"Oh my God, I am SO sorry! Are you okay?!?" you say. We walk back to my bumper and see that it is hanging down.
"I am really sorry, let me call a tow truck for you because you can't drive this as the bumper will certainly fall off."
You can see that I'm annoyed but not super pissed off. We exchange information and you walk back to your car telling me that you are calling your free roadside service. I sit back in my car so I have no idea that you aren't calling anyone, just pretending to. What you are really doing is dumping a lot of those sleeping pills into a water bottle.
Walking back to my car door, you tell me that the tow truck is on it's way. I get out and don't feel the least bit threatened by you.
"It's going to take the tow truck a while to get here. Here is some water." you say smiling with an outstretched hand. I smile back and thank you taking the water from you. We pull our cars off the road and into the parking lot of this abandoned old country store to await the "tow truck" that is never going to come.
You watch as I sit in the driver's seat of my car sideways with my feet flat on the pavement. I'm drinking the water pretty fast. You tested these pills on yourself a while back and know what I'm going to be feeling soon. You know my movements will become very sluggish and I'll be unable to move before I finally pass out. You walk back and ready the kit, pulling the rope out.
When you come back, you can see that I'm feeling it. My speech is slurred.
"I feel so weird. Did, did, I hit my head when you, when you...ummm....bumped into me?"
You know it won't be long until I am out cold. You want to say things to me that you always want to say to the young girls you see around with pretty feet.
"You know, you might have hit your head. Better just stay sitting down so you don't fall off of those heels. I guess I could test your reflexes by taking your heels off and tickling the soles of your pretty little feet."
I look up at you with my eyes saying, "What the fuck did you just say?" It's mixed with a look of confusion as I'm feeling very drunk.
"What the....hell...does that, that...mean? Don't....tick...tickle my.... feet, that's just weird...you'd even say that....Why did, did...you say that? That's a stupid...thing to say...who goes around...wanting..asking to...tickle a stranger's feet? My feet are...extremely... ticklish...I'll slap...slap you if you...try to touch...or tickle my feeeeeeetttttt." My eyes are starting to close, but I'm barely hanging on.
Before I finally go out you say,
"Well young lady, today is not your lucky day. I drugged you. Once you fall asleep, I am going to tie you up, put a gag in that pretty mouth, and put you in my truck. I'm going to take you somewhere private where I am going to lick every inch of those feet, tickle the living shit out of you, and then finally I am going to rape your feet and cum ALL over them! You're gonna love it. Well actually you probably aren't, but that isn't my problem!" you chuckle.
I try to stand up to run and you push me back down in the seat. I try to speak when my world goes black.
You look around and make sure the coast is clear. My feet are still on the pavement and I'm laying on my back with my head in my passenger seat. You lean down and lift my feet off the ground and quickly strip my feet off. You make a happy moaning sound as you inspect my soles making sure I was worth it. Your hands stroke down my soles and feel how soft they are.
Leaning in you kiss the balls of my feet and smell the slight smell of scented lotion from Bath and Body Works all over my pretty feet. There will be more time for this later and you put my wedges back on my feet. You slide me out of the car which makes my skirt ride up and you see my pink panties. Throwing my limp body over your shoulder you rush me to your car and place me in the truck. A HUGE ball gag is forcefully stuffed in my mouth.
It's really too big and you are worried it might break my jaw since my mouth is small. Once secured behind my teeth it is buckled behind my head. I'm turned over and my wrists tied behind my back as well as my elbows. My ankles are tied together as well as my knees and thighs. You close the truck.
You gather my stuff from my car and drive it over to the abandoned store. You write a note that says, "Broken down, will return for it later." You run back to your car and speed away. You know I'll be out for a while. You debate where to take me. Maybe in this old country store, maybe in the woods?
You decide that you can have more privacy with me by taking me back to your house. It's dangerous, but you have a garage and you don't want to risk taking me to a cheap motel where you have to risk being seen taking me out of the truck. You honestly hadn't ever thought you'd really go through with this and you didn't fully plan out where to take your victim.
Parking in your garage and closing the door, you leave me in the truck as you go to the guest bedroom and move all the pictures and anything else I could use to identify you. The bed is stripped to the bare mattress and you place the sheets over the furniture. The room looks very generic and you feel comfortable that I wouldn't be able to identify anything. You go back to the garage and carry me and my purse inside. Tossing my limp body on the bed. You sit next to me and pull my feet into your lap. You go through my purse and find my driver's license. "Well Miss Natalie, welcome to my home!"
As I am still knocked out you untie me and slowly strip off all of my clothes, except for my shoes. You run your hands all over my body as I am on my back. Kissing my neck and working down to each of my breasts. Sucking on them and massaging them with your hands. Kissing down my tummy and kissing around my trimmed pussy.
You fight the urge to hold my legs vertically and find out how tight my pussy is by fucking me deep and hard. My wrists are tied together again behind my back and my ankles together. You turn me over on my tummy and kneel down beside the bed. You'd rather me be awake for this, but I'm still knocked out.
