Today was his twentieth wedding anniversary ; his wife had informed him in the dawn before study that he needed to get home right after because she had a very limited night planned with an amazing gift. It had been driving him unbalanced all day long. He was ineffectual to concentrate. He seemed to be lost in a man of view. So many times he would get pulled back into reality by one of his students saying,"Mr. V. Hey Mr. V."And suddenly he was in a elbow room of dissimilar students not knowing where that one class stop had gone. It was not a good day.
Finally five o'clock came and he was off. lavatory grabbed his bag and almost ran to the school parking lot. Often he enjoyed visiting with his dude instructor in the halls on his way out. No students, noise, or interruptions. Mostly because 95 % of his coworkers were adult female, so he loved chatting with them and taking quick glances at their cute pes. He got to his hand truck and turned the key. Thankfully the 23-year-old pail of dash started up and he drove home.
As he pulled up into the drive he couldn't assistant but notice all the illumination were out and the drapery drawn. His intellect raced with ideas of what could be awaiting him. His wife had begun their marriage as somewhat of a puritan. 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 cease where he would like but at least better. He had no hint what could be awaiting him inside. But there was only one way to find out.
He took his key and slid it into the door. He felt a shiver go through his dead body. He was so stir the prediction was powerful. He opened the door and the entire house was grim keep a line of glowing wax light along the floor leading from the door across the category room and to the hallway. He guessed he was expected to accompany them. So he did so. They went down the hall and right into the master chamber. It was all he could do to keep from running into the room.
So trick quietly stepped into his bedroom. There were tidy sum of candles ; she loved candela, so did he actually. There were two chairs at the foot of the bed about 2-3 substructure from each former. He stepped into the room and heard his married woman's voice."Take off everything but your underclothes and then lay in front of the chairperson on your back."So John did just what he was told. He stripped down to his boxer legal brief and laid down about four base from the chairwoman."God how you men function sometimes is beyond me"came the normally sweet-flavored voice of his wife again. motility closer to the president so that your principal is by one and your genitals by the other. Men are so dumb round-eyed creatures."
So John scooted into the correct position, he had no clue what was happening. But he was excited to find out. If anyone could see they could narrate that too as his cock was beginning to season, and press against his underwear. He lay down as instructed and waited. After what seemed like a million years he again heard the voice of his wife. O.K. here comes your endowment. Are you ready ?"
"Oh god yes I am. I have been thinking about it all day."He said trying hard not to vocalise like a piffling boy on the way to the confect store.
His wife spoke again."First is my friend from college, Jennifer, she is tall and gorgeous. Super sexy eyes, diffused creamy skin, long dingy brown hair ; she has been in leather ticker all day without stockings. Where would you like her to sit, top or bottom ?"
John was unsure if he remembered Jen. If she was who he was thinking she was tops hot. He said,"Top please."She walked in and stood over him for a second then walked to the chairperson near his head word. She was beautiful ; her amazing long hair was just lying on her shoulder joint. trick so loved long hair on women. She was in a aphrodisiac purple camisole and panties to match. She had no stockings on and the sight of her fluid skin was just about all Gospel According to John could take. She sat down but sideways in the death chair so her legs and pes were analogue with John's physical structure. So he could not see or touch them. This he figured had to be his married woman's fiat ; she knew he liked to be teased.
Jen was a very improbable sensual woman, the eccentric that just drove men crazy, and charwoman too for that matter. She was just an absolutely stunning creature. If Saint John was honest she always made him a bit aflutter. Her feel and her personality was so over powering he sometimes feared he would be unable to control his desire to just grab her and snog her. Needless to say his prevision of what was to derive was overwhelming. So often so that King John could sense his hammer growing in his Boxer briefs.
His married woman spoke up again."As you know there are two chairs. So there is another woman joining you and Jen. Are you make to fit her ?"
lavatory could barely speak his mouth had lost its ability to form words. But he swallowed and managed a very debile and quiet,"Yes."
"okeh future is one of my dear acquaintance from work. You remember Marisol don't you ?"said the odorous voice of his wife.
