DeanGrimes7
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“Jez, thanks for having me for lunch, Jodie” I say.
Jodie is my wife’s older sister, she forty-one now. Me and my wife have been married for 3 years, we are both in our early thirties.
“Not a problem, Ben, happy to help” she continues “What time is your flight later”
I’m only staying here because I’ve a flight in a few hours, I live about six hours away, so it’s handier, so I don’t miss my flight.
Jodie has invited me for lunch, I’ve known Jodie as long as I’ve known my wife at the point, maybe even longer. We’ve always been good friends.
“My flight isn’t till much later it’s the last one out, around ten tonight” I say.
She comments “We will have some lunch then go out into the sun or something then?”
It’s a lovely summers day. Right slap bang in the middle of July.
“How’s the kids?” I ask
“Sure, they are away at the football with Glen”
I forgot her husband took the two boys over to see the game. She’s obviously just wanted some company today.
Standing at close to six foot tall, Jodie strolls around the kitchen as I lounge on the chair. Her pink and yellow one-piece dress flowing in the breeze from the open back door. She’s bouncing on her toes across the kitchen; the tiles must be cold. I notice her toes are painted dark red, her feet are stunning as always, those size eight feet have always caught my eye.
I stare a little too long. As she spins on them, flexing her toes as she finishes lunch.
“Nearly done” she says causing me to jump out of my concentration.
“Cool, no rush” I say trying to play it cool. My thoughts rushing for a split second.
She sits, putting lunch in front of me just before, she’s taken the seat directly opposite.
Her long brunette hair coving her eyes and she begins to eat.
“The last flight then?” she says, “Plenty of time, is there anything in particular you’d want to do?” she asks.
“I’m easy” I say leaning back to catch some of the cold air, I’m in shorts and a t-shirt, no shoes on and I’m still feeling the sweat and the heat a little. I’ve gotten into shape this past year, so less body fat means less heat. I should be colder, but alas I’m not.
Jodie sits and doesn’t speak for a bit. She’s thinking. Lost in thought. Does she look nervous maybe?
She’s always kept the weight off, even after having two kids. She’s not toned or super skinny by any means, but she’s always looked well, big boobs, big ass, big hips. I’ve always wondered what she would look like under those clothes.
She finally speaks “Well, I’ve got an idea I’d like to run past you” she says this a little hesitantly.
“Go on” I reply confidently. She probably wants me to do something manual for her.
“Well” Again she hesitates, trying to build up some confidence she leans back in her chair.
She continues “You’ve always had a little thing for me…” she pauses.
I cough and my eyes widen, surprised by this “Jodie, I’m not sleeping with you here” I spurt out.
“No” she replies quickly “I know what you like” she says quickly.
She rubs her toes up the inside on my leg moving slowly up my calf towards my thigh, I don’t stop her.
I look at her and she’s gently biting her lip.
I can feel an erection already building, she’s right.
Over the past few years, she’s always gone barefoot at family events. Sitting on sofas, at parks, at different people’s houses.
I chanced my arm a few months ago, and touched her feet as she was sleeping, I acted like I was sleeping too, I thought I got away with it, I clearly haven’t.
I say “You’re not wrong” I let out a deep breath to compose myself. “What do you want to do?”
She’s confident now, she can see she’s broken my thoughts a little, her toes are touching my erection, she smiles.
“I’m ticklish…” she pauses a second “Glen is… no fun, he just wants fucked all the time, I want tickled”
“Tickled?” I say surprised.
“Come with me” she says jumping up quickly and holding out her hand.
I take it and she leads me down the hall into her bedroom, which to my surprise is already ‘set up’. She’s had this planned; she’s known for a while.
Two restraints at the headboard, at the corners and a pair of stocks at the bottom of the bed, secured to the foot of it.
She touches my chest “This will be our secret” she laughs.
“You want me in there?” I say nervously.
