3 comments/ 13657 views/ 3 favorites The Gas Station By: aspiringromantic ******** Chapter 1 ******** I wasn't particularly successful with women in my youth. I did okay. I dated in high school and college and I had a few steady girlfriends, but I was never much of a pick up artist. Most of the girls I ended up with were friends first, or at least acquaintances. When it came to picking up women at a party or in a bar, I usually failed miserably when I tried. Not that I tried that often. I was scared of rejection, even from a stranger. Or maybe I was scared of being teased by my friends. Or having her friends laugh at me when I was walking away with my tail between my legs. I guess it was about two or three years ago, when I was in my mid-twenties, that I came to the conclusion that being rejected wasn't a big deal. Sure, my pride would take a hit, but it wasn't the kind of thing I couldn't get over quickly. But I was a little embarrassing to get rejected in front of a group of people. Fortunately, I also realized that you didn't need to hang out at bars to meet women, and you didn't have to travel in a group. You pass hundreds of single people in every day life, and if you can find an excuse to establish a conversation, it's often much easier to get a phone number at an unexpected time. Armed with my knew knowledge, my social life picked up quite a bit, and, subsequently, so did my sex life. I found myself meeting interesting women standing in check out lines or just killing time at the book store. Things were going pretty well for me. Still, on the day in question I could have never guessed that stopping to fill up my car would eventually lead to a mid-afternoon romp with a soccer mom. ******** Chapter 2 ******** I've always been a good girl. At least for the most part. I was a shy kid and never cared much for going to parties or socializing in high school. I've never had a lot of confidence in my looks, though people have told me I'm cute. My breasts started to develop at a young age, so I was teased by the girls, and I was taller than most of the boys. At sixteen I'd reached my full height of five foot nine and it made me feel silly and oafish next to all the petite little girls at school. While they were blessed with wavy blonde hair or silky, dark locks, my own hair was very straight and just plain, light brown. When I told people I wanted to be a teacher, they always said "you look like one." I guess that means I look like a typical, conservative, girl-next-door. I focused on my studies in school, but I did meet a nice boy my junior year. We took things slowly and didn't actually have sex until we'd gone off to college. Even then, it didn't happen often. I stayed near home and he went away to school, so we only saw each other every few months. Of course that couldn't last, and we broke up at the end of our freshman year. I waited a healthy amount of time and eventually started dating again. The next guy I slept with was John, and it was only after we were together for three months. Again, he was a good boy—and honor student with his eyes on law school. He was perfectly normal on the surface and my friends and parents loved him, but as our sexual relationship blossomed, he started to show a kinky side that made me uncomfortable. Any time he saw something on the internet he wanted to try it, and sometimes it was filthy. I couldn't oblige him and he ended up cheating on me. I was devastated. Remember how I said I was a good girl "most of the time?" Well I guess you could call my junior year at college the exception. I took the break up with John pretty hard. It was right around my twenty-first birthday and I ended up taking a pretty strong interest in drinking. That led to some bad decisions. A night of drinking and dancing at a frat party ended the next morning when I woke up naked with a guy I didn't know. There were a few more nights like that. I guess you could say I hit a low point that winter when I went to a bar with some friends dressed in a short skirt and knee high boots. I'd made some interesting friends in my "wild" period, and the night ended with me and a girl I barely knew making out for her boyfriend, kind of as a joke at first, but the situation quickly changed and we ended up in a threesome. After that night I kind of straightened out a bit. Looking back, I still feel a bit guilty about the things that happened that year, but I honestly can't say that I regret it. There was something exciting about choosing my partners in the heat of the moment. I sowed by wild oats, like most people do in college, and I think that was a good thing. The next year I met Vance, another good boy, and we got married shortly after we graduated. I taught for a year before getting pregnant, then we decided it would be best if I took care of the baby. Fast-forward to the present. I'm twenty-eight years old, I've been married for six years, and my son just started