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My
wife took a few seconds to look me over and then laughed. “My this does excite you doesn’t it? Why I don’t think I have ever seen your
little weenie as hard as it is now. Why
if I was to let you fuck me, I might even feel it brushing the sides of my
cunt. But, that isn’t going to happen
anytime soon. Right now I want to see
what a good little bootlicker you are.
Turn to the side a little bit. I
want to be able to see your tongue cleaning my boots.”
So
I did as she told me, got on my knees off to the side, picked her left boot up
and started to lick from the bottom up.
Since they were not really dirty, I did not spend a lot of time in any
one area and it did not take to long for me to have covered most of the boot
with my tongue before she stopped me.
“Is
that the way that you do it every time?” she asked. “Do you always start at the bottom and work your way up?”
I
really did not know how to answer that question. “I am not sure I have a particular pattern. Why do you ask?”
“Well,
it might be alright since it is obvious that my boots have been cleaned and
polished since the last time I wore them.
But, if they were really dirty all you would accomplish is to spread the
filth from the bottoms to the top unless you spent a lot of time cleaning your
tongue between sections. Perhaps I
should go walk in the mud and let you see what I mean.”
Thankfully,
she did not get up and head outside but rather just told me to continue. So I switched my position to the other side
and then proceeded to lick her other boot.
This time however, I did take her suggestion and started at the top and
worked down towards her sole. When I
was finished with her boot, I looked for her approval and started to rise.
“What
are your doing?” she demanded. “You
having finished your task.”
“I
don’t understand,” I said. “What more
did you want me to do?”
“Well,
for one thing, you haven’t cleaned the soles, or do you think you are to good
to lick the soles of my boots.”
I
had to hesitate at that. I had never
licked the soles of her boots, not completely anyway. And I realized that the soles of those boots were one thing that
was probably very dirty.
“I
am sorry, Mary, do you really want me to lick the soles?”
For
an answer she just raised the sole of her boot to my mouth and pressed it hard
against my lips. “Yes, I want you to
lick them and they better be sparkling clean when your done.” And with that she looked down at my cock;
which was standing straight up in the air.
“And looking at your little thing, I see that the thought of licking the
filth off my boots appeals to you.
And
so I started to lick those soles. I had
only covered a short distance and my tongue started to drag. I had to stop and draw a little saliva into
my mouth to try and get my tongue go slide again.
Mary
noticed this and demanded that I open my mouth and show her my tongue. “Yes, that is what I am talking about. You are lucky the whole boot is not that
dirty. Scrape your tongue on your
teeth; then wet it again and swallow.
Repeat that until I tell you that it is clean enough to start again.”
Mary
was very demanding and by the time she was satisfied that both boots were clean
to her specification my legs were almost cramped. And I had lost my hard on as well.
Noticing
that, Mary started to laugh at me.
Well, look at that, I guess you didn’t want to jack off after all. But I was so looking foreword to seeing you
masturbate. With that she took the toe
of her boot and began shoving it against by testicle sack. When I didn’t respond, she applied even more
pressure. “You better find a way to get
it up, or I might have to step on your balls with my boots. Would you like that
bootlicker? Yes, I think I will call
you bootlicker from now on. Your not
man enough to have a real name. What do
you think, bootlicker?”
I
just hung my head in shame, but amazingly my cock started to respond
again. I guess her humiliating me was
what I needed to become aroused.
“Now
that is more like it, bootlicker. Now
let me see if I can masturbate you with my boots.” And she then started to rub my cock with the soles of her
boots. It was actually quite painful,
as the sole would drag against the tender skin of my cock. But fortunately there was also a lot of pre
cum and in no time both of her boot soles were slippery with it. And as excited as I had been it did not take
her very long before, I started to spurt my load all over the toes and soles of
her boots.
“There
now I bet that was better than doing it yourself. But look at the mess you have made of my nice clean boots. I think you better clean up after yourself,
don’t you?”
Now
for any of you that have thought about eating your own cum, but have yet to try
it you may have a surprise in store.
While the idea might be exciting when you are masturbating, as soon as
you have shot your load the idea goes away.
The idea becomes extremely repugnant.
And just the thought was enough to make me want to gag.
“Please,
don’t make me do that. I am not some
faggot that eats cum.”
Instead
of speaking, Mary got up out of the chair, walked around so she was directly in
front of me and jammed the toe of her boot hard between my legs. I was not expecting that and so my testicles
were exposed with no protection. Pain
exploded into my balls and traveled upwards into my stomach. I immediately bent over and using my hands
to the best of my ability I tried to protect myself incase she decided to
follow up with another strike. And she
did follow it up, this time hitting me squarely in the back of my hand. That caused me to jerk my hands away and
whip them behind my back. That was
another mistake as I immediately took another kick to my now exposed
balls. Not wanting to take any more
punishment to my hands I pulled my legs together as tight as I could. And I have to tell you I was now crying like
a little baby.
“Have
you learned your lesson, bootlicker?” she demanded. “When I tell you to do something you damned well better do
it. Now, get your tongue busy and clean
your mess off of my boots.”
Having
no other choice but pain or a mouthful of cum, I chose the latter. And she made sure that I got every single
drop even what had been smeared on the hard wood floor. I was almost sick to my stomach by the time
I finished.
“Can,
I get up now and go brush my teeth?” I asked.
“You
can get up and go stand in that corner.” She said. “And step back a little and put your nose against the wall. And you won’t be brushing your teeth
tonight. I want to make sure you really
enjoy the taste in your mouth. And of
course that means you won’t be getting any dinner or anything to drink before
bed either.” And then I heard her
laughing as she left the room.
I don’t know how long I stood there with my nose against the
wall but I do know that the strain on my back and legs was causing me severe
pain. Add to that the pain I felt from
having my balls busted by her boots and I was in agony. I was beginning to now realize that
sometimes fantasy and reality are very different animals. I was thinking that perhaps giving up
licking her boots and shoes would be a
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