Mary Alice stretches her legs out in front of her and smiles ear to ear. She taps her feet against your cheeks on either side of your head.
"Take my shoes off with your mouth"
You grimace at the thought. But you obey meekly and bite the laces of her shoes, feeling subordinate and pathetic as you do it. She turns her legs to accommodate your efforts and laughs as you serve her desires. You bite at the heels and tug, pulling each shoe off slowly. Mary Alice wiggles her stocking toes around in front of your face giddily. You can smell the musk of her feet.
"Oh, they are so sweaty. I want you to lick the sweat off of my soles. Sound like fun?"
As you grimace and start to object Mary Alice presses her left foot against your face. "Go on, take those socks off." The other girls look down at you, laughing. So humiliating. You reach up to pull her sock off with you hand but Kirsten pins them down.
"Ah ah ah," Mary Alice teases. "No hands! use that pretty mouth of yours."
God, it can't get any more humiliating. You peel her socks off slowly with your teeth, feeling the sweaty skin of her soles graze against your mouth and nose as you work. You get both socks off, and Mary Alice holds her feet inches from your face. You can smell them. It smells awful, and it smells like dominance.
"Reach for them with that tongue" she commands. Your tongue peeks reluctantly out of your mouth.
"Go on. Yeaah, that's it." She's taunting you now. You struggle to reach her soles with your tongue as she pulls them barely out of reach. Then in one motion she grinds them into your face, pressing your head into the dirt. Her flesh is warm and wet with sweat. The smell of her feet consumes you. "Yeah, oh yeah taste those feet". The saltiness of Mary Alice's foot sweat fills your mouth, your tongue lapping slavishly against her soles. You try to mumble but she presses her feet hard against your mouth. "Oh yeah, that feels good," she croons. "You like how those feet taste?" She slides her feet down so that her toes meet your lips. She runs her middle and big toe between your teeth and your lips as you moan in displeasure. Her feet taste awful. They smell awful. And she verbally taunts you for minutes, grinding her sweaty feet all over your mouth, completely using you. Finally, she stomps her foot down on your face and stands up.
"Ah, that was nice. I can't wait until I have you for the whole weekend." The other girls giggle and chatter in assent. You hear them talking about much worse things, the things they will do to you if they win, and you realize how important it is for you to get away.
"See you later," they tease, and run off into the distance. |