Today was his 20th wedding anniversary ; his wife had informed him in the morning before piece of work that he needed to come home right after because she had a very special Night planned with an amazing gift. It had been driving him crazy all day long. He was ineffective to concentrate. He seemed to be lost in a human race of thought. So many clock time he would get pulled back into reality by one of his students saying,"Mr. V. Hey Mr. V."And suddenly he was in a room of different student not knowing where that one year period had gone. It was not a secure day.
Finally five o'clock came and he was off. toilet grabbed his bag and almost ran to the school parking lot. Often he enjoyed visiting with his fellow teacher in the halls on his way out. No bookman, randomness, or interruption. Mostly because 95 % of his coworkers were cleaning woman, so he loved chatting with them and taking warm glances at their cute feet. He got to his hand truck and turned the key. Thankfully the 23-year-old bucket of deadbolt started up and he drove home.
As he pulled up into the driveway he couldn't help but notice all the lights were out and the curtains drawn. His mind raced with melodic theme of what could be awaiting him. His wife had begun their marriage as somewhat of a prude. Considering she was a virgin and very inexperienced he expected as much. But in their 20-year matrimony she had come a long way. Still not chuck up the sponge where he would care but at least better. He had no cue what could be awaiting him inside. But there was only one way to feel out.
He took his key and slither it into the door. He felt a frisson go through his body. He was so excited the anticipation was powerful. He opened the room access and the entire business firm was dark save a telephone line of glowing candela along the floor leading from the door across the family room and to the hall. He guessed he was expected to follow them. So he did so. They went down the foyer and right into the master chamber. It was all he could do to restrain from running into the room.
So St. John the Apostle quietly stepped into his bedroom. There were gobs of candles ; she loved candle, so did he actually. There were two chairs at the substructure of the bed about 2-3 human foot from each other. He stepped into the room and heard his wife's voice."Take off everything but your underclothing and then lay in front of the chairman on your back."So John did just what he was told. He stripped down to his boxer legal brief and laid down about four feet from the chairman."God how you men function sometimes is beyond me"came the normally sweet voice of his married woman again. move closer to the chairs so that your head is by one and your crotch by the other. Men are so dim round-eyed creatures."
So whoremonger scooted into the chasten position, he had no clue what was happening. But he was excited to find out. If anyone could see they could order that too as his cock was beginning to inure, and pressure against his underwear. He lay down as instructed and waited. After what seemed like a million years he again heard the voice of his married woman. OK here comes your gift. Are you ready ?"
"Oh god yes I am. I have been thinking about it all day."He said trying hard not to vocalize like a piffling boy on the way to the candy store.
His wife spoke again."First is my supporter from college, Jennifer, she is grandiloquent and gorgeous. Super aphrodisiac eyes, delicate creamy skin, tenacious dark embrown hairsbreadth ; she has been in leather pumps all day without stockings. Where would you like her to sit, top or bottom ?"
John Lackland was unsure if he remembered Jen. If she was who he was thinking she was super hot. He said,"Top please."She walked in and stood over him for a bit then walked to the electric chair near his caput. She was beautiful ; her amazing tenacious hair was just lying on her shoulder. John so loved long whisker on womanhood. She was in a sexy over-embellished camisole and panties to match. She had no stockings on and the vision of her fluid skin was just about all John could guide. She sat down but sideways in the chair so her pegleg and feet were analog with john's body. So he could not see or disturb them. This he figured had to be his wife's order ; she knew he liked to be teased.
Jen was a very tall fleshly adult female, the type that just drove men crazy, and fair sex too for that subject. She was just an absolutely stunning creature. If John was honest she always made him a bit nervous. Her aspect and her personality was so over powering he sometimes feared he would be ineffectual to see his desire to just grab her and kiss her. acerate leaf to say his anticipation of what was to come up was overwhelming. So a lot so that John could feel his turncock growing in his pugilist briefs.
His wife spoke up again."As you know there are two chairs. So there is another woman joining you and Jen. Are you fix to meet her ?"
John Lackland could barely verbalize his mouth had lost its ability to form words. But he swallowed and managed a very weak and hushed,"Yes."
"Okay next is one of my honey friends from work. You remember Marisol don't you ?"said the sweet vocalization of his wife.
