Teen Tormentress: Chapter 4

By: SoleMann

After dropping this bomb on me about what she found out in Beth’s journals about my fetish, and how she now wants to try and test my fetish limits, she wonders what I think? I don’t know what to think. The teenage daughter of my ex-girlfriend, who I haven’t seen in years, suddenly drops back into my life. Then tells me she read her mother’s secret journals that describe all the sordid details of our fetish relationship. And to top it off, even though she has no interest in me as a partner, she still wants to indulge in my foot fetish. But of course there is a twist, she seems to only want to do this as some twisted experiment to see how much I physically can take before I no longer want to be at her feet. My mind was just whirling around with all this unbelievable information, and I had no idea what to say to her.

“It looks like all of this might be just a little overwhelming for you,” Amber said while still waving her left foot at me from atop the TV tray. “So I’ll make this simple for you. My left foot here feels a little left out since you only gave attention to the right one earlier. How about you come over here and give it the same treatment the right one got. You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

I just nodded my head as she seductively waved her left foot at me with a pouty look on her face.

“Ok, but here’s the deal. While you’re worshiping my left foot that’s on the tray, my right foot under the tray will be randomly kicking you in the balls. No need to answer. If you’re alright with that, just come over here and kneel down in front of me.”

I remembered her mom and I had played a little with ballbusting. It all started innocently enough, when in the thralls of me going down on her orally, her leg jerked and she caught me in the nuts. My resulting twinge and gasping into her crotch seemed to elicit extra pleasure for her, and she continued to randomly kick my balls until she exploded in ecstasy all over my face. That started the ball rolling for what led to many different ballbusting foreplays.

Even though Amber had outright said nothing sexually was ever going to happen, I so badly craved to have my mouth on her feet again. I figured she couldn’t put too much into her swing from her seated position, so in the blink of an eye I was once again on my knees at her feet.

“Once again, you’ve made the right choice,” she grinned. “Now spread your legs so you have one on each side of the tray. Not only will this bring your face level with my foot, but gives me better access to your boys. You can begin whenever you’re ready”

I took a deep breath and placed my tongue on the heel of her cute little left foot. I was so excited. It was like small jolts of electricity were running throughout my body. Sure this wasn’t the first time my tongue was on her feet, but without the dread of being caught in public, I was able to really enjoy the sensation. I then gradually slid my tongue up her long high arch, savoring the strong flavor due to her feet sweating from the walk she took earlier. I could feel my member start to swell as I felt the groove between the ball of her foot and her toes, then gradually off her foot.

As soon as my tongue left her supple big toe, “WHAM!” her right foot contacted with my balls. I winched for a second, took a deep breath, and started back down at her heel. Again, once I reached the top of her toes, “Wham, Wham!” Leaving her middle toe incited three kicks from her, and the next four. As my tongue slid pasted her little toe, I prepared for the inevitable five kicks, but nothing. I then started back down at her heel, and when my tongue hit her arch, “WHAM!” But this time she held it there as if trying to lift me by my crotch with her foot, until my tongue reached the ball of her foot. At this point she relented, and I let out a sigh of relief.

“Just thought I’d change things up a little bit.” She smiled devilishly. “And I really enjoy the sensation of your warm breath on my toes.”

At first I thought I could time and prepare myself for her kicks, but I never knew when, how many, or how long her foot would make contact with my sack. Although due to the baggy jean shorts I had on not every shot made direct contact. As my tongue ran along the sides of her foot, I could detect a slight hint of dirt, no doubt from her walking the dusty trails in her sandals at the park. I thought back to when she told me that she had purposely done this just to get her feet extra sweaty, and the callousness of such an act really peaked my arousal. Now despite her assault on my boys, I still managed to keep a decent semi.

“That’s enough for now.”

She tilted her left foot away from my face. I was then startled as she now placed her right foot on my shaft.

“Hmm… looks like I haven’t been too harsh with you. You’ve still managed to sport a decent chubby.” As she slid it between her fist and second toe, she delicately slid her shapely foot up and down my shaft.

“Now that I think about it, we were interrupted earlier, and you never really finished cleaning my right foot off properly.” She then started tracing my lips with the big toe of her lovely left foot, while pinching the head of my cock between the toes of her cruel right foot. “Have you had enough, or would you like to continue our little game?”

I was a man on the edge, I hadn’t had any foot action in years, so in my over-aroused state I practically hyperventilated out “MMMooorre!”

“Great!” She smiled. “But you need to do something first. Based on this…” she twisted the ball of her foot roughly on my hard-on, “…these baggy jean shorts are either getting in the way or giving you too much protection. So I want you to go into your bedroom, and quickly change into a pair off those thin cotton shorts you wear to bed.”

As I mindlessly trotted off, she called out to me. “And make sure they are snug pair!”