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HER SWEATY JOGGER FEET
Written by: stryker53@hotmail.com
WARNING this is a sexually explicit story. If you are under 18yrs old EXIT NOW.
It was a hot sticky afternoon. I was sitting on a bench in the park watching the young folks jogging. I’m past the age of it, yet the thought off all those young hot sweaty female feet still excites me. I’d almost pay to have a soft warm pair slide up and down my face. Ahh but who am I kidding? To them I’m just some old pervert watching the tits bounce and their ass wiggle. If they only knew.
I turned to see a woman limping towards the bench. “May I sit down Sir I’ve got a bolder in my sneaker?” she asked. She was about 29
I’d say. Her blonde hair in a ponytail, midriff top with short tight red shorts. “Ofcourse, pretty one. In fact, allow me to assist you by removing the boulder.” As she sat down I bent and lifted her affected foot to my lap. “No, no you don’t want to take my shoe off. The smell alone would knock you out Sir.” That smell was exactly what I’d been craving. “No problem Missy”, I insisted and began to untie her sneaker. She tried one last time to pull her foot away, but my grip on her ankle prevented that. I got the shoe off and sat it beside me on the bench. She sighed in relief. Then I smiled and said, “Well I don’t see any boulder.” She shook her foot and said, “Maybe it’s still in my shoe.” I was rubbing her toes as I held the shoe to my eye level. I pretended to be looking for a rock, when actually I was deeply sniffing her essence into my lungs. I don’t know how long I sniffed, but she must have. “I think you’re enjoying the stench from my dirty sneaker aren’t you foot freak?” I was shocked. I knew I’d been caught. This IS what I wanted though. “Ah well I err, I mean, no, no, I was just ah err…” “Shut up pervert,” she said. Then she mashed that shoe hard over my nose with her “sore” foot and said, “Sniff deep freak. Then put my shoe back on and follow behind me, or else I’ll start screaming about what a freak you are. Some of these men jogging here are cops you know.” I was lost in my submissive would now. The harsh damp smell of the inside of her shoe controlled me. She controlled me. I wanted to be controlled. The moments ticked away all too soon as she lifted my chin from her shoe with warm toes. I replaced it, watched her grin down at me as she stood, then humbly followed behind her.
She held open the front door for me and ordered me to strip and come kneel before her. I was naked and crawling to her in a flash. She ran her shoes up and down the length of my hard on. I groaned and she firmly mashed my bloated ball sack. “Ouch, please stop,” I groaned. For that I received a hard slap on my face. “Shut up foot slave,” she hissed. “I now own you. You will obey me and worship my stinky white feet on my command. I know what your type likes. I’ve seen jerks like you on U tube. Remove my shoes and socks and await me.” I quickly obeyed. She returned from the kitchen with a mug of steaming water. Bending she poured half of the water into a smelly shoe and swished it around. “Drink slave,” she ordered. I gulped then blew on the hot stinking steam and sipped the dark water from her shoe. She smiled and grabbed her dirty socks. “I’ve ran in these all week, freak.” Then she dunked both socks in the hot water in the mug like tea bags. The toe ends sank and she let the top parts hang over the cup.
I’d grown accustom to the taste of her shoe juice. That was a first for me but I hoped she make it a part of my daily duties.
Her feet then encased my face. Warm, moist and deeply scented, my cock pointed at her. She could spread her toes like a champ. I wasted no time licking the tasty toe jam between them. She sat back and enjoyed not having to instruct my every move. At this point we both know we were exactly where we belonged.
“On your back slave boy,” she snapped. I laid down my face beneath her dangling feet. “Continue orally servicing my dirty feet freak. Lick the bottoms from my heels to the bottoms of my toes. And just to humiliate further and amuse me, masturbate that ugly cock of yours. Beg me to cum and don’t dare do so without permission. If you fail, I’ve no further need for you freak. You’ll still be a worthless foot slut with no feet to worship.”
My hand stroked up and down my stiffy as she dragged her feet over my extended tongue. I could not take much more and begged, “Please Goddess, may this worthless foot dog cum?” I begged like never before. She loved me groveling enjoying her power over me. Finally she said, “Yes dog, cum on my toes, NOW!” She pointed my foot at the tip of my cock and I shot a rope of hot slave sperm between her toes and on the top of her instep. When I finished she smiled and said, “Good boy now lick that slave mess off my foot. Then you may finish you sock tea.
When night time came she collared me and chained me to the foot of her bed. She got in naked with her feet sticking out of the sheets in my face. “I’m going to sleep freak. It’s the lash for you if I even THINK you tonguearen’t bathing my feet.” I didn’t even answer as I began licking her lovely soles. I was her proud foot pervert gladly form then on.
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