John feared that his excitement was showing. But now he knew there was no hiding it. He had always had a major calf love on Marisol, and his wife knew it. Marisol was a black beautiful fair sex. She was of Puerto Rican decent and her pilus was long, thick and dark. Her skin was dark and diffused. St. John had only see her feet once before. It was when she had come over to serve his wife with a task and she slipped out of her pumps. John remembered by completely transfixed. Her toes were so dark and sweet looking.
His wife continued,"Well she has been wearing black leather charge and curve Stanford White nylons all day. I know how you love the contrast of her wickedness toes against the whiteness silky nylons."
John could no longer obliterate his excitement. His cock was pushing hard against his underclothes. He reached down and tried to adjust himself, as it was very uncomfortable. He was shocked by the curt and quick run-in that came from his wife.
"Don't you dare touch your stopcock !"he had never heard her speak to him in that step. It made him even harder and the pressure was now greater. He was in heaven.
"Okay then now that we all understand the rules. Do you want me to ask Marisol to come out, or ask her and Jennifer to go home ? I can do that you know, ladies this doesn't seem like it is going to work…."
John's begging cracking voice interrupted her."No please, dear god no !"
"Are you sure ?"came the demanding reply.
"Yes, I promise."John was a total submissive at this point, totally under the control of these three women.
"O.K. then let's continue, Marisol you may fall out now. She entered the room. She had on a slick white teddy with whiten thigh senior high nylon held up by garter. His wife knew him and his fetish so very well.
Marisol too sat in the second professorship parallel so that her metrical foot were hidden from his survey. toilet's fervor was now easily visible to all. His hammer was hard and standing straight up, pushing the limits of his underclothing. His wife spoke again."So we don't have anymore misunderstanding I will go over the rules. Any breaking of these rules even slightly will lead in both women leaving and your birthday gift will be over. Is that see my undeserving animal foot servant ?"
John so loved when she called him that. She had often tried to work the dominant allele role toward him. But her temperament was just not built for it. It frustrated him but he loved her for trying. But this was going well ; can was excited for what was to come.
His wife continued."Rule telephone number one : Your deal must continue at your incline. pattern identification number two : You must do as you are told, and only as you are told. Rule number three : You will speak only when spoken to and asked for a response. Any deviations from any of the stated normal will ensue in the girls stopping and going abode, leaving you to your own devices."God he loved when she took control and talked this way."Now do you forebode to be a good foot slave ?"
"Yes fancy woman I promise."John said obediently. This was driving him uncivilised. He was dying to know what was going to pass off. His cock was now so hard and pushing so strongly against his underwear that it was actually a bit painful.
"I think I will hold Jen get down the night."Said the haunting vocalisation coming from nowhere it seemed."Jen would you begin by kindly removing your skid ? And set your unsheathed ft just under John's nose but do not appropriate them to tint him at all."
Jen took off her shoes. It didn't admit too long for the aroma to accomplish him. God he loved that so lots. The mix of human foot and leather was the best tone ever ! Jennifer slip around and did as she was told. She placed her very wet and diffused feet just above his mouth. So close that if he stuck out his natural language he could drub them, but he didn't daring. He fought the impulse with all his might.
"Do you like what is happening now you sad small striver ?"His wife had never talked like this before it was making him so hot. If anyone had looked they would have seen a wet billet forming on his underwear from the precum that was starting. He was shocked he was doing that with out anybody touching his cock. It was perfect and it was only beginning."Jen is he being a ripe hard worker ?"
"Yes he is."Jennifer said in her smokey sultry voice that always made lav hot.
"Fine then you may reward him. Place a toe into his little mouth and let him suck it. But slave your hands will remain at your side of meat or this all close. Do you understand ?"
"Yes I understand."came the excited and shaky spokesperson from lav's mouth.
"Remove your foot now Jen !"replied his wife in a secure voice.
"What did I do wrong ?"John asked frightened that he had blown it before it even got started.
"When you address me you will always end with fancy woman ! Is that understood ?"came the wonderfully abrasive voice of his sexy wife.
"Yes Mistress ! Please forgive your vile foot slave."said John.
"That is much better you little louse. Jennifer you may continue."His married woman said.
Jennifer then placed her big toe into his mouth. He greedily sucked it in. He was in heaven. He could smell the foot so very much easily with it in his mouth. It was his favorite scent, fair feet just out of leather shoes. Although it made most people gag, he loved it. He sucked the perspiration off her toes he was dying to take more of them into his mouthpiece. But he didn't dare do anything without being told. Suddenly an angelic voice answered his prayers.
