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Jennifer never imagined herself being attracted to a woman. She was 5’8”, in reasonably good shape at 135 pounds, with shoulder-length straight blonde hair and brown eyes—a step above girl next door, but certainly not the most gorgeous girl on campus. She was a sophomore at Arizona State University, majoring in finance. Her rather uncouth boyfriend Zane was a washout from the football team and full-time frat boy at one of the more notorious party-focused frats on campus. He majored in communication just to keep his GPA above passing with minimal effort and to maximize his free time. Vanilla sex was the name of the game for the two of them, and Jennifer felt like she and Zane were destined to become the perfect little college couple. She envisioned marriage, kids, and two boring jobs quickly looming on the horizon, once Zane got the childish frat boy attitude out of his system.
At that moment, though, she was focused on struggling against the leather straps tightly fastening her body spread-eagle to her bed, whimpering into the duct tape covering her mouth, and desperately trying to wiggle free of her blindfold.
Jennifer never rushed a sorority. While Zane was a big partier, she preferred to focus on her studies. Finance at ASU was no easy task, and unlike her idiot boyfriend, she had great ambitions. A high GMAT score, Wharton, investment banking in New York: her future was tantalizing to her, and Zane was going to shape up or ship out. She was sure the promise of seven figure yearly bonuses on Wall Street would make him grow up plenty fast.
Zane certainly had his silly trepidations, however. A greek life boy dating a non-greek life girl was a source of contrived controversy in Zane’s asinine little world, but he was too enamored with Jennifer to leave her. He had cheated on her in the past a couple times while drunk, but true to form, he never fessed up to his transgressions. He was a little too immature to understand Jennifer’s potential, and poked fun at her constantly for being a workaholic.
Jennifer lived in a nice apartment off-campus with Ashley, a sorority sister in one of the more popular sororities at ASU. Ashley was a junior, freshly booted out of the rigorous business program in which Jennifer was now wildly successful. Like many sun devil sorority girls, Ashley was gorgeous. She was 5’10”, in perfect shape with abs so fit they could make men jealous. She had golden brown, tanned skin, long light brown straight hair, and piercing green eyes. She also sported a beautiful, perfectly pedicured pair of size 9 feet with deliciously proportioned toes. Her toes were painted bright blue for the summer, and she wore a platinum toe ring on the first toe of her left foot.
On a campus full to the brim with stunning, gorgeous girls, Ashley would turn heads daily. Her sorority had provided her ample opportunity to date gorgeous greek life alpha males, but she secretly wished she was dating the brainiacs, as they had a reputation for openness to kinks and perversions. As it was, she was a girl with many perverse sexual secrets she rarely shared with others.
One of them in particular burned inside her. Ashley’s feet, while gorgeous, had a serious issue with excessive sweating. It was a source of constant embarrassment for her. She tried to maintain regular pedicures to offset the disgusting, intense odor that her feet would build up in a relatively short period of time, but she could not find any way to keep her feet from getting absolutely drenched in the Arizona heat and reeking. The deep inner conflict, however, came from the fact that although her feet were disgusting and sweaty all the time, the scent made her incredibly wet. When her sorority sisters used to tease her about how bad her feet smelled and demand she wash them immediately upon coming home, the embarrassment would actually make her even more wet. She would regularly lock her bedroom door, take a pair of her sweat socks out of the laundry, still damp, and lay them over her nose while she worked her vibrator on her clit to a mind-blowing orgasm. She was getting to the point where she could not have a satisfying orgasm without the scent of her disgusting foot sweat invading her nostrils. She found herself too embarrassed to share this fetish with men she dated, especially since they would often tease her about how nasty her feet would smell after a day in her flip flops. Greek life men were assholes.
In addition to being unfulfilled sexually at this point in her life, Ashley was in a pickle career-wise. She had failed intermediate calculus twice in a row, and even with a few excellent attempts at seducing her advisor, she was eventually dropped from the program permanently. She was adrift at the largest university in the country with no direction in life, her ambitions of a powerful future in finance dashed. She found herself jealous of Jennifer, and yet, strangely attracted to her as well. The jealousy made her more attracted to Jennifer, as though she were a prize to be won. For all Ashley’s good looks and bubbly sorority charm, she wished she were Jennifer. It was apparent to everyone that Jennifer was destined to be a powerful player in just a few years time, and likely have a blast along the way. Jennifer was oblivious to Ashley’s inner turmoil, though, and thought of her as nothing more than a roommate—a business partner reducing rent costs—and not a friend or acquaintance. This drove Ashley even crazier.