“No” she laughs again. “Not yet anyway”
She finishes “Will you tie me up, tickle me, just my feet, I want that arousal” she’s nearly begging.
There is a part of me that wants to run, to leave but I’m desperate to do this.
My sex life is boring, quite vanilla, even when I’ve suggested something different or fun it usually gets shot down quickly. This could be fun.
She smiles at me before I can reply.
“Fuck it” I say “Let’s do it”
Her smile beams and she basically jumps onto the bed and is moving her hips in an excitable way.
Her room is hot, warm and humid.
I blow some air up over my face trying to cool down and step towards the window.
“No” she says “Don’t open it, can’t have anyone hearing” she laughs.
Good point.
I begin to strap her right wrist into the leather restraint and I ask, “Have you done anything like this before?” finishing I move around the bed to her other wrist.
“No, not like this” she laughs gently as I start to secure her left wrist “Me and Ruth have played around with bondage but no tickling”
Ruth is her other friends, I felt my penis twitch slightly at the thought, that’s hot.
“Tight enough?” I ask. She flexes her hands and tugs a little, I can see the muscle lines her bicep a little as she tries.
“Very much so” she giggles.
I start to form a plan of what I’m going to do to her in my head as I seal the stocks shut securing her ankles.
“Tie the toes” she demands.
“Of course,” I shout back. I’m fully invested in this now.
She moans as I secure her toes tightly so her soles stare at my face, no protection, no defence. No way out.
She playfully struggles to free herself from the bondage but can’t. I’m proud of my work here.
I rummage through her drawers pulling out a few different things.
She asks, “What are you doing?”
I reply, “You said you didn’t want anyone to hear?” I say as I fit a cloth gag into her mouth, her eyes widen in a little bit of shock, but her eyes roll back slightly, she likes it.
She’s mumbling, her body is gently shaking from excitement. I take a seat at the end of the bed near her exposed feet.
“Today” I begin, now playing the game. “We have a challenge for our victim here” I put on a posh voice.
“We are going to see what parts of her feet are the most ticklish” I pause as another moan occurs behind the gag “AND” I pause for dramatic effect “What item causes the best reaction!”
She sits up as best she can to look at me, for the first time I hint of fear enters those eyes.
I leave the room briefly, letting her stew on the bed as I search the house for some ‘tools’.
Before I enter the room, I decide to increase the stakes a little, I take off my t-shirt.
I walk in and she immediately see’s my body, not the tools I’ve collected, she tuns her head and pulls with quite a force at her bondage. I can hear the word “Fuck” below the gag.
She’s horny.
Good.
“For our first item” I say “A feather”
I gently begin to rub the feather over the soles of her feet, gently, so gently that it’s barely touching anything that isn’t her arch. She’s laughing a little, not much. Barely moving in the restraints.
“I’d say that’s a 2/10” I comment.
I turn the feather around and use the tip. I run the tip her soles. Much more of a reaction now.
He back arches immediately as I touch her left foot with the solid tip, her feet don’t move, her toes flex slightly but she won’t win. The laugh is stifled by the gag but she’s enjoying this.
“5/10” I say she screams “Five” as loud as she can under the gag.
She’s breathing heavy, already. Sweat is beginning to form on her soles. I’ve barely started.
“My fingers” I say quickly and start to rack my fingers all over her feet, slowly and methodically, over both feet at the same time. Her sweat acting like a lubricant, she’s thrashing about in the bed. The restraints doing an excellent job. I make eye contact with her and her eyes are blazing.
She’s hysterical.
I’m horny.
This continues for maybe five minutes, who knows. I lost track.
I give her a minute to recover and forget about the game; I don’t even give that a score.
I sink my lips into the arch of her right foot using my tongue and lips to worship them. She doesn’t laugh at this, she moans, nearly screams through the gag. It’s a different scream from the word I heard a couple of minutes ago, this is a frustrated, lustful scream.
I stop.
I can hear her begging “more” I think I can hear under the gag.