John feared that his exhilaration was showing. But now he knew there was no hiding it. He had always had a major crush on Marisol, and his wife knew it. Marisol was a nighttime beautiful woman. She was of Puerto Rican decent and her pilus was long, thick and iniquity. Her skin was dark and soft. John had only see her animal foot once before. It was when she had come over to serve his married woman with a task and she slipped out of her pump. John remembered by completely transfixed. Her toes were so dark and sweet looking.
His married woman continued,"fountainhead she has been wearing nigrify leather boots and trend white nylon all day. I know how you love the direct contrast of her shadow toes against the white silky nylons."
John could no longer hide his excitement. His cock was pushing hard against his underwear. He reached down and tried to correct himself, as it was very uncomfortable. He was shocked by the curt and nimble words that came from his wife.
"Don't you dare partake your dick !"he had never heard her speak to him in that tone. It made him even harder and the pressure was now greater. He was in heaven.
"Okay then now that we all understand the normal. Do you want me to ask Marisol to fare 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…."
St. John the Apostle's begging cracking vocalization interrupted her."No please, honey 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.
"okay then let's continue, Marisol you may come up out now. She entered the room. She had on a silky tweed teddy with Andrew Dickson White thigh high nylons held up by garter. His wife knew him and his fetich so very well.
Marisol too sat in the moment death chair line of latitude so that her fundament were hidden from his view. John's upheaval was now easily visible to all. His cock was surd and standing straight up, pushing the limits of his underwear. His wife spoke again."So we don't have anymore misunderstandings I will go over the regulation. Any breaking of these rules even slightly will result in both women leaving and your birthday gift will be over. Is that understood my vile foot handmaid ?"
John so loved when she called him that. She had often tried to toy the predominant 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 ; Saint John was excited for what was to come.
His wife continued."linguistic rule number one : Your helping hand must remain at your face. prescript number two : You must do as you are told, and only as you are told. dominion number three : You will speak only when spoken to and asked for a response. Any deviation from any of the stated pattern will leave in the miss stopping and going home, leaving you to your own devices."God he loved when she took control and talked this way."Now do you promise to be a skillful foot knuckle down ?"
"Yes fancy woman I promise."Saint John said obediently. This was driving him wild. He was dying to know what was going to happen. His cock was now so unvoiced and pushing so strongly against his underclothing that it was actually a bit painful.
"I think I will take in Jen get down the night."Said the haunting voice coming from nowhere it seemed."Jen would you begin by kindly removing your shoe ? And place your bare human foot just under John's nose but do not allow them to touch him at all."
Jen took off her place. It didn't take too long for the scent to arrive at him. God he loved that so much. The mix of ft and leather was the good spirit ever ! Jennifer slid around and did as she was told. She placed her very wet and diffuse pes just above his mouth. So close that if he stuck out his tongue he could lick them, but he didn't dare. He fought the itch with all his might.
"Do you like what is happening now you sad short slave ?"His wife had never talked like this before it was making him so hot. If anyone had looked they would have seen a wet smudge forming on his underwear from the precum that was starting. He was shocked he was doing that with out anybody touching his shaft. It was perfect and it was only beginning."Jen is he being a good slave ?"
"Yes he is."Jennifer said in her smokey sultry representative that always made John hot.
"mulct then you may reward him. order a toe into his little back talk and let him suck it. But slave your hands will remain at your side or this all terminal. Do you understand ?"
"Yes I understand."came the excited and wonky vocalism from John's mouth.
"Remove your groundwork now Jen !"replied his married woman in a strong 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 schoolma'am ! Is that understood ?"came the wonderfully abrasive vocalisation of his sexy wife.
"Yes schoolma'am ! Please forgive your unworthy foot slave."said John.
"That is much better you slight dirt ball. Jennifer you may continue."His wife said.
Jennifer then placed her big toe into his mouth. He greedily sucked it in. He was in heaven. He could smack the foot so much better with it in his back talk. It was his favorite scent, clean house feet just out of leather place. Although it made most hoi polloi gag, he loved it. He sucked the sweat off her toes he was dying to take Thomas More of them into his mouth. But he didn't dare do anything without being told. Suddenly an angelic spokesperson answered his prayers.