kindergarten this fall. Vance and I had been talking about a second child, but it hasn't happened yet. Honestly, the fire has gone out a bit. He's still a good guy. We don't ever argue. But sometimes I wonder where the passion went. Of course, we never discuss this because he's always at work. My kid plays soccer and I drive an SUV, so I guess I've become the stereotypical neglected, bored housewife. ******** Chapter 3 ******** It started off as a pretty typical day for me. Just an ordinary working Thursday. I'd been putting in a lot of hours on a big project lately, and a long, dull meeting in the morning left me feeling drained and a bit irritable. I suddenly wanted to get away from it all, so when the meeting ended at lunch time, I decided to take the afternoon off. It was a cool, autumn afternoon and I was sure I could find a better way to spend my time. I was driving through town on my way home when the gas light came on in my car, so I whipped it into the next gas station and pulled up to the pump. I was filling the tank when the blue SUV pulled in on the opposite side of the island. I guess I noticed Wendy as soon as she got out of the car. It had become natural for me to notice women in even the most ordinary places. Some women just look like soccer moms, and that pretty much described Wendy. She was tall, with light brown hair pulled back in a pony tail. She was dressed in pale blue sweats and a gray hooded sweat shirt, so it was hard to tell much about her figure, but I was interested. Her face was ordinary, but still pretty, even though she wasn't wearing an ounce of makeup. I was brainstorming for a way to start up a conversation when I was fortunately given an opening. Her gas pump wouldn't start. I gave her a polite smile and made a joke. She smiled back. It was kind an embarrassed grin and it lit up her face. "You'd think I'd know how to start a gas pump by now," she said. "It's been that kind of day for me." I offered my help and we got it figured out. There was a lever that she'd forgotten to flip up. My pump had stopped, so I knew I didn't have much excuse to keep standing there, but she didn't seem to mind my attention. It had been a frustrating day already, so I felt I had nothing to lose. "This is a little weird," I stammered. "But there's a little place around the corner. Would you like to get a coffee or something." ******** Chapter 4 ******** My typical day consists of housework and taking care of son and husband, so it's hard to believe that things can ever go really wrong. Still, it started off as a pretty terrible Thursday for me. Vance was on the road for work, which made mornings a bit more hectic. I'd gotten caught by the train taking my son to school, so he was late. When I got home I had a mess of laundry to do and the dog had made a mess on the carpet. Around lunch time, I realized I had no food in the house. I decided to go to the grocery store to get something for dinner. I just threw on some sweats, pulled my hair back, and didn't even bother with any makeup or jewelry—including my wedding ring. About halfway to the store I realized I was out of gas, so I pulled into a station. I was moping a bit in my mind and not paying attention to anything in particular. I noticed the dark sedan across from me, but I didn't even notice Lukas at first. After a few years of marriage, you don't see guys the same way. With my head up in the clouds, I didn't even realize that I needed to flip the lever up to make the pump work. I stared at it like an idiot for a minute before I noticed the guy across from me staring. Lukas was an average looking guy. Tall, reasonably fit, with dark hair. He was dressed in a button down and slacks like he'd just come from the office. Embarrassed, I tried to make a joke about my situation. He gracefully offered to help. I was just holding the nozzle now and staring at it, and he took it from my hand, placed it in the car, and flipped the switch. I thanked him without thinking much of it. I was sure he thought I was a complete ditz, but I didn't really care. Instead of crossing the island and going back to his car, he lingered for a few minutes. It had been quite a while since a guy openly flirted with me, but I still recognized what was happening. I was surprised at first, but I was also flattered. It made me feel a little better about my day. As I've said, I've always had some self-confidence issues, and it was nice to receive that sort of attention while I was standing at a gas pump in my sweat pants. Deep down, maybe I was suspicious. Do guys really hit on women with giant child seats in their car window? But it seemed like harmless fun, so I played along, laughing at his silly jokes and smiling a little too much. His car finished filling up long before mine, but Lukas still hung around, shifting his weight from foot to foot. He almost looked nervous, and I thought it was kind of cute. And then he asked me to get