The night in question, however, while high on whatever illicit substance her sorority sisters deigned worthy of consumption at their weekly house party, Ashley felt particularly horny. Her thoughts drifted to Jennifer—her sexy, but understated demeanor; her gorgeous perky tits; her sexy legs; her incredible prospects in life. It was in this haze that Ashley hatched her master plan.
As usual, Jennifer had passed on going out when Ashley invited her to the sorority house party. It wasn’t that Jennifer did not ever want to go out, it was just that she preferred to hammer out her considerable workload in advance. Her philosophy was work hard, then play hard. The hours ticked by, and at some point she had fallen asleep on her large four-post bed.
She was unsure what time it was when she awoke, but when she opened her eyes she found herself staring into a solid black blindfold, tightly fastened around her head. She immediately panicked, and tried to scream, but quickly realized her mouth had been taped shut. When trying to move, she noticed her limbs were strictly fastened in a spread-eagle position. She was only able to move her head around. She was about to panic—had someone broken in? Who had done this to her? What was going on? She was struggling to try to get some sort of understanding of her situation.
After a few eternal seconds, to equal parts shock and relief, she heard a familiar voice. “Hello Jenny.” It was Ashley. Only Ashley called her “Jenny,” which annoyed the hell out of her. She thought it sounded so pedestrian. And what the fuck was up with the restraints? Was this some kind of bitchy prank she was pulling with her idiot sorority friends? “Sorry to wake you up like this, but we need to talk, girl to girl. I need your undivided attention.” Jennifer tried to mumble some sort of angry response, but the duct tape was tightly fastened.
“Shhhh,” Ashley reassured. “I’m not going to hurt you. Just listen before we begin.” Her empty words were little consolation to Jennifer at this point. “I have a confession to make to you.” Jennifer was all ears. “Zane tried to have sex with me last semester.” What the fuck? Jennifer thought. That bitch! She put me in this humiliating position and now she’s taunting me about trying to fuck my boyfriend? Jennifer began screaming obscenities, muffled entirely by her duct tape gag.
“Shush. We didn’t go any further than making out.” Ashley said. “Zane is a fucking douchebag.” Ashley’s tone of voice perfectly mirrored the disgust Jennifer was feeling. What was Ashley up to? “I’ll cut to the chase, because you’re obviously angry at me, as well you should be.” Jennifer was all ears. “I want you to understand something. By the end of tonight, you are going to leave Zane. You are going to call him up and dump him on the phone while I’m sitting there listening to you.” Jennifer seriously doubted that last part, as she intended to press charges against Ashley for this, but continued listening. “And then you and I are going to start our relationship together.”
Ashley let those words hang thick in the air, and Jennifer was understandably dumbfounded. Was this bitch completely insane? Jennifer barely knew her, and the thought of being with a woman was absolutely not in Jennifer’s frame of reference. Not to mention, even if it WAS, it certainly wouldn’t be with this psycho woman who took advantage of her while asleep, restrained her to her bed, and humiliated her about her boyfriend’s infidelity.
Jennifer’s introspection was quickly stifled, however. The only senses available to her at this point in time were her senses of smell, hearing, and touch. She was thoroughly blindfolded and her mouth was sealed shut. As expected, those other senses were heightened, just as Ashley intended. Jennifer noticed a strange smell emanating from somewhere in the room. It smelled awful, but was not overwhelming. She felt Ashley shift around on the bed and get into position on her right side. The smell quickly intensified, and Jennifer instantly recognized it. It was Ashley’s disgusting feet.
Jennifer was well-acquainted with how raunchy Ashley’s feet would get, and it was one of the things she hated the most about sharing an apartment with her. Jennifer would regularly demand that Ashley leave her shoes outside or put them in her closet so she wouldn’t have to smell them after a long day of classes or partying. Ashley was embarrassed, of course, but Jennifer had no idea that her hatred of Ashley’s feet was adding fuel to the fire of her smell fetish. Jennifer began mumbling more obscenities into her gag to no avail.