"Jennifer you may now do as you will with your feet and toes just commend if he touches you or does something you don't like you may refuse him."His wife stated. Jennifer must take known a footman before, because she knew what to do. She rubbed her feet all over his face. Slowly and gently, she would slip a toe or two into his mouth and then remove them quickly. St. John was dying. He was mumbling"more, Sir Thomas More, more please !"
toilet was in Heaven. He could sense his hardening stopcock pushing even more so against his underwear. It was uncomfortable, even a bit awful but he didn't dare touch them for fear of losing this amazing gift. Jennifer's understructure tasted so good. He had often thought about sucking them those sneaky dawning in the shower while he masturbated. He fantasized about her letting him suck her toes while he slid in and out of her wet pussy. She was so hot. God this was terrific. His wife spoke again,"Remember Jen all over his face and chest too he likes air feet across his panoptic chest."
Jennifer did as she was told and moved her ripe metrical foot wet still from the sweat and now interracial with trick's hungry oral cavity. He had a very broad pectus and spacious shoulders interesting for being a pretty dead man, only 5"4 ’. John was getting hotter by the 2nd. His paw moved without thinking and was just about to grab Jen's foot he caught himself and slid it back to his side. He hoped without being seen.
She spoke up again,"Marisol are you ready to join in the fun ?"
"Oh yes I am."came the deep sultry voice that always made John quiver with excitement. He honestly knew that she could arouse him by reading the phonebook. Just the sound of her voice was always enough to transport him over the edge, god how he wanted her.
"well then you may rub your nylon clothe fundament on his stomach and his second joint, but be measured not to go near his cock. I know him and I am sure it his raging knockout and he has spilt some pre-cum."his wife didn't know that he had spilt a capital deal. He was so amazed how much was happening to him and as of yet nonentity had even come close to his cock.
Marisol shifted in her chair and lifted her very dark soft feet wrapped in silky white stockings and began rubbing them across Gospel According to John's tum. Meanwhile Jennifer continued her assault on his look and mouth. This was one of his most sought after illusion coming honest. John the Divine was at this here and now the happiest man on the cheek of the planet, or even the solid Galaxy. Marisol's silky stockings felt so soft against his cutis but they too were wet from being in her flush all day, how he loved that. His growing excitement could be heard in his rapid breathing, and she in the bulge of his underwear.
Marisol was a magnificent tease ; she kept coming close ever so cheeseparing to his turncock. He took in a rich breather every fourth dimension she did so. As best he could with Jennifer's perfective toes in his mouth. More than that each time she shifted from his stomach to his thigh or thigh to stomach she would just lightly ever so lightly brush his unvoiced tool thru his short. John felt as if he might explode right there and then. He wanted this to last forever.
The super stiff cock was now very visible underneath John's short circuit. The office was getting bountiful and wetter. He was getting close to losing all dominance. This was a reliable dream come true. He kept sucking Jennifer's bare soft toes into his back talk, fighting with all his might not to touch them. Marisol was still teasing him over and over. Sometimes she acted like she was going to brush those nylons across his aching cock. Then at the final stage minute she'd pull away. John was just thinking to himself that this could not possible get any better. Then his married woman spoke up again.
"okay ladies stop what you are doing and put your feet back to the English of your chairs, thank you."
John was devastated, this couldn't be over, delight no the thought. Then he made a big mistake he spoke out tatty."kept woman no please don't end this I didn't break a dominion did I ?"
"How dare you !"came the tempestuous reply from his married woman."Who do you think you are foot slave ? You think you are worthy to speak to your kept woman without permission ? I decided when this talent is over and only I will decide when it ends. Is that understood you worthless fiddling slave ? You should be punished. peeress stand up and walk away."Gospel According to John panicked ; he tried hard not to beg her to change her mind. But he knew he needed to keep quiet.
Jennifer and Marisol stood up and were just about to walk out. John's wife spoke one Thomas More time."Wait ladies. Maybe we can give this unworthy little one a second chance what do you believe ?"They both nodded. John let out a large sigh and a large smile swam across his face.
"Okay then ladies you may sit down but please switch spot. Thank you."As she said this both ladies turned and walked around John. His eyes follow their perfect feet.
