Her Sweaty Jogger Feet
Published on Wednsday, March 30, 2010
This story was written by Stryker53.
Author's note: WARNING! This is
a sexually explicit story.
If you are under 18 years 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 their
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?”
She asked. “I’ve
got a rock in my sneaker.”
She was about 29 I’d say. Her blonde hair was in a ponytail, and she
had a midriff top with short tight red shorts.
“Of course, pretty
one. In fact, allow me to assist you by removing the rock.”
As she sat down, I bent and lifted her affected foot onto 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 as I 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 her 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
rock.”
Grabbing her foot, she said, “Maybe it’s still in my
shoe.”
I was rubbing her toes as I held her shoe to my eye level. I pretended
to be looking for a rock when I was actually 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
deeply 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 wood 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 her warm toes. I replaced her shoe, watched her grin
down at me as she stood, and then I humbly followed behind her.
She held open the front door of her place for me, 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 You Tube.
Remove my shoes and socks and wait for me.”
I quickly obeyed. She returned from the kitchen with a mug of steaming
water. Bending over, 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 accustomed to the taste of her shoe juice. That was a first for
me, but I hoped she'd 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 knew 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 you further, and amuse me,
masturbate that ugly cock of yours. Beg me to cum, and tell me that you
won’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 having me grovel, and she enjoyed
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 of my foot. Then you may finish your sock tea.”
When night time came, she collared me, and chained me to the foot of
her bed. She got into her bed 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 your tongue isn’t
bathing my feet.”
I didn’t even answer as I began licking her lovely soles. I was her
proud foot pervert gladly from then on.
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