Tuesday, July 21, 2015



By kinkystory@yahoo.com

My name is Arnold. I am a 27-year old male who just can't seem to catch a break. I recently moved back in with my parents and sister, because I've been a failure in every aspect of my life, and cannot succeed on my own. My reappearance in the household has not been well received by my 21-year old sister-she and her friends have always treated me with total contempt and disrespect.
As usual, this particular day began inauspiciously. I had approached a beautiful 23-year old girl (whom I had seen around town), and asked her out, but she very rudely turned me down, so I spent the evening by myself. Later on, I returned home to find that my sister was hosting another slumber party. So to avoid being picked on by everyone there, I decided to go to my room, where I eventually fell asleep. However, in the middle of the night, I was awakened by a vicious SLAP to my face. I looked up, and saw none other than the face of the girl who had turned me down! Her name is Bridget, and she is so incredibly beautiful, that my cock inflated immediately. She has long jet-black hair, tanned white skin, huge tits, a small waist, a gorgeous ass, long shapely legs, tall stature (she is probably over 6 feet tall), and an unbelievably sexy Scottish accent (she was born in Scotland, and her family moved here to the United States when she was a child). Anyway, whenever I see her around town, and hear her speaking to someone, I just drool uncontrollably.
"Wake up, asshole!" she screamed. The sound of laughter caused me to look around. Upon doing so, I quickly discovered that two additional girls were in my room, as well. They were standing on either side of me, smiling wickedly. "I hope I didn't ruin your night by rejecting you," said Bridget "so I've decided to give you another chance. Of course, it's not like you have a choice in the matter." I tried to sit up, but my wrists were tied to the bedposts, along with my ankles. All I could move was my head. "So you want to go on a date with me?" she asked. "First, you'll have to impress me. And in order for you to do that, you'll have to go through a ton of humiliation. I don't date just anybody, you know." With that, she sat on my stomach and set her feet on either side of my head, holding it still. Then, she used my face to pry off both of her filthy sneakers.
"What are you doing?" I demanded. "I'm doing anything that I want to do," Bridget replied. "And you're going to do whatever the fuck I want to do, as well-starting with smelling my stinky feet. But first a little appetizer." She took her sneaker, pressed the open end over my nose, and held it there. I quickly turned my head to the side, because the stench was horrendous. In an instant, Bridget's two friends were sitting next to my bed, on either side of my head. They extended their legs, so that the filthy soles of their sneakers were squeezing my head into an upright position, thereby forcing me to smell the stench inside Bridget's rotting sneaker. With one hand pressed tightly over my mouth, Bridget held her sneaker over my nose with her other hand. I felt so humiliated-I was being woman-handled by teenagers! "Get your nose in there, Arnold!" she commanded. "Get your nose way up into the sweaty, stinky toe section and smell my foot odor, you fucking loser. Just smell that stench, you ugly little creep! I'm gonna kick your sissy ass for bothering me, you old fart. A fucking pervert like you deserves to be worked over. How do you like that smell, Arnold? I have been wearing these sneakers for so many years now, that there are actually things growing inside them! Just smell that atrocious odor, you jerk. Suffer, you fucking loser!"
After about an hour of this mistreatment, Bridget said "Okay, I think you're ready for the real thing now." Instantly, her sneakers were replaced with both her sock-covered feet. They smelled so horrible! "I've been wearing these socks for two weeks now, so I'm sure they really stink. What do you think, slave?" I would have argued with the "slave" part, but I had a face-full of her dirty, stinky feet. "You like that smell? Does it turn you on, Arnold? I bet it does. I knew you'd like it, you little pervert. Let's just see how long you can take it." Bridget continued to rub her reeking, filthy, sweaty socks into my face, until she was good and ready to stop.
The entire time, I was forced to breathe only through my tortured nose; the girls who were forcefully sandwiching my skull between their (now bare) feet, had taken off their utterly filthy, sweat-soaked socks, and stuffed them right into my poor mouth. Meanwhile, the raunchy, outlandish odor of Bridget's sock-covered feet was killing me.
"Are you ready to give up yet, slave?" she asked. "Do you want my stinky socks out of your face?" "Yes" I mumbled through the sole of her sock. "Then you have to do me a favor first," she said. "Relationships go two ways, you know. Stick out your tongue." She removed the socks from my mouth, but I hesitated to comply. "Have it your way," she said as she pressed her feet even harder onto my face. "Fine" I mumbled and stuck out my tongue. She immediately pressed her heel onto my tongue, and slowly rubbed the entire sole of her foot across it, until the bottoms of her toes rested there. Then, she did the same with her other foot. The taste was nauseating, and I could feel bits of dirt, fiber, and foot sweat collecting in my mouth. She left her toes resting there for a while. Then, she suddenly shoved all her toes into my mouth, forcing it wide open. "Now suck on my socks slave, if you ever want to get them out of your face." So I sucked for all I was worth. What choice did I have?
