Later
By A.J. Brown
Mature woman takes advantage of a man's fetish


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The front door opened. Shane was in their spare room where the computer was
with his pants down at his ankles and his cock in his hand but he could hear
the front door open. Dammit. He had about ten minutes, maybe fifteen, before
he had to leave and he wanted to take advantage of that time.

"Honey?" he heard Claire say.

Hearing her voice made it worse. He loved his wife - he loved her so much. He
was 36-years-old and she was 32. They had been married for seven years and he
couldn't be happier. But even the happiest of married men needed their own
time once in a while. And this was one of those times.

He could hear her walking closer to where he was. He took a second to wonder
if he should pull up his pants first or close out the window on his computer
with the picture of Katy Perry's feet that he was looking at. He decided to do
that first because he knew what Claire thought about feet.

Maybe it was because Claire's feet were nothing great. She had an extremely
pretty face and a nice body but her feet left something to be desired. He had
quite the foot fetish though and he would have gladly worshipped her feet for
her. But she wouldn't have it. She didn't like having him anywhere near her
feet.

That morning he was particularly horny. He would have been fine having some
quick sex with his wife before they left for the day but he had been married
for her long enough to know that she wouldn't go for it. The only time she
liked to have sex was after a long romantic night and was never OK with it
being spontaneous.

But Shane was very horny and he needed to take care of that. What better to
look at then some pictures of Katy Perry's soft, beautiful feet while he
stroked his cock? Now, that was being interrupted by his wife and he was not
pleased with her at the moment. After he closed out the window he quickly
pulled up his pants and she walked in the room just seconds after that.

"Oh, you are home," she said with a sweet smile that he didn't want to see at
that point in time. "You scared me when you didn't respond. What are you
doing?"

"Just paying a couple of bills" he said rather dismissively.

"OK," she said and she walked towards him with that look on her face like she
had a whole lot of nothing she was about to say. "I just came back because I
forgot to grab the dress I need to get dry cleaned. I got a text message from
Lynn. Her and Ray are fighting again. She went home last night and?"

Blah, blah, blah. That was all he heard. He drowned her out often when she
started rambling on about things that he didn't care about but this time he
tuned her out quicker than usual. His cock felt like it was going to explode
since he was still so horny after looking at those pictures of Katy Perry's
feet. Picturing her rubbing them all over his face and sticking them in his
mouth. He desired that so badly and now he had his wife there talking his ear
off.

Time was passing and he wasn't going to be able to hang around much longer. He
had to get to the bank and then he had to get to work. If Claire didn't get
out of there soon he was going to have to leave being extremely horny without
getting the chance to jerk-off. He'd be antsy all day if that ended up
happening.

There he stood in line at the bank horny as anything. He actually had to end
up leaving before his wife did just because it took her so damn long to get
out of the house. He stood in line thinking about beautiful female feet and he
didn't know how he was going to make it through the day.

In the bank walked a woman that looked to be in her early to mid-forties. She
was extremely good looking for her age and she also looked very professional.
Something about the way that she carried herself made Shane feel inferior to
her. Like she was smarter or more successful than him or just a better person
overall even though she didn't look at him.

She had long brown hair that was somewhat curled and it definitely looked like
she took good care of her hair. She wore a navy blue professional jacket with
a shirt under it that actually showed off her cleavage a little bit. She wore
long pants and shoes that showed off her feet.

That of course caught Shane's eye immediately. This woman wasn't a woman in
her twenties like most of the women whose feet he would check out online but
they were well cared for and extremely sexy. They looked very smooth and she
had some fresh looking toenail polish on which may have been a dark blue or a
dark green.

He felt his cock growing in his pants and he felt like he wanted to cum so
badly. He could not get his eyes off of her feet and he didn't care. It wasn't
like he was staring at her cleavage which he was sure she wanted guys to at
least glance at and there was no way he could have hidden leering at that.
Guys weren't known for staring at feet so he was sure it looked like he was
just looking at the ground.

"Sir?" a woman said.

It was the bank teller calling him to come up for his transaction. Knowing
that he was going to have to go about his day after this he actually stared at
the woman's extremely sexy feet a few seconds longer thinking about them
rubbing all over his face and being in his mouth. He was the horniest that he
was all day and he finally went up to make his transaction.

After he was done he walked out of the bank towards his car. He had now
forgotten about all of the feet he had been looking at on the internet that
morning. Seeing that woman's up close had really turned him on and the fact
that she was older than him and still took such good care of her feet excited
him even more for some reason. He was going to jerk off thinking about them
later and he couldn't wait.

"Excuse me" he heard a woman's voice say.

Once again he was interrupted from his thoughts of that woman's beautiful feet
by a woman talking to him and he was certainly getting sick of it. He turned
around to see it was the woman with the sexy feet walking right up behind him.
Normally he wasn't nervous talking to women but he suddenly felt very nervous
for some reason.

"Sorry to bother you," she said although she looked more like she wasn't sorry
to bother him and felt that she was better than him and could bother him
whenever she pleased. "Were you staring at my feet in there?"

"No" he said immediately.

He didn't hesitate saying that for a second although he was shocked that she
said it. How the hell did she realize that? He thought he wasn't being obvious
about it but clearly he was. And the fact that she had no shame in just saying
that to him really amazed him. He just stared at her looking confused and
surprised.

"I'm sorry," she said. "You're looking at me like I'm nuts right now. I just
thought I saw you staring at them. I'm 44-years-old so when you get to be my
age you start to get more forward and you're quicker to speak what's on your
mind. Never know where an opportunity lies, you know? I actually just got a
pedicure yesterday. The woman massaged my feet and it felt so good. I thought
you might want to do it for me too. Again, I'm sorry to bother you."

