Today was his 20th marriage anniversary ; his wife had informed him in the morning before work that he needed to make out menage right after because she had a very extra night planned with an amazing gift. It had been driving him crazy all day long. He was unable to concentrate. He seemed to be lost in a globe of persuasion. So many clip he would get pulled back into reality by one of his students saying,"Mr. V. Hey Mr. V."And suddenly he was in a way of different students not knowing where that one class period had gone. It was not a secure day.
Finally five o'clock came and he was off. John grabbed his bag and almost ran to the school parking lot. Often he enjoyed visiting with his colleague teachers in the halls on his way out. No bookman, randomness, or interruptions. Mostly because 95 % of his coworkers were women, so he loved chatting with them and taking quickly glances at their cunning feet. He got to his truck and turned the key. Thankfully the 23-year-old bucket of bolts started up and he drove home.
As he pulled up into the driveway he couldn't assist but notice all the brightness were out and the curtains drawn. His mind raced with melodic theme of what could be awaiting him. His married woman 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 marriage she had come a long way. Still not drop out where he would like but at least better. He had no clue what could be awaiting him inside. But there was only one way to find out.
He took his key and skid it into the door. He felt a quiver go through his consistency. He was so shake the prediction was powerful. He opened the door and the entire sign was disconsolate save a rail line of glowing candles along the trading floor leading from the door across the family elbow room and to the hallway. He guessed he was expected to come after them. So he did so. They went down the hall and right into the sea captain bedroom. It was all he could do to go on from running into the room.
So John quietly stepped into his bedroom. There were lots of wax light ; she loved candles, so did he actually. There were two chairs at the foot of the bed about 2-3 foundation from each other. He stepped into the elbow room and take heed his wife's phonation."Take off everything but your underwear and then lay in front of the president on your back."So John did just what he was told. He stripped down to his boxer brief and laid down about four feet from the chairs."God how you men function sometimes is beyond me"came the normally sweet voice of his married woman again. Move closer to the death chair so that your brain is by one and your genitals by the other. Men are so dumb simple creatures."
So John scooted into the discipline position, he had no clew what was happening. But he was excited to find out. If anyone could see they could tell that too as his cock was beginning to inure, and imperativeness against his underclothing. He lay down as instructed and waited. After what seemed like a million years he again heard the voice of his wife. okey here comes your talent. Are you quick ?"
"Oh god yes I am. I have been thinking about it all day."He said trying hard not to voice like a little boy on the way to the candy store.
His married woman spoke again."First is my supporter from college, Jennifer, she is tall and gorgeous. superintendent aphrodisiacal heart, soft creamy skin, tenacious disconsolate embrown hair ; she has been in leather pumps all day without stockings. Where would you like her to sit, top or bottom ?"
John was timid if he remembered Jen. If she was who he was thinking she was tiptop hot. He said,"Top please."She walked in and stood over him for a instant then walked to the electric chair near his head. She was beautiful ; her amazing tenacious hair was just lying on her shoulders. John so loved yearn hair on charwoman. She was in a sexy purplish camisole and panties to equalize. She had no stockings on and the sight of her suave skin was just about all John could pick out. She sat down but sideways in the chair so her wooden leg and feet were collimate with John's body. So he could not see or impact 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 type that just drive men crazy, and women too for that matter. She was just an absolutely daze creature. If John was honest she always made him a bit nervous. Her expression and her personality was so over powering he sometimes feared he would be ineffectual to control his desire to just catch her and osculate her. Needless to say his anticipation of what was to come was overwhelming. So much so that John the Evangelist could feel his dick growing in his boxer briefs.
His wife spoke up again."As you know there are two chairs. So there is another fair sex joining you and Jen. Are you ready to meet her ?"
Saint John the Apostle could barely address his mouth had lost its ability to form words. But he swallowed and managed a very infirm and quiet,"Yes."
"Okay next is one of my beloved admirer from work. You remember Marisol don't you ?"said the mellifluous articulation of his wife.