Although Jennifer couldn’t see it, Ashley was sopping wet from the sight of Jennifer tightly bound and helpless, unaware of what was to come. Ashley had an evil grin on her face, and she was quivering a little bit from the prospect of fulfilling one of her darkest fantasies with the girl on whom she had one of the biggest crushes of her young adult life. She resisted the urge to start fingering herself, though—she wanted to savor the experience.
“I wore my UGG boots with my cute little Urban Outfitters miniskirt and sorority tank top today.” Jennifer was puzzled by the small talk. “One thing I’ve noticed about my UGGs, though, is the wool inside makes my feet even more sweaty and stinky than they normally are.” Not in Jennifer’s darkest nightmares would she have seen this coming, but the dread of what was about to happen began to fill her mind. “I have worn them for 2 days and didn’t shower today.” Jennifer groaned in disgust through the duct tape. “Aw, you don’t like them? Well, I have a secret I want to share with you. I have a HUGE smell fetish.” Jennifer began struggling at her bonds involuntarily. What the fuck is a smell fetish? “The scent of my feet makes me so wet I can barely stand it…I can’t last more than a couple minutes when I’m smelling my own feet and fingering myself.” Jennifer began to beg through her gag: “No, please don’t do this. Please,” but the sound was thoroughly muffled.
“Aw, are you scared sweetie? Well, you really should be. I have dreamed about doing this for years, and there’s no way I’m letting you go now.” With that, Jennifer heard the sound of Ashley’s soft, sweaty, horrid feet sliding along the bed covers toward her head. Jennifer screamed as loud as she could, but there was no one around to save her, and the duct tape prevented the sound from being loud enough to reach the neighbors. Ashley’s demeanor turned dominating. “Shut the fuck up. You are going to smell my feet, and if you keep screaming, I am going to shove my dirty 4 day old nylons into your mouth to gag you.” Jennifer began trembling in fear. She was completely helpless.
Without further ceremony, Ashley plopped her sweaty, smelly, disgusting size 9 foot right on Jennifer’s face, with the base of the toes right under her nose. Jennifer instinctively screamed again, and Ashley smacked her with her other foot. The smell was absolutely horrifying and disgusting, and the sweat was practically dripping onto her face. “Take a huge sniff of that, baby. I am going to program you to love the smell of my feet as much as I do.” Jennifer couldn’t bring herself to do it, until Ashley smacked her again with her free foot. “Do it, or I’m getting the nylons.” Jennifer exhaled, and took a huge deep whiff of Ashley’s horrible essence. She groaned audibly and coughed involuntarily in response.
Ashley started laughing at Jennifer’s misery. “That’s right, it’s horrible isn’t it? My sorority sisters always used to tease me for how nasty my feet get, and you would do the same by making me put my shoes outside. No more, babe—you are going to be addicted to this smell just like I am.” Jennifer couldn’t stand it. She would do anything to be released. What had she done to deserve this torment? She felt Ashley start dragging her soft toes slowly back and forth under her nose, wafting the scent deeper into her nose and lungs. “You are going to smell each and every toe thoroughly.” Jennifer tried begging again, which only made Ashley wetter.
Ashley wanted to rub it in more. “God damn, I don’t think my feet have smelled this bad in my entire life. I wore leather flats for the first half of the week, and my UGG boots the last two days. I never washed my feet in the shower, and I didn’t even shower yesterday.” Jennifer was in hell. She couldn’t tolerate another second of the smell. Jennifer’s incomprehensible muffled begging began to reach a fevered pitch. Ashley couldn’t hold back any longer and began to finger herself. Ashley started moaning in between taunts. “That’s right bitch. Smell my scent. I don’t even know if I could tolerate it…you must want to die right now.” Ashley was already getting close to cumming and was moaning hard. The feeling of Jennifer’s breath in between her sweaty toes was sending chills up her leg to her clit, intensifying every stroke of her fingers.