He watched her walking away with that confident walk and she just looked sexy
overall the way that she carried herself. What the hell was he doing? This
seemed too easy but he'd wouldn't get over it if he passed up on this
opportunity. He walked towards her before she got in her car.

"Wait," he said and she turned around and looked at him. "You're right, I was
looking at them. I was just surprised that you noticed."

"I know you were," she said. "I knew you were just too embarrassed to admit
it. Glad you came to your senses though. Come buy me a drink. I need to get to
know you at least a little bit first."

He was supposed to be at work and would have preferred to maybe postpone this
until afterwards especially since it wasn't even noon yet. But he could always
miss a day of work and he didn't want to take the chance that she wouldn't
want to wait for him. She seemed like the kind of woman that wanted things
done when she wanted them done.

"So be honest with me," she said as the two of them were sitting at one of the
few bars that was open that early that only one person was sitting at, at the
other end. "Are you married? I see the wedding band so I'm assuming so."

"Yeah, I am" he said figuring there was no point on lying even if it did kill
the deal right there.

"That's fine," she said. "That's your business."

"What can I get the two of you to drink?" the bartender said.

"Bud draft please" Shane said.

"I'll have a Diet Coke please" the woman said.

"May I see your ID please?" the bartender said to Shane. He pulled it out and
showed it to him and the bartender handed it back to him.

"Wow, you look hot in your license picture," the woman said as the bartender
walked away but before Shane could put his license away. "Can I see it?"

Having a confident looking woman like that tell him he looked hot was a good
way to get him to do whatever she wanted. He handed her the license and he
felt proud as he watched her checking his picture out. He then realized that
she could be looking at his address too. That seemed paranoid but he still
figured he should get his license back.

"OK, can I have that back?" he said and she handed it to him.

"So your name is Shane?" she said and now he wasn't too pleased with the fact
that she had been looking at something other than his picture.

"Yes," he said. "What's your name?" She looked like she didn't want to tell
him.

"That's not important," she said. "If you're married I don't need any crazy,
jealous wife coming after me or anything."

"Just your first name," he said. "At least so I know what to call you."

"Marisa" she said.

"Here are your drinks" the bartender said and Shane handed the man his credit
card to pay for both of them.

"So you don't drink?" Shane said to her.

"Not anymore," she said and she took a sip of her soda. "My ex-husband was a
drunk so it made me not want to touch it anymore. It's fine if you do though.
Just don't drink too much."

He took the comment as a bit bossy but if her ex-husband was a drunk he
supposed he didn't blame her. He did find it interesting the way she could be
stern like that with someone she just met and kind of tell him what to do. He
didn't like being told what to do but in a way it turned him on.

They spoke for a while as he drank his beer and she could definitely keep a
conversation going. She was fairly serious although she could also crack a
joke here and there or smile if he made one, although she wasn't afraid not to
smile if she didn't like his joke. She definitely seemed older and wiser than
him which definitely was going to make it feel different rubbing her feet, if
that was still going to happen, since it was normally the feet of girls in
their twenties that he really had a thing for.

"You want another soda?" he said when he finished his beer and saw that she
was only a little more than halfway done with her drink.

"No," she said and she wasn't very polite about it. "And I don't have all day.
If you're going to massage my feet, come do it." He was definitely not a fan
of her attitude but the excitement of massaging her feet for her made him not
think about that. He paid the bill and then followed her outside.

"So you want to do this in my car?" he said a bit nervously. "Or yours?" She
looked at him like he was stupid.

"What do I look like?" she said. "I'm not getting a foot massage in a car.
Follow me back to my house. I'll drive slow so make sure you keep up."

She made her way to her car which was a silver Toyota Camry so she looked like
she was doing well but wasn't overly wealthy, or at least she didn't spend
like she was. She didn't look back at him as she got in her car and she seemed
indifferent as to whether he followed her or not.

He knew he should probably just go to work and forget about her. But he
couldn't forget about those feet. He got in the car and followed her,
wondering the entire time why he continued to follow her instead of just going
to work. She wasn't driving like a maniac or anything but she wasn't driving
slowly either. He had to work to keep up to her and might have run a red light
in the process. He was glad he didn't get caught as that would be a tough one
to explain if Claire found out he wasn't at work.

She pulled into the driveway of a small but nice looking house and got out of
her care. As she turned the car off and got out, Shane felt his heart start to
beat more rapidly. What on earth was he doing at a 44-year-old woman's house?
It was just a foot massage - he wasn't going to be cheating.

"Come on inside," she said and she pointed towards the house. "I don't have
all day."

It was another rude and pushy comment by her but he supposed that he didn't
want to be there all day either - he couldn't be. He had to go inside, give
her this foot massage, and then be one with his day. He looked at her feet as
she walked towards the house and his cock was getting so hard as he did.

She walked ahead of him without looking back and he followed. She wasn't
looking at him anyway so he just kept looking at her feet. The thought of
rubbing those pedicured feet was so exciting. She opened the front door, held
it open for him, and he walked inside. He looked around and her small house
which looked very well-kept.

"Come on," she said. "Get moving. My bedroom is the door all the way down that
hallway on your left."

Bedroom? That seemed a bit too personal. He figured they'd be doing this out
in the living room. He wondered if he should leave. He looked at her and the
stern look that was on her attractive face intimidated him. All he was doing
was massaging her feet so he supposed it didn't matter what room they did it
in. He walked into the bedroom and once he got back there it just felt wrong.

"Take all of your clothes off" she said as she had a seat on the bed.

"W-what?" he said nervously. "Why?"

"Well you are going to want to jerk off when you're done, I assume," she said.
"So you may as well take off all your clothes. Besides, I want to see your
cock. Go ahead."

