Amanda's Feet - JOI
By A.J. Brown

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With Amanda's arms tightly locked up with his and her legs, which were far
stronger than he ever imagined they'd be, tightly wrapped around his skinnier
legs, he couldn't move his limbs at all. Amanda lay on top of him while having
him locked up like that and he was stuck.

He couldn't believe that he allowed her to wrap him up like this. She was by
far the most annoying woman he had ever been on a date with, with her lame
sense of humor, her obnoxiously loud laugh, and her below average looks. He
didn't have the biggest ego out there or anything so if a hot chick or even
just a cool chick had outwrestled him like this, there is a good chance that
it wouldn't have even bothered him.

But Amanda was a loser and to be beaten like this by her was beyond
humiliating and frustrating, especially with there being nothing he could do
about it as he unsuccessfully tried to get free. He struggled more frantically
but she had him locked up so tightly that she didn't even really have to move
as she continued to look calm and relaxed the more he struggled. He knew he
was not going to be able to get her off of him and he couldn't take it
anymore.

"Alright," he said, trying to sound tough. "That's enough." She didn't get off
of him or even move and he quickly started to get frustrated. Did she not
understand what he meant? "Get off!" he said, trying to sound stern but
actually sounding more worried.

"No," she said with a smile. "I'm not going to let you up." What was wrong
with her? She couldn't just hold him down like that when he said he didn't
want her to. That was wrong.

"Amanda, get off of me now!" he said and he struggled a bit more but she still
wouldn't let him up. His eyes were actually watering up a bit from the
frustration.

"What are you going to do if I don't?" she said. "Cry for help? 'Help, help'!"
She was mocking what it would sound like if he was crying for help, trying to
sound cute, but not sounding cute at all. It made him want to punch her if she
didn't have his arms locked up. "Wouldn't that be embarrassing if someone came
in here and saw you crying for help while you were pinned down by your date?"

He had had more than enough of this annoying chick that he didn't know why he
even went on a date with to begin with. Well it was because he was in a
drought, that was why, and when they extended their date to go back to her
apartment, his intention was to get laid, not to have her challenge him to a
wrestling match and beat him which had been what actually happened.

But now she had made him angry and he was going to make her pay. She may have
figured out a way to pin him down but he knew once someone was angry enough it
was almost impossible to outwrestle them and she had made him more furious
than he had ever been with her stupid mocking of him while she was pinning him
down. He was going to get this bitch off of him and then punch her right in
her stupid face for not letting him up - he didn't care if she was a woman.

So he struggled with all of his might, feeling her arms tightly holding his so
they weren't able to move and feeling how much stronger her legs were than his
as they hugged them and gave them no chance of moving. No matter how hard he
tried he was not strong enough to get free from her.

"Dammit!" he yelled with extreme frustration.

"OK, I'll tell you what," she said. "I'll let you up if you massage my feet."

"There's no way I'm doing that." She had black boots on but her face wasn't
very attractive so he didn't even want to think about what her feet looked
like.

"I guess you don't want me to let you up then."

"You'll have to get up eventually."

"Oh no. I can keep you down like this all night if I want to. I have no
problem with that." He knew that he couldn't deal with being pinned down by
her much longer as he just wanted to get out of there. She then started to
squeeze her thighs so they were pushing right on the side of his knees and it
was extremely painful.

"Ah fuck!" he yelled and she loosened up a bit. "Alright. How long do I need
to do it for?"

"Until I say you can stop. But it won't be as long as I'll pin you down if you
don't do it. So if you want to get out of here ... "

"Fine. Let's just get this over with."

"Don't even think about trying to run away," she said as she started to get
off of him. "If you do I'll easily catch you before you get out that door.
Then I'll pin you down, rub my feet all over your face, and not let you leave
all night."

The woman was annoying, he knew that from the moment he met her at the
restaurant after they had set the date up from meeting online. But now she was
actually keeping him here against his will and there was nothing he could do
about it. He couldn't believe she was going to get away with making him do
this.