Jennifer was incoherent. The scent was horrible, and intensified by the fact that she couldn’t see through the blindfold. Ashley switched feet, and focused on forcing Jennifer to sniff the fresh sweat in between her toes. “I wish you could see my feet, baby. My pedicure is so hot that it’s making me even crazier right now.” It was truly hard to believe that feet could look that beautiful but smell that horrid. Her perfectly pedicured, beautifully shaped blue-polished toes wriggled furiously under Jennifer’s nose, forcing the scent deeper into her nose. “My UGGs are so comfy but they make my feet so terrible, I can seriously smell them from here.” Jennifer was desperate to escape, but her bonds were too tight. She was nothing more than Ashley’s plaything. The scent of Ashley’s feet had fully filled the room and was intensifying Ashley’s wetness. She had chills with every stroke of her fingers across her incredibly sensitive throbbing clit.
Ashley was teasing herself as long as possible to savor Jennifer’s torment. She began dragging her entire foot around Jennifer’s nose, giving her a whiff of fresh sweat and stink at every moment. She felt Jennifer’s soft skin and breath gently tickling her sole, and watched Jennifer’s moaning agony and suffering from the intense smell. Jennifer was already close to her breaking point and babbling incoherently into her gag. Ashley was unbearably close to cumming from Jennifer’s reactions. Without missing a beat, Ashley leaned over and grabbed one of her UGG boots from the floor, put it over her nose, and inhaled the unbelievable stink deeply while furiously fingering herself. The intense sensations overwhelmed Ashley and she came harder than she has ever cum in her entire life. Then she came again, and again. Ashley must have cum three or four times from that scene, her greatest fantasy realized.
After hearing Ashley’s mindblowing orgasm, Jennifer thought she was about to start crying. All she wanted was the torment to end. Ashley cumming loudly at her expense finalized her humiliation, and she would do or say anything to be released and spared another second from those disgusting feet. “Oh my god baby, that was amazing. I’m sure you want a break, though, so I’ll be right back.” Jennifer mustered up the power to scream again and try begging, but Ashley got off the bed and left the room. A few eternal minutes later, Ashley returned and hopped up on the bed. Jennifer felt her pants being stretched out, and heard a pair of scissors cutting through the fabric. She struggled as hard as she could to get away. “Oh hush, you’re going to like this part.” Those words were of little comfort to Jennifer, who continued struggling. Ashley lovingly, carefully cut off Jennifer’s clothing despite the resistance, and soon Jennifer found herself naked and helpless.
She then heard, much to her horror, the sound of a vibrator being switched on high.
Jennifer renewed her begging once more, but the muffled babbling fell on deaf ears. Ashley was on a mission to program Jennifer’s mind to love the scent at any cost.
Ashley plopped her still-damp disgusting sweaty feet down on top of Jennifer’s ample breasts and wiggled herself into some sort of different position. The sound of the vibrator was making Jennifer visibly quiver all over. She refused to find any pleasure in the torment Ashley was inflicting upon her. “You are going to love my feet by the end of this, baby. Aren’t you excited? I’m going to make you have a foot fetish whether you want one or not.” Jennifer was determined to resist—Ashley’s feet were absolutely disgusting and no matter what Ashley did, Jennifer’s resolve would remain steadfast.
Ashley drug both of her sweaty feet up to Jennifer’s face and gently placed them under her nose again. Jennifer groaned. The scent was still intolerable. Ashley then pressed the vibrator up to Jennifer’s crotch. The jolting feeling of the vibrator buzzing on its highest setting shot up Jennifer’s whole body like electric sparks and she got goosebumps all over. “Hmm, someone likes that huh?” Jennifer moaned unwittingly and took a big inhale through her nose, then groaned from the extra dose of stink she received.
No, I will not submit to her god damn it. I refuse, Jennifer thought. She did everything she could to block out the feelings shooting through her clit and all around her pelvis. She desperately tried to wiggle her butt away from Ashley’s vibrator, but her spread-eagle bondage held her tightly in place. She would have no choice but to feel the vibrator for as long as Ashley desired. “Keep sniffing honey, or I will never let you go. You want to be free from this, don’t you?” Ashley taunted with a sultry teasing voice. Ashley’s voice distracted Jennifer from her intense concentration momentarily, and she found herself instantly overwhelmed by the scent pouring into her nostrils and the incredible waves of pleasure shooting all over her body focused on her clit.