"I'd prefer to?" he started to say.

"Now!" she said very sternly.

What kind of woman was this where she thought she could talk to him like this,
especially when she was telling a guy that she first met to take off his
clothes? She kicked off her shoes though and he lost his breath for a second.
They were so incredibly sexy and he was going to be massaging them! He started
taking off his clothes.

Marisa took off the jacket that she was wearing and then took off the shirt
that she had on under it as well. Her breasts weren't large or anything but
they looked nice and firm for a woman her age in the bra she had on. She then
pulled the bra right off. Shane took his shirt off and she checked him out.

"I'm going to have to make you shave that chest," she said. "I don't like a
hairy chest."

Before he could say anything, she continued to undress. She pulled off her
skirt and the pantyhose that she had on. She pulled off her panties revealing
her well-trimmed pussy. She had a great body for a woman her age but all he
could still look at was her feet. He pulled off his shoes, his socks, his
pants, and his boxers shorts. He was extremely excited as he looked at her
naked body but especially her beautiful feet.

"Heh-heh-heh," she chuckled as she looked at his dick. "Your cock is so small.
It's cute."

"Do you really have to say things like that?" he said feeling very embarrassed
that she called it 'small' and even 'cute' and he would have probably
responded ruder if he wasn't so excited about rubbing her feet.

"Be quiet," she said which shut him up instantly. "Get going on rubbing my
feet. In fact, I want a full body massage. That's a fair tradeoff for you
getting the honor of massaging my sexy feet, don't you think? You better do a
good job."

He got on his knees in front of those beautiful feet and he felt so lucky that
he was going to be able to massage them. The closer his hands got to them the
more excited he became and the less he worried about the way she was talking
to him. Then his hands made contact with them and he felt like he was in
paradise.

He wanted to make sure to do a good job, though, just like she had told him
to. He started out by massaging the ball of her right foot. He did so slowly
and gently but still made sure to do it hard enough where she was able to get
the good effect of it. He did the right foot and then did the left.

Her body seemed to instantly relax once he started doing so. Her feet seemed
to be extremely relaxed and her legs seemed like they were relaxing as well.
She could have been completely falling asleep for all he knew. It didn't
really matter either way though because he wanted to give her beautiful feet
100 of his attention.

Just the feeling of those amazing feet in his hands was making his cock grow
like crazy. It felt rock hard and he wished she could see it again so maybe
she wouldn't say that it was small. He moved his face in to her feet and took
a good smell, loving their aroma. They had such a wonderful odor to them. But
he continued to work the balls of her feet, very slowly. He wanted to savor
every second of it.

"Good job, toy," she said and now he realized that she was certainly not
asleep and he didn't like being called 'toy.' "You best take your time and
worship my feet correctly. I can see that cute little cock of yours has gotten
hard. Keep your hands off of it. This isn't about you."

He didn't intend to do so until she was OK with it so he didn't know why she
had to mention that. He moved his fingers up from the balls of her feet to her
toes and rubbed them. They were so cute and he loved how fresh and shiny the
dark blue nail polish on them looked. He used the tips of his fingers to rub
her bigger toes and then moved down to the smaller ones.

"Keep going" she said even though he clearly wasn't stopping.

He rubbed all the way down to her pinky toe and then he moved his thumbs down
the outside of her feet. He looked at her toes there on display looking so
magnificent. He wanted them in his mouth badly and hoped that she didn't mind
if he sucked on them. He figured that sucking on them would feel good for her
and hoped that she understood that it was just part of the massage. However,
he did fear how she would react if she didn't take it that way.

He couldn't resist. Her beautiful toes looked so sexy. He brought his mouth in
and very gently sucked on her two biggest toes on her right foot. She didn't
object so he held his mouth there, loving the taste of them. He had never
tasted something so wonderful. He took his mouth off of them after doing it
for a while and then did the same to the left.

Her toes tasted absolutely fabulous and he could have just held his mouth
there all day. But he remembered her telling him that it was all about her and
he didn't want to push his luck too far. This was already far more enjoyable
than he ever could have imagined. He pulled his mouth off of her toes and
could still taste the taste of them in his mouth.

He looked at the arches of her feet and they looked so incredibly sexy. She
hadn't said anything and she hadn't really moved so he thought that she may
have fallen asleep. He rubbed the arches of her feet and she stirred a bit,
like he had tickled them a bit. It was a brief stir and it still seemed like
she was asleep.

He rubbed the tops of her feet with his fingers while his thumbs were still
working the arches. He then moved the joints of his thumbs so they were
working right under the balls of his foot. The balls of her feet looked so
smooth that he wanted to give them more attention. He moved his thumbs up and
rubbed them some more.

Everything was already more amazing than anything he had ever experienced and
he hadn't even massaged her heels yet. Her feet were such things of beauty
that he felt honored to be able to touch every part of them. He moved his
thumbs down and used both of them to rub the heel of her right foot.

He used the exact amount of pressure that he did on the balls of her feet
thinking that she enjoyed the way he worked them. He worked her heel for a bit
but the arch of her foot looked so sexy that he had to move back up there. He
moved his thumbs up and rubbed the arch of her foot some more.

He really hoped he was doing a good job. His cock was harder than ever and he
really wanted to be able to cum when he was done. She definitely seemed like
the type that would not let him if he didn't do a good enough job for her
liking. He didn't like the fact that she seemed to be asleep because it made
it hard for him to know how good of a job he was doing.

He moved his hands over to her left foot and began giving that one more
attention. It was just too sexy to leave alone for too long. He rubbed the
ball of that foot slowly but firmly. He was so fascinated by how sexy her feet
were that he was giving all of his attention to them. A car could have crashed
outside and he wouldn't have noticed. He moved his face in and took another
smell of them.