John feared that his inflammation 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 shadow beautiful cleaning lady. She was of Puerto Rican decent and her hair was long, thick and dark. Her skin was grim and voiced. John had only see her fundament once before. It was when she had come over to help his wife with a project and she slipped out of her heart. John remembered by completely spellbound. Her toes were so dark and seraphic looking.
His married woman continued,"Well she has been wearing fateful leather boots and curve White person rayon stocking all day. I know how you love the contrast of her dark toes against the blanched silky nylons."
lavatory could no longer hide his excitement. His rooster 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 intelligence that came from his wife.
"Don't you dare touch your cock !"he had never heard her speak to him in that tonus. It made him even harder and the pressure level was now outstanding. He was in heaven.
"Okay then now that we all understand the rules. Do you need 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, devout god no !"
"Are you sure ?"came the demanding reply.
"Yes, I promise."John the Evangelist was a totality submissive at this breaker point, totally under the control of these three women.
"Okay then let's continue, Marisol you may do out now. She entered the elbow room. She had on a silky Andrew D. White shimmy with white thigh high silk stocking held up by garters. His married woman knew him and his juju so very well.
Marisol too sat in the second chair parallel of latitude so that her groundwork were hidden from his view. John's fervor was now easily visible to all. His cock was difficult and standing straight up, pushing the demarcation line of his underwear. His wife spoke again."So we don't have anymore mistaking I will go over the rules. Any breaking of these rules even slightly will leave in both women leaving and your birthday gift will be over. Is that infer my unworthy foot servant ?"
John so loved when she called him that. She had often tried to play the rife theatrical role toward him. But her disposition was just not built for it. It frustrated him but he loved her for trying. But this was going well ; King John was excited for what was to come.
His wife continued."Rule number one : Your deal must remain at your sides. Rule turn two : You must do as you are told, and only as you are told. normal number three : You will address only when spoken to and asked for a reply. Any deviations from any of the stated rule will result in the female child stopping and going family, leaving you to your own devices."God he loved when she took ascendence and talked this way."Now do you promise to be a full foot break one's back ?"
"Yes Mistress I promise."John said obediently. This was driving him barbaric. He was dying to get laid what was going to happen. His cock was now so hard and pushing so strongly against his underwear that it was actually a bit painful.
"I think I will have Jen set about the night."Said the haunting voice coming from nowhere it seemed."Jen would you begin by kindly removing your shoes ? And aim your unfinished feet just under King John's nose but do not allow them to refer him at all."
Jen took off her shoe. It didn't learn too long for the olfactory property to reach him. God he loved that so much. The mix of metrical unit and leather was the good smell ever ! Jennifer slid around and did as she was told. She placed her very wet and soft feet just above his mouth. So close that if he stuck out his tongue he could thrash them, but he didn't dare. He fought the itch with all his might.
"Do you like what is happening now you sad small hard worker ?"His married woman had never talked like this before it was making him so hot. If anyone had looked they would hold seen a wet spot forming on his underclothing 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 good slave ?"
"Yes he is."Jennifer said in her smokey sultry voice that always made John hot.
"Fine then you may reward him. Place a toe into his little mouth and let him soak up it. But knuckle down your hands will persist at your English or this all ends. Do you understand ?"
"Yes I understand."came the unrestrained and wobbly articulation from John's mouth.
"Remove your feet now Jen !"replied his wife 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 Mistress ! Is that understood ?"came the wonderfully harsh interpreter of his sexy wife.
"Yes schoolmarm ! Please forgive your worthless foot slave."said John.
"That is much better you little worm. Jennifer you may continue."His married woman said.
Jennifer then placed her big toe into his lip. He greedily sucked it in. He was in heaven. He could smell the foot so lots amend with it in his lip. It was his favored scent, clean feet just out of leather place. Although it made well-nigh hoi polloi gag, he loved it. He sucked the sweat off her toes he was dying to take more of them into his rima oris. But he didn't dare do anything without being told. Suddenly an sweet voice answered his prayers.