coffee. Honestly, I was surprised, despite the flirting. My first instinct was to tell him I was married. My second was to make some other excuse. I really DID have a lot of shopping to do. But I didn't do either of those things. "Okay," I responded. "But I'm buying. I might still be staring at the gas pump like an airhead if it weren't for you." ******** Chapter 5 ******** Right up the road there was an old house that had been converted to a quaint little restaurant that served breakfast and lunch. It was still crowded when we pulled up. The parking lot was actually full, but there was an alley behind the building. I pulled in and parallel parked. Wendy did the same. We went in and were able to find the last table. Wendy insisted I get a sandwich and it was her treat. We ate and the conversation flowed naturally. As the crowd started to thin out with people returning to work, we ordered pie and coffee. We talked and laughed and flirted with all I had. I was starting to feel pretty confident. I thought maybe I'd get her number and we'd go out on the weekend. I was discretely feeling her out to see what kind of things she liked doing. ******** Chapter 7 ******** Driving from the gas station, there was a moment when I felt really guilty. I knew what I was doing was wrong. I had a husband and a child. But it still seemed harmless. The attention was nice, and I wasn't going to mislead Lukas. Well, not any more than I already had. After we got our food he really turned on the charm. It was kind of dorky, but I liked it. He had a self-deprecating sense of humor that I appreciated. He asked a lot of questions about me, feeling me out. He also slipped in a lot of compliments. I know it's silly, but I could feel myself beaming like a school girl. I hadn't received that kind of attention in years, if ever. He was a courteous, perfect gentleman. The place closed at two, and by that time we were the only people left there exept the proprietor. For the last half hour Lukas had been asking a lot about my favorite restaurants and so forth. I felt like he was getting ready to ask me out. That made me a little nervous. I knew I'd have to let him down soon, and then it would be back to real life. It was ending too soon. ******** Chapter 7 ******** At two, Wendy and I were pretty much ushered out the back door. I could have stayed there for hours, but they place was closing. I walked her to her car, which was right behind mind, and we stood beside it talking for a few minutes. I was getting ready to ask for her number. I started by telling her what a nice day it had been. Before I could finish, she was kissing me. ******** Chapter 8 ******** "You know, it's been a really long time since I've had such a great afternoon. You're a fantastic person to spend time with, and I'm not just saying that because you're beautiful." That's what he said to me, with a little wink and a grin at the end. And then I kissed him. It wasn't premeditated at all. I just reacted to his words, silly though they may be. I felt a sudden gush of warmth and I had to kiss him. ******** Chapter 9 ******** One minute it was a slow kiss on the lips, but then it was suddenly something more. Wendy's lips parted and she let me slide my tongue into her mouth. I pressed her against the side of her car. My cock was getting hard. Wendy gasped for breath as I started kissing her cheeks. I kissed her chin. I ran my lips along her neck. Instinctively, I cupped her ass with my hands. ******** Chapter 10 ******** It was broad daylight and we were standing in an alley, but there was nobody around. When he pressed me against the car, it set me on fire. His lips were on my chin, then on my neck. I couldn't remember being so turned on in years. Not since that one year in college. He fondled my ass and I loved it. I nervously looked both ways. There was nobody around. "The car," I panted. "Let's get in the car." ******** Chapter 11 ******** She could barely find her keys in her purse. Her hands were shaking. I couldn't believe what was happening, but I was more than willing to go with the flow. Seconds later the two of us were awkwardly fumbling with the child seat on the bench, trying to unhook it and throw it to the back of the SUV. Wendy was on her back on the bench seat. I was on top, her legs wrapped around me. I grabbed the zipper of her sweat shirt and pulled it down in a rush. "Wow," I said without thinking. "That top wasn't doing your figure justice." She didn't have on a t-shirt beneath, just a lacy, champagne color bra that clasped in the front. It seemed to be straining to contain two large, shapely breasts. ******** Chapter 12 ******** After we were in the car, there was only a brief moment when I stopped to reconsider things. Lukas unzipped my top and started to tug my pants down. "Wait," I almost shouted. He gave me a puzzled look. I could feel my cheeks getting red. "I'm wearing granny panties." He just smiled. "You won't