SkidMark
11-27-2009, 5:01 PM
Johnny Cash and Rockabilly music playing in the background. I know she wasn't used to the fact that people have certain fetishes and feet and legs are my weakness. That same afternoon I could tell that she
was probably enjoying herself using me as a footstool, ash tray, doormat, ottoman and worm. Slithering behind her around her studio really gave me a sense of
security being under her naked body and thigh high socks. She had a complete collection of different types of shoes in her closet. If i could smell her aroma even with her wearing socks, I can just imagine what her shoe closet would smell like. Such a beautiful young lady, blessed with a pair of attractive legs and feet make me wonder about this connection of hot gals with smelly feet. I wasn't complaining though.
Though the afternoon she would pass by my naked body and walk over me and the usual trample step. I love how her commanding eyes of this non-dominant female looked down at me smoking a cigarette while drinking a white russian pinned my neck to the floor by her foot as in a victory pose. I knew I wanted to explode so bad. Thoughts ran through my mind thinking if she has done this before, because she did look surprised the night prior when I began to worship her lower extremities. She stepped on my face, trampled my hands, lightly kicked my swollen balls and grasped my livelihood very hard. I tried my darnest not to shoot a load for the day was young.
She let me up and lead me to the corner where she has a double monitor computer. Yeah she stroke me a little..."tell me what else you like"...she commanded me sitting on my lap. Her arm around me, her cig still lit and her drink almost gone. I searched the computer and went through different fetish sites.
She smiled at some and giggled at others. I felt shyness but glad to see her face looked satisfied with what she was seeing. "Crawl under the desk"..she said. She sat on her chair and placed now both bare feet on my face, moving them from my neck to my mouth to my whole face. I think she liked to place one on my neck most of the time. Having my nose between her toes was a wet wet dream, she pinched my nose with her toes, rubbing my face while leaving her perfect stench on my face. I stared at her innocent evil face as I sucked her foot heel. The squishing sound of her fingers pleasuring herself got a little bit louder than last night.
The toe jam was visible with all this light. The day seemed it would never end, and truth was that I didn't want for it to end. With my mouthful of her peds, I heard her telling her friend that she might bring me later to her club where she danced. I stoke myself as she looked over some sites on the internet....her saliva-glazed feet were all over me as she seemed busy typing away, smoking and ignoring me as her foot stool. My mind wondered what her fetishes were, I wanted to return the favor for allowing me to be of service. She stood up and left the room....of course I followed. In the other room she swayed her hips inviting me knowing I was about to explode. Kneeling down, she placed the top of her feet on my shoulders leaving me with her exposed calves, hamstrings and ass for me to observe....I wondered if she wanted me to fuck her or cum on her feet, I preferred the second option. It turned out she just thumped her ass on my face repeatedly while her feet rested on my shoulders. I really prayed that she would trap my head in leg scissors...please let it happen. NO, she sat up and started to work my junk up and down, relieving me of my almost blue ball fate.....beggars can't be choosers I guess.
She wanted to go eat something, so I offered to take her out to lunch. Again she dressed in her short jeans, open toe high heels, tummy shirt and her very small jacket....the Bettie Page look. She had my fetish going....at the door she stopped, gave me a hug..kissed my neck undoing one of her heels..."Taste"....I never tasted the inside of a shoe, but wanted to lick her flip flop sandals last night. My body stooped down before her..I mean what idiot wouldn't. The tip of my tongue was barely in her shoe, damn if those heels stink I can already imagine the taste. Her barefoot massaged the back of my ear and was on top of my head...she shoved me down making my tongue have a full taste of her almost worn out insoles. I cringed a bit as she loudly laugh. "Fuck it"....I cleaned that sweat salty insole like a dog would to a bone. She rested against the wall and offered me her foot again....and when I was done with that one, she offered me the other...
Will this weekend ever come to an end?....next stop, her place of work..the strip joint......
was probably enjoying herself using me as a footstool, ash tray, doormat, ottoman and worm. Slithering behind her around her studio really gave me a sense of
security being under her naked body and thigh high socks. She had a complete collection of different types of shoes in her closet. If i could smell her aroma even with her wearing socks, I can just imagine what her shoe closet would smell like. Such a beautiful young lady, blessed with a pair of attractive legs and feet make me wonder about this connection of hot gals with smelly feet. I wasn't complaining though.
Though the afternoon she would pass by my naked body and walk over me and the usual trample step. I love how her commanding eyes of this non-dominant female looked down at me smoking a cigarette while drinking a white russian pinned my neck to the floor by her foot as in a victory pose. I knew I wanted to explode so bad. Thoughts ran through my mind thinking if she has done this before, because she did look surprised the night prior when I began to worship her lower extremities. She stepped on my face, trampled my hands, lightly kicked my swollen balls and grasped my livelihood very hard. I tried my darnest not to shoot a load for the day was young.
She let me up and lead me to the corner where she has a double monitor computer. Yeah she stroke me a little..."tell me what else you like"...she commanded me sitting on my lap. Her arm around me, her cig still lit and her drink almost gone. I searched the computer and went through different fetish sites.
She smiled at some and giggled at others. I felt shyness but glad to see her face looked satisfied with what she was seeing. "Crawl under the desk"..she said. She sat on her chair and placed now both bare feet on my face, moving them from my neck to my mouth to my whole face. I think she liked to place one on my neck most of the time. Having my nose between her toes was a wet wet dream, she pinched my nose with her toes, rubbing my face while leaving her perfect stench on my face. I stared at her innocent evil face as I sucked her foot heel. The squishing sound of her fingers pleasuring herself got a little bit louder than last night.
The toe jam was visible with all this light. The day seemed it would never end, and truth was that I didn't want for it to end. With my mouthful of her peds, I heard her telling her friend that she might bring me later to her club where she danced. I stoke myself as she looked over some sites on the internet....her saliva-glazed feet were all over me as she seemed busy typing away, smoking and ignoring me as her foot stool. My mind wondered what her fetishes were, I wanted to return the favor for allowing me to be of service. She stood up and left the room....of course I followed. In the other room she swayed her hips inviting me knowing I was about to explode. Kneeling down, she placed the top of her feet on my shoulders leaving me with her exposed calves, hamstrings and ass for me to observe....I wondered if she wanted me to fuck her or cum on her feet, I preferred the second option. It turned out she just thumped her ass on my face repeatedly while her feet rested on my shoulders. I really prayed that she would trap my head in leg scissors...please let it happen. NO, she sat up and started to work my junk up and down, relieving me of my almost blue ball fate.....beggars can't be choosers I guess.
She wanted to go eat something, so I offered to take her out to lunch. Again she dressed in her short jeans, open toe high heels, tummy shirt and her very small jacket....the Bettie Page look. She had my fetish going....at the door she stopped, gave me a hug..kissed my neck undoing one of her heels..."Taste"....I never tasted the inside of a shoe, but wanted to lick her flip flop sandals last night. My body stooped down before her..I mean what idiot wouldn't. The tip of my tongue was barely in her shoe, damn if those heels stink I can already imagine the taste. Her barefoot massaged the back of my ear and was on top of my head...she shoved me down making my tongue have a full taste of her almost worn out insoles. I cringed a bit as she loudly laugh. "Fuck it"....I cleaned that sweat salty insole like a dog would to a bone. She rested against the wall and offered me her foot again....and when I was done with that one, she offered me the other...
Will this weekend ever come to an end?....next stop, her place of work..the strip joint......