"Jennifer you may now do as you will with your feet and toes just think of if he touches you or does something you don't like you may refuse him."His wife stated. Jennifer must have known a footman before, because she knew what to do. She rubbed her feet all over his face. Slowly and gently, she would slide a toe or two into his oral cavity and then get rid of them quickly. John was dying. He was mumbling"more, more, Thomas More please !"
St. John the Apostle was in heaven. He could feel his hardening hammer pushing even more so against his underclothes. It was uncomfortable, even a bit afflictive but he didn't dare pertain them for fear of losing this amazing gift. Jennifer's feet tasted so good. He had often thought about sucking them those furtive sunup in the shower while he masturbated. He fantasized about her letting him soak up her toes while he slid in and out of her wet pussy. She was so hot. God this was marvelous. His wife spoke again,"Remember Jen all over his human face and chest too he likes bare animal foot across his unsubtle chest."
Jennifer did as she was told and moved her redress foot wet still from the fret and now mixed with King John's hungry mouth. He had a very wide chest and spacious berm interesting for being a pretty short man, only 5"4 ’. Saint John was getting hotter by the instant. His hired man moved without mentation and was just about to grab Jen's groundwork 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 abstruse sultry representative that always made King John quiver with excitement. He honestly knew that she could arouse him by reading the telephone book. Just the sound of her phonation was always enough to send him over the bound, god how he wanted her.
"Well then you may rub your nylon clad human foot on his stomach and his second joint, but be measured not to go near his cock. I know him and I am for certain it his raging hard and he has spilt some pre-cum."his married woman didn't know that he had spilt a bully mickle. He was so amazed how much was happening to him and as of yet nobody had even come close to his cock.
Marisol shifted in her chair and lifted her very glum lenient foundation wrapped in silky white stockings and began rubbing them across John's venter. Meanwhile Jennifer continued her rape on his face and sass. This was one of his near hope fantasies coming true. bathroom was at this moment the happy man on the face of the satellite, or even the whole beetleweed. Marisol's silken stockings felt so delicate against his peel but they too were wet from being in her boot all day, how he loved that. His growing excitement could be heard in his speedy ventilation, and she in the bulge of his underwear.
Marisol was a brilliant tease ; she kept coming close ever so fold to his cock. He took in a deeply breath every clock time she did so. As best he could with Jennifer's perfect toes in his backtalk. More than that each time she shifted from his stomach to his thighs or second joint to endure she would just lightly ever so lightly brush his hard tool thru his shorts. John felt as if he might burst forth aright there and then. He wanted this to lastly forever.
The super cadaver cock was now very seeable underneath John's shorts. The billet was getting bigger and wetter. He was getting close to losing all control. This was a straight dream come true. He kept sucking Jennifer's bare soft toes into his mouthpiece, 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 peter. Then at the last instant she'd pull away. lav 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 slope of your electric chair, thank you."
Gospel According to John was devastated, this couldn't be over, please no the intellection. Then he made a big mistake he spoke out flash."schoolmistress no please don't end this I didn't develop a rule did I ?"
"How dare you !"came the wild reply from his wife."Who do you retrieve you are foot slave ? You think you are worthy to verbalise to your schoolmistress without permission ? I decided when this gift is over and only I will resolve when it ends. Is that understood you worthless little slave ? You should be punished. dame stand up and walk away."can panicked ; he tried hard not to beg her to modify her mind. But he knew he needed to keep quiet.
Jennifer and Marisol stood up and were just about to walk out. Gospel According to John's wife spoke one more than time."hold dame. Maybe we can give this worthless niggling one a minute fortune what do you think ?"They both nodded. John let out a prominent suspiration and a big smile swam across his face.
"Okay then ladies you may sit down but please switch places. Thank you."As she said this both peeress turned and walked around John. His heart follow their arrant feet.
They sat down in their new hot seat and again had their foundation to the side. John's heart was racing just with the anticipation of what was going to happen next. His wife spoke again."Okay please continue what you were doing before, but now King John will have the nylon clad metrical unit in his ardent petty mouth and Jennifer can use her bare substructure to do as she wishes. Yes you lucky lilliputian whoreson if she wishes she may even rub your cock, but only thru his shorts. Understood ?"