be for long." ******** Chapter 13 ******** They weren't really granny panties that she had on, just plain, somewhat modest, white cotton panties with little roses on them. They were soaked. I tugged them off with her pants and the smell of her sex filled the car. I buried my face in her thick black bush and inhaled the scent. With my tongue, I flicked at her clit as I slid one finger into her pussy and then a second. She just moaned my name in response. I snaked my tongue around her clit and then lapped at rapidly as she squirmed on the seat. ******** Chapter 14 ******** I couldn't remember the last time my husband had gone down on me. Lukas's tongue felt like heaven. I through my head back and groaned as he moved it faster and faster. Here we were in an alley in the middle of the day, but I didn't care at all. He finger fucked me and lapped at my clit again. I pushed a cup down on my bra and started playing with my own nipples, pulling and twisting them. I could feel myself losing control. I closed my knees tightly on his head, sucked in a deep breath and then felt myself EXPLODE. ******** Chapter 15 ******** "Fuck me. Fuck me NOW," she said. I opened my pants and pulled out my hard prick. Wendy sat up and leaned against the back of the bench. I got between her thighs, grabbed the seat back for leverage and thrust into her like a jackhammer. The seat started creaking and the vehicle swayed violently. "Fuck me harder. Fuck me HARD," she grunted. She was so wet that I could feel her juices running down my thighs. I unclasped her bra and freed her big tits. Her pony tail had come out at some point and her hair was a damp mess. The soccer mom I'd seen at the gas station had been replaced by an amateur porn star. ******** Chapter 16 ******** His cock felt absolutely massive inside of me. The car suspension was actually creaking as he buried it in me again and again. My breasts swayed violently. He fondled and kissed them as he fucked me. I couldn't form a rational thought. All I could do was ask for him to give it to me harder. I was aching to come again. ******** Chapter 17 ******** "I'm gonna go," I started panting. "Not yet," she pleaded. I focused my energy on her. I pulled her hair back with one hand and lifted her ass with the other. My thumb pressed gently at her ass hole and suddenly she was convulsing, climaxing a second time. I let myself go. With a few final, violent thrusts I felt myself erupt. I moaned her name and then collapsed on top of her. We kissed like old lovers as we sat tangled up in the back seat of her car. ******** Chapter 18 ******** The afterglow lasted several minutes before the shock set in. Then I realize what we'd done—what I'd done—and where we were. I started searching for my clothes. He picked up my panties first. "I'll give these back if you give me your phone number." I wasn't sure what to do. "I'm not sure that's such a good idea," I said finally. He looked surprised. And hurt. I knew he was a good guy for sure at that point, and it hurt be a little, too. ******** Chapter 19 ******** "I don't do this all the time," she said as we dressed. "You know that right?" "Yeah. I didn't figure." I wasn't sure what to do next. I was surprised she hadn't offered her number. I hadn't been involved in many one night stands. Certainly not any where I was the prey. I tried to think of something nice to say but couldn't come up with anything. I was puzzled. I gave her a kiss on the neck and stepped out of the car. ******** Chapter 20 ******** He looked like a sad puppy getting out of the car. I wasn't feeling so hot either. It was obvious that he didn't know if he should say something or not. I didn't know either. "Well," he started. But he didn't finish. "I don't do this all the time either," he said. "I know you don't," I responded. I got out of the back seat and stood looking up at him. I gave him a kiss. I meant it to be just a peck, but it turned into something more. I could actually feel the heat building up inside me again. I had to force myself to step back. "I have to pick up my son from school," I said. "Do you have a business card or anything?" He nodded. I asked to have it and he gave it to me. "I'll call," I told him as I got in the front of the car and fired it up. "I promise that. This meant something to me." With that, I drove off and left him standing in the alley with a smile on his face and my panties in his pocket. The Gas Station Summer is coming to an end. Your wife is out of town with the kids for two weeks. Although you are sad to see them go, you are aroused at the free time which gives you a chance to play. You've always had a strong fantasy of kidnapping some unsuspecting young girl so you could tickle and rape her poor feet. You've been staying out of the house as much as possible in order to look at feet. In your mind you are playing the fantasy that you will actually try to kidnap someone. You are out looking for a