“I’m in charge here” I say back.
She slams her head back down onto the pillow in sexual frustration.
Next item. I don’t tell her anymore, her frustration is like music to my ears.
I lift a cold metal fork from the floor, it’s not sharp or anything, I run it across my arms before deciding it was good. I don’t want to hurt her after all.
I stick it gently into her meaty soul and her body reacts like it was an electric shock, her whole-body pulses as I move it up and down, closer to her toes and back down to her heel alternating between feet as I do it. It’s a broken laugh that escapes the gag; I calculate that only certain parts of her feet are really sensitive.
“Was that good?” I ask in jest.
She sits up again, the best she can. Eyes begging, pleading. I can hear what sounds like “Please” under the gag.
“Next item” I say.
She shakes as violently as he can to escape the bondage, to give her or me, some pleasure.
I press the start button on an electric toothbrush; her eyes shoot open and she immediately stares at me. I don’t hesitate.
I run the brush over her feet paying special attention to her toes now, getting in between them, the best I can around the ties securing them. She’s hysterical, properly hysterical now. This is her ‘spot’ clearly. As I continue working on her toes on her right foot, I start into worshipping her left foot with my lips and tongue.
“UUHHHUUCCCCCKKKKK” is all I hear repeatedly.
I ask, “Pleasure or torture?” knowing she can’t reply.
In fear that she’s going to pass out, I stop. Doing both. She screams under the gag again. She clearly didn’t want me to stop.
I move up to her face, leaving her feet alone for now. Her eyes bulge as she looks at my chest and abs, she’s bursting now, she’s frantic.
“You want out?” I ask swiping the wet, sweaty hair out of her face now.
She’s nodding and flexing her muscles, moving from side to side. I slips off my shorts as I ask. My bulge huge now in my boxers. Her eyes roll to the back of her head and she turns away. As she does this, I quickly tie a blindfold over her eyes.
Her frustrated noises and movements a clear indication that she hates this. I guess I’ve not got long left to enjoy this.
I sit back down at her feet and begin to unleash pure torture in the form of a hairbrush. She’s done. She’s screaming, bouncing up and down on the bed, frantic, pulling hard at her restraints, so hard I can hear the bed beginning to creak slightly. Her feet hold; her toes can move.
I’m not moving the brush fast, using her sweat that keeps forming as lubricant I love the brush up and down slowly, every fibre, every bristle causing a reaction to explode from her body.
After five minutes, I stop.
She’s breathing heavy.
“You’ve passed the test” I say in a posh excited voice.
I think she replies with “Fuck you” she wishes.
“You win a prize!” I continue “Here is your reward”
I begin to worship her soles again, no tickling, only sensual pleasure. I keep going and going until I think she’s close.
She’s arching, her toes are beginning to bend in.
I stop, suddenly. Rubbing my hands over her exposed soles.
“All done!” I announce. I bounce up onto my feet.
She’s frantically saying no, repeatedly under her gag. Throwing her head from side to side. Pulling and tugging to get free.
“I’ll let you cool down here for a little” I say and open the window to let in some air.
“I’m going out to sunbathe; I’ll be back in half an hour”
She screams as I closer her bedroom door, leaving her tied, gagged and blindfolder on the brink of orgasm.
I return in half an hour as promised, she’s still laying there. The only difference is the blindfold has slipped slightly I can see her eyes.
She burns a whole in me just by staring. I laugh.
“Oh come on, it was a bit of fun”
She shakes her head as I ungag her.
“Not fucking funny” she spits out “I was so fucking close” she laughs beside herself.
I gently unbuckle her wrist restraints as she catches her breath.
Untying her toes from the stocks, makes my erection lift again, the smell, the sight and the feel of her meaty feet enough to make me lose focus slightly.
She sit’s up on the bed now, rubbing her feet on the bed and stretching her arms.
“Can…” she pauses “I get some revenge?” she adds with a wicked smile.