After too long a time period, she said "Very good, slave-now one last thing. Grip the toe end of my left sock between your teeth, so that I can slide my foot out, and get these filthy, stinky socks out of your face." After that was done, I was ordered to do the same with the right sock. (Of course, her logic appeared to be flawed. If she truly wanted to remove the socks from my face, she could simply do so without making a big production of it.) Unfortunately, rather than remove the socks from my face as she'd promised, she instead used her bare toes to shove them right into my mouth! She then used the soles of her feet to seal my mouth shut.
"The duct tape, Steffi?" requested Bridget. Steffi handed her a roll of duct tape. Bridget cut off a very large strip, and used it to really seal my mouth shut. "Be grateful, Arnold" she said. "My socks aren't on your face anymore! Now, you don't have to smell them-you just have to suck on them. And you had better do a damned good job too, if you ever want them out of your mouth tonight." I assumed that Steffi and the other girl had lost interest in watching my degradation, because they left the room. Now it was just myself, Bridget, and her filthy socks in my mouth. My mouth was being used as a washing machine by a teenage girl!
Then, Bridget viciously SLAPPED her bare feet onto my face. "Smell my feet, you fucking loser, and maybe I'll allow you some freedom tonight. But not until I'm satisfied." She constantly toyed with my facial features using her bare, stinky feet. The majority of the time, she kept her sweaty toes right over my nose. She also loved working my poor nose in between her toes, because she knew that the odor there was abominable.
Bridget just used my face as a foot massager. She firmly rubbed her sweaty, horribly stinky bare feet all over my nose and face. She took turns rubbing each smelly foot over my tortured nose, from her toes, to her arch, to her heel. She actually used my nose to massage between her stinky toes! She even made me thoroughly sniff underneath her very long, dirty toenails. This gorgeous bitch had no concern whatsoever for my dignity, comfort, aching face or sore nose. And to exacerbate my humiliation, she constantly laughed at my predicament, chastised me, and taunted me mercilessly.
"Smell my raunchy foot odor Arnold, you fucking pathetic loser!" she commanded. "Smell my fucking feet thoroughly, or I'll hurt you, big time. I'll rub your tiny, useless cock right into the dirt, you asshole. Smell between my stinky toes Arnold, or I'll kick your balls from here to Vermont. Do you think I'm playing games with you here, you little wimp?! Just smell my nasty foot odor! An ugly sissy loser like you deserves to be worked over and tortured. You are the biggest loser I have ever seen. You're so fucking repugnant, that no girl will ever be interested in you romantically. You'll definitely never have a girlfriend, Arnold. The only thing you deserve from pretty girls is to be treated like dirt. Women just feel compelled to beat you up, humiliate you, and hurt you terribly-and you deserve nothing more from us. You are nothing but a complete loser, Arnold, and you deserve every bit of this abuse. So smell my sweaty feet, you little faggot! Smell underneath my long, stinky toenails, you fucking eyesore! Get that crooked nose of yours in between my toes, and start sniffing. Smell in between each and every sweaty toe, you creep! I'll teach you to ask me out for a date, you loser. You are a nauseating, effeminate piece of filth, and I'm gonna treat you exactly as you deserve. How do you like constantly smelling my nasty foot odor, Arnold? You know, my feet haven't stunk this badly in ages, and I hope it kills you. I hate your guts, you know. You are so fucking ugly that it hurts to look at you. And you wanted me to date you?! What are you, a fucking comedian or something? Just smell my stinky feet, loser. I'll wipe my sweaty feet right in your face, any time I please. Do you understand me, you little wimp? Just suffer!!"
My nose wrinkled up and my eyeballs crossed, as her overwhelmingly stinky foot odor battered my brain. The stench of this beautiful young girl's feet was so foul and unbearable; but with the tape over my mouth, and my whole body immobilized, I could do nothing but smell Bridget's feet constantly. And the entire time, she was grinning down at me triumphantly.
After about an hour of this, she finally removed the duct tape and socks from my mouth. "Don't get excited yet, slave" she said. "Now that you've smelled my feet, you get to clean them for me with your tongue. Now stick out your tongue, or I'll leave you like this until your parents find you." So I stuck my tongue out, as far as I could. "Don't expect me to do this for you, Arnold--start licking." I began licking the soles of her feet, tasting sock fiber, foot sweat, dirt, crud, and whatever else had adhered to her smelly feet over the course of the day. When she was satisfied with the cleanliness of her soles, she shoved her toes into my mouth. "Now start with my big toe, lick all around it, and make sure you remove all the crud from between my toes, as well. And you'd better do a fucking brilliant job of it, you loser, or I'll sit on your ugly face until you suffocate and die." Humiliated and intimidated, I began sucking on her toes and licking between them, chewing and swallowing any toe jam and gunk that I could find. "Remove the grime from between my toes and from underneath my toenails, and eat it all, you fucking loser" she commanded. I did this with all five toes, then did the same with her other foot. "Very good Arnold-you're almost done" said Bridget. "We're onto the better part of this date now. Are you ready, asshole?"
