TO MISTRESS MARIE FEET

I had invited my Marie friend on occasion of my birthday, an evening besides that was going to end in an orgy of alcohol!. Installed in the armchair, this one was concentrated on one of my favorite movies, legs crossings. In what concerns me I was lengthened on soil, mistake of room and to feet of my Goddess.

She carried some blue shoes to heels that were for me in the average. With discretion I came closer of her feet to feel leather better and so possible to lick him pumps.

One of my first tentatives was vowed to the failure because Marie felt something to touch her shoe, my language obviously. She/it moved back his some centimeter feet, not to get the heel in the face.

Apparently and in my gestures, she had to suspect that I was interested by her feet because in my excitation she could notice the bump in my shorts. By dint of to insist in the time Marie let take itself to the game and decided of more to displace her dancing shoes to the approach of my language. She/it went again farther in this experience, as presenting me his/her/its dirty soles with a swing says " dangling "!.

I began to clean him the leather of her first shoe as well as the tip. The done work, she/it uncrossed legs to appear the other and ordered me to clean him the sole of a discreet gesture. I was red of excitation at the sight of this dancing shoe that I had always dreamed about to touch. I adored to see the look and Marie's joking smile during the cleaning of his shoes.

She regaled to itself of it besides!. My enjoyment was not farther now and I could not stop from ejaculating in my briefs. Marie rested her shoes full of saliva on my face, rubbed them along my cheeks can planted me with brutality its pointed heels in the bottom of my mouth while doing several rotations of her feet to certainly make again more badly me. I suffered but I adored this!.

To see to what point my sublime Goddess could make of me his personal doormat returned me mad. I sucked them one by one as one sucks a tail in the unceasing coming and going. it didn't stop anymore in his/her/its sadist's gestures, to make lips all red of blood!. I felt my worn-out throat by his brutal movements.

This experience long enough lasted and it now makes more than one year that we didn't exercise this kind of dream anymore. Every past day, I dream to the cleaning of all shoes of my dear Domineering, to a masturbation of its own hand or better yet a stamping hard of my sex.

Mistress Marie for her slave Eddy, while waiting for our next histories.