“I’m not very ticklish” I respond. I’m not joking or playing either.
“I don’t care” she replies. “Boxers off” is all she says.
I comply.
She throws me onto the bed in one motion and starts to restrain my wrists the same way hers were.
Instead of the stocks, which she swiftly removes, she straps more corner restraints on and secures my bare feet in those.
As an extra ‘precaution’ as Jodie called it. She puts dressing gown ties around my knees to keep them apart.
The same gag is affixed in my mouth.
She slowly slips off her dress and bra, and sit’s slowly and gracefully on my chest. Her feet propped onto my forearms, so close to my face, her ass in her tight pants, close to my face. The gag stopping me from touching, rather than making a sound.
Jodie doesn’t speak, she just wraps her hands around my penis and jerks, slowly. Desperately slowly.
I can’t move. I can’t speak. Everywhere I look my arousal increase. Her ass is just there, I need it. Her smelly meaty feet are either side of my head, I need them. The small and lust, the want rises in me.
I can feel an orgasm coming already.
She stops; I jerk my hips upwards in frustration.
Without speaking, she sits in between my legs now, rubbing her soft, sweaty soles all over my chest, while gently scrapping her finger over the tip of my penis, keeping it bouncing, rubbing all that pre-cum in.
She sit’s up and blindfolds me.
Resting her two feet flat near my groin. Her toes delicately close to my erect penis.
She grabs it and jerks, she goes fast, really fast.
I’m cumming, I’m so close. I try to make a noise as my whole-body tenses.
The feeling changes just before climax, the grip changes, I can’t see, but I’m certain it’s her meaty soles, the soft touch immediately makes me cum.
I shoot a load like I’ve never shot before all over her feet and Jodie laughs.
She props her feet on my chest; I can feel them.
Leaning across she removes the blindfold with her toe, her feet still placed close to my face. Covered in my cum.
She smiles, her feet looking more incredible.
“Let’s play a game” she says smiling
“How many times can you cum on these?” she smiles and she goes back to work.
Jodie is my wife’s older sister, she forty-one now. Me and my wife have been married for 3 years, we are both in our early thirties.
“Not a problem, Ben, happy to help” she continues “What time is your flight later”
I’m only staying here because I’ve a flight in a few hours, I live about six hours away, so it’s handier, so I don’t miss my flight.
Jodie has invited me for lunch, I’ve known Jodie as long as I’ve known my wife at the point, maybe even longer. We’ve always been good friends.
“My flight isn’t till much later it’s the last one out, around ten tonight” I say.
She comments “We will have some lunch then go out into the sun or something then?”
It’s a lovely summers day. Right slap bang in the middle of July.
“How’s the kids?” I ask
“Sure, they are away at the football with Glen”
I forgot her husband took the two boys over to see the game. She’s obviously just wanted some company today.
Standing at close to six foot tall, Jodie strolls around the kitchen as I lounge on the chair. Her pink and yellow one-piece dress flowing in the breeze from the open back door. She’s bouncing on her toes across the kitchen; the tiles must be cold. I notice her toes are painted dark red, her feet are stunning as always, those size eight feet have always caught my eye.
I stare a little too long. As she spins on them, flexing her toes as she finishes lunch.
“Nearly done” she says causing me to jump out of my concentration.
“Cool, no rush” I say trying to play it cool. My thoughts rushing for a split second.
She sits, putting lunch in front of me just before, she’s taken the seat directly opposite.
Her long brunette hair coving her eyes and she begins to eat.
“The last flight then?” she says, “Plenty of time, is there anything in particular you’d want to do?” she asks.
“I’m easy” I say leaning back to catch some of the cold air, I’m in shorts and a t-shirt, no shoes on and I’m still feeling the sweat and the heat a little. I’ve gotten into shape this past year, so less body fat means less heat. I should be colder, but alas I’m not.
Jodie sits and doesn’t speak for a bit. She’s thinking. Lost in thought. Does she look nervous maybe?