Jennifer moaned deeply, unintentionally. Her resolve was breaking. Somehow, the disgusting odor of Ashley’s feet was increasing the intensity of the vibrator. It was even more intense still because of the blindfold and inability to resist in any way. Ashley was intently studying her captive, making subtle movements and shifts of pressure with the vibrator, watching for involuntary signs of sensitivity. She found that the left side and tip of Jennifer’s clit brought forth the best shaking and squirming from her trapped pelvis, and kept that knowledge for later on in the session. For now, she was forcing Jennifer to inhale the scent from in between each of her sweaty, neon blue painted toes, slowly and methodically, while vibrating all around her clit and on the less sensitive parts to drag out her agony. Jennifer’s moaning forced her to inhale more and more of the stink, and her head was swimming from it. Ashley was sopping wet again and began to touch herself slowly.
“God baby, your reactions are so fucking hot. I want you to love the smell of my feet, so we can sniff them everyday and cum together.” Jennifer was barely cogent of Ashley’s verbal teasing. The vibrator was driving her absolutely wild, and as much as she fought to resist, she was beginning to associate the scent she so reviled with the feelings pulsating through her clit and giving her goosebumps all over her body. She was using every inch of resolve to keep from inhaling more strongly as the orgasm began building from deep inside of her.
Ashley was incredibly perceptive, and could sense Jennifer’s inner conflict from the intensity with which she was inhaling her scent. The smell of her feet had long since filled the entire room, and it was only adding to Ashley’s own sensations from her rubbing her clit. Ashley was moaning along with Jennifer, and the two of them were approaching orgasm together.
Jennifer felt the orgasm coming, off in the distance, but approaching like a freight train. She had to resist, but she couldn’t. Ashley began focusing Jennifer’s sniffing on the base of her toes, which were sweating heavily due to the heat in the room and renewing their disgusting odor. Jennifer hated it, but she began to have this awful feeling that she needed it too. The humiliation, the odor, Ashley’s dominating presence, and her own helplessness to resist all rolled together into the potential for one of the most powerful orgasms of her life.
“Take huge breaths. I want to feel your nose taking in every last bit of my sweat and smell,” Ashley moaned in a commanding voice. Jennifer obeyed eagerly, feeling the orgasm coming. “Do you want to cum, baby?” Jennifer whimpered affirmatively. She was desperate. Her whole world was the scent of Ashley’s feet, the sound of her sexy voice, and the incredible feeling of the vibrator pouring wave after wave of pleasure into her helpless body. Jennifer continued whimpering, begging to cum. Ashley saw the orgasm coming, and for a brief moment, pushed the vibrator intensely into the most sensitive spots on Jennifer’s clit. Jennifer screamed in pleasure, and was moments from exploding, but then to her dismay and anger, Ashley turned off the vibrator and took away her feet.
“What the fuck???” Jennifer screamed into her gag. Ashley cruelly laughed at her. Jennifer’s body involuntarily convulsed as the waves of unfulfilled pleasure washed over her. She felt that incredible orgasm, so close to exploding from deep inside her, slowly drift away just as it slowly built from the vibrator teasing. Jennifer was making animalistic growls and angry incoherent screaming, thrashing against her bonds. Ashley watched with glee and continued teasing herself slowly. After a minute or so, Jennifer exhausted herself and the denied orgasm had completely subsided from her body.
Ashley crawled up beside her and removed her duct tape gently. Jennifer was drenched with sweat, so the tape removed with no pain or resistance. Jennifer wanted badly to scream every obscenity she knew at Ashley, but she was too exhausted from the ordeal. Ashley giggled. “You know I can’t let you cum yet, you dirty girl. My feet are still sweaty, and I refuse to go to bed with sweaty feet.” Jennifer breathlessly asked “What are you talking about Ashley?” Ashley laughed again. “You need to lick all the sweat and stink off of them before I let you cum.”