As I lay there in my room, bullied and thoroughly degraded by this beautiful brunette Scottish bitch, I was sure that my life could not possibly get any worse. I was wrong.
I lay motionless as Bridget stood up on my bed, wondering what the bitch was going to do to me next. She unzipped her jeans, slid them off, and tossed them in the corner of my room. Then she removed her bloomers, and tossed that on top of her jeans. Grinning broadly at me, she observed "You like my pussy an awful lot, don't you Arnold?" Well, in spite of the terrorism she was subjecting me to; I had to be honest with her. I told her that her raven-haired Scottish pussy was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Inexplicably (and shamefully), I was still in love with her! Of course, her vagina also looked like it was well used and abused. Laughing wickedly at me, she replied "Gee, that's too bad Arnold, because it's not my beautiful pussy you're going to get!" With that, she turned around (now facing my feet) and squatted down, until her gorgeous ass was only two inches above my face.
"They don't really smell the same, now do they Arnold?" she asked, smirking. I was too stunned to answer, so she continued. "Well, maybe you just need a closer look at it." Suddenly, her smelly, dirty butt plopped down right onto my helpless face. "Do they smell the same now, loser?" I already knew what pussy smelled like, and it didn't smell anything like this, but I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of responding. "Well, this is as close as you're ever going to get to my cute little pussy Arnold, so you might as well just enjoy my stinky rear-end instead, you complete loser!" said Bridget. "Oh and by the way, the smell will only get worse."
As if on cue, the moment she said that, she let a huge fart rip right on my trapped face. "How does that smell, Arnold?" she inquired, laughing hysterically. "Do you like the smell of my fart gas, you little geek? I'll fart right up your nose whenever the fuck I please." I still didn't answer, so she started bouncing up and down on my face. "I asked you a question, slave!" she insisted. Even if I had wanted to answer, there was no way I could have, with her smelly ass planted on my face. "Well, this is our first date" she said. "What, you don't kiss on the first date? What kind of gentleman are you? Don't be shy, Arnold. Go ahead and give me a kiss." I wasn't about to, so she started pressing all of her weight down onto my face. Now, I couldn't breathe at all! "You kiss my ass if you'd ever like to breathe again, Arnold" threatened Bridget. After a few minutes, I had no choice. I kissed her asshole, because I couldn't move my head enough to kiss anywhere else. "You call that a kiss??" she criticized me. "Kiss it like you mean it, boy!"
So I kissed her asshole repeatedly. In the middle of it, she forced another huge fart right into my mouth-so I tried to catch my breath, and I stopped kissing. "Did I say you could stop?" demanded Bridget. "As far as you're concerned, my farts should be reason enough to keep on kissing, you little wimp. So do it!" I had no choice but to obey. "Good boy," said Bridget. "Now that we've broken the ice on our first date, how about we move up a step into French-kissing? Come on Arnold, get that tongue up my butt!"
As soon as I felt her full weight on my face again, I forced my tongue out into her crack. "Go on, lick up and down my ass crack, slave" ordered Bridget. "This is the only sex you're good for, you total creep, so take advantage of it. Work that tongue into my ass, you fucking loser." I pushed my tongue into her rectum, tasting the foul remnants of her last bowel movement, but I had no choice. "Now push it as far as you can up my Scottish butt. Stretch it out as far as it will go, and then some" she demanded. I formed an "O" with my lips, and pushed my tongue as far as I could up her filthy, smelly ass. "You can get it up further than that, come on!" encouraged Bridget. "I'm not leaving here until I'm satisfied-so get it over with, slave!" So I extended my neck as far as I could and forced my tongue even further up. As soon as I did this, she let loose another huge fart right into my poor mouth. Bridget laughed wickedly and said, "Was that worth all the effort, Arnold? Don't worry though, there's more where that came from!" And she let loose yet another fart, as I pushed my tongue even further up her shitty rectum.
After two miserable hours of servicing her rear-end orally, and being forced to smell her farts all this time, she finally said "Well Arnold, I'm sorry to tell you this, but our date has to come to an end. You just can't seem to satisfy me well enough, so I'm afraid you're going to get dumped, you fucking sissy." She raised her ass about two inches above my face, but the smell of shit was still quite strong. "You mean you're finally letting me go?" I asked, incredulously. "Almost," responded Bridget. "I said you're getting dumped, you obnoxious, obtuse little moron! I HAVE TO TAKE A DUMP, AND YOU'RE GOING TO GET IT-RIGHT IN YOUR WIMPY TOILET MOUTH!! It's really an easy concept to understand, Arnold."

To Be Continued…………


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