Footrub Friday

I was sitting around my house watching tv and just waiting for my girlfriend, Karen, to come over after she went out with some of her friends for drinks. Karen is a gorgeous, buxom brunette, about 5’10” with long hair and captivating brown eyes, and I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her after a long few days apart. I rose when the doorbell rang and opened the door to find Karen dressed sexier than I had ever seen her. She obviously had gotten changed after work and looked jaw-droppingly hot in a short sparkly silver dress, sheer pantyhose, and matching strappy silver heels. I couldn’t even speak-my breath was taken away as I stared. “Hi baby!” she purred, giving me a hug and a long, sensuous kiss. Her seductive perfume filled my senses as she pressed her sexy body against me. I held her close, my cock starting to swell and press against her when I heard heels clicking and female laughter coming up the sidewalk. “I invited Simone and Rachel over for a “nightcap”.  I hope you don’t mind.”

I didn’t mind in the least.  Simone and Rachel were two of Karen’s sexiest friends, completely opposite types but equally hot.  Simone was a gorgeous punk chick, actually a couple inches taller then Karen, and very slender. She had long black hair which she wore in sexy bangs, always wore red lipstick and heavy eye makeup, and had lots of tattoos on her arms, legs and shoulders. Simone played bass in a local girl band that was just starting to get big. They were all very sexy and really talented, but it was hard not to just stare at Simone’s body when they played. She was very assertive and wild onstage, but quiet mostly when you hung out with her. Eventually when she got to know you she was really funny and interesting.  Because of her lifestyle, I assumed she had a kinky side, but wasn’t sure what she was into. She usually wore torn black jeans or a short kilt with a black band shirt, but tonight she was all glammed up in a short, sleeveless vintage black lace dress with black stockings and sexy high-heeled boots which made her tower confidently over all of us.

Rachel was a petite, sexy blond girl who everybody just wanted to spank. She was about 5’2” with long, curly hair and stunning ass and perfect tits. Rachel came from a very wealthy family and always wore the latest designer clothes. She had light blond hair and very striking brown eyes and heavy eyebrows, kind of like Gwen Stefani or Lady Gaga. Because of her classic blond looks and tight little body, Rachel had always had guys fawning over her, and there was something that was extremely sexual about her all the time.  It was actually hard to have a conversation with her sometimes, since when she talked to you, it was impossible to not start daydreaming about eating her out or sucking on her ample tits. It was embarrassing to have to ask her to repeat herself, but she would always give you a triumphant smile that said, “I know you were just thinking about fucking me, and you’d do anything to touch me,”,and then patiently repeat herself. Even though sometimes people would automatically assume she was bratty and snooty, she was a very sweet, good-hearted girl. Still, everyone, including her, knew that she would always have anything, and any man she wanted. Rachel always looked hot as hell and tonight was no exception in her tiny, tight red tube dress, sheer pantyhose and matching red stiletto heels.

The two girls hugged me from either side as we greeted each other, and Karen joined in from behind, completely surrounding me in warm, beautiful women in the sexiest outfits imaginable. Eventually they stepped back, giving me more time to drink in the sight of their beautiful bodies in their provocative dresses. “Oh my God!” I exclaimed, finally being able to speak, “You all look incredible! Why’s everybody all dressed up?”

“Because it’s Girls’ Night, bitches! WOO-HOO!” Karen shouted out as her friends cheered along. They were all pretty fired up and rowdy tonight, which made things even sexier, but I still couldn’t wait until her friends left because I absolutely had to fuck Karen long and hard the second after they took off.

We all came inside, the girls removing their shoes and boots, showing me even more of their legs and their sexy silken feet, which I knew were going to be a distraction. I was surprised that all three of them were wearing stockings, even though it still wasn’t fashionable for young women to wear.  On the occasions when Karen surprised me with a garter belt and stockings in bed, she saw how it drove me wild and made me fuck her endlessly until we both collapsed in a sweaty pile. Once, in my dreamy post-orgasmic state, I blurted out how I had always had a fascination and obsession with nylon-covered legs, how lucky girls were to get to wear stockings, and how if more women wore nylons today and knew how much power it gave them over men, they could rule the world. She winked and said “I know.”

Karen sat down on the end of my sectional couch and shouted out her typical Friday night mantra, “I need weed and a footrub immediately!” I sat down next to her while she put her legs up on me and started packing a bowl of my stash of killer skunk weed. As she adjusted herself and lit up, her nylon-clad calves slid up and down my still-stiff cock, which her friends hopefully didn’t notice as they sat down, Simone on the other side of me on the sectional, and Rachel in a chair next to us. After taking a hit, I passed the bowl over to Simone, again being teased by any movement I made by Karen’s silky legs against my cock and balls. Then I got to work on her feet, slowly stroking her long toes and and sexy arches while the girls and I casually talked about work, current events, etc., while occasionally following a movie I was watching, and getting more stoned, not to mention I had smoked a little before they came.