victim. Of course this is all role play in your mind because you'd never take such a big risk and endanger everything you have created in your life. With that being said, you have taken the fantasy to the point of going and buying these super strong sleeping pills. You drive around town doing errands. In the grocery store you see a cute young college girl and casually follow her around the store. You are aroused while you mind role plays how you'd take her and what you'd do to her. You have been doing this for several days and haven't masturbated. Therefore you are extremely horny and it is clouding your judgement. You haven't yet seen a girl that motivates you into action. Leaving the grocery store and heading to your next stop, you pull up next to me at a traffic light. I'm sitting in my car listening to music and don't notice that I've captured your attention. From what you can see of me, you are very happy and your cock swells in your pants. You reach down and squeeze it several times as you watch me sitting there. You are DYING to know what my feet look like. The light turns green and you maneuver your way behind me. Lucky you for, we only drive a few blocks before I signal that I'm turning into a gas station. You follow a few cars back and turn into the gas station too. Pulling up at the pump across from me, you park. You are whispering under your breath as you continue to squeeze your hand on, "Come on, come on, get out of the car honey. Please tell you that you decided to show off your pretty little feet today." You almost double over when I step out of the car wearing a pink tank top, a jean skirt, and a pair of casual wedge heels. You get out of your car and top off your tank. We can't see each other's faces but you can see my feet. My cute little toes are freshly pedicured French style. I'm talking on my cell phone and unknowingly I give you several key pieces of information. I joke with my friend on the phone about how my husband is out of town and how I'm out shopping all day. You hear me say that I don't feel like going out tonight. In your mind you now know that nobody is going to be missing me for a little while. I go inside the store to buy a few things and you casually follow me inside. Staring at my feet the whole time. Walking behind me you get quick glimpses of my soles as they pull away from my wedge heels. You're now having a hard time walking with your erection! Standing behind me in line as I wait to pay you debate whether to talk to me and try to pick me up. You want me really fucking bad, but the idea of actually going through the kidnapping is hard to do. You aren't sure if you'll have the will to actually do it. You keep looking down at the floor and watching my feet. I have no idea what is going on. Maybe if I did I wouldn't of slid my right foot from my shoe and flex and point my toes. The shoes are sexy, but hard to walk in. It makes my feet feel better to slide each one out, bend my knee slightly backwards just outside of my shoe and point my toes. Once you see my soles wrinkle up, you have to fight the urge to run back to your car and jerk off. Having fun with the kidnap fantasy, you follow me around town as I run my errands. Your lust is really a fever pitch. As you watch my legs and ass as I walk in and out of each store. You've carried around a "kidnap kit" since your wife has been gone. You never really had the idea of actually using it, but you liked knowing that you could. Inside the kit you have lots of white rope, ball gags, sheer stockings, and a large variety of tickle tools. Finally I am driving again with you following. I drive out of town and into the country. You have decided that you are going to try to kidnap me. I approach a four way stop sign. You look around and see that there is no other traffic because we are far from anything. As I come to a stop, you allow your car to roll forward and you bump into me from behind. You get out of the car and run up to my door as I open it. "Oh my God, I am SO sorry! Are you okay?!?" you say. We walk back to my bumper and see that it is hanging down. "I am really sorry, let me call a tow truck for you because you can't drive this as the bumper will certainly fall off." You can see that I'm annoyed but not super pissed off. We exchange information and you walk back to your car telling me that you are calling your free roadside service. I sit back in my car so I have no idea that you aren't calling anyone, just pretending to. What you are really doing is dumping a lot of those sleeping pills into a water bottle. Walking back to my car door, you tell me that the tow truck is on it's way. I get out and don't feel the least bit threatened by you. "It's going to take the tow truck a while to get here. Here is some water." you say smiling with an outstretched hand. I smile back and thank you taking the water from you. We pull our cars off the road and into the parking lot of this abandoned