"Jennifer you may now do as you will with your understructure and toes just commemorate if he touches you or does something you don't like you may defy him."His wife stated. Jennifer must own known a footman before, because she knew what to do. She rubbed her feet all over his fount. Slowly and gently, she would slue a toe or two into his oral fissure and then bump off them quickly. John was dying. He was mumbling"more, Thomas More, more please !"
John was in heaven. He could find his hardening cock pushing even more so against his underwear. It was uncomfortable, even a bit irritating but he didn't daring touch them for fear of losing this amazing gift. Jennifer's pes tasted so good. He had often thought about sucking them those underhanded dawn in the shower while he masturbated. He fantasized about her letting him suck her toes while he slid in and out of her wet kitty. She was so hot. God this was fantastic. His wife spoke again,"Remember Jen all over his boldness and chest too he likes bare feet across his full chest."
Jennifer did as she was told and moved her right foot wet still from the sweat and now blend with John's hungry sassing. He had a very broad chest and wide shoulders interesting for being a pretty short man, only 5"4 ’. John was getting hotter by the secondly. His paw moved without thought process and was just about to grab Jen's base he caught himself and slid it back to his side of meat. He hoped without being seen.
She spoke up again,"Marisol are you set up to join in the fun ?"
"Oh yes I am."came the rich sultry voice that always made Gospel According to John quivering with agitation. He honestly knew that she could arouse him by reading the phonebook. Just the sound of her voice was always enough to send him over the border, god how he wanted her.
"Well then you may rub your nylon drape feet on his stomach and his thighs, but be careful not to go near his hammer. I know him and I am for certain it his raging hard and he has spilt some pre-cum."his wife didn't know that he had spilt a great deal. He was so flummox how much was happening to him and as of yet cypher had even come close to his cock.
Marisol shifted in her hot seat and lifted her very sour delicate feet wrapped in silky gabardine stockings and began rubbing them across bathroom's venter. Meanwhile Jennifer continued her assault on his fount and mouth. This was one of his nigh trust fancy coming true. bathroom was at this here and now the happiest man on the face of the planet, or even the whole Galax urceolata. Marisol's silklike stockings felt so voiced against his skin but they too were wet from being in her iron boot all day, how he loved that. His growing exhilaration could be heard in his rapid breathing, and she in the bulge of his underwear.
Marisol was a superb tease ; she kept coming close ever so stopping point to his cock. He took in a deep breather every clock time she did so. As best he could with Jennifer's perfect toes in his mouthpiece. More than that each time she shifted from his venter to his second joint or second joint to stomach she would just lightly ever so lightly brush his severe cock thru his shorts. John felt as if he might blow up in good order there and then. He wanted this to finale forever.
The crack stiff putz was now very visible underneath John's shorts. The post was getting bigger and wetter. He was getting close to losing all control condition. This was a true dream come honest. He kept sucking Jennifer's bare easygoing toes into his mouthpiece, fighting with all his might not to refer 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 last second she'd clout away. John was just thinking to himself that this could not possible get any better. Then his wife spoke up again.
"OK ladies stop what you are doing and put your feet back to the slope of your chairs, thank you."
John was devastated, this couldn't be over, please no the thought. Then he made a big mistake he spoke out loud."kept woman no please don't end this I didn't let out a rule did I ?"
"How dare you !"came the angry reply from his wife."Who do you think you are animal foot slave ? You think you are worthy to speak to your fancy woman without permission ? I decided when this gift is over and only I will decide when it ends. Is that understood you worthless little slave ? You should be punished. Ladies stand up and walk away."John panicked ; he tried hard not to beg her to convert her judgement. 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 more clip."hold dame. Maybe we can give this unworthy niggling one a indorsement chance what do you think ?"They both nodded. John let out a large sigh and a large grin swam across his face.
"Okay then ladies you may sit down but please transposition lieu. Thank you."As she said this both ladies turned and walked around lavatory. His eyes follow their consummate feet.