As I continued Karen’s massage, I felt very strange touching her so intimately around her friends, especially since in this situation we would usually start making out passionately and eventually go up to bed.  I also couldn’t stop staring at the girls’ legs and feet. Every time one of them would innocently curl their toes or cross their legs I would become overwhelmed with lust and need. Karen stretched herself out and moaned softly as I heard her legs swishing together and seemingly getting longer as she relaxed. She seemed to be getting really turned on by my hands on her, while we all pretended to be concentrating on the movie. ”Mmmmmm, thanks Chris,” she purred as I finished. “Now can you please hand me that blanket? My legs are getting a little cold.” After grabbing the blanket, I reluctantly covered her feet and legs. “Awwww thank yoooouuuu. You make me feel so spoiled.”

“Shut up bitch!” Simone laughed. “Stop bragging about how comfortable you are when there’s no one here to rub my feet. Guys want us to wear these towering slutty shoes for them but they never want to give us massages later. What’s up with that?”

“I wouldn’t know,” bragged Karen. “Chris always takes care of me. In fact, he can give you guys footrubs. I don’t care, and I don’t think he would mind, would you, Chris?” She wiggled the sole of her foot against the ever-present bulge in my shorts, hopefully not noticed by anyone but me.

“Umm, okay, if it’s definitely okay with you…” I stammered, not believing my luck, but also trying to not let the girls know that I had been a slave all my life to a powerful stocking fetish and this was the most diabolical tease anyone could concoct for me.

“What? It’s just reflexology. It’s totally legit. Why don’t you girls open us a bottle of wine and bring some glasses here? You can borrow my boyfriend but I’m not getting up!”

As soon as the girls walked out of the room, Karen sprang up from the couch and pulled me to my feet. She immediately pressed herself against me and started kissing me passionately, wrapping her long, slender arms around me, and sticking her hands down the back of my shorts and underwear, grabbing my ass and pulling me even closer to her. “Thanks for taking care of my friends,” she whispered in her sexiest voice, before sticking her tongue in my ear and panting slightly, driving me crazy. The next thing I knew, my shorts and underwear were on the floor around my ankles and Karen flashed me a wicked smile as she shoved me, off balance, back down on the couch.

Thinking this was a prank, I quickly grabbed for my pants to pull them up.  I didn’t want her friends to see my cock!  As I got my shorts halfway up, she darted her slick feet in between my legs, blocking me from covering myself, as well as completely paralyzing me every time her silky soles or toes touched my inner thighs. I flew into a panic as I heard Simone and Rachel coming down the hallway, adjusting the legs of my shorts and bunching them up around my knees, hopefully looking like I was still wearing them. I quickly covered us with the blanket again literally one second before the girls walked back in, carrying a bottle of red wine and four glasses. Seemingly, we were in the exact position as when the girls had left. Only this time, my cock and balls were completely exposed, and my knees were bound together by my shorts waistband. Not to mention Karen’s silky toes were starting to sneak up my inner thighs. She smiled innocently as she began her torment.

“Okay, I’m first,” stated Simone, as she slid herself closer to me on the couch, her dress riding up her black-stockinged thighs, wiggling her long toes seductively as she stared right at me and smiled, taking a big sip of wine. Her black toenails and ankle tattoos turned me on even further as I stroked her feet and ankles. She didn’t seem too awkward or shy about having her friend’s boyfriend intimately touching such an erogenous zone on her. It was almost like she automatically expected me to serve her and give her pleasure.  As I rubbed and stroked Simone’s feet, ankles and toes, Karen kept my cock and balls trapped between her feet and very subtly stroked me to the point of coming, innocently chatting with her girlfriends about seemingly harmless topics, never acknowledging what she was doing to me. As I continued to massage Simone’s pretty feet, she eventually started moaning softly, while squeezing her legs together and breathing in deeply, and I wondered if she was having a secret orgasm, as the pre-come slowly dripped out of me onto Karen’s foot, making things slicker.

“Thank you, Chris,” Simone cooed, wiggling her toes. “Let me have some of that blanket too,” she said, grabbing a section of it and nearly exposing me, before stretching out and very lightly grazing my naked hips with her soles and toes. We all looked over to Rachel, who was sitting on the chair with her toes pointed towards each other.  I started to panic, not wanting to have to walk over to her and be exposed, with Karen’s soles both now laying flat on my hard cock anyway.

Instead, Rachel got up very slowly, stretched herself out, her ass and tits jutting out irresistibly, and started walking over to me, staring hungrily at me while Karen teased my cock further in her ever-changing silk prison. Rachel’s pussy was right in front of my face for about ten seconds as she stood in front of my coffee table. She bent down low to clear a space on the table and sat down before me, her tits almost popping out of her dress, and slowly extended her foot towards me.

“Listen Chris, I need you to be completely honest with me because I’m worried about something. These shoes are a little old and I had them on all day. My feet don’t smell do they?” With that, Rachel lifted her foot a couple of inches away from my nose while wiggling her toes innocently. I gasped involuntarily as Karen wrapped both sets of