"I'm sorry I didn't mean to be rude," she said.
Rachel sat down on the futon next to the younger man and crossed her legs. Both men were looking! She finally knew for sure that they liked her feet. Now it was time to have a little fun with them, or so she thought. She pulled her camel saddle chair over in front of her and propped her feet up.
"I hope you don't mind me putting my old nasty feet up in front of you. It's just been a long day." Rachel smirked.
"Oh no ma'am. Not at all. In fact me and my partner were just commenting when you were on the phone that you have really pretty feet." The younger man said.
Both men got up and knelt down in front of the stool. "How about a foot massage Miss?" the older man inquired.
"One man for each foot. Now that's the way a girl should be treated!" Rachel joked.
The men spread her legs a little to give each of them enough room to work. The younger man went to work on her toes. His strong fingers pulled on each of Rachel's toes and he slid his fingers between each of them too. The older man was much more into her young soles. He grasp her foot like a sandwich and used his large thumbs to stroke her sole from heel to toe and then back again. He remarked how soft her soles were and complimented her on taking care of them.
Rachel just smiled and thought to herself "I've still got the power!" Rachel's foot massage continued for over an hour. Her feet felt like heaven and she was getting horny from all the attention. All good things must come to end sometime and the balance of power was about to switch.
The older man ran his fingernail up her sole and Rachel snapped out of her blissful state. She jerked her foot back and laughed out loud.
"A little ticklish are we?" the old man said with a devilish smirk.
Rachel told them that she was and asked them to please not do that again.
"Tell you what," the old man said, "If you can sit still for fifteen minutes of foot tickling. Me and my partner will take you out to dinner wherever you want to go."
Rachel knew of an expensive restaurant she wanted to eat at, but couldn't afford. She agreed to the bet.
"Now that means no jerking your feet away. You must leave them sitting here and endure the tickling," the younger man stated. Rachel placed her sexy ankles together and closed her eyes. The old man slowly ran his fingernail back up her soles. She gritted her teeth and held on to the futon. The tickling stopped. She opened her eyes to see them looking at her with a smile.
Quickly the old man held her ankles down as the young man wiggled his fingers up and down her soles with a fever pace. Rachel recoiled one of her strong legs and out of reflex her legs shot back out and kicked the old man in the head, knocking him to the floor.
He sat up with an angry look in his eyes and said, "Hold her". The younger man held her ankles down as the old man pulled out some rope.
"That hurt Rachel. I'm going to make sure you don't do that again."
That being said he quickly bound her narrow wrists together running the long piece of rope down and binding her knees together as well as her ankles. Rachel was visibly nervous about being tied up by two strangers.
"We not going to hurt you Rachel," the young man said. "But you do need to be punished for kicking him in the head."
Her feet were tightly bound to the camel saddle. She tried to move them but that was impossible. Finally the old man pulled out his handkerchief and blindfolded her. Rachel begged to be let go. Her pleas fell upon deaf ears. The men commenced once again to tickle her feet with their fingers and whatever other objects were around. Rachel thrashed about as much as the ropes would allow.
Her sweet innocent eyes filled with tears of laughter. The men took delight in pressing a fork they found, deep into Rachel's soft soles. The fork seemed to drive her mad! It felt good to her on one hand, but the ticklish feeling was borderline madness. Her helpless feet flopped around like a fish out of water. All her thrashing was causing the ropes to dig into her skin and leaving behind deep marks. The tickling was non-stop; Rachel even felt a little bit of drool run out the side of her mouth. She was laughing so hard she could neither breathe nor swallow.
Rachel's fits of laughter became mixed with moans of pleasure. The men looked at one another and smiled. They knew that they had accomplished their goal of turning their victim into a girl who was truly enjoying her captivity.
"Sounds like somebody is starting to have fun", the old man joked.
"Please don't stop", Rachel pleaded.
She ground her hips around and tried to pull her hands into her lap. The rope prevented that. The younger man knew it was time to move the tickling to the next phase. The old man stepped back as the younger man bent down and placed a kiss on Rachel's big toe. The kiss caught her attention and she bit on her bottom lip. Rachel knew what was next and she also knew how much she enjoyed having a mouth on her tender feet.
He started off smelling her feet by running the tip of his nose from her little heel to her toes and then between each toe.
"God her feet smell good" he commented as he made room for the old man to come in and see for himself.
Being the dominant that he was, the old man slapped her soles with his hand after he had smelled every inch of her bound feet. The young man knelt back down and started licking Rachel's soles with flat, broad strokes of his tongue. When he got to the balls of her defenseless feet, he stopped and used his teeth to chew on them. This feeling sent Rachel into a fit. She bucked her hips and tried to press down on his face with her feet. The chewing tickled so badly, but it also made her extremely horny.
She knew that she was close to the brink. She begged them to let her "have it". With that, both men went to work sucking on her toes like they were foot demons. It wasn't long before Rachel's moans turned into screams and she was driven to one of the most powerful orgasms she had ever had. Her body fell limp, and also lifeless as they untied her. They laughed at her when she asked if they could stay the weekend with that silly smile on her face. They agreed to stay under one condition; that she be their slave for the weekend and do whatever they asked. After the orgasm she just had, how could she say no?
