1. Prom Night


    Date: 4/21/2017, Categories: Fetish, Taboo, Author: LuvHosedToes, Rating: 77, Source: xHamster

    far, Michael?” “Yeah… I think I…” “Good. I thought you’d get it. You seem like a smart guy. You managed to hook up with my mom, so you’re probably not a moron. Anyway… basically put, you’re my toy. Whatever I want from you, I get. If I want a foot rub, you give me one. If I want you to go down, you do it. You don’t question and you don’t get to say no. You also don’t ask. I get what I want. If you want to rub my feet – which, I know, you always do – tough. You don’t get to rub my feet unless I ask you to. And no fucking. It probably should go without saying, but there will be no fucking. I’m not going to let you cheat on my mother…” I was astonished that in all of this, she somehow justified the concept of cheating. “… and I can get better fucking from the guys at school. Questions so far?” She didn’t wait for a reply. “OK, good. Now I’m going to college in the fall, so… that’s going to let you off the hook for a while. But remember, I come home Thanksgiving, Christmas – you know, all the holidays – and I’m sure I’ll want some attention then, too. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves. One more week of school, and all of summer vacation… four months before you get married; four months for you to show you’re committed to our little agreement, or I could easily have a conversation with Mom.” It was becoming increasingly difficult for me to pay attention to what Amber was saying. Despite my best efforts, the pantyhosed toes wiggling under my exposed balls were slightly ...
    distracting. My cock was straining, and bobbed now with every deft motion of her delicate foot. My balls were becoming tight, and the first glint of pre-cum could be seen reflecting light at the tip of my prick. Perhaps sensing my increased arousal, or perhaps just out of her perverse sense of timing, she stopped, pulling her foot away and putting it on the ground. “So… I think we understand each other, yes? Good.” Again, there wasn’t even a pause for my reply. “Now, I did promise you something for staying up until I got back. Let me see… Yes, that’s it.” Whatever it what she had in mind, at least she agreed. “OK, up, off the couch.” I stood up slowly, half-naked, my erection standing at attention. Amber motioned me toward the end of the couch. She took my spot on the couch, and swung her legs over the armrest. Her dress lifted up past her thighs as she slid her hips up onto the armrest. She only had to point, indicating her desire for me to kneel at the end of the couch, as she parted her legs, exposing her bare pussy where the gusset had been torn from her pantyhose. The light was dim, but there was enough to see her completely shaved pussy. Her labia were pink and engorged, and glistened with her own obvious arousal. The torn edges of her pantyhose were also wet, and appeared crusted with fluids from her evening’s earlier encounters. My observation was confirmed as I moved my head closer and was enveloped with the heady aroma of sex; the scent of her pussy mixed with cum. “Well? You ...
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