He watched with anger as she got off of him and sat on the couch. She started
to unlace the boot on her right foot. He could see that she was wearing black
socks underneath her boots and he realized that not only were her feet going
to be unattractive but they also probably were going to smell. He thought
about making a run for it, but she was right - there was no way he'd be able
to get to that door and escape without her getting a hold of him first. And
the thought of her holding him down and rubbing her feet in his face was
enough to fully scare him away from that idea.

"Wait a minute, why am I doing this?" she said as she started to pull her
right boot off but stopped. "You can take my boots and socks off for me -
might as well since you are going to be the one rubbing my feet anyway."

She moved on the couch so her back was against the armrest further from him,
her legs were stretched out across the couch, and her boots were right by him,
just hanging off the side of the couch, with the laces on her right boot
loosened and her left boot still tied tightly.

He had thought that he was a man who respected himself so he couldn't believe
that he was actually going to take her boots off of her but there he was
starting to do it. He pulled her right boot off and caught a whiff of her
black sock when he put the boot on the floor.

He decided to next start taking her left boot off as he wasn't quite ready to
see her smell her bare foot yet. He gave her left boot a bit of a yank, hoping
that it would just come off, but she gave him a look of disapproval and he
knew that he was going to have to unlace it.

He could see and smell her black sock as he started taking off her boot and
she just sat there watching him. He pulled the left boot off and caught a
whiff of that sock while he put the boot on the floor. Her right sock was on
her tightly but the top of her left sock was a little loose and there was a
bit of space between the tips of her toes and the toe part of the sock.

Now it came time to take her socks off, even though he really didn't want to
do it. He elected to start with the left sock since it was loose already and
it would take a bit less effort. He pulled on the toe part of her sock and got
it to move a little. But then it wouldn't move anymore and he had to move his
hands to where the sock was on her leg to start taking it off.

It peeled off her slowly and he had to get a bit closer to her foot in order
to really get it off. He caught another whiff of her sock when that happened.
It was slow to get off and he could tell her foot was sweaty. Finally he got
her sock off and he threw it off to the side.

Her foot looked big and it was extremely pale, even paler than the rest of her
pale skin. Her foot was also long and lean and so were her toes. It definitely
had a foot smell to it but the smell actually just embarrassed him more than
he thought it was a bad smell. Just wanting to be done with this all, he
grabbed her left foot and started to massage it.

"Other foot too," she said and she rotated her foot around counter clockwise
from his point of view to show that he needed to give it attention.

He worked on pulling that sock off of her which was even more work as it was
on tighter and that foot seemed to be sweatier as well. Once he got that sock
off he threw it aside and there was an even stronger foot smell to that foot.
He hated her more and more as she just sat there watching him as he massaged
her feet.

"Now use your mouth on them," she said. "Kiss them, lick them, and suck on
them - I like the way that feels."

"No way!" he snapped back at her. "I told you I'd massage them. No way in hell
I'm putting my mouth anywhere near those."

"That's part of the massage."

"It is not!"

"I say it is."

"Fuck this," he said and he started to stand up.

But Amanda kicked her legs out, got her feet behind his head, and she turned
her feet inwards so her toes on both feet faced each other. She got the top of
her feet around the back of his neck. He tried to pull away and he felt how
strong her feet felt as she was able to keep him from pulling away from her.
She then pushed her lower legs on his shoulders and was able to force him back
down on his knees.

She then moved forward, grabbed him by the hair, and pulled his neck right
between her thighs. Then she squeezed. He knew how strong her legs were from
when she was squeezing his legs with them but now that she was squeezing his
neck he couldn't take it. She was showing just how much stronger she was than
him and how dominant she was over him - it felt like she'd squeeze his head
off. Her strength was way too much for him to take and he desperately tapped
out on her legs. He was very thankful that she let go.

She repositioned herself. He looked at her big bare soles looking right at him
and he couldn't believe that he was going to have to lick them. Looking at the
bottoms of her bare feet was just making him dread the inevitable. His neck
still hurt badly where she had squeezed it and she had made it very clear to
him that he was going to exactly what she wanted him to do.