old country store to await the "tow truck" that is never going to come. You watch as I sit in the driver's seat of my car sideways with my feet flat on the pavement. I'm drinking the water pretty fast. You tested these pills on yourself a while back and know what I'm going to be feeling soon. You know my movements will become very sluggish and I'll be unable to move before I finally pass out. You walk back and ready the kit, pulling the rope out. When you come back, you can see that I'm feeling it. My speech is slurred. "I feel so weird. Did, did, I hit my head when you, when you...ummm....bumped into me?" You know it won't be long until I am out cold. You want to say things to me that you always want to say to the young girls you see around with pretty feet. "You know, you might have hit your head. Better just stay sitting down so you don't fall off of those heels. I guess I could test your reflexes by taking your heels off and tickling the soles of your pretty little feet." I look up at you with my eyes saying, "What the fuck did you just say?" It's mixed with a look of confusion as I'm feeling very drunk. "What the....hell...does that, that...mean? Don't....tick...tickle my.... feet, that's just weird...you'd even say that....Why did, did...you say that? That's a stupid...thing to say...who goes around...wanting..asking to...tickle a stranger's feet? My feet are...extremely... ticklish...I'll slap...slap you if you...try to touch...or tickle my feeeeeeetttttt." My eyes are starting to close, but I'm barely hanging on. Before I finally go out you say, "Well young lady, today is not your lucky day. I drugged you. Once you fall asleep, I am going to tie you up, put a gag in that pretty mouth, and put you in my truck. I'm going to take you somewhere private where I am going to lick every inch of those feet, tickle the living shit out of you, and then finally I am going to rape your feet and cum ALL over them! You're gonna love it. Well actually you probably aren't, but that isn't my problem!" you chuckle. I try to stand up to run and you push me back down in the seat. I try to speak when my world goes black. You look around and make sure the coast is clear. My feet are still on the pavement and I'm laying on my back with my head in my passenger seat. You lean down and lift my feet off the ground and quickly strip my feet off. You make a happy moaning sound as you inspect my soles making sure I was worth it. Your hands stroke down my soles and feel how soft they are. Leaning in you kiss the balls of my feet and smell the slight smell of scented lotion from Bath and Body Works all over my pretty feet. There will be more time for this later and you put my wedges back on my feet. You slide me out of the car which makes my skirt ride up and you see my pink panties. Throwing my limp body over your shoulder you rush me to your car and place me in the truck. A HUGE ball gag is forcefully stuffed in my mouth. It's really too big and you are worried it might break my jaw since my mouth is small. Once secured behind my teeth it is buckled behind my head. I'm turned over and my wrists tied behind my back as well as my elbows. My ankles are tied together as well as my knees and thighs. You close the truck. You gather my stuff from my car and drive it over to the abandoned store. You write a note that says, "Broken down, will return for it later." You run back to your car and speed away. You know I'll be out for a while. You debate where to take me. Maybe in this old country store, maybe in the woods? You decide that you can have more privacy with me by taking me back to your house. It's dangerous, but you have a garage and you don't want to risk taking me to a cheap motel where you have to risk being seen taking me out of the truck. You honestly hadn't ever thought you'd really go through with this and you didn't fully plan out where to take your victim. Parking in your garage and closing the door, you leave me in the truck as you go to the guest bedroom and move all the pictures and anything else I could use to identify you. The bed is stripped to the bare mattress and you place the sheets over the furniture. The room looks very generic and you feel comfortable that I wouldn't be able to identify anything. You go back to the garage and carry me and my purse inside. Tossing my limp body on the bed. You sit next to me and pull my feet into your lap. You go through my purse and find my driver's license. "Well Miss Natalie, welcome to my home!" As I am still knocked out you untie me and slowly strip off all of my clothes, except for my shoes. You run your hands all over my body as I am on my back. Kissing my neck and working down to each of my breasts. Sucking on them and massaging them with your hands. Kissing down my tummy and kissing around my trimmed pussy. You fight the urge to hold my legs vertically and find out how tight my pussy is by fucking me deep and hard. My wrists