You slowly tug on my right wedge and loosen it from my foot. Wiggling it back and forth and you feel that it is free from my foot. You scoot really close and put your face inches from the sole of my shoe. Sliding it down towards the floor and you watch as each new part of my sole is made bare. My pink heels, my creamy white arch, the pink balls of my feet, again the creamy white under my toes, and finally the light pink color on each of my toe pads. You repeat the same with my other shoe and now my feet are bare.
You lean in and place your face against my soles so that my toe pads are on your chin, your nose between my arches, and my heels against your forehead. My soles feel warm and slightly moist against your face. You smell a slight scent of sweat, scented lotion, and a hint of shoe. You breath deeply over and over again. Keeping your face pressed tightly against my captive soles as your lips kiss the skin in front of them.
Leaning back you place your fingers on the tops of my feet and your thumbs into my soles. You bend my toes forcing them to point. You almost cum in your pants seeing how my soles wrinkle. You take your cock out and start masturbating to the view. It's difficult to keep for cumming all over them, but you definitely want me awake for that! You spend the next half hour licking, sucking, kissing, smelling EVERY inch of my feet.
You stop when you hear me start to moan and try to move. I'm still really out of it. While my body is still mostly limp, you put me in a tight hogtie. You pull a chair around to my head and sit down. You wait until I am more awake. You see in my eyes as I start to figure out what has happened to me. I try to scream but the ball gag prevents that. I am tied tightly and trying to pull my hands and feet free. You reach out and stroke my hair and tell me to just relax.
"Listen, I kidnapped you and as you can tell, there is no way you are going to escape. I want you to know that I am not going to hurt you, but I am going to do things with you that you might find a bit odd. Do what you are told and don't do anything stupid and you'll be released. If you try anything, I'll make sure you regret it. You might find this hard to believe, but you were kidnapped because you have such pretty little feet. I was already helping myself to them while you were sleeping. One thing you should know is t
hat I coupled with my intense foot fetish is a tickle fetish. Let me show you what I mean."
You climb on the bed beside me and start tickling the crap out of my feet!! I am trying to scream and thrash around. You tickle my soles for what feels like an hour. I am exhausted and my nostrils flair trying to catch my breath. Feeling me squirm against you combined with the feeling of total power you have over me has made you insanely horny.
"Want me to stop torturing your ultra ticklish feet Natalie?" you ask. I nod hard. "I'm sure you must be. I've never seen such ticklish feet. Well Miss Natalie, if you suck my cock, I'll quit tickling you. Sound good?"
I try to say "fuck you" through my huge gag and shake my head back and forth.
You tell me to have it my way and go back to work tickling me nearly to death. Twice you stop and ask the same question as before. Each time I say no. Finally after a super long tickle session I feel like I am about to go insane. You ask again. I slowly nod my head.
You walk around in front of me and strip nude. My eyes open wide when I see just how big it is! You rub the head of it over my lips and around my face.
"I'm gonna take this gag out and you know what to do. Try to bite it and you'll never leave this room. Agreed?" you say.
Again I nod.
The gag is removed and your cock is slid into my mouth where I wrap my lips around it. You back arches from the warm, wet saliva. You hold my head and slowly thrust your hips.
"Point your toes Natalie. That's it, but HARDER. Your toes should always be pointed!" Your cock shines with my saliva. You can't take much of this without cumming.
You pull him out of my mouth and cut the rope holding my hands and feet together. My bound ankles lay flat on the bed. Walking around behind me, you pull my feet off the bed by my ankles.
"Time for your first ever foot rape Natalie!" you exclaim.
You slide it between my arches and use your hands to keep them pressed tightly together. Your thumbs massaging my wrinkled soles as you fuck my feet. It isn't long before you pull it out and aim it down at my soles as you jerk off like crazy. The next thing I feel is my soles being sprayed with a massive amount of cum! It is all over my wrinkled soles and dripping down to my toes. You nearly collapse from the strain. Before you pass out you walk back over and gag me again.
"Take a nap Natalie. We are done with round one!"
The End.
Three Angels and a Slut
I married a woman with three teenage daughters. Take a word to the wise from a now-experienced professional in the subject - don't try this at home!
Mabel was thirty-two years old to my thirty-three. When we were married, she had three daughters; one was eighteen (Jill), and two were seventeen year-old twins (Jessie and Jassie) at the time we were married. Yes, I did the math there, too. She conceived during her eighth year of school and again barely a year later. I was only fifteen years older than her eldest daughter.
Before I asked Mabel to marry me, I asked her what she thought about having one or two babies with me. She all but insisted that it be two or three.
After we were married, we just had fun for the first couple of years before I began thinking about becoming a daddy in my own right; only to run headlong into her fervent assertion that there was no way she was going to subject herself to getting fat again and losing her figure. It seems I'd stepped into a trap, and it only got worse.
Unlike their mom, her daughters had made it into high school; but were years behind their peers because they were lazy; and, following their mother's example, they were relying solely on their looks to get them by. They either skipped or slept through their clsases, had boys do their homework for kisses, and stole the answers to tests they managed to fail anyway.