She’s always kept the weight off, even after having two kids. She’s not toned or super skinny by any means, but she’s always looked well, big boobs, big ass, big hips. I’ve always wondered what she would look like under those clothes.
She finally speaks “Well, I’ve got an idea I’d like to run past you” she says this a little hesitantly.
“Go on” I reply confidently. She probably wants me to do something manual for her.
“Well” Again she hesitates, trying to build up some confidence she leans back in her chair.
She continues “You’ve always had a little thing for me…” she pauses.
I cough and my eyes widen, surprised by this “Jodie, I’m not sleeping with you here” I spurt out.
“No” she replies quickly “I know what you like” she says quickly.
She rubs her toes up the inside on my leg moving slowly up my calf towards my thigh, I don’t stop her.
I look at her and she’s gently biting her lip.
I can feel an erection already building, she’s right.
Over the past few years, she’s always gone barefoot at family events. Sitting on sofas, at parks, at different people’s houses.
I chanced my arm a few months ago, and touched her feet as she was sleeping, I acted like I was sleeping too, I thought I got away with it, I clearly haven’t.
I say “You’re not wrong” I let out a deep breath to compose myself. “What do you want to do?”
She’s confident now, she can see she’s broken my thoughts a little, her toes are touching my erection, she smiles.
“I’m ticklish…” she pauses a second “Glen is… no fun, he just wants fucked all the time, I want tickled”
“Tickled?” I say surprised.
“Come with me” she says jumping up quickly and holding out her hand.
I take it and she leads me down the hall into her bedroom, which to my surprise is already ‘set up’. She’s had this planned; she’s known for a while.
Two restraints at the headboard, at the corners and a pair of stocks at the bottom of the bed, secured to the foot of it.
She touches my chest “This will be our secret” she laughs.
“You want me in there?” I say nervously.
“No” she laughs again. “Not yet anyway”
She finishes “Will you tie me up, tickle me, just my feet, I want that arousal” she’s nearly begging.
There is a part of me that wants to run, to leave but I’m desperate to do this.
My sex life is boring, quite vanilla, even when I’ve suggested something different or fun it usually gets shot down quickly. This could be fun.
She smiles at me before I can reply.
“Fuck it” I say “Let’s do it”
Her smile beams and she basically jumps onto the bed and is moving her hips in an excitable way.
Her room is hot, warm and humid.
I blow some air up over my face trying to cool down and step towards the window.
“No” she says “Don’t open it, can’t have anyone hearing” she laughs.
Good point.
I begin to strap her right wrist into the leather restraint and I ask, “Have you done anything like this before?” finishing I move around the bed to her other wrist.
“No, not like this” she laughs gently as I start to secure her left wrist “Me and Ruth have played around with bondage but no tickling”
Ruth is her other friends, I felt my penis twitch slightly at the thought, that’s hot.
“Tight enough?” I ask. She flexes her hands and tugs a little, I can see the muscle lines her bicep a little as she tries.
“Very much so” she giggles.
I start to form a plan of what I’m going to do to her in my head as I seal the stocks shut securing her ankles.
“Tie the toes” she demands.
“Of course,” I shout back. I’m fully invested in this now.
She moans as I secure her toes tightly so her soles stare at my face, no protection, no defence. No way out.
She playfully struggles to free herself from the bondage but can’t. I’m proud of my work here.
I rummage through her drawers pulling out a few different things.
She asks, “What are you doing?”
I reply, “You said you didn’t want anyone to hear?” I say as I fit a cloth gag into her mouth, her eyes widen in a little bit of shock, but her eyes roll back slightly, she likes it.
She’s mumbling, her body is gently shaking from excitement. I take a seat at the end of the bed near her exposed feet.
“Today” I begin, now playing the game. “We have a challenge for our victim here” I put on a posh voice.