He looked at her feet some more. Soon she was going to get impatient. He just
needed to dive in and get this over with as awful as it looked like it was
going to be to do it. So he just moved his face right in and licked the whole
bottom of her foot. The taste was unbearable and he started to gag.

"Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!" she laughed with that loud, obnoxious laugh of hers that had
humiliated him plenty when she had laughed like that at the restaurant and her
foot shook around like crazy. "That tickled! You didn't have to just go right
in and lick my foot like that. Start slowly. Give it some kisses first - kiss
my feet all over."

He could taste that awful taste of her foot on his tongue and he really wasn't
happy about the fact that he had just dove right in and licked it when he
didn't have to yet. Her soles were still looking at him and letting him know
that this was not going to be something he could just dive into and get out of
the way - it was going to be a long, drawn-out, awful process.

He could still taste that bitter taste of her foot on his tongue as he moved
his face in to kiss her feet. The taste was not going away and it seemed to
even be getting stronger. He started kissing the bottom of her left foot and
he made the mistake of kissing it right on her arch which resulted the ball of
her foot and her heel pushing right up against his face and maximizing the
amount of foot that ended up touching his face.

He hated the feeling of his lips touching her sweaty feet. He proceeded to
move his lips all around on different parts of her feet and kiss them all
over. He could smell that strong smell of her feet which he was starting to
feel like more of a humiliating smell to him than in actual bad one.

And something else was happening to him the more that he moved his lips all
around her soles and kissed them - he could feel himself getting hard. He just
did not think that was supposed to happen and it felt very strange. The boobs
and asses of good looking chicks were supposed to be what gave him a hard-on -
not the pale, sweaty bare feet of some annoying, unattractive woman. He had
never wanted an erection to go away before but he so hoped that that one
would. Instead, he got even harder the more that he kissed her feet.

"You know," she said to him. "There are some guys out there that get an
erection over women's feet - do you?"

"No!" he snapped at her, hoping that the subject would be changed immediately.
He wondered if it was a coincidence that she said that or if she knew somehow.

"Why don't you pull down your pants and let me see?" she said. If a hot girl
had asked him to pull down his pants to see his cock he would have loved that.
With Amanda, the request made him feel very weird.

"No," he said nervously.

"Come on," she said and he looked passed her bare feet to see her face looking
down at him curiously. "Pull down your pants or I'll squeeze your neck between
my legs again." He couldn't believe she threatened him like that. You weren't
supposed to force people to do things sexually that they didn't want to - it
was wrong!

"You can't do that!" he yelled. She stuck her toes right up under his jaw,
hurting him, and reminding him yet again that she was the one that called the
shots.

"You know that you came here because you wanted to get in my pants," she said
to him with a dominant tone as her toes under his chin were reminding him who
the boss was. "Now I want to see in yours. This is the last time I'm going to
ask you before I make you pay."

Here he was, a guy who had thought he was a smart, confident guy, about to
give in to this annoying bitch because he was afraid of her. As he undid his
pants and started to pull them down he saw just how hard he was and he was
really embarrassed. Amanda now had a smile on her face again as she moved her
neck forward so she could see.

"Ha-ha-ha!" she laughed and this time her laugh actually didn't sound as
annoying as her previous laughs did but it still humiliated him to hear
nonetheless. "You have a boner! You like my feet! Masturbate for me while you
kiss my feet. Do it nice and slow. I don't want you to ejaculate too quickly."

She pulled her toes out from under his chin but they were still resting there
and looking right at him to remind him that she could do it again whenever she
wanted. He reluctantly put his hand on his cock and even though it was his own
hand, it still felt like she was violating him since she was making him do it
while looking right at her feet.

He started to kiss her feet and he slowly stroked his cock at the same time.
As he felt his lips push against her pale soles over and over and breathed in
the smell of her feet, he couldn't help but think that it felt good to stroke
his cock to that. He didn't want it to feel good, but it did, and he started
to stroke harder.

"Hey!" she said to him sharply, although she still looked amused. "Don't speed
up until I tell you to. You'll ejaculate when I say so. Now lick the bottoms
of both of my feet. First lick the left one, starting with my heel, and slowly
working your tongue all of the way up. Once you are done with that foot, you
can start to masturbate faster as you lick the other one the same exact way.
Now go ahead - I know you can't wait."

It was true that he couldn't as he was now so incredibly horny and submissive
for those feet that he thought he hated, attached to the woman that he
definitely hated. He felt the bitter taste of her left heel as he touched his
tongue to it and slowly ran it up her foot. As he licked her arch she let out
another obnoxious laugh and shook her foot around.

"Oh, that tickles my tootsie!" she said loudly, almost screaming it.
"Ha-ha-ha, that tickled!"

She shook her foot around some more as she was laughing, almost kicking him in
the face as she did, but being too busy laughing to care. He couldn't believe
that this woman who couldn't even keep herself under control from laughing
hysterically just from having her foot licked, was the same one that was able
to dominate him the way she was.

But as much as he didn't want to listen to her laugh again like that, the
taste and feeling of licking her foot had turned him on more than ever and he
was eager to lick her other foot so he could jerk off faster. His tongue
touched her other heel which caused her to let out another loud laugh like she
was surprised by it. He ran his tongue up her foot and she still laughed but
not uncontrollably like she had when he licked her other foot. He was now
jerking off much more rapidly and he felt like he was close to cumming, that
experience of licking her foot being just so incredibly amazing.

"Oh look at you masturbating a lot faster than I said you could," she said as
she observed him. "You're enjoying this much more than I even thought you were
going to. Alright, since you can't help yourself anyway, suck on my foot as
much as you can, see how much of it you can fit in your mouth, and then you
can ejaculate. Go ahead."

She held her feet out and wiggled the toes on her right foot to entice him and
that turned him on beyond belief. Like some kind of wild animal, he went right
at her foot and put his mouth right on it, trying to get as much of it in his
mouth as he could. Her foot tasted like foot and the taste was kind of a shock
to his system when he first tasted it, making him want to gag. But he quickly
got used to the taste and he loved it as he pushed it mouth on it more and he
enjoyed the feeling and taste of her bare foot completely taking over in his
mouth.

"Ha-ha-ha, you look so funny!" she laughed like it was the funniest thing in
the world for her to see. This time he imagined that he must have looked like
a fool and he couldn't actually blame her, even though she still had the most
annoying laugh he had ever heard.

He felt like he was just about to cum as he could feel so much of it building
up inside his dick as he continued to rapidly stroke. She then actually pulled
her foot out of his mouth right before he was there. He wanted to yell at her
for doing that but he knew that wouldn't end up well for him.

She then took the bottoms of her feet and started rubbing them right in his
face. This was possibly the best part for him yet as he loved the way those
soles felt rubbing all over his face, feeling her arches against his cheeks,
and smelling the smell of them. She had said that he could stroke himself
faster and he did just that.

And when he did that, Amanda started rubbing her feet in his face harder and
faster. The more she did it, the more he could feel that foot feeling rubbing
into all parts of his face, feeling wonderful every spot that they touched. He
started to moan as he could feel that he was about to cum. The more he
breathed in the smell of those feet, felt her skin rubbing into him, and just
could see her feet rubbing up and down, the more amazing that it felt. He let
out a yell as he shot his load everywhere, more than he ever had.

"Ha-ha-ha-ha!" Amanda laughed super loudly and she looked down at his dick
like she had never seen a guy cum before. "That was so funny looking - that
was the funniest thing I've ever seen! And it was all because of my feet. You
really like my feet that much - ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!"

And now that he was done with the deed, he looked at the soles of her bare,
big feet looking at him. He no longer felt horny at all and he felt
embarrassed and just weird about what had just happened. Tits and asses on hot
girls were supposed to be what made him cum - not the feet of some annoying,
unattractive woman. The more he thought about what had just happened, the more
uncomfortable he felt.

"I'm going to get my jammies on," she said. He didn't even want to think about
what she was going to look like in her pajamas. "Since you got what you
wanted, you're going to stay here and sleep with me tonight. I'll sleep with
my feet on your legs because I know you'll like it - but no touching
yourself!"

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