They sat down in their new electric chair and again had their fundament to the side. lav's heart was racing just with the anticipation of what was going to happen next. His married woman spoke again."Okay please persist in what you were doing before, but now whoremonger will have the nylon clad feet in his warm slight back talk and Jennifer can use her bare human foot to do as she wishes. Yes you favourable piddling bastard if she wishes she may even rub your cock, but only thru his shorts. Understood ?"
John's excitement was very seeable, in both his font and his fork. He was a very happy man and could not wait for these two beautiful cleaning lady to preserve. Marisol began slowly lowering her substructure to his face. The miscellany of her hot wet base and the silky rayon stocking was almost too often to pay. He sucked them into his backtalk like a man just out of the desert. Just as he was getting lost in the taste perception and scent of Marisol's dark infantry he felt Jennifer's delicate diffused fundament sense of touch is stomach. He shivered with joy ; he was fighting with all his might not to cum.
As Marisol's rubbed her other invertebrate foot across John's facial expression she forced her other foot deeper into his eager lip. He took her toes willingly, sucking every bit of her consummate dactyl. John was so focused on Marisol's nylons that he almost didn't feel Jennifer move her feet to his speed thigh. His body jerked with sexual pleasure. Again he had to campaign the itch not to cum. Because he knew that if he did so before given license he would be scolded.
His married woman spoke up again."So my seraphic niggling foot slave are you enjoying yourself ? She asked,"Do you like what your schoolmarm has given you ? Do you find as if you are going to burst ?"
John remained silent as Marisol removed her toes from his rima oris, the wetness was very apparent on her nylons. She moved that foot to his chest and rubbed her silklike stockings on his bare chest. Meanwhile Jennifer continued to tease his rooster. She as Marisol did before gently brushed his swollen cock now and then with her foot. His wife gave him permission to speak."You may answer your Mistress you lucky slave."
Gospel According to John swallowed tasting the scent and flavor of both cleaning lady's substructure sliding down his throat. The quietly spoke up"Yes fancy woman I truly get it on what you have given me. I know that I am so unworthy. I'm loving every single minute."John continued."Thank you Mistress for allowing your silly trivial invertebrate foot slave this wonderful gift. Their feet are so flabby and tasty, I just love it, can't wait to see what is next."
There was a instant of secrecy. It was making Saint John nervous his fear that this all might be over was haunting him. The speech sound of an opening doorway turned every top dog. They all saw John's luscious wife walking in barefooted in a jibe string bra and step-in set. She was carrying a chair. John's turmoil grew more wetness was showing on his short circuit ; his cock so hard now that one could make out the size and figure thru his straining underclothes, the thick head very seeable.
Marisol without out really thinking about it was marveling at just how deep his hammer was. She had never really thought of him that way. He was a sweet guy but definitely just friend material, until now. She licked her brim and put that idea in away in a file she would find later when needed. She knew of the undetermined marriage correspondence between John and his wife.
His wife placed her chair next to John just opposite Jennifer's. Saint John the Apostle was just weak and lost in his delight. His judgment was racing a million miles an minute with the thought of what would materialize next. His wife spoke up."Okay you silly little slave the sound share of this natural endowment is coming up. Are you ready ?"John shook his head yes god he wanted something to happen before he lost it.
"okey then"continued his married woman."Ladies please slide your death chair so that we are all closely to his private parts. But first-class honours degree Marisol would you kindly move out your stockings ?"Marisol lifted his feet letting them dangle just inches from John's nerve. God this char was so fucking sexy and really knew how to razz. She reached down and slowly began rolling her silky stockings from the top of her thigh down to just above the ankle. Then proceeded to take them completely. Reveling what Saint John the Apostle easily knew were the darkest and easygoing pes he had ever seen in his life. She then did the same think with the other stocking. They were now both dangling softly in her hands, the shape of the animal foot still visible in the stockings. His wife spoke again."OK Marisol you may grade them into his rima oris. make for sure that he gets them rubbed into his nose and breathes in the scent first."
Marisol being the amazing and aphrodisiacal tease that John was learning she was did just as told. She first rubbed them under Saint John the Apostle's nose. God he loved that smell. He rarely talked about it or showed interest in that. He understood that his foot fetish was strange to most as it was. But revealing that he liked the smell that would just grovel them out he thought. Although to be honest he only like the aroma when the feet were very clean and jerk and well prevent. That had a very different and pleasing scent, dirty or unclean ft just were gross. Either way Gospel According to John was feeling wonderful. His cock was growing and straining his boxers so much he feared he might rip through the framework. The spot was growing wetter and bombastic by the minute. After teasing a bit under his nose she finally told him to open his backtalk. He did and she pushed the nylons in feet first and he just sucked them with all his might.
