House Slut - S01 E26

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House Slut - S01 E26

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 26

“Ah’m gonnae fuck yer feet.” Angus drawled as he walked into her room.

“You what now?” Tegan asked incredulously, laying on her bed flicking through a magazine in the nude, as had become the custom.

“Fuck yer feet, ah said.”

“I’m not going to say no, but why?”

“Because ah haven’t fucked a girl’s feet before, and ye’ll let me do it.” Angus shrugged. “Could be a laugh. If ah don’t like it ah’ll fuck yeh somewhere else.”

“You’re kinda making it sound like you’re getting bored with me.” Tegan pouted, playfully on the outside but secretly self-conscious about her body.

“Ach, don’ be like that. I like yer holes plenty fine. As lovely ever. The tightest arsehole ah’ve ever had the pleasure of. Pussy like a sweet peach. Ok?”

“Alright.” Tegan tossed her magazine aside. “So how do we do this?”

“Shuffle down here a bit and put the soles of your feet together.” Angus instructed as he took off his belt and let his pants fall to the floor, then he held her toes as she complied and wrapped his belt around her ankles to bind them together, pulling the belt tight and tying it off. When he was done her soles were pressed together at roughly his crotch height and she was bent at the knees so her thighs were spread, leaving her feeling exposed. She was otherwise forced to lie prone, her arms flat by her side for balance. She caught him slyly inspecting the plug in her ass while her feet were up. He’d caught her twice without it already since the first warning and had received five then ten spankings for it. Two more mistakes would draw fifteen then twenty, and he’d promised her an upgrade to a larger size which was equal parts frightening and exciting – probably partially why she kept ‘forgetting’ to keep it in.

“A’right.” Angus grinned as he dropped his boxer shorts to expose his semi-hard cock, swelling as he picked up the tube of lube he’d left in her room for convenience and applied some to himself – stroking himself a little to a more complete hardon – then begin smearing it on the arches of her feet, making her squirm and giggle.

“That tickles.”

“Does it?” he asked in mock surprised and deliberately tickled her feet, making her squirm more, bucking her hips as she tried to escape.

“Oh my god, hurry up and do it!”

“How about ah’ll make yeh a bet.”

“What bet?”

“At this angle there’s a pretty good distance from yer feet tae yer face, wouldn’t yeh say?”

“About a metre?” Tegan arched one eyebrow at him as she assessed the range.

“Aye. Yeh think I can cum that far?”

Tegan eyed him suspiciously. “Maybe?”

“Aye, maybe.”

“You’re going to try and cum on my face while fucking my feet?”

“Aye.”

“What’s the bet?”

“If ah get yer face, ah get a favour. Something special, you have to do whatever ah want for one night.”

“Just to be clear: you already get to fuck me as many times as you want, in all my holes. You literally made me eat my dinner after jizzing all over it. And whatever you have in mind is so much more extreme than that, that you want me to permit it based on the outcome of a wager that – again, just to be clear – is based on whether or not you successfully cum on my face while having sex with my feet. More special than any of that.” Tegan ended her tirade, bemused.

“Aye.” Angus grinned while slowly inserting his stiffening member between her feet.

“Why would I make this bet, considering I have no idea what you have in mind?”

“Ok, fair observations. Ah can think of three reasons.” Angus paused and Tegan motioned for him to proceed. “One, if you don’t, ah’ll tickle you even more.”

“That’s playing dirty.”

“Two, part of yeh is really curious about what ah’ll make you do.” He paused again, waiting for Tegan’s response. When Tegan did not deny this assertion, he continued. “And three, I might lose the bet.”

“What does that mean?”

“Fair’s fair, you get to make me do whatever you want. For one night.”

“Really?” Tegan’s mind reeled at the possibilities. She could make him go down on her for an hour straight and not reciprocate. She could tie him up and tease him and not let him come. She could make him do her housework! She assumed he already had something in mind for if he won, but she’d cross that bridge when she came to it.

“Deal?” Angus prompted.

“Deal.” Tegan affirmed.

Without further ado Angus began to slide his mostly-hard cock between the arches of her feet, making her squirm and giggle again as she got used to the feeling of his lubed up rod moving between her slippery soles. Once the initial sensations wore off she was able to repress the need to giggle and instead simply watched as Angus’ purple head swelled to full hardness, repeatedly surging and retreating between her pale feet, his face a look of intense concentration as he gripped her feet to keep them at optimum angle to massage his throbbing member. It was hard to fathom why he’d even want this when her moist pussy was right there for the taking but why did anyone do anything? Using her free hands she began to idly caress her breasts and nipples, tweaking them to hardness, giving Angus a show as he defiled her feet. She ran the backs of her nails down her torso and cradled her sensitive lower lips, biting her lip as she found her clit and began to massage the little button. From all the recent sex she was seemingly in a constant state of arousal especially since the guys seemed to be less concerned about her orgasm than they had been at the start. Sometimes she’d come, other times she didn’t. It had been awhile since she had and she took the opportunity to amuse herself while Angus used her feet to wank himself off. She relaxed with a sigh as she stroked herself, happy to take her time.

“What’s the kinkiest thing yeh ever did?” Angus queried as he trusted away, apparently wanting to make some conversation, maybe to help the process along.

“Mm, you mean aside from letting a Scotsman fuck my feet?” Tegan smirked. “I’ve had nearly as much sex in the last few weeks than the rest of my life, you know that.”

Angus grunted an acknowledgement. “Aside from that?”

Tegan considered it. “Well with my last boyfriend…” she began.

“Aye?”

“We were driving back from a party. He was designated driver, and I was drunk. Hammered. And horny as hell. So while we were driving I started feeling him up. Grabbing his dick in his pants, all that” She paused for a moment as she slid a finger inside herself to gather some moisture before returning to playing with her clit as she reminisced her way through the story.

“While he was still driving I pulled his cock out and started jerking him off. He reached over with one hand and started feeling up my tits, pulled up my shirt and all. It was around 3 in the morning and we had a nice quiet stretch of highway so we weren’t too worried about being seen, or having an accident.” Tegan moaned and bit her lip again. Her residual horniness and the memory of the story were definitely going to tip her over the edge soon and she began to talk faster, breathlessly to get to the end.

“Eventually he grabbed my head and pulled it down into his lap, made me give him road head… well he didn’t make me. But I blew him. When he came he grabbed my hair and pulled me off him, and it was like a volcano erupted in my face – my first facial, first road head, first public sex, all in one night.”

Angus grunt-laughed as he continued fucking her feet, his breathing hinted to Tegan he was going to get close. “That’s impressive.”

“There’s more.”

“Well don’t keep me waiting lass.”

“When I finally sat up again I noticed the car stopped. We were sitting at a petrol station. He’d pulled over and parked before he finished. The entire car was lit up by the station lights, but there was no one around except the attendant. He handed me some cash and told me he needed a smoke after that, to go in and get some. I looked for a tissue to wipe down my face and he said ‘No, go like that’.”

“Did yeh?”

“Mmhmm. I got out of the car, walked in all tipsy and stumbling, with cum all over my face. I remember thinking I could never come to this place again, in case I got recognized, but I did it. The attendant could barely look at me, I think he was more embarrassed than I was. I bought the smokes, and walked back out… only another car had pulled up and the driver gave me a cheerful wolf whistle. See I was really drunk and it was a warm night so there was something I didn’t notice…” Tegan moaned as her sentence trailed off, rubbing her clit in small tight circles as Angus’ thrusting became more urgent. Even through the soles of her feet she could feel him beginning to flex and twitch.

“What’s that?”

“We never pulled my shirt back down. My fucking tits were still out.”