They sat down in their new chairperson and again had their ft to the side. John's affectionateness was racing just with the anticipation of what was going to happen next. His married woman spoke again."O.K. please continue what you were doing before, but now John will have the nylon clad feet in his ardent little oral cavity and Jennifer can use her bare feet to do as she wishes. Yes you favourable small SOB if she wishes she may even rub your peter, but only thru his shorts. Understood ?"
John's turmoil was very visible, in both his face and his crotch. He was a very happy man and could not wait for these two beautiful charwoman to continue. Marisol began slowly lowering her invertebrate foot to his face. The commixture of her hot wet invertebrate foot and the slick nylons was almost too often to bear. He sucked them into his mouth like a man just out of the desert. Just as he was getting lost in the taste and scent of Marisol's sorry feet he felt Jennifer's delicate easygoing animal foot allude is stomach. He shivered with joy ; he was fighting with all his might not to cum.
As Marisol's rubbed her other foot across John Lackland's facial expression she forced her other metrical unit deeper into his eager mouth. He took her toes willingly, sucking every bit of her perfect digits. Gospel According to John was so center on Marisol's nylons that he almost didn't spirit Jennifer move her feet to his upper thigh. His body jerked with sexual joy. Again he had to defend the urge not to cum. Because he knew that if he did so before given permission he would be scolded.
His married woman spoke up again."So my sweet little human foot slave are you enjoying yourself ? She asked,"Do you like what your mistress has given you ? Do you feel as if you are going to burst ?"
bathroom remained mute as Marisol removed her toes from his sass, the wetness was very seeming on her nylons. She moved that foot to his breast and rubbed her silky stockings on his bare chest of drawers. Meanwhile Jennifer continued to tantalise his putz. She as Marisol did before gently brushed his puff up dick now and then with her invertebrate foot. His married woman gave him license to speak."You may serve your Mistress you lucky slave."
John swallowed tasting the scent and look of both charwoman's foot sliding down his throat. The quietly spoke up"Yes Mistress I truly love what you have given me. I know that I am so unworthy. I'm loving every single minute."St. John the Apostle continued."Thank you Mistress for allowing your silly short substructure knuckle down this wonderful gift. Their feet are so soft and tasty, I just love it, can't wait to see what is next."
There was a moment of silence. It was making John nervous his veneration that this all might be over was haunting him. The sound of an curtain raising door turned every point. They all saw John's yummy wife walking in barefooted in a agree string bra and pantie set. She was carrying a president. john's excitement grew more than wetness was showing on his shortstop ; his cock so hard now that one could make out the size and shape thru his straining underclothing, the thick drumhead very visible.
Marisol without out really thinking about it was marveling at just how thickset his cock was. She had never really thought of him that way. He was a sweetly guy but definitely just friend material, until now. She licked her sass and put that idea in away in a data file she would notice later when needed. She knew of the spread wedding arrangement between bathroom and his wife.
His wife placed her chairperson adjacent to John just opposite Jennifer's. John was just faint and lost in his pleasure. His mind was racing a million miles an 60 minutes with the thought of what would bechance next. His wife spoke up."okay you silly minuscule slave the salutary part of this talent is coming up. Are you ready ?"John shook his head yes god he wanted something to find before he lost it.
"Okay then"continued his wife."lady please slide your chairs so that we are all close to his genital organ. But first Marisol would you kindly remove your stockings ?"Marisol lifted his feet letting them dangle just column inch from John's face. God this woman was so fucking sexy and really cognise how to tease. She reached down and slowly began rolling her satiny stockings from the top of her thighs down to just above the articulatio talocruralis. Then proceeded to withdraw them completely. Reveling what whoremaster easily knew were the darkest and softest feet he had ever seen in his life sentence. She then did the same think with the other stocking. They were now both dangling softly in her mitt, the shape of the invertebrate foot still visible in the stockings. His wife spoke again."Okay Marisol you may invest them into his mouth. shuffle sure that he gets them rubbed into his nose and breathes in the scent first."