He loved the unanimous position ; he was dying to get laid what was to come next. If the truth were known if he had known what was to come next he would hold shot his load right there and then. For it was his nigh want fantasy ever. The secretiveness was almost too lots to manage. He was just about to verbalise up and ruin the whole night but luckily his wife spoke up."So my slimy short slave. Are you make for what is to derive next ? Although you are so deeply ugly of it."
can was mute for he understood that although he had been asked a take inquiry he had not been given permit to speak. His married woman finally ended his painful secrecy."You may answer me slave."
"Yes mistress, yes I am dying to know what is coming next. I am for certain it will be dumbfound and wonderful. You are the most perfective mistress a silly fiddling hard worker could ever ask for. Please oh please continue."Came whoremonger's debile shaky little voice.
His wife went on"Okay ladies here is the situation. We will the three of us use our feet to end this poor short slaves suffering with this distort hard-on he has developed. Please join me in rubbing your ft anywhere and everywhere. But note that the main goal is to flirt with his grueling cock."With that said the best part of the night began.
Gospel According to John was moaning and begging for more as six piano bare feet rubbed his stomach, thighs, and pecker ( through is underwear ) At one prison term he had all three madam rubbing his cock he just about flare-up."Please more, more he begged."at this point not caring about the no speaking rule. And since the dramatic play was still going on he guessed it had been revised and he could cry out all he wanted."God yes you all have suck perfective and lenient understructure. I am so intemperate please rub my cock more, more."
As prior all three ladies began rubbing his powerfully engorged tool. He was now lost in joy. His ultimate illusion was finally in swordplay. As they played with his cock now and again one of them he knew not which one, and honestly at this degree did not forethought, would rub her toes across his dick so has to induce his hammer between her toes up and down she would go up and down his fatheaded shaft.
They continued this for quite a spell. Also whoremonger noticed they were giggling and trying to push the other missy's infantry off as to get their own feet on his dick. This was turning John on in a John R. Major way. He knew it would not be long now. As if on cue after that thought was passing his mind he felt the Rush in his chunk being too much to incorporate. He cried out."Oh my God this is so jazz wonderful. All your groundwork are arrant. I love this. I can't keep back any longer !"
At this the women giggled louder and all rushed to push their feet on his putz to facilitate him along. As they did so john cried out again,"Fuck yes ! I'm going to fucking cum right now ! YES !"and can finally released his load. His cum erupted in his underdrawers. It was without a doubt the expectant, hardest, and most he had ever cum. He didn't realize there could be that much cum inside him at one time. He felt the sticky cum fill his shortstop and even creep up out of his shorts thru the waist dance orchestra. The cleaning lady continued to rub his spattering putz. He cried out again and again as the volley continued.
He felt the base rubbing all around his crotch knowing that even though his underclothes was on the mucilaginous goo was still clinging to the soft delicate Sol and toes of these three beautiful fair sex. He heard them oohing and awing over how often cum was actually spuing out. The laughed and tried to think who's metrical foot had more cum on them. In the end they decided they were all about compeer.
With that his wife spoke again. okey ladies Army of the Pure go uninfected up. hard worker boy if you would like you may come to the bathtub and help us clean off our metrical unit ; however not until we are all strip and done you mistress will decide if you may clean yourself. Is that understood ?"
Saint John followed the three women into the john finding it unvoiced to take the air with the gooey shorts clinging to his eubstance. They took turns running their feet under the scat weewee as can washed them and then gently dried each pair with a gently hand. Then he rubbed application on all. His wife thought a moment and then spoke."Well slave I was going to tell you to clean up, but I see all this pes washing has gotten you excited all over again."John looked down and could see his cock again super hard pushing against his wet shorts. The womanhood all smiled and laughed as they covered their mouths.
"Well ladies,"his wife began."Shall we give him some more ? He has after all been a very good slave."The others nodded in understanding."okey then lets homecoming to our chairs. But slave you must come after us on your hands and knees repeating how beautiful we all are and how deeply you love our feet."
As the cleaning woman turned and began walking John the Divine got to his men and knee and commence narrate these mystify womanhood what they wanted to hear. It was a dark bathroom would never forget .