They told her to put on some pants and shoes that showed off her feet. Once in her car she was ordered to always keep her feet on the dash.
Anytime they passed a car Rachel had to take her shoes off and put her feet on the windshield. They figured they might be able to attract a third or forth guy to have fun with her too.
Rachel enjoyed taking direction from the men. She was a natural submissive. She was treated very well and the men were polite to her. They didn't want to hurt her; they just enjoyed having her do whatever they wanted. The next day she was told she was going to the beach. On the drive out her feet got more than a few stares from the men they passed. Who could miss them way up there on the dash.
Once on the beach Rachel was order to set up her stuff and lay out on her tummy. They positioned her right next to a huge group of guys. They sat hidden from them and watched her go over there alone and lay out her beach things. One of the men even came over and offered to put lotion on her. She had to let him and the men noticed how the strange man even managed to massage the oil into her feet!
After teasing the men on the beach, Rachel was told to pack her things and return to the car. They headed straight home. Once inside she was told to stand up with her hands behind her back. She was again blindfolded and tied up.
The ropes felt tight on her body, but she liked it that way. She wasn't even allowed to change out of her bathing suit! Rachel was helpless lying there as the men took pictures of her tied up. She hated the words "hog tie", but found that the actual position was quite comfortable. The men rolled her around so they could get pictures from each angle.
The next day they even made a pair of stocks to lock her in! How kinky were these guys? Finally the fun had to end. Rachel knew that it was over, but she enjoyed every last bit of it. They had enjoyed smelling her feet after her daily runs and licking between her toes of cou
rse! They had even managed to find a few local guys who had foot fetishes in the area to come by and enjoy Rachel's bare feet.
She found that to be the kinkiest thing they "made" her do. She chatted with each of the local's online and made times for each of them to come over. They were strangers who just came in and went to work smelling and licking her young feet. She didn't even know two of their names! Rachel had never been this open before! Before the movers left they ordered her on the floor and took many more pictures of her bare footed.
Rachel enjoyed posing her feet for them. She didn't care how, as long as it pleased the men. As they left Rachel knew she had them eating out of the palm of her hand. The balance of power had shifted back into her corner. Little did she know, but she was the one with all the power all along!
The End.
He's a Mystery
As Julie lay sleeping, lost in dreams of playing on a white sandy beach somewhere sunny, a sound woke her. She opened her eyes to look up sleepily into the shadowy face of a man. His hand came down to cover her mouth and stifle the sound of her terrified screams. She grabbed his wrists and pulled at them. No matter how much she tugged, he would not let go. Julie began to kick as the oxygen seemed to dwindle, and she began to feel lightheaded.
The sound of his soft laughter curled around her ear as she felt him crawl up onto the bed beside her. Struggling harder, Julie almost twisted out of his grasp. His laugh became a snarl and she heard the click before the cold metallic feel of handcuffs registered around her wrist as he jerked her arms up to the post of her canopy bed. She begged him to release her just as the second click was heard.
The man moved back off the bed and began to pull off his clothing. Julie begged him not to hurt her, but he never responded. She began to tremble in terror as she heard the sound of a zipper opening. The loud thud of his shoes being tossed onto the floor at the foot of the bed seemed to echo through the room, and then she felt the mattress shift again. Julie opened her mouth to scream, and a knotted silk scarf was quickly shoved into her mouth and tied behind her head.
She began to kick again, so he straddled her thighs to hold her down. She tried to buck up against his body hoping to throw him off, but he only laughed. Then he grasped the neckline of her gown and ripped downward, as the front separated easily. His hands slid inside and began to knead her bare breasts. His fingers finding and slowly rolling her tender nipples between them.
Julie went completely still, afraid that any further movement on her part would make him handle her rougher. At that point he spoke for the first time.
"Good, very good!" he whispered, "I can either hurt you, or not. It all depends on how well you behave."
Leaning down he licked across her lips around the gag. She looked up, eyes wide. The shadows were so thick she could barely make out the shape of his face. His body lifted up and for just a moment, she breathed a sigh. But, her relief was short-lived as he finished tearing the gown open and spread the ragged sides back to give him an unhindered view. Then he stretched out on top of her completely exposed body.
He bent his head and left a trail of nibbling bites across her shoulder. Placing the heel of his hand under her chin, he pressed her head back, baring her throat. His lips moved across her skin until he reached the other shoulder. His hands moved back to her breasts, thumbs once again stroking back and forth across the sensitive skin around her nipples.
One knee pushed down and separated her thighs. The other knee followed and with one swift movement, forced her legs apart as his hips lowered. Julie moaned to feel the head of his swollen cock pressing against her opening. He moved gently, rubbing along the slit that seemed to be growing damp.
He softly said, "I will have you. Nothing you can do or say will stop me. You should just lay back, relax and enjoy me. Because I intend to enjoy you."
She watched as his mouth lowered to her breast. His tongue slid out and she jumped to feel it curl around her nipple, just before it disappeared between his lips. The gentle drawing she felt at her breast caused a curious tingling sensation. Before she realized it, her hips shifted and Julie felt, rather than heard, the soft rumble of his pleased laughter. She tried to stop but, couldn't help the moan that filtered out around the gag.