Mom was a stone fox, no doubt; and so were all three of them. Regretably, also taking a page from dear old mom, all three of them loved to play 'dumb sexy blonde' to the hilt. All four of them had 'pet rocks' for a very good reason...they could bond with their pets better than a boy and his dog.
They only dated the hottest hunks, sports team captains, and highest scoring stars; but at that time, all three together couldn't have reasoned themselves out of a wet paper bag if they'd had machetes.
They would have never thought to just rip it open and step out. Their motto is, "why think when you can find a 'big cock jock' to do it for you?" Of course, none of their boyfriends would have figured it out either.
It didn't take me long to figure out that all three of them were sexually active too; and likely to be mothers themselves long before they graduated, let alone old enough to take good care of kids by themselves.
Their mom had been remiss on that subject in particular. She hadn't taught them one damn thing about sex. In fact, she seemed to want to avoid any discussion or knowledge of that subject at all costs.
The girls didn't know anything about anything, just reacted. If it felt good, they did it. They didn't know their cycles were on a predictable schedule. When they bled, they used tampons. When they weren't, they didn't. They just always kept two or three in their purses. That was the extent of it.
They knew women had babies, but had no idea of how it was accomplished; dittoe on diseases. As a result, they fucked anybody at any time, bareback.
It's a miracle that they hadn't gotten pregnant already. I had to do something immediately. I tried talking to my wife, their mother, but she just shrugged her shoulders and said "What will be, will be". I had to take matters into my own hands, or end up stuck raising three bastard babies while momma watched soap operas and the girls just partied on.
I got busy and found out exactly what they were doing, when, where, and with whom. I tracked everything about them. There wasn't anything they knew about themselves that I didn't know, and I knew more than they did on virtually all subjects.
But, I didn't tell their mom. I figured the whole house might have blown skyhigh in that argument. I took the smart route and took it to the girls, one at a time, oldest first.
I decided I needed to instruct the girls before they got into trouble. I knew their 'boyfriends' had no clue about sex other than the old reliable "stick it in, pull it out; push, pull, pop a nut; wham bam, thank you ma'am".
That was my way in the door. After trying for weeks to explain the pros and cons of sex at their ages, it was abundantly clear that not one word I'd said had stopped between the ears it went it and the ears it went out.
If I was to avoid the problem of raising three babies on my own, a radical new approach was required. I looked forward to raising kids from birth through college, but I'd be damned if I'd diaper someone else's at 3am. Fortunately, by this time, all three girls had passed their eighteenth birthdays, and I had a little bit more room to maneuver.
I waited for the right opportunity before I moved on Jill. Trying a new approach to the situation, I pointed out that her boyfriend didn't have any idea of what it took to please a 'woman'. I knew the 'woman' reference would play to her lack of self-confidence and esteem about still being a 'girl'.
"Jill, your boyfriend is nothing more than an inexperienced little boy playing with his pee-pee and only making himself feel good by squirting in you instead of a napkin. He doesn't know or care if you enjoy it or not."
"What you need is someone a little older and wiser in the sexual arts, who can make you scream for more until you go hoarse and pass out from the pleasure."
I went for her jugular. "Jill, has any boy ever given you an orgasm that made you quiver and you just had to ask him to keep going and do it again?"
"Well, no, not actually."
"What is the best you ever felt when you were with a boy? Did he eat your pussy until you arched your back and sprayed your girl cum all over his face? Did he ever eat his cum out of your pussy after he filled you, or did he always just leave his big mess for you to wear home in your panties? Tell me, I'm interested how good it really was."
"N-o-o-o, none of them did that for me. I hated those wet panties. They got cold and clammy,
yuck. And I guess the best I ever felt was when he was sucking on my breasts and made my nipples tingle so much I could feel it in my pussy."
"Girl, that's barely to second base, and an almighty poor start. Good Lord, you don't have a clue about what what a man can give a woman, do you? Honestly now, tell me."
"If you're saying there's more, then I guess not. But I don't know anybody who can show me what you're talking about."
"I beg your pardon? You most certainly do. All you've ever had to do is ask me. I can show you everything you've never even known exists around you and inside you. You've been blind all your life, and now you have a chance to see."
"Will you show me?"
"Yes, of course, now that you've asked. It wasn't something I could just up and offer. You had to want to know first. Mom and your sisters aren't going to be home for another couple of hours, so if you want to start now..."
"Oh yes, now...right now. My panties are already wet thinking about it."
We began with the same kind of makeout session she was used to in a car seat and worked through the standard progression of feeling each other up outside our clothes, then inside our clothes, then in full view of my chest and her breasts. They were quite pretty to look at with firm upswell and pert coral nipples.
I moved to release her belt and get her jeans down. She raised her hips up and kicked off her shoes to make things easier. Then she did the same for me; until we were both sitting naked on the couch.
I reached over and began to caress her thighs, moving higher and higher until she had to spread her knees for me to continue. At the same time, I felt her small hand exploring my lower region and finding the objects of her interest.
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