I stood in the middle of the room, feeling completely naked, even though I was wearing simple black shorts and a T-shirt. My stepmother's command rang in my ears: "Wait. And behave yourself." Svetlana, my stepmother, sat on the sofa like a queen on a throne. Her legs, tanned and well-groomed, were gracefully crossed. On her feet were open-toed sandals with sky-high heels, accentuating every curve. Her pedicure was perfect, a blood-red polish, like drops of fresh blood on marble. She sipped her martini, her eyes sliding over me coldly and appraisingly. The door opened, and she walked in. Svetlana's friend, Veronica. I'd seen her a couple of times—tall, with shoulder-length dark hair and a piercing, predatory gaze. She was wearing a form-fitting black dress, and on her feet were the same sky-high stilettos, black, with pointed toes. “Veronica, my dear, come in,” Svetlana said languidly, without moving from her place. Veronica looked me up and down, a slight, mockin... continue reading

We sleep in the same bed... you, as usual, sleep at my feet... pressed against them...

I wake up earlier... with the usual movement of my heel I begin to rub your face... you wake up... lick it a little to me, letting me know that you woke up and, out of habit, get up and suck my morning boner... you are, as always, gentle and magnificent in this matter... you swallow all the sperm and lick your dick clean... I push you away with my foot and stand up...

We are going to the toilet... we are naked... however, as always after the night... you are my bedding... so you walk next to me on all fours, it turns out much slower than I walk, so I take you by the hair and drag you with me... it hurts... but you you endure...

We’ve reached it... you lift the seat, take my dick in your hand and point it into the toilet... I’ve been pissing for a long time, because I’ve been fucking you all night, my faithful whore...

Finally I’m done, you put the dick in your mouth, shake off the last drops... continue reading