John's upheaval was very visible, in both his facial expression and his fork. He was a very happy man and could not wait for these two beautiful women to bear on. Marisol began slowly lowering her feet to his face. The mixture of her hot wet feet and the silky nylons was almost too a good deal to brook. He sucked them into his mouth like a man just out of the desert. Just as he was getting lost in the taste and olfactory property of Marisol's black feet he felt Jennifer's delicate indulgent substructure touch is stomach. He shivered with joy ; he was fighting with all his might not to cum.
As Marisol's rubbed her other fundament across John's face she forced her former substructure deeper into his eager sass. He took her toes willingly, sucking every bit of her everlasting digits. Saint John was so focused on Marisol's nylons that he almost didn't flavour Jennifer move her feet to his amphetamine thigh. His trunk jerked with sexual pleasure. Again he had to fight the urge not to cum. Because he knew that if he did so before given permission he would be scolded.
His wife spoke up again."So my sweet petty infantry 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 ?"
John remained mute as Marisol removed her toes from his rima oris, the wetness was very patent on her rayon stocking. She moved that foot to his chest and rubbed her silky stockings on his bare chest. Meanwhile Jennifer continued to ride his shaft. She as Marisol did before gently brushed his swollen dick now and then with her feet. His wife gave him permission to speak."You may answer your Mistress you lucky slave."
privy swallowed tasting the scent and flavor of both women's feet sliding down his throat. The quietly spoke up"Yes Mistress I truly love what you have given me. I know that I am so worthless. I'm loving every I minute."John continued."Thank you schoolmistress for allowing your cockamamie little foot slave this wonderful gift. Their feet are so easy and tasty, I just love it, can't time lag to see what is next."
There was a present moment of secretiveness. It was making John uneasy his fear that this all might be over was haunting him. The sound of an opening door turned every principal. They all saw John's toothsome wife walking in barefooted in a matching string bra and panty set. She was carrying a chair. John Lackland's excitation grew more wetness was showing on his shorts ; his cock so hard now that one could make out the size and shape thru his straining underwear, the slurred head very visible.
Marisol without out really thinking about it was marveling at just how heavyset his cock 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 lips and put that idea in away in a filing cabinet she would discover later when needed. She knew of the exposed marriage agreement between John and his wife.
His married woman placed her chair future to Gospel According to John just opposite Jennifer's. John was just weak and lost in his joy. His mind was racing a million miles an hour with the opinion of what would encounter next. His wife spoke up."Okay you silly fiddling slave the ripe division of this talent is coming up. Are you ready ?"toilet shook his header yes god he wanted something to happen before he lost it.
"okeh then"continued his wife."Ladies please slide your chairs so that we are all close to his crotch. But beginning Marisol would you kindly take your stockings ?"Marisol lifted his feet letting them dangle just inch from St. John the Apostle's aspect. God this womanhood was so fucking sexy and really knew how to tease. She reached down and slowly began rolling her silky stockings from the top of her thigh down to just above the articulatio talocruralis. Then proceeded to remove them completely. Reveling what Saint John the Apostle easily knew were the dark-skinned and softest feet he had ever seen in his liveliness. She then did the same think with the other stocking. They were now both dangling softly in her handwriting, the conformation of the base still visible in the stockings. His wife spoke again."okeh Marisol you may set them into his mouth. Make sure that he gets them rubbed into his nose and breathes in the scent first."
Marisol being the amazing and sexy tease that Saint John the Apostle was learning she was did just as told. She first rubbed them under whoremonger's nose. God he loved that smell. He rarely talked about it or showed stake in that. He understood that his understructure fetish was foreign to most as it was. But revealing that he liked the smell that would just creep them out he thought. Although to be honest he only like the look when the infantry were very fairly and well go along. That had a very different and pleasing odor, dirty or unclean animal foot just were gross. Either way St. John the Apostle was feeling wonderful. His cock was growing and straining his shorts so much he feared he might rip through the material. The pip was growing bedwetter and larger by the bit. After teasing a bit under his nuzzle she finally told him to afford his sassing. He did and she pushed the nylon stocking in metrical unit first and he just sucked them with all his might.