Jennifer was mortified. What kind of a sick fuck is this girl? “What in the fuck are you talking about? That’s disgusting. I refuse to lick your feet.” Ashley expected this response, and the resistance was only making her wetter. “If you don’t lick them, I’m going to deny you orgasms all night. I might do it for days. I won’t stop until you agree to lick them clean, then I will make you cum when I think they’re clean enough.” Jennifer was so angry she could strangle Ashley to death. “Stop doing this you crazy bitch!” Jennifer screamed.
Ashley scoffed. “There’s really nothing you can do but what I say, if you ever want to be released.” That shut Jennifer up quickly. “Whaddya say babe? Are you game, or do I have to put the tape back on?” She turned the vibrator on medium for emphasis, making Jennifer cringe against her bonds. Jennifer had no choice. She would serve Ashley or be tortured and teased forever. Ashley could tell that Jennifer had assented. “Great!” she bubbled, and plopped her sweaty feet back on Jennifer’s face. Jennifer groaned again and tried to turn away, prompting a slap upside the head from Ashley’s left foot. “No you don’t. Stick out your tongue.”
Jennifer hesitated. “Oh, and if you even think of biting my feet, I have a surprise for you.” That couldn’t be good. Jennifer then felt fabric dangling over her face, and smelled the most horrible mix of Ashley’s foot sweat, leather, and cheap nylon material imaginable. It was at least twice as awful as Ashley’s bare feet. “I told you I wore nylons for 4 days and kept them around. I usually masturbate while sniffing them. If you do anything other than lick and suck on my feet lovingly, I will shove the foot end of these in your mouth and tape your mouth shut.” Jennifer groaned and begged “Please, fuck, just stop Ashley.” Ashley continued, “Then you will suck all the sweat, dirt, and filth out from them for an hour with no vibrator. I have a couple pairs of sweat socks you could clean for me as well if you disobey.” This was even worse than the earlier torture. Those nylons smelled absolutely terrible, and Jennifer was terrified.
“I won’t bite you I swear to god, get those fucking nylons out of my face,” Jennifer begged in desperation. Ashley giggled, feeling her own wetness pouring onto her hand while she slowly fingered her clit. “Okay slave, stick out your tongue for me.” Jennifer hesitated again. “Do it, bitch! Do you want to clean my nylons?” Adrenaline shot through Jennifer at the prospect of tasting those nylons, and she immediately stuck her tongue out. She soon wished she hadn’t done that, however.
Ashley positioned the heel of her baby-soft left foot on top of Jennifer’s tongue, and slowly dragged it across Jennifer’s tongue, so the entire part of her tongue got a huge helping of her scent and sweat. Jennifer yelled out in agony. The taste was stronger than the smell! After one long, slow stroke from heel to toe, Jennifer put her tongue back in her mouth. “Jesus Christ, I can’t do it. Please stop, your feet are absolutely disgusting.” Ashley laughed out loud, and began fingering herself faster. “Maybe this will motivate you.” Ashley held the vibrator up against Jennifer’s most sensitive spots on her clit, and turned it on medium-high. Jennifer’s entire body tensed at the incredible lightning bolt she felt everywhere, her aching clit desperate for the release it was denied just minutes before.
“Oh my god, YES!” Jennifer screamed involuntarily. Then, as soon as it started, Ashley shut off the vibrator. Jennifer violently yanked against the bonds. “God damn it, stop it! I can’t stand it anymore!” Ashley grinned, “Then lick my fucking feet. Stick out your tongue and the vibrator goes back on.” Jennifer couldn’t tolerate another second of the teasing, so she stuck out her tongue in earnest. Ashley made good on her end of the deal, and turned the vibrator back on high, opting instead to focus on the less sensitive spots. That worked fine for Jennifer, though, because she instantly began moaning.
Ashley would have none of that, though, and began another slow, torturous drag of her sweat-soaked foot from heel to toe, making sure Jennifer’s tongue hit fresh sweat on every inch. Jennifer groaned in agony, but needed the vibrator to feel the release she so desperately craved, so she continued licking as ordered. Ashley was losing her mind with pleasure at this point, but was determined to hold out and extend Jennifer’s torture as long as she could.