“We are going to see what parts of her feet are the most ticklish” I pause as another moan occurs behind the gag “AND” I pause for dramatic effect “What item causes the best reaction!”
She sits up as best she can to look at me, for the first time I hint of fear enters those eyes.
I leave the room briefly, letting her stew on the bed as I search the house for some ‘tools’.
Before I enter the room, I decide to increase the stakes a little, I take off my t-shirt.
I walk in and she immediately see’s my body, not the tools I’ve collected, she tuns her head and pulls with quite a force at her bondage. I can hear the word “Fuck” below the gag.
She’s horny.
Good.
“For our first item” I say “A feather”
I gently begin to rub the feather over the soles of her feet, gently, so gently that it’s barely touching anything that isn’t her arch. She’s laughing a little, not much. Barely moving in the restraints.
“I’d say that’s a 2/10” I comment.
I turn the feather around and use the tip. I run the tip her soles. Much more of a reaction now.
He back arches immediately as I touch her left foot with the solid tip, her feet don’t move, her toes flex slightly but she won’t win. The laugh is stifled by the gag but she’s enjoying this.
“5/10” I say she screams “Five” as loud as she can under the gag.
She’s breathing heavy, already. Sweat is beginning to form on her soles. I’ve barely started.
“My fingers” I say quickly and start to rack my fingers all over her feet, slowly and methodically, over both feet at the same time. Her sweat acting like a lubricant, she’s thrashing about in the bed. The restraints doing an excellent job. I make eye contact with her and her eyes are blazing.
She’s hysterical.
I’m horny.
This continues for maybe five minutes, who knows. I lost track.
I give her a minute to recover and forget about the game; I don’t even give that a score.
I sink my lips into the arch of her right foot using my tongue and lips to worship them. She doesn’t laugh at this, she moans, nearly screams through the gag. It’s a different scream from the word I heard a couple of minutes ago, this is a frustrated, lustful scream.
I stop.
I can hear her begging “more” I think I can hear under the gag.
“I’m in charge here” I say back.
She slams her head back down onto the pillow in sexual frustration.
Next item. I don’t tell her anymore, her frustration is like music to my ears.
I lift a cold metal fork from the floor, it’s not sharp or anything, I run it across my arms before deciding it was good. I don’t want to hurt her after all.
I stick it gently into her meaty soul and her body reacts like it was an electric shock, her whole-body pulses as I move it up and down, closer to her toes and back down to her heel alternating between feet as I do it. It’s a broken laugh that escapes the gag; I calculate that only certain parts of her feet are really sensitive.
“Was that good?” I ask in jest.
She sits up again, the best she can. Eyes begging, pleading. I can hear what sounds like “Please” under the gag.
“Next item” I say.
She shakes as violently as he can to escape the bondage, to give her or me, some pleasure.
I press the start button on an electric toothbrush; her eyes shoot open and she immediately stares at me. I don’t hesitate.
I run the brush over her feet paying special attention to her toes now, getting in between them, the best I can around the ties securing them. She’s hysterical, properly hysterical now. This is her ‘spot’ clearly. As I continue working on her toes on her right foot, I start into worshipping her left foot with my lips and tongue.
“UUHHHUUCCCCCKKKKK” is all I hear repeatedly.
I ask, “Pleasure or torture?” knowing she can’t reply.
In fear that she’s going to pass out, I stop. Doing both. She screams under the gag again. She clearly didn’t want me to stop.
I move up to her face, leaving her feet alone for now. Her eyes bulge as she looks at my chest and abs, she’s bursting now, she’s frantic.
“You want out?” I ask swiping the wet, sweaty hair out of her face now.
She’s nodding and flexing her muscles, moving from side to side. I slips off my shorts as I ask. My bulge huge now in my boxers. Her eyes roll to the back of her head and she turns away. As she does this, I quickly tie a blindfold over her eyes.
Her frustrated noises and movements a clear indication that she hates this. I guess I’ve not got long left to enjoy this.
