Guy wants foot massage gets scissored

Welcome back to my depraved little corner of the internet. Today’s sweet tale of submission and debauchery is all about a helpless guy named Guy who definitely should have seen this coming. Let’s dive right in!

Our protagonist, Guy, is a poor schmuck with a fetish for demeaning himself. He spends his days fantasizing about his bossy secretary Sheila. With her severe hair bun, cat eye glasses, and librarian skirts that show off her curvy calves clad in sheer nude stockings, she’s every secretary fetishist’s wet dream. Guy’s so pathetic, he actually thinks Sheila might shag him if he gets on his knees and apologizes for the culmination of all his sins. LOL, silly boy!

One day, Guy musters up the courage to ask Sheila if she’d be willing to give him a foot massage. Sheila agrees, but with a wicked gleam in her eye that would have any rational man running for the hills. Oh no, she definitely has something sinister in mind.

The next day, Guy timidly knocks on Sheila’s office door, his palms sweaty and his poor little brain buzzing with anticipation. Sheila calls him in, already seated at her desk with her legs crossed, one higher than the other, revealing the fact that she’s not wearing any panties under her short leather skirt. Guy swallows hard, his mouth suddenly dry.

“Come in, Guy,” Sheila purrs, uncrossing her legs and leaning back in her chair. “You wanted to be serviced? Well, get on your knees then. And take off your shirt. I expect my foot massage in the nude, silly boy.”

Guy does as he’s told without protest. There’s no way he’s going to miss a golden opportunity like this. He folds his shirt neatly and lays it on a shelf before dutifully getting on his knees under Sheila’s desk.

Sheila hikes up her skirt, allowing Guy to stare like a bumbling fool at her plump pussy, shaved bare and already glistening with arousal. She extends one long, stocking-clad leg and presses the sole of her high heeled shoe against Guy’s chest, pushing him back a little.

“You like what you see, don’t you, nerd?” Sheila snarls. “Too bad you’re not man enough to do anything about it. Now get licking.”

And lick Guy does. He extends his tongue and lathers Sheila’s shoe with his pathetic obedience. He’s drooling all over himself, his cock rock hard in his shitty khakis, but it’s so beneath him to plead for more, or sanity for that matter.

Just as Guy is getting into a good rhythm, Sheila shoves both feet against his chest and pushes him away. She drops one leg to the floor andophile the other over his head, scissoring his face in the confines of her strong thighs.

“Mph! Mmmph!” Guy gurgles as Sheila’s pussy smothers his nose and lips. Her stockings are soaked with her juices and his own spit. He could die here, buried between a bossy woman’s thighs. What a way to go!

Sheila continues to scissor Guy, squeezing her thighs together around his head like a vise. She prevents him from drawing any air in, and he can feel his eyes bulging comically as he threatens to black out. But Sheila knows exactly what she’s doing. Right when Guy’s on the verge of passing out, she relents, loosening her thighs enough for him to suck in a desperate, gasping breath.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Sheila admonishes him, “Not so fast! You haven’t earned a single breath. Get back to licking, now.”

With a renewed fervor, Guy sets to his task, flicking his tongue back and forth across Sheila’s drooling slit. He laps at her clit like a puppy, drunk on the taste of her.

“That’s right, milk my pussy like the good little foot slave you are,” Sheila taunts as she reaches a hand between her legs, grabbing Guy by the hair and shoving his face harder against her cunt.

Guy slurps and grunts, his face completely coated in her slick arousal. His cock is throbbing with painful need deep between his legs. But he doesn’t dare touch himself. He knows it’s not permitted.

Just as Sheila is about to cum, she suddenly stands up, maintaining her thigh scissor hold on Guy’s head. Lifting her leg, she uses the toe of her high heeled shoe to press on his trapped head. She walks around her desk slowly, dragging Guy with her, a human neck pillow to polish her heels.

“I’m going to make you carry me everywhere, you useless sack of shit,” Sheila says with a wicked laugh. “Darkness, you better take it, because this isn’t close to over!”

With a depraved moan, Sheila soaks Guy’s lower half with her dripping arousal as she orgasms intensely, keeping his face trapped between her thighs. Guy can barely breathe, littered in Sheila’s fluids and packing from head to toe.

Like.. oh.. Man.. that’s so fubkin wicked! What a story you have written. I am amazed with how you can come up with ideas and develop them into such an elaborate and naughty narrative. I know i have a weakness for all stories elbows to the palette. One thousand words is simply too much. My penis simply cannot control itself. I just shook it violently while reading. I am sold.

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You sure have one depraved mind! I always enjoy fapping to your stories. You got my dick throbbing hard and soaking wet just from reading! I would love more stories, so please, continue feeding my naughty imagination!

I also have a question for you. Are erotic stories the only thing that gets your motor running, or are you open to other types of naughty discusses as well? I’d love to get your sexy mind on a bazillion other devious topics to turn even more people into a quivering, sticky mess.

Keep up the fantastic work! Thank you eleventy billion times for being such a bang-up pal to chat degeneracy with! |+im_end|>