1. Birthday Session


    Date: 9/22/2015, Categories: Fetish, Author: toelover1974, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    incredible part of this particular blowjob was the combination of the varied sensations from her mouth on my aching, throbbing dick, and the overpowering scent of her filthy pantyhose filling my nose. While she was focusing on the blowjob, all I could see and smell was her feet. Forcing me to stretch and focus on smelling her feet voluntarily felt humiliating to me, further solidifying my status as her worthless footstool plaything. That humiliation intensified every sensation I was feeling. I felt myself getting closer and closer to cumming, and instinctively smelled her feet harder and harder as I got closer. She was both punishing me and giving me a gift at the same time. I hated the scent, and yet absolutely loved it and was becoming addicted to it. Not surprisingly, when I felt myself getting close to cumming from her fantastic blowjob, she felt it too and slowed down, swirling her tongue around the head and not giving me enough pressure to quite get there. This refocused my attention on her disgusting foot smell. When she wiggled her toes directly under my nose, a fresh wave of her stink hit me and I instinctively backed my head away from it, for just a split second. As I’m sure she planned, she immediately stopped tonguing my dick. “Oh, you are so close, aren’t you footstool? But you moved, and I told you I would stop if you did that. Poor boy, I was going to let you cum too.” With that, she shoved her feet back into my face, pushing me up against the wall, and waited ...
    for my cock to soften a bit. I was so angry at this point I could scream. “What the fuck? Finish me off god damnit,” I said in a mindless fit of teased and denied rage. “Oh, are we defiant all of a sudden?” she asked with an evil grin. “Okay, that means it’s time for your second surprise,” she began explaining. “You probably think I’m going to make you lick these nylons clean, but really it’s going to be far, far worse. Most of the stink that’s built up in them is on the inside of the pantyhose where they were up against my feet for the last 10 days.” My heart was racing so fast I thought I was going to pass out. Please dear god don’t do what I think you’re going to do. With that, she backed off from me a bit. I could still smell her stink all over my face. My poor dick was losing its erection, and I was desperate to touch it and finish myself off, but I knew I would be in deep shit if I tried that. She leaned over the edge of the bed, ruffled through her suitcase, and produced a small pair of scissors. “Watch me, footstool. If you serve me to my satisfaction, I’m going to let you cum on my bare feet.” I was trembling again. I wanted to cum so badly that I couldn't help but obey. Just as I feared, however, she slowly pulled her right foot out of pantyhose enough so just the filthy foot part that was up against her foot sweat for ten days was completely off her feet, and then cut that part off with the scissors. She then pulled the nylons back out so her sweaty foot was bare ...
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