He was so obsessed with her feet but he knew that she wanted the rest of her
body done too and he wanted to make sure he pleased her. He moved his hands up
to her right calf and started working it. It felt very fit and somewhat
strong. He massaged right on the muscle and that turned him on as well.

He then worked up and massaged around her knee. He moved slower up to her knee
and took a quick peek at her face to see if she was asleep or not. She
definitely looked relaxed but he couldn't tell if she was asleep or not. He
didn't want to look too long and have her not realize how much attention he
was giving her body so he went back to rubbing her knee.

Slowly he moved up his hands and he massaged her thigh. He massaged her one
quad and then the other one making sure to rub out any stress that she had in
there. She looked like a hard working woman so he imagined that she had at
least a fair amount of stress. He rubbed it a bit longer.

He then started to roll the fit woman over on her stomach so he could massage
her butt but he did so very carefully just in case she was sleeping so he
didn't wake her up. He guessed from rolling her over that she probably weighed
about 125 pounds. He started massaging her firm butt and made sure to spend
some extra time in that area - this was absolute paradise.

"Don't stop, toy" she said to him sounding very relaxed as she said so and he
was glad because he had no intention of stopping.

He spent more time on her butt really working it good. It was such a perfect
ass and he had to admit that it was a lot nicer than Claire's was. He could
have rubbed that all day as well but he didn't want to push his luck. He
slowly moved up and massaged her lower back.

He moved up massaging the rest of her back and making sure to get every inch
of it as he progressed. He moved his hands up more and started massaging her
shoulders. His hard cock was hanging right above the middle of her back and he
wished he could just cum right there. The fact that he was so turned on and
she was making him wait was causing him to feel excitement that he never felt
before.

As he kneeled above her, rubbing this beautiful naked woman's body, naked
himself, and getting more and more sexually excited he heard his cell phone
ring. How careless and downright stupid he was to not turn it off. It was a
total mood killer and he was afraid Marisa would be angry at him if the noise
woke her up.

"Answer that, toy" she said sternly and he definitely felt nervous.

"It could be my wife" he said.

"So answer it!" she said.

Naked with his cock hard for this naked woman he was in the room with, Shane
felt like he was at her mercy. He got off of the bed and reached into his
pants pocket to see that it was indeed his wife calling. He felt his hands
start to sweat as he was going to have to take this call with his wife having
no idea that he was naked and tending to another woman.

"Hey hun" he said when he picked it up.

"Hey, what's up!" she said.

He heard her voice and he looked down at Marisa's naked body on the bed - and
for some reason that made him feel hornier than ever. This was so wrong and
even a bit dangerous and that added to his excitement. He listened to Claire
talk about some pointless thing that happened at work to her and he felt his
cock going crazy as he just looked at how sexy Marisa looked lying there.

"Alright well I'll let you get back to work, sweetie," Claire said and it was
so different hearing her talking all sweet to him which was the exact opposite
of what Marisa did. "I love you."

"I love you too" he said and he hung up to gladly tend back to this bossy
woman that was being a bitch to him.

Marisa said nothing about the call. On his knees and turning his cell phone
off before he put it back in his pocket, he looked at the soles of Marisa's
feet looking right at him. He could have just sat there admiring their beauty
but he knew he had more work to do massaging her.

He got back on the bed and started rubbing her shoulders, doing his best to
rub out any kind of stress that she had in them. They felt fit like the rest
of her body and he loved the feeling of rubbing them. He used his thumbs to
rub the back of her neck. His cock was so hard that he felt like he was going
to cum without even touching himself and he figured this would be a good time
to check if he could.

"Where do you want me to go next?" he whispered in her ear, trying to
indirectly see if he could cum.

"Now the front" she said and she rolled over on her back showing off her
wonderful breasts again.

He looked at her wonderful naked body that was in front of him and he looked
forward to starting all over again. He was going to start at her feet again
and he hoped that she didn't mind. He looked at the tops of her feet that were
smooth on the top with that shiny nail polish on them and he couldn't resist.

He rubbed the top of them softly and he was sure to kiss them a few times as
he did. The softness of them touching his lips felt incredible. He wanted to
keep massaging them but he moved up to her lower legs. He used his fingers to
rub up the front of her legs. He rubbed her shins and made sure that his
fingers got her calves.

Her rubbed the front of her sexy thighs but made sure to get the sides of them
as well. He used both of his hands at the same time to do each leg to make
sure that he covered as much surface area of them as possible. His hands were
getting awfully close to her well-shaven pussy but he knew that touching would
be taking it too far.

He moved his hands up to rub her stomach then bent down and made sure to give
her nice tummy a few kisses as well. He massaged her abs then moved out
towards her hips. He then moved his hands up and massaged right under her
breasts. He moved his hands up and massaged her boobs.

As great as they felt he was sure not to be too grabby about rubbing them. He
moved his hands up and massaged her shoulder from the front. Her face looked
so pretty and he even massaged her chin. He moved in and kissed her on the
cheek - she looked so peaceful lying there.

"What do you want me to do next?" he whispered into her ear, really hoping
that she would finally let him cum as his cock was still hard as anything from
rubbing her bare feet and the rest of her beautiful body.

"My breasts needs more," she said. "And when you're done there you missed a
spot."

He had no problem with that. He worked on rubbing her breasts some more,
feeling how firm they felt, and feeling his cock grow more as he did. He went
very slowly and was sure to give them a good massage without hurting them. He
was taking his time and hoping that he was pleasing her.

"You're getting me excited, toy," she said and he had hoped that by that point
she would have shown him more respect than to be calling him that but
apparently she wasn't going to. "I need to use you."