The feel of his hand moving down between her legs caused her to stiffen again. But when his fingers began to toy with her clit, she jerked against them. They moved slowly up and down the length of her slit, lightly teasing. Her eyes drifted closed and she whimpered around the gag. The feeling of pleasure coursing through her only intensified as his mouth moved to the other nipple. The feel of his lips and teeth nibbling on the puckered nub made her body flush hotly.
He reached up and slipped the gag from Julie's mouth. As it pulled free, he covered her mouth with a deep kiss. Her arousal was so complete that she no longer thought about being restrained. He reached up and released her hands. They fell immediately to his shoulders, pulling at him. His hand guided the head of his cock between the slick lips of her aching opening, and slid deep into the damp heat. The sigh that came from her flowed into his mouth, winding around his tongue.
He began to move slowly but steadily against her. Bringing the head almost to the edge of her quivering hole before thrusting back into her. Julie's mystery man began to pump in and out of her in a slow, but ever-increasing, rhythm, her body moving to match it. His mouth moved slowly from her lips ... down across her cheek ... licking her neck ... onto her shoulder. His teeth bit her shoulder gently, not to hurt but to mark her as his. Large, strong hands cupped her breasts, his thumb and forefinger teasing the hard nipples.
In the back of her mind, Julie knew she should struggle against what this man was doing to her. But it felt so good, she couldn't. Julie could feel the approaching orgasm getting closer and closer. Her breathing grew harsher and the escaping moans a little more shrill. Somewhere in the back of her mind, his pleased groans registered.
He began to whisper against her ear, "cum for me, beautiful ... cum all over my cock".
She opened her eyes and looked up to plead with him for more. His lips kissed and suckled her earlobe. Warm air drifted across her neck as he gasped and moaned his arousal. Suddenly it hit, a hard, full-blown orgasm. Julie couldn't breath as her body stiffened under him and began to jerk violently against his body.
Helplessly she screamed over and over again. He raised up and watched her moving under him. Her fingers curled against his chest, nails biting into his skin. With a shudder he began to fill her body as he pressed deeper and deeper between her quivering thighs. Julie lay limply under the mysterious man, panting as she looked up, searching the shadows for his face.
He whispered close to her lips, "I will come back for you, lover. You belong to me now."
Julie didn't try to stop him as he covered her trembling body with the sheet. She didn't speak as he bent to gather his clothes. She didn't scream, or dial the phone as the French doors closed behind him. She merely touched the kiss bruised lips, and then stroked her fingertip over the tender nipple still tingling from his touch. Julie turned over onto her side, and drifted off to sleep wearing a satiated smile.
The End.
Working through Lunch
"Are you sure?" I say, looking into big eyes. Not just any eyes. They belong to the hottest women in our office.
"We only have half an hour; I want you to fuck me." You reply with Passion and lust shooting out of your eyes.
"That's all I need to know." We head to the store cupboard. I reply. I grab a handful of your hair and
Pull the long hair back. The snarling beast inside each of us is Set free.
You grab my hair on the back of my head, pulling me back. "Fucking kiss me you bastard". You press your lips on mine; shove your tongue inside my mouth, darting around mine. I smell your scent, so intoxicating; it makes my hard cock twitch in my shorts.
We start working on each other's Clothes. You rip my shirt off, I unbutton your blouse; tear your bra down from your breasts. I Cu
p my hands around your beautiful firm breasts, twisting your hard nipples.
You have a nipple ring. God I want you. You buried your face in my neck; I growl as you bite down hard then start licking and kissing your way down to my chest. You can't resist biting hard on my nipple, before licking and kissing your way down my chest and stomach.
You go down on your knees; struggle to work the buckle of my belt free then lower the zipper. You yank my trousers and boxers down to my knees, my hard cock springing free.
A wet drop is already welling up from the tip; I feel your amazing tongue lapping it up.
I growl out with pleasure and roughly grasp your head, taking handfuls of hair in my fingers.
"Uuhhh, yes. Suck me!"
You wrap your hand around my shaft and squeeze rhythmically. Running your tongue up my cock, softly, then again, more firmly.
I gaze into your innocent blue eyes looking up at me. A knowing, sultry, smile curves your lips as you take my cock in your mouth in one wet stroke.
"Oh God... So fucking good" I moan, my head falling back to rest against the wall.
I feel you taking my shaft into your mouth, over and over, sucking and licking and swirling. A soft humming moan escapes your throat.
My hand still in your hair, I push your head forward, feel your nose press on my stomach, your tongue lapping away at my balls. I hold your head tightly and start fucking your mouth.
Pulling out till my head is on your lips, and then drive your face back across the length of my shaft until my balls slap your chin. Tears well up in your eyes as your throat spasms on my cock every deep thrust. Streams of saliva are covering my cock, running down your chin and down my balls.
"Fuck, we have to hurry." I pull out of your mouth, a relieving look on your face.
"Fucker," you say as I grab your arm, pulling you up on your feet.
Forced Quickies Page 18