He loved the whole billet ; he was dying to know what was to come next. If the truth 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 virtually desired fancy ever. The secretiveness was almost too much to handle. He was just about to speak up and smash the whole dark but luckily his wife spoke up."So my despicable little slave. Are you ready for what is to number next ? Although you are so deeply worthless of it."
John was understood for he understood that although he had been asked a orchestrate dubiousness he had not been given permission to speak. His wife finally ended his awful silence."You may answer me slave."
"Yes schoolma'am, yes I am dying to know what is coming next. I am sure enough it will be puzzle and wonderful. You are the most consummate schoolmarm a silly petty slave could ever ask for. Please oh please continue."Came Saint John's weak shaky piffling voice.
His wife went on"Okay Lady here is the situation. We will the three of us use our metrical unit to end this hapless little hard worker suffering with this deform hard-on he has developed. Please bring together me in rubbing your feet anywhere and everywhere. But note that the main finish is to diddle with his hard cock."With that said the intimately part of the dark began.
Gospel According to John was moaning and begging for More as six soft bare feet rubbed his stomach, second joint, and prick ( through is underwear ) At one meter he had all three ladies rubbing his stopcock he just about flare-up."Please more, more he begged."at this point not caring about the no speaking formula. 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 feet. I am so surd please rub my tool more, more."
As prior all three noblewoman began rubbing his powerfully engorged cock. He was now lost in pleasure. His ultimate fantasy was finally in caper. As they played with his putz now and again one of them he knew not which one, and honestly at this stage did not precaution, would rub her toes across his peter so has to experience his hammer between her toes up and down she would go up and down his thick shaft.
They continued this for quite a while. Also John noticed they were giggling and trying to push the other lady friend's ft off as to get their own feet on his dick. This was turning whoremonger on in a major way. He knew it would not be long now. As if on cue after that thought was passing his creative thinker he felt the rush in his lump being too much to contain. He cried out."Oh my God this is so hump wonderful. All your understructure are perfect. I love this. I can't hold back any longer !"
At this the cleaning woman giggled louder and all rushed to force their feet on his cock to help him along. As they did so St. John cried out again,"fuck yes ! I'm going to fucking cum right now ! YES !"and John finally released his incumbrance. His cum erupted in his shortstop. It was without a incertitude the orotund, hardest, and most he had ever cum. He didn't realize there could be that lots cum inside him at one time. He felt the sticky cum satiate his underdrawers and even pussyfoot up out of his shorts thru the waist band. The women continued to rub his spattering peter. He cried out again and again as the bursts continued.
He felt the metrical unit rubbing all around his crotch knowing that even though his underwear was on the glutinous goo was still clinging to the soft delicate soles and toes of these three beautiful women. He heard them oohing and awing over how very much cum was actually spuing out. The express joy and tried to guess who's metrical foot had more cum on them. In the end they decided they were all about equal.
With that his wife spoke again. Okay ladies lets go clean up. Slave boy if you would like you may come to the Bath and aid us scavenge off our human foot ; however not until we are all clean and done you mistress will decide if you may clean yourself. Is that understood ?"
lav followed the three cleaning lady into the bathroom finding it hard to walk with the gooey shorts clinging to his physical structure. They took turns running their feet under the scat water as Saint John the Apostle 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."wellspring slave I was going to tell you to cleanse up, but I see all this foot laundry has gotten you excited all over again."John looked down and could see his cock again super hard pushing against his wet shorts. The women all smiled and laughed as they covered their mouths.
"fountainhead Lady,"his wife began."Shall we give him some more ? He has after all been a very good slave."The others nodded in agreement."okey then lets return to our president. But slave you must follow us on your men and knee joint repeating how beautiful we all are and how deeply you love our feet."
As the women turned and began walking John got to his script and knees and start out secernate these dumbfound women what they wanted to hear. It was a night John would never leave .