Getting her excited? He was going to give her a massage that felt good and be
able to worship her feet and cum himself. That's what he thought they were
going to be doing, nothing more. But hearing that he was exciting her, excited
him as well. He massaged her breasts more and did it slower to make sure that
he was doing a good job.

He could feel that her nipples were getting hard. He squeezed them just enough
to make it feel good for her. He couldn't resist and he moved his face in to
suck on them a bit. She squirmed at the pleasure of his warm mouth sucking on
them. She put her hand on the back of his head and held it there.

"Mmmm, toy" she said.

He felt the wonderful feeling of her soft hand on the back of his head and he
sucked on her nipples some more. He used his teeth to add to the pleasure but
only a little bit so he made sure that he didn't hurt her. He used his tongue
a bit as well. She grabbed his hand and then moved it between her legs.

"You missed this spot," she said. "But don't stop sucking on my breasts yet."

He started rubbing her pussy then he moved his fingers in and started working
her clit. He sucked on her breasts as he did it. His cock was rock hard still
from her feet and from everything but based on the way things were going it
was starting to seem like she'd cum before he did.

"Mmmm, good toy," she said as he sucked on her breasts some more. "I need to
cum. You need to make me cum. "Can you do it? Can you make me cum?" Regardless
of what his expectation of their meeting was, there was no turning back for
him now. She wanted to cum badly and there was no way he could stop.

"I can make you cum," he said excitedly wanting so badly to please this
mysterious but extremely sexy woman. "I will. Anything for you!" He put a bit
more bite into her nipple to give it a nice sensation and then worked her clit
perfectly.

"Oh, don't stop!" she said and he felt like he was winning over the woman that
had been so bitchy to him which also felt good. "Harder, toy."

He continued to do his work and moved his fingers inside of her feeling how
incredibly wet she was. He then did it harder to the point that it was hurting
his hand but that was OK - he just wanted to please her. He could tell that
she was getting close. He knew he shouldn't do so but he moved down and put
his soft warm lips on her clit. He stuck his tongue inside of her and started
to work it around as he tasted her.

She put her hand on the back of his head again tightly and she held him there.
She was grinding against his face and forcing his tongue to get in deeper - as
deep as he could get inside of her. He could feel how wet she was and she was
moaning with satisfaction - she was getting so close.

He had his tongue back as far as he could and was having trouble breathing
because of it but that was OK - he was only focused on getting her where she
needed to be. He kept moving his tongue all around inside of her, trying to
work it perfectly. He was not going to stop until she told him to. She held
his head even harder and pushed herself against his face harder as he was
sticking his tongue so deep inside of her. He squeezed both of her nipples at
the same time.

"Harder toy!" she said.

As he squeezed her nipples her body tightened, her orgasm took over, and then
her body started to relax again. She pushed on his forehead and he pulled his
head away. He looked up at her looking very satisfied and he was so happy he
was able to make her cum.

"Oh toy, that was so good," she said and even though she was still calling him
'toy' he felt that he had definitely won her over. "Is your cock hard for me?"

"So very hard," he said. "Nothing excites me more than pleasing you."

"Let me see, toy," she said. "Let me see your hard little cock." He stood back
up so he could show it to her. He looked down to see that it still did look
small despite being rock hard and he blushed about that.

"Awe, how cute," she said and she didn't sound very nice when she said it.
"You wanna cum now, don't you toy? You do, don't you? Well you know what, you
can't. I need to take a nap so you have to leave now. Lock the door on your
way out."

He looked at her with disbelief with his cock rock hard for her after he had
just pleased her. He couldn't believe what a bitch she was. He wanted to just
jerk off anyway but he had more self-respect than that. She just started to go
to sleep like he wasn't even there. Embarrassed and angry, he got dressed,
left, and locked the door on his way out like she said so.

He made his way to his car and he had never felt such anger, frustration, and
humiliation before. How horny and stupid was he to get himself in that
situation? He missed half a day of work to go back with some strange woman,
cheat on his wife with her, and get absolutely nothing out of it. She had
totally used him and she wasn't even nice about it.

But another problem that he had, which he especially realized when he sat down
in the driver seat of his car was that he was horny as anything. He needed to
cum badly still and as much as a bitch as the woman once, she had turned him
on like he never had before.

He started driving and he didn't go to work. He went straight home, getting
frustrated with every red light, slow driver, or anything else that slowed him
down. When he got inside and took his pants off, he didn't need any foot
fetish websites to look at. All he needed to think about was Marisa.

He hated to admit it but even after she had just completely taken advantage of
him and treated him like shit, thinking about that was making him hornier than
ever. Those feet of hers were so damn sexy and that whole bitchy attitude of
hers made her even sexier. He blew this load all over the place and it was
good.

And then when he was done and was finally no longer horny he was really
annoyed. Now he had to go back to work after missing a few hours just to
satisfy that bitch. And all he got out of it was jerking off which he could
have done on his own time without her assistance.

"Hey honey," Claire said later that evening when he got home from work. "How
was your day?"

Seeing her was even tougher than he thought it was going to be. What kind of
husband was he where he went to some woman's house, took all of his clothes
off for her, and then rubbed her whole body including her pussy until she
came? It was unfaithful and a pretty embarrassing way to be unfaithful since
he got nothing out of it. He hugged Claire hoping she wouldn't realize his
extreme guilt and embarrassment and luckily it didn't seem like she did. This
was still going to be hard for him to get over, though. He didn't want to ever
see Marisa again.

"OK sweetie, good night" Claire said around 9 p.m.

