinking about. Sofia took another hit, then continued, "That I should expect men to want to kiss my ass." Sofia turned and lifted her little skirt, her luscious ass less than a foot from my face. Sofia broke into gales of laughter and rose, pulling away from my lips and letting her skirt fall back over her ass. "I like that you're so anxious to please Jack." Sofia bent down to kiss my cheek and as she did so she squeezed my cock through my pants.
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They were smooth and flawless and my mind actively imagined what it would feel like to be able to kiss, stroke and lick them as much as I wanted. She slept for awhile and that gave me unlimited time to stare at her legs, imagining what it would feel like to kiss, caress, nibble and then cum all over them. She parted her legs so I was able to put my hands between them, and I slowly caressed her warm inner thighs. While kissing those luscious legs I started to rub her pussy through the material of her panties. On my knees again, as she parted her legs I started kissing her inner thighs, working my way up to her panties.
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.
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...
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 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.
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.
"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.
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.
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.
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!).
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.
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.