Indian Femdom Has Her Feet Worshipped

The skin of their dicks was a dark brownish-red that flushed redder as they pulsed larger and larger. I could see they foot fetish wore matching chunky steel cockrings that even as big as they were seemed too tight and small to fit either man, their boners grew and grew and the thick tissues were puffily constricted where their man-meat squeezed out of the chrome metal . “You’re gonna be a good Bitch for us, aren’t you?!?” Tony surprised me when pushed out his hips and he slapped my face hard with his now steely erection, making my face sting so much tears filled my eyes and I could feel my cheek turning red where his meaty rigid bar had struck me. I looked up to see Terry and Leeah standing over me grinning, the tent in Lees dress blatantly apparent; I remembered Leeah was hung HUGE and now the outline of the G-String she was wearing showed it was barely amateur contained. She flipped up her dress, saying” I bet you’ve missed this!” pulling up and out her black pecker sprung out over her panties, bobbing up and down. She giggled, dropping her dress back down over it. Her skirt lifted and fell sexily with each pulse and twitch of her pole, I couldn’t help but have a hard-on as I was mesmerized by the erotic beauty of her gloriously standing before me. Terry slid his arm around her slim waistline, reaching over to squeeze her penis through the hanging fabric, stroking it a few times through the print material, “You’d like some of this, wouldn’t you? Of course, who wouldn’t? But would your Wife approve?” he asked. “How much would you pay for her NOT to find out what’s happening today?” He was breathing hard and grinning like a Cheshire Cat the whole time. I could tell he wasn’t just getting off on humiliating me, but also on Lee’s mesmerizing sexuality and thinking of the orgy to come. I was so focused on the four of them I failed to notice Jake setting up a camera on a tripod until I looked past them; I bolted upright and saw out of the corner of my eye another small camera clipped to the lamp on the nearby end table. Terry laughed and started to undress, “You don’t think I’m NOT filming this?!?! I’ve got you by the balls and WE are going to keep you there. This won’t cost you too much, but don’t worry, this won’t end up on the web as long as you co-operate. We won’t ask for much.” It was true when I said,” I don’t have access to much of her fortune, it’s handled by a board.”. “We know that dumbshit, here’s our proposition; we want you to go in on our bar with us. You foot the $10,000 it’s been costing us a month and claim you’re a businessman so your Wife and the Board are happy, we get half the profits off the bar so you can pay back the bill and have more than just a little left over to make it all look good.” I had several businesses before, including a bar, and I knew this would have to be one hell of a bar to cover a $10,000 outlay each month, and I skeptically said so. “Well, it’s not just a Gay Bar, in the basement after hours we have a little bathhouse type sex club going on, patrons only, that we’d like to dress up and expand on. We charge $200 a month to join and the five of us ‘man’ the operation so to speak, it’s open weekends and two nights a week, and we already have 23 regular customers.” “Sounds like prostitution to me!” I indignantly stated, to which Terry laughed, “It would be, except we are all owners of the Bar and we take and share our profit from there. Plus we have a legitimate license for the basement, so the parties are all considered business, no matter what goes on there! So, are you going to be willing to help make this a success, or should we just fuck you now and screw you after we leave?” My mind was reeling but I wasn’t going to have time to think about it now, fearfully yet almost happily I said, “I guess I’m your Bitch…” Everyone’s erections had subsided somewhat during this exchange, they wanted to get my co-operation as bad as anything else, and I felt extra naughty now knowing I was going to have sex with all of them now as well as having access to my own personal gay sex club! Billy wasted no time, pulling me backwards onto the couch and promptly pushing his semi-soft boner in my face, “Don’t think we’re letting you off easy, you’re still MY Bitch today, even if you’re my Boss next week!” I opened my mouth to take it in and I almost pushed it away as the smell of old sweat and cum filled my mouth and nose, and I suppressed my gag reflex as the metallic taste of dried on sex juices that covered him hit my tongue. There was the faint smell of feces in the hair of his lightly furred crotch, but that was the one thing I couldn’t taste on his beat-red and brown stained cockflesh and having no choice I began to work my mouth around his organ. I felt a strong hand on the back of my head grab me by the hair, then cram my face down all the way to Billy’s metal cockring, crushing and bruising my lips against it which made me instinctively struggle to try to pull back. Billy quickly grabbed me firmly with both hands on the back of my skull and began to grind his now throbbing erection down my throat, making me gag softcore hard and choke and thrash on his fuckstick. Tears covered my face and snot began to run out of my nose and I tried to jerk away but Terry’s voice filled my ears,” Suck him BITCH!”. It was his hand behind my head forcing me into place while Billys member throbbed even bigger inside my jaws, bumping slimy against the back of my throat and making me choke over and over. I thought I was going to puke from gagging but fortunately I hadn’t eaten since the night before. I couldn’t see through my sweat and fluid covered eyelids but I felt rough hands lift my legs up off the floor, hoisting my ass into the air while someone else literally tore my undies off. I slid down in the couch cushions which made Billy wrap his right arm firmly around the back of my head to hold me in place while he remained pulling and pushing his meat in my mouth with the left. I could barely breathe as snot and tears and leaking jizz clogged my indian runny nose as he continued to hump my wet sloppy face. My pecker was semi-soft until I felt a delicate finger lubed with what felt like spit slide into my tight asshole and I grew instantly hard. I was a very tight fit because I only dildoed myself occasionally but the worming finger felt so delicious I reached around and rubbed the soft hand doing me. I wasn’t surprised it was definitely Leeahs. “You remember this, don’t you Ray?” she almost whispered then slid a second wet finger into me. Whoever was holding my legs up effortlessly lifted me higher to give her better access to my bottom, and I realized it must be Tony because Terry was yards away when he said to Jake “let’s get out some lube”. I could see better now since Billy had pulled some of his enormous pecker out of my throat, allowing me to wipe my eyes while I continued to work my lips and tongue on his big cockhead. I looked out of the corner of my eye to see Leeah sitting beside me on the right side of the couch as she moved her nimble fingers, her slim hand in up to the last joint, almost entirely inside me. Her dress was still on but I could feel her hot organ pressing against the side of my leg through the light fabric as hard as a steel bar. My left hand was massaging the loose skin on Billys shaft against my lips so I reached over and grabbed Leeahs pole through the fabric of her skirt and started to stroke her, the cloth barrier wrapped inside my hand held in place against her cockskin and moving them together up and femdom down as a unit. “Mmmhm” she purred “Do that nice and slow…” as I did I could feel a wet spot forming on my thigh where her cockhead slid around my thigh and pre-cum oozed through her dress onto me. Once I pulled up the foot fetish other stocking the same way, I stood fully upright, turned and started for the doorway to get the corset from him. And warm," she commented as if to herself. It is obvious that you’ve plotted this course with much forethought.” amateur Our eyes locked for softcore a matter of seconds before he pushed past me put the door, “no hard feelings” I said quietly to him just so he would here. I thought it was something you aren’t interested in. 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