That was normally the time that she went to bed. The woman went to bed early
every night and she was such a deep sleeper that she could literally sleep
through anything. She would set her alarm for 6 in the morning but normally
get up on her own a bit before that. Once the morning came she would wake up
and be wide awake but from 9 p.m. -5 a.m. she would literally sleep through
anything.

He normally went to bed after 11 and would just sit around not doing a whole
lot between the time that she went to bed and he went to bed. It was close to
10:30 p.m. and he was flipping through the TV channels seeing that there was
nothing on, after spending over an hour just messing around on the internet.

Why did Claire have to go to bed so early? By the time he got home from work
and they had dinner she was normally close to getting ready for bed and he
always found that fairly annoying about her. It would have been nice for them
to have some time together at night.

He heard a knock at the door and it scared him. They lived in a ranch so
everything was on the same floor but the TV didn't wake Claire up and neither
did the knock at the door. He was glad it didn't wake her up because he wanted
her to be able to sleep peacefully but he did worry about who would be
knocking this late. He looked out the peephole of the front door and saw
Marisa standing there.

He thought about how sweet Claire looked in bed when he kissed her goodnight
and he was sure she looked just as sweet sleeping in bed now. Marisa didn't
look quite as bitchy as he looked at her through the peephole but she looked
serious and sure of herself - very different from Claire.

It started to sink in that somehow Marisa had found his place of residence and
he could feel the panic? How did she find out where he lived? He grinded his
teeth with panic just thinking how she could have done it. Then he remembered
that she grabbed his driver's license at one point when they were at the bar -
that sneaky bitch!

He had no idea what to do. She didn't look like she knew he was on the other
side of the door. He thought about quietly just walking back to the couch and
waiting for her to leave. She couldn't just stand out there all night. But
what if she knocked on the door a few more times? Plus he had to know why she
showed up so he could prevent it from happening again - he hoped he could. He
walked outside and closed the door behind him very quietly.

"Hi" she said with a friendly smile and she certainly didn't look like the
same woman that had completely degraded him earlier that day with that smile
on her face.

"Hey," he said and he couldn't be rude when she was smiling at him like that.
"What are you doing here?"

"I remembered your address from when I looked at your license before," she
said and even though he appreciated her candor, it made him angry with himself
for letting that happen now that he was sure that was what did happen. "Sorry
I didn't call first but I never got your phone number. I felt bad about not
letting you cum earlier so I was going to let you rub my feet again and then
let you cum."

He looked down at her feet in the shoes that she was wearing where he could
see the smooth tops of them and her painted toenails. He had told himself just
a couple of hours earlier that he didn't want to deal with her ever again and
now she shows up and she was sucking him in.

"My wife's inside, that's the only thing" he said although deep down inside he
hoped that she'd convince him that wasn't a big deal for some reason.

"Oh gosh, that's right," she said and she looked embarrassed but still
confident in herself. "I completely forgot you were married. Must have gotten
caught up in our fun earlier. I don't want to bother you if your wife is in
there."

She looked like she was about to walk away and now that this was being taken
away from him he wanted it more. He had guys over being loud and watching
Monday Night Football before and Claire slept right through it. He thought
about being naked in his living room and massaging Marisa's extremely sexy
feet with Claire sleeping just down the hall since they lived in a ranch - the
thought of that was so fucking hot.

"Hey," he said still somewhat quietly and she stopped. "My wife is asleep. And
when she sleeps, she really sleeps deep. Nothing, I mean nothing, wakes her
up. You can come in the living room for a bit if you'd like. But if you feel
uncomfortable with it I understand."

"I don't feel comfortable coming in," she said. "Wouldn't be my problem. I
just don't want trouble for you. I actually like the thought of playing with
my toy with his wife in the other room. Getting all turned on by me when she's
home because you're a freak. Your cock getting hard and you hoping that she
doesn't wake up. Wishing you can start jerking it but knowing you can't until
I say so.

"You have to wait because you're a pathetic freak that has to masturbate for
your pleasure. Obviously she's not putting out for you if you're going to do
this. And let me tell you something - all women are horny. If she's not
putting out for you it because she knows you're a pathetic freak too."

"It won't be trouble for me," he said and even though he wasn't positive that
was true, there was something about this bitchy woman that turned him on so
much that he was willing to take the risk. "And you are just so damn hot."

"I like the thought of your cock being hard for me when she's right in the
other room," Marisa said. "And you'll love it too because you're pathetic like
that. I need to go to my car for a couple of minutes. I want you to have your
little hard-on for me while your wife is sleeping and for her to have no idea
about it."

"Yes ma'am" he said.

"Ma'am, don't call me ma'am," she said. "I don't like that. I want you to
refer to as your Goddess."

"Yes, my Goddess" he said.

"And you better not jerk off before I get back either," she said. "You need to
wait. I want you so extremely horny and pushed to the edge - all because you
want me."

"OK, my Goddess" he said and he couldn't believe he was seriously calling her
that but it felt right.

"Good boy," she said. "You keep being a good boy and maybe I'll let you jerk
off in front of me."

"I'll do my best to make you happy, my Goddess" he said.

"I love playing with my toy" she said with an evil looking smile that turned
him on even more.

"I'm here for your entertainment" he said feeling so submissive to her.

"You better be," she said and the smile on her face turned into a serious
look. "And only mine! Unless you want to find yourself someone else." He had
someone else. Just no one that turned him on to this level.

"Yes, my Goddess," he said. "Only your entertainment."

"Smart little freak," she said. "I'll be back in a while."

She walked away and as she watched the sexy woman do so he felt like he was
going to cum in his pants without any contact with his dick. He was becoming
addicted to her knowing that he was about to do something very wrong but not
being able to resist anyway.