Jennifer’s tongue was in agony. She thought Ashley’s feet might just taste sweaty and salty, but Ashley’s scent was so powerful that she could actually taste it all in her mouth. It was vile, and she hated every long drag of Ashley’s soles across her tongue. “That’s right baby, keep licking them. You are such a good slave.” Ashley turned up the speed of the vibrator, which immediately brought Jennifer remarkably closer to cumming right then and there. She moaned in the throws of pleasure, and began willingly kissing and sucking on different parts of Ashley’s soles. Ashley was shocked at Jennifer’s reaction, and nearly came from the unexpected change. “You’re beginning to see why my feet are so delicious, aren’t you baby?” Jennifer moaned in agreement.
Ashley then shoved the toes of her freshly sweaty right foot in front of Jennifer’s lips. “Lick in between each toe.” Jennifer obeyed. The vile odor and taste of the sweat filled her mouth and covered her tongue as she licked, almost overwhelming the intense orgasm building from deep within her, but she didn’t care. She needed to cum, and she would do anything Ashley’s asked of her. Ashley knew it was almost time.
Ashley again pushed the vibrator firmly up against Jennifer’s most sensitive spots, sending electric pleasure all around Jennifer’s body and giving her goosebumps all over her pelvis. Her butt was desperately wiggling around, trying to force the vibrator to work faster. Jennifer felt an even more powerful orgasm than the last one building, and prayed that Ashley would let her cum this time. Ashley was painfully close as well, and furiously rubbed her own clit.
“Suck the sweat from my toes baby. I want you to taste it. Does it make you even wetter?” The damnable truth of it for Jennifer was, of course, that it did intensify her pleasure. Significantly. Her boring idiot of a boyfriend had never even remotely brought her this far with her body, and as repulsive as Ashley’s sweat tasted, it also tasted amazing. She wanted to suck the sweat and dirt completely off Ashley’s feet while cumming all over the vibrator and her bed. She sucked with greater intensity and eagerly devoured the sweat and stench from Ashley’s toes. Jennifer needed Ashley’s scent; she needed to cum while serving as Ashley’s humiliated helpless foot cleaner.
Jennifer’s renewed vigorous sucking pushed Ashley over the edge, and she screamed in pleasure, cumming three times. Jennifer was so unbearably close, and hearing Ashley cum pushed her to the very edge. Ashley came to her senses and saw Jennifer hadn’t cum yet, so she pushed the vibrator more firmly against Jennifer’s clit. “That’s right baby, you belong to me now. You are going to cum all over me and this vibrator. Cum to the taste of my scent.” Ashley stretched herself a bit so Jennifer was sucking her left toes clean, and inserted a finger gently into Jennifer’s ass while working the vibrator against her most sensitive spots. That was the last encouragement Jennifer needed.
The orgasm hit Jennifer like TNT. She practically screamed bloody murder as the first one hit her. She pushed her body against the vibrator and Ashley’s finger as hard as she possibly could as the waves crashed over her entire body. Ashley thought Jennifer might break the straps from pulling against them so hard. Jennifer wasn’t finished, however, and felt three more similar orgasms slam into her, one after the other. The lingering flavor and smell of Ashley’s feet all over her face and in her mouth intensified each orgasm as they exploded from within her in succession. Jennifer then collapsed, thoroughly spent, completely soaked in a mix of Ashley’s sweat and her own. Ashley crawled up and lovingly released Jennifer from her bonds, rubbing each strained limb, and kissed Jennifer deeply, tasting her own dirt and sweat. It was intoxicating.
With Jennifer’s help, Ashley finally passed calculus, and the two jointly “convinced” her advisor to reinstate her in the program against University policy. She wound up with phenomenal grades and a partial scholarship to Wharton after dominating the GMAT, where she and Jennifer went together. Ashley and Jennifer went on to become addicts of each other’s foot scents, and Jennifer found a love for her own nylon foot sweat after work each day at a powerful investment banking firm. She spent many an evening sniffing her shoes and nylon soles and fingering herself silly. Ashley took up consulting, learning to use her feet and legs to her advantage when she noticed her clients checking them out to satiate their secret foot fetishes. Ashley joined in her love of Jennifer’s feet, and the two of them shared many a night cumming furiously to their foot scents.
Zane, on the other hand, ended up a dropout pouring coffee at the local hipster joint for $8.50 an hour. Oops.
Happily ever after?
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