Chapter 34: Worshiped vice
Kim’s pink lips stretched obscenely around the fat head of my monstrosity, her jaw already trembling from the sheer girth.
Thick bubbles of saliva escaped the corners of her lips the instant she forced another inch inside.
"Mmmh.. gawklurp~~"
She pulled off with a wet pop, gasping, eyes glassy with lust.
"It’s so big." She whimpered, voice hoarse. "I can’t take that, look at it."
"Come here." I growled.
I picked Kim up like she weighed nothing — heels clanking on the floor as they fell off her feet— and dumped her on the leather couch like she was some sack of potatoes.
Her back struck against the cool brown leather and bounced back — completely spilling her tits free as her shoulder laces disheveled to her arms.
Her bottom half was still covered until I stripped her in one smooth motion.
Her pupils blew wide. A desperate whine tore from her throat.
My cock throbbed even harder as the room lights bathed on her — her skin glowed rose-gold, poreless, flawless, every inch waxed and oiled.
Not a single sag or blemish — she looked like the epitome of a sinister ageless witch.
Her panties were an obscene scrap of soaked lace, the thin crimson long string disappeared between her ass cheeks.
While the upper half was swallowed by the puffy, glistening lips of her cunt — lips so engorged they framed the fabric in a perfect, lewd outline.
The toy still remained perfectly buried in her pussy.
Everything exposed on display for me, showing off her drenched pussy that was soaking wet and needy.
I moved closer, frantically taking my clothes off, but my belt remained stationed in my hand.
I lunged my weight over her, wrapping the belt around her neck and slipping it into the buckle to tighten it.
Her nipples tightened the more I spanked her tits, leaving it sour and stif, unexpectedly giving them a brutal twist.
"YOU BASTARD!" She cried, voice shaking as the sharp stinging pain shot down her spine.
"Ohh. I’m I?" I gave her another brutal twist that had her eyes rolling in their sockets.
"You’re dripping all over my couch like the slutty thing you are."
I gripped the belt’s tail and fell against the other side of the couch.
One Vice that l never left behind was the way I overly fantasized about Kim’s feet.
I never got the chance to stand a meter next to Kim in my past life. So I secretly smelled her after work shoes, as the perpetual loser I once was.
But this time I had every right to do whatever I wanted with it, and I’m going to make those feet work for me.
"Use your feet." I commanded.
Just staring at her, arms resting high and low on the soft leather couch, letting my dominance aura roll over in waves.
Kim’s gaze flicked up to mine, pleading.
She raised her legs slowly, letting her back heel’s drag up my thighs. She sat upright and wedged herself with her hands.
She didn’t hesitate.
She spat once, the saliva landed right on my cock.
My jaw clenched in anticipation.
Her both heels trailed up until she was pressing her sole flat against my thick shaft.
I sucked in a hard breath. ’Holy fuck.’
"Can’t even compare." She whispered, voice cracking with awe. "You’re cock is bigger that my fucking feet, Kenji."
Pressing her sole harder against my shaft, feeling it twitch. The monstrous length still jutted upward like a spear, angry and glistening.
She started moving.
Her feet traced from the base of my shaft all the way to my leaking tip with the laziest stroke she could manufacture.
"Is that all you can do?"
Kim looked at me puzzled like I undermined all her efforts. But it just wasn’t hard enough.
It was a disappointing stroke that felt more like a brush.
I grabbed both her ankles, wrapping my hands around her bare feet, I crushed them around my cock, the scorching heat of my pulsing shaft against her bare soles punched air out of her lungs.
I was rigid and leaking, smearing my sticky heat across her skin as I rolled my hips, fucking the tight gap between her soles.
’Oh fuck! My feet look so pretty being toyed with by this little pervert.’ Kim watched, mesmerized. Her pussy throbbed so hard it ached.
I scooped the bead of my precum pooling on her toes with two fingers and forced it past her lips without warning, her eyes rolled back as she tasted me.
"MmmmhH~~"
"Don’t waste a single drop." I growled, fucking her mouth roughly with my fingers.
She gasped as I added the third, hitting the back of her throat, and pausing deep inside to make her gag.
Her neck pulsed against the belt, her nipples were so swollen they were engorged and hypersensitive, aching so bad she whimpered each time her breasts jiggled.
With live example I’d given earlier, she didn’t stop.
She squeezed both feet around my shaft, her sole pressing together and toes curling over that flushed tip.
’So hot, I’m getting dizzy.’ Kim’s vision blurred as I choked her with the belt.
Her feet moved faster as my hips rolled upward.
Another wave of precum spurted and dribbled around her toes.
The tables had turned, and roles had switched.
"Open that pretty mouth." I commanded, picked her feet up slightly, offering it back to her.
"Suck my cum off those toes like the filthy slut you are. Don’t waste a single drop."
"Fuck." Kim gasped, glancing at her toes that were drenched in her stepson’s, sticky precum, then she looked at me.
’I was going to do that without you saying, brat.’
She grabbed her own ankle, and pulled her foot towards her mouth, and dragged her tongue slowly across her white manicured toenails.
The salty taste of my cock filled her mouth.
’God.. I love this brat’s cum, so addictive.’ She moaned shamelessly — savoring every drop while holding her gaze at me the entire time.
She licked between each toe thoroughly, her tongue dragged through every trace of my cum. And her eyes never left mine.
"Fuck.." I cursed, at the mesmerizing sight this alternate universe kept blessing me with.