He went back inside and drowned out any thoughts other than excited ones of
what she had in store for him when she got back. About fifteen minutes later
he thought that she may have left but then he heard a knock at the door. He
let her in and she walked inside carrying a bag.

"Look at you," she said as he closed the door behind her. "You just couldn't
wait for me to get back, could you? Your cock is probably super hard, isn't
it? Are you hard now?"

"Yeah, and getting even harder now that you're in here" he said getting very
excited by the whole situation.

"Of course you are because you're pathetic," she said. "Does your wife now how
pathetic you are?"

"Well she's known me for a long time" he said, unsure of how to respond to her
question.

"Heh-heh-heh," she chuckled. "And she still stays married to you? You're a
lucky little freak I guess."

"Yes I am" he said.

"You're hard for me now, aren't you bitch?" she said and he wasn't going to
disrespect her and bring up that he already made that clear. He wasn't in any
position to make her angry now that he had let her inside. There was still a
part of him that couldn't believe he did that.

"Yes" he said.

"Come here," she said as she walked towards the living room couch and he
followed her. "Lie down on your stomach."

He did as he was told and before he realized what she was doing she reached
into her bag, pulled out a pair of handcuffs, and handcuffed his hands behind
his back. He whined and was going to object but now he was really worried
about making too much noise and waking Claire up. Marisa then walked around,
kneeled in front of his face, and put a ball-gag in his mouth - things just
got real.

"Look at you," Marisa said with a smile as he lay on his stomach with unable
to talk to use his arms. "I can tell you're all afraid that your wife is going
to come out and see this."

She rolled him over on his back, undid his pants, and pulled out his extremely
hard cock, looking at it with a smirk that reminded him how small she thought
it was. She sat on the couch, kicked off her shoes, and exposed her extremely
sexy feet to him. She started rubbing her bare feet on his cock and it was
making him as horny as anything.

"You want to cum quickly in case your wife comes out so I'll get out of here,
don't you?" she said as she slowly rubbed his cock with her feet some more.
"Tough, you can't. You don't get to cum. You're my toy and you're pathetic.
I'm just gonna play with you and laugh at how pathetic you really are."

He felt his cock getting harder as she rubbed it with her feet and he breathed
heavily through his nose. He could easily cum right then but he was in a
position where he didn't want to do anything that would make her angry with
him.

"I can tell it's so hard for you not to cum," she said and his body language
must have made that obvious. "But you better not. I want to see the pathetic
look in your eyes - begging me. You are in such pleasurable sexual torture.
But you can't even beg me to let you cum with that gag in your mouth."

He had never been so sexually charged like this where cumming was not an
option and the whole situation made his eyes start to water up. She looked
right into those eyes of his and just laughed.

"Never met anyone like me that just treats you like the bitch you are and
shows you no pity, have you?" she said to him. "You're not worth my pity.
You're a perverted little freak being all turned on by me with your wife in
the next room."

His eyes watered up more and he was about to cry. The verbal abuse that she
was putting him through was too much for him to handle and he had enough. She
saw immediately that he was about to cry and continued to show no pity.
Instead, she got a threatening look on her face, kneeled down by his face
again, grabbed his chin tightly, and looked him in the eyes.

"You better not cry you worthless piece of shit," she said. "Don't do it. You
should be happy I'm even giving you my attention. Your wife obviously doesn't
want to bother with you."

He tried his best not to cry but he was difficult and the fact that he could
only breathe through his nose didn't make it any easier. She moved so she was
directly behind him. She put his hand over his mouth and then also over his
nose so he could barely breathe at all.

"Control yourself or I'm going to leave and not untie you," she said. "I'll
leave you like this for your wife to see so she can see how pathetic her
freaky little husband really is. Sitting there bound and gagged with your cock
still throbbing waiting for you to stroke it - because no one else will touch
it."

He whined more.

"Stop!" she said. "Do you want me to call her out here?" He quickly quieted
down. "Good boy."

She moved back around to the side of him, pulled the gag out of his mouth,
kissed him hard, and then bit his lower lip. It hurt but he liked it. He got
in a quick breath before she put the gag back in his mouth. He looked up at
her, still hard as anything, afraid to make the wrong move.

"What do you want, loser?" she said. "Do you want me or your wife?"

He looked her in the eyes saying nothing but it was obvious how much he wanted
her right then. She moved his pants and boxers down so his hard cock was
standing straight up. She sat back on the couch and rested the heels of her
perfectly pedicured feet between his upper thighs and hard cock and she
started to play with him.

He knew he shouldn't be doing it and he knew that even though Claire was a
deep sleeper that there was still the possibility that she could come out at
any moment. But it felt so good to him because he didn't usually get that kind
of attention. He knew he should stop but he couldn't. He watched her looking
down at him looking so amused.

"Maybe you should go in your bedroom and lay down next to your wife," Marisa
said. "Your cock all hard and starting to drip because you know I'm making you
be close to her when you're all hot and bothered for me. Will you do that?"

He nodded.

"I won't be happy with you if you try and have sex with her" Marisa said.

He nodded to show that he was in agreement. She bent down, took the ball-gag
out of his mouth, and took the handcuffs off of him. He got up looking at
Marisa and knew she would be there when he got back. He walked into this
bedroom quietly and lay down next to Claire.

He cuddled up with his wife and she moved a little bit making a sweet sound
like she enjoyed his comfort while he was horny as anything for some strange
woman that was sitting on their living room couch. His cock was so hard for
Marisa. He thought about how that was his break before he went out to let
Marisa play with him some more.

He thought about Marisa sitting out in the living room with her sexy feet on
the table waiting for him to be done so she could pick on him some more.
Claire was clearly sound asleep so he got up and went back out in the living
room with Marisa who was waiting there with her sexy feet on the coffee table
just like he had imagined. She had also stripped down to her bra and panties.