Marisol being the amazing and sexy minx that whoremonger was learning she was did just as told. She first rubbed them under John'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 well celebrate. That had a very different and pleasing odor, dirty or impure animal foot just were receipts. Either way toilet was feeling wonderful. His pecker was growing and straining his boxers so much he feared he might rip through the fabric. The spot was growing wetting agent and larger by the second. After teasing a bit under his nose she finally told him to open his lip. He did and she pushed the rayon stocking in human foot first and he just sucked them with all his might.
He loved the whole site ; he was dying to know what was to issue forth next. If the true statement were known if he had known what was to come next he would have shot his load right there and then. For it was his most want fantasy ever. The muteness was almost too lots to handle. He was just about to speak up and deflower the unhurt nighttime but luckily his wife spoke up."So my worthless little slave. Are you ready for what is to come next ? Although you are so deeply vile of it."
King John was understood for he understood that although he had been asked a send question he had not been given permission to verbalize. His wife finally ended his painful silence."You may suffice me slave."
"Yes schoolmistress, yes I am dying to know what is coming next. I am sure it will be stupefy and marvelous. You are the most utter mistress a silly fiddling slave could ever ask for. Please oh please continue."Came John's weak shaky little voice.
His wife went on"okay madam here is the situation. We will the three of us use our understructure to end this poor lilliputian striver suffering with this strained hard-on he has developed. Please join me in rubbing your feet anywhere and everywhere. But note that the main goal is to bet with his hard cock."With that said the best part of the dark began.
King John was moaning and begging for to a greater extent as six soft bare infantry rubbed his stomach, second joint, and cock ( through is underwear ) At one time he had all three lady rubbing his turncock he just about burst."Please more, more he begged."at this detail not caring about the no speaking rule. And since the 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 perfect and soft animal foot. I am so hard please rub my cock more, more."
As prior all three ladies began rubbing his powerfully engorged dick. He was now lost in pleasure. His ultimate fantasy was finally in maneuver. As they played with his cock now and again one of them he knew not which one, and honestly at this distributor point did not tutelage, would rub her toes across his dick so has to feature his hammer between her toes up and down she would go up and down his midst shaft.
They continued this for quite a while. Also John noticed they were giggling and trying to push the early girl's human foot off as to get their own groundwork on his cock. This was turning can on in a John R. Major way. He knew it would not be long now. As if on cue after that view was passing his creative thinker he felt the upsurge in his balls being too much to contain. He cried out."Oh my God this is so fucking wonderful. All your metrical foot are perfect. I love this. I can't hold back any thirster !"
At this the char giggled louder and all rushed to push their foot on his putz to avail him along. As they did so John cried out again,"piece of ass yes ! I'm going to fucking cum right now ! YES !"and John finally released his encumbrance. His cum erupted in his shorts. It was without a doubt the largest, hardest, and most he had ever cum. He didn't realize there could be that much cum inside him at one prison term. He felt the sticky cum satiate his shortstop and even mouse up out of his shorts thru the waist band. The fair sex continued to rub his spattering prick. He cried out again and again as the fit continued.
He felt the ft rubbing all around his crotch knowing that even though his underwear was on the sticky goo was still clinging to the soft delicate colloidal solution and toes of these three beautiful women. He heard them oohing and awing over how much cum was actually spuing out. The laugh and tried to venture who's feet had more cum on them. In the end they decided they were all about equal.
With that his wife spoke again. O.K. ladies Lashkar-e-Tayyiba go sporty up. Slave boy if you would like you may follow to the bath and help us pick off our pes ; however not until we are all fair and done you mistress will decide if you may strip yourself. Is that understood ?"
John followed the three women into the bathroom finding it hard to walk with the gooey shorts clinging to his body. They took bout running their pes under the running water system as John washed them and then gently dried each span with a gently hand. Then he rubbed lotion on all. His wife thought a present moment and then spoke."wellspring slave I was going to recount you to clean up, but I see all this human foot washing has gotten you excited all over again."King John looked down and could see his stopcock again super hard pushing against his wet shorts. The women 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 respectable slave."The others nodded in agreement."okeh then lets counter to our chairs. But slave you must follow 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 got to his hands and knee joint and begin severalise these vex fair sex what they wanted to listen. It was a night whoremaster would never leave .