I sit back down at her feet and begin to unleash pure torture in the form of a hairbrush. She’s done. She’s screaming, bouncing up and down on the bed, frantic, pulling hard at her restraints, so hard I can hear the bed beginning to creak slightly. Her feet hold; her toes can move.
I’m not moving the brush fast, using her sweat that keeps forming as lubricant I love the brush up and down slowly, every fibre, every bristle causing a reaction to explode from her body.
After five minutes, I stop.
She’s breathing heavy.
“You’ve passed the test” I say in a posh excited voice.
I think she replies with “Fuck you” she wishes.
“You win a prize!” I continue “Here is your reward”
I begin to worship her soles again, no tickling, only sensual pleasure. I keep going and going until I think she’s close.
She’s arching, her toes are beginning to bend in.
I stop, suddenly. Rubbing my hands over her exposed soles.
“All done!” I announce. I bounce up onto my feet.
She’s frantically saying no, repeatedly under her gag. Throwing her head from side to side. Pulling and tugging to get free.
“I’ll let you cool down here for a little” I say and open the window to let in some air.
“I’m going out to sunbathe; I’ll be back in half an hour”
She screams as I closer her bedroom door, leaving her tied, gagged and blindfolder on the brink of orgasm.
I return in half an hour as promised, she’s still laying there. The only difference is the blindfold has slipped slightly I can see her eyes.
She burns a whole in me just by staring. I laugh.
“Oh come on, it was a bit of fun”
She shakes her head as I ungag her.
“Not fucking funny” she spits out “I was so fucking close” she laughs beside herself.
I gently unbuckle her wrist restraints as she catches her breath.
Untying her toes from the stocks, makes my erection lift again, the smell, the sight and the feel of her meaty feet enough to make me lose focus slightly.
She sit’s up on the bed now, rubbing her feet on the bed and stretching her arms.
“Can…” she pauses “I get some revenge?” she adds with a wicked smile.
“I’m not very ticklish” I respond. I’m not joking or playing either.
“I don’t care” she replies. “Boxers off” is all she says.
I comply.
She throws me onto the bed in one motion and starts to restrain my wrists the same way hers were.
Instead of the stocks, which she swiftly removes, she straps more corner restraints on and secures my bare feet in those.
As an extra ‘precaution’ as Jodie called it. She puts dressing gown ties around my knees to keep them apart.
The same gag is affixed in my mouth.
She slowly slips off her dress and bra, and sit’s slowly and gracefully on my chest. Her feet propped onto my forearms, so close to my face, her ass in her tight pants, close to my face. The gag stopping me from touching, rather than making a sound.
Jodie doesn’t speak, she just wraps her hands around my penis and jerks, slowly. Desperately slowly.
I can’t move. I can’t speak. Everywhere I look my arousal increase. Her ass is just there, I need it. Her smelly meaty feet are either side of my head, I need them. The small and lust, the want rises in me.
I can feel an orgasm coming already.
She stops; I jerk my hips upwards in frustration.
Without speaking, she sits in between my legs now, rubbing her soft, sweaty soles all over my chest, while gently scrapping her finger over the tip of my penis, keeping it bouncing, rubbing all that pre-cum in.
She sit’s up and blindfolds me.
Resting her two feet flat near my groin. Her toes delicately close to my erect penis.
She grabs it and jerks, she goes fast, really fast.
I’m cumming, I’m so close. I try to make a noise as my whole-body tenses.
The feeling changes just before climax, the grip changes, I can’t see, but I’m certain it’s her meaty soles, the soft touch immediately makes me cum.
I shoot a load like I’ve never shot before all over her feet and Jodie laughs.
She props her feet on my chest; I can feel them.
Leaning across she removes the blindfold with her toe, her feet still placed close to my face. Covered in my cum.
She smiles, her feet looking more incredible.
“Let’s play a game” she says smiling
“How many times can you cum on these?” she smiles and she goes back to work.