are tied together again behind my back and my ankles together. You turn me over on my tummy and kneel down beside the bed. You'd rather me be awake for this, but I'm still knocked out. You slowly tug on my right wedge and loosen it from my foot. Wiggling it back and forth and you feel that it is free from my foot. You scoot really close and put your face inches from the sole of my shoe. Sliding it down towards the floor and you watch as each new part of my sole is made bare. My pink heels, my creamy white arch, the pink balls of my feet, again the creamy white under my toes, and finally the light pink color on each of my toe pads. You repeat the same with my other shoe and now my feet are bare. You lean in and place your face against my soles so that my toe pads are on your chin, your nose between my arches, and my heels against your forehead. My soles feel warm and slightly moist against your face. You smell a slight scent of sweat, scented lotion, and a hint of shoe. You breath deeply over and over again. Keeping your face pressed tightly against my captive soles as your lips kiss the skin in front of them. Leaning back you place your fingers on the tops of my feet and your thumbs into my soles. You bend my toes forcing them to point. You almost cum in your pants seeing how my soles wrinkle. You take your cock out and start masturbating to the view. It's difficult to keep for cumming all over them, but you definitely want me awake for that! You spend the next half hour licking, sucking, kissing, smelling EVERY inch of my feet. You stop when you hear me start to moan and try to move. I'm still really out of it. While my body is still mostly limp, you put me in a tight hogtie. You pull a chair around to my head and sit down. You wait until I am more awake. You see in my eyes as I start to figure out what has happened to me. I try to scream but the ball gag prevents that. I am tied tightly and trying to pull my hands and feet free. You reach out and stroke my hair and tell me to just relax. "Listen, I kidnapped you and as you can tell, there is no way you are going to escape. I want you to know that I am not going to hurt you, but I am going to do things with you that you might find a bit odd. Do what you are told and don't do anything stupid and you'll be released. If you try anything, I'll make sure you regret it. You might find this hard to believe, but you were kidnapped because you have such pretty little feet. I was already helping myself to them while you were sleeping. One thing you should know is that I coupled with my intense foot fetish is a tickle fetish. Let me show you what I mean." You climb on the bed beside me and start tickling the crap out of my feet!! I am trying to scream and thrash around. You tickle my soles for what feels like an hour. I am exhausted and my nostrils flair trying to catch my breath. Feeling me squirm against you combined with the feeling of total power you have over me has made you insanely horny. "Want me to stop torturing your ultra ticklish feet Natalie?" you ask. I nod hard. "I'm sure you must be. I've never seen such ticklish feet. Well Miss Natalie, if you suck my cock, I'll quit tickling you. Sound good?" I try to say "fuck you" through my huge gag and shake my head back and forth. You tell me to have it my way and go back to work tickling me nearly to death. Twice you stop and ask the same question as before. Each time I say no. Finally after a super long tickle session I feel like I am about to go insane. You ask again. I slowly nod my head. You walk around in front of me and strip nude. My eyes open wide when I see just how big it is! You rub the head of it over my lips and around my face. "I'm gonna take this gag out and you know what to do. Try to bite it and you'll never leave this room. Agreed?" you say. Again I nod. The gag is removed and your cock is slid into my mouth where I wrap my lips around it. You back arches from the warm, wet saliva. You hold my head and slowly thrust your hips. "Point your toes Natalie. That's it, but HARDER. Your toes should always be pointed!" Your cock shines with my saliva. You can't take much of this without cumming. You pull him out of my mouth and cut the rope holding my hands and feet together. My bound ankles lay flat on the bed. Walking around behind me, you pull my feet off the bed by my ankles. "Time for your first ever foot rape Natalie!" you exclaim. You slide it between my arches and use your hands to keep them pressed tightly together. Your thumbs massaging my wrinkled soles as you fuck my feet. It isn't long before you pull it out and aim it down at my soles as you jerk off like crazy. The next thing I feel is my soles being sprayed with a massive amount of cum! It is all over my wrinkled soles and dripping down to my toes. You nearly collapse from the strain. Before you pass out you walk back over and gag me again. "Take a nap Natalie. We are done with round one!"