By Slave Shoelicker
Don had been dating Amy for a little over three months now. Things were getting more and more serious, and Amy felt it best if Don move in with them to see how things might work out if they decided to make it permanent. Amy was a very good looking thirty-five year old woman, put Don wasn't sure what to make of her eighteen year old daughter, Alicia. Alicia was an arrogant spoiled little bitch who wouldn't give Don the time of day. She would always walk around the house as if she owned the place, and usually in some very skimpy and revealing clothes. It was driving Don nuts, since she was such a hot little number. On Tuesday, Don left work early and went to Amy's for lunch. Amy would be working till six, and he thought he could take the time to relax. He let himself in, made a sandwich, and noticed Alicia working out on the stairmaster in the den. Don went in and made like he was watching T.V. Alicia was dressed in a thong bikini that had disappeard up her crack, an athletic bra, socks and sneakers. Her hair was pulled back in a cute little pony tail. She completely ignored Don as she continued to tone her luscious young body. Don was transfixed by her perfect ass as she used the stepper. Her body was covered in a sheen of glimmering sweat. His mouth watered at the fine sight before him. After thirty minutes, Alicia finished, and pranced right by Don on her way out. Don fumbled with the paper to cover his tent pole that had appeared in his pants. A few minutes later, he heard the bathroom door upstairs, and quietly went up to investigate. As he passed Alicia's room, Don saw the thong bikini, ans Alicia's sweat socks on the floor. Without thinking, Don went in, got on his knees, and picked up the stinky, soiled items. As he knelt there, Don put the thong on his head like a hat, with the crotch that spent the last hour up Alicia's young ass under his nose. He took one of her sweat socks, and put the moist toe in his mouth, sucking on her sweet foot stink. Don picked up the other sock, and started beating his already hard cock dreaming he had her sweaty foot in his mouth, and his nose up her ass. A moment later he heard giggling, and turned to see Alicia with a camcorder filming his degrading act. He froze, not sure how to react. "Stay right there you weenie, and don't you dare move!" she ordered as she went to put the camcorder away. Don was trapped. How was he going to talk his way out of this with this wicked teen bitch who could care less about his self respect. Alicia returned and sat on the edge of her bed. She was naked, and the most beautiful thing Don could imagine. She crossed her legs, and slowly started swinging her pretty foot. Don was captivated by it. The pale pink toenail polish so alluring. "You worship me don't you weenie?" Alicia said arrogantly. "Yes," Don whispered, unable to take his eyes off her foot. "You'll do anything I say no matter what it is, won't you Dork," she said, looking like such an angel. "Yes" "Crawl over here and kiss my smelly foot," she said giggling. "Please don't make me do that," Don asked, knowing full well he couldn't refuse her. "Do it now, or I'll show mom the tape!" Alicia commanded. Don got on his hands and knees and began crawling like the supplicant she wanted toward her magnificent foot. He would do it. He craved it . He wanted more than anything he could remember. His mouth watered as he neared. "Not so fast," Alicia giggled, "Let me hear you beg." Alicia sat back and parted her thighs. Don moaned in utter frustration as he had been so close to her fragrant foot. He would beg. He would do anything she wanted. To be continued...... slave shoelicker
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