"Did you want to have sex with her or did you want to come back out here and
be with me?" Marisa said quietly.

"I craved your abuse" he said.

"Yeah," she said. "Because you're a freak. Get back down on your back."

She rubbed his cock with her feet some more and laughed. It was so hard and
got harder from the feeling of her feet on it.

"Do you like that, freak?" she said.

"Yes, my Goddess," he said. "Oh yes."

"Do you want to cum, you horny little freak?" she said. "Will my feet on your
cock make you cum?"

"Yes," he said and she was turning him on so much it was making him feel
crazy. "I want you so bad."

"You don't get to yet" she said and she rubbed her feet on his cock more
making it harder. "You didn't jerk off when you were in with your wife, did
you toy?"

"No, my Goddess" he said.

She got down on all fours over the top of him and leaned down really close to
his face. His cock was sticking straight up between her legs and he felt the
head touch her panties. She leaned in and put her lips to his ear.

"Why should I let you cum, you little freak?" she said. She moved her hips
pushing down on his cock as it was touching her panties.

"Because I'm so pathetic and it would be cruel not to, my Goddess" he said.

"You're right," she said. "You're pretty pathetic. But maybe I'm just cruel to
horny little freaky losers like you. I know if I don't let you cum before I
leave you'll just run into the bathroom and jerk off all over the place. Won't
you, you little freak? You'll cum one way or another. Why should I let you cum
while I'm still here?"

"I would never cum without your permission" he said.

"OK freak," she said, still on all fours on top of him. "Show me what you can
do."

She pulled him up on the couch at sat herself on his lap with his hard
throbbing cock pressed between the two of them. She turned around and pushed
her breasts right into his face. He started to lean into her and smelled how
great she smelled with the perfume she had on. He put his hands on her hips
and pulled him into her harder, pressing his face into her and smelling her.

"No, no freak," she said. "You can cum but you don't get to touch me when you
do."

She got off of him and sat next to him on the couch smiling.

"What?" she said. "You didn't really think you were going to get to have sex
with me, did you, you little piece of shit? Ha-ha. The thought of that makes
me laugh. Go ahead loser and take your cock into your hand. Start stroking if
you want to cum for me."

He started stroking his cock just like she ordered and he could not take his
eyes off her feet as he did. They looked so fresh and smooth and he just
wanted them rubbing all over his face. It was the first time ever he was
stroking his cock with a sexy pair of feet right in front of him like that and
he loved it.

"You love my feet, don't you loser?" she said as she looked at him staring at
them and she put her foot on the head of his cock and started stroking it.
"You're so close to cumming, aren't you freak?"

"Yes, my Goddess" he said.

"Not yet, freak," she said when all he wanted to do was cum all over the
place. "I want you to keep stroking. Get yourself so close. But don't cum
until I tell you that you can."

"I'm so close," he said as he breathed heavily. "It's so hard to hold back and
I'm afraid I will before you give me permission."

"You better not, you pathetic piece of shit," she said. "I didn't spend all of
this time with you for you to just cum when you want to. Tell me how good my
feet feel to you."

"They feel so smooth and wonderful" he said.

She lifted them up to his face and pushed them against his cheeks and mouth.
He felt quite embarrassed in the position but it felt so wonderful having her
feet in his face that he didn't care. He inhaled the wonderful odor of her
feet then looked in her eyes looking at her look so powerful and amused. She
looked down her sexy legs at her feet in his face and looked at the pathetic
look in his eyes.

"Stroke it, you pathetic loser," she said. "Slide your hand up and down that
hard shaft. Smell my feet. Lick them. You want to cum now, don't you?"

He licked her feet and she giggled and the bitter look on his face.

"Yes, I want to cum" he said.

"Beg for it loser," she said. "You perverted little freak."

"Please, my Goddess," he said. "Please, I know I'm not worthy but my cock is
about to explode!"

"OK freak," she said. "Take my foot in your mouth and suck it while you cum.
Stroke that little throbbing cock. Get yourself off you horny little piece of
shit. You better hurry now before I call your wife out here to see your
worthless ass."

Would she actually do that? With this bitch nothing would surprise him. His
only option at that point was to cum fast, though. He tasted her foot in his
mouth and felt her toes rubbing against the roof of his mouth. He felt her
push her foot back in his throat. He looked at her sitting there looking so
confident about what she was doing.

He felt like such a loser for what he was doing and for letting him talk to
him the way she did without doing anything about it. He was getting completely
dominated by her with his wife right in the bedroom down the hall. He stroked
his cock hard and then he came everywhere.

"Did that feel good, loser?" she said with a laugh. It did feel good. It felt
great. It was the best orgasm he ever had by far.

"Incredible, my Goddess" he said.

But as he quickly started getting less horny now that he finally had released
he felt like he was in a bad dream. What had he done? He just let a strange
woman in his home and she got him off with Claire home. Marisa thought he was
a complete piece of shit so he had a feeling this wasn't over - and that she
was going to do something very bad. She started to get up and he did too.

"Stay down, you worthless piece of shit" she said.

He was done for. She was going to walk into the bedroom and bring Claire out
to see everything - he had no doubt in his mind about that from the look in
her eyes. She picked up the handcuffs and ball-gag and put them back in the
bag. She looked down at him with an evil smile and he felt the next awful step
coming.

But then he looked closer at her smile? Was it really evil? On closer
observation it looked like more of a satisfied smile. And not satisfied that
she had verbally abused him to the point where he was almost in tears -
satisfied that she had given him something he had been craving for a long
time.

"Later" she said.

"That was amazing!" he said to her. But she was already on her way to the
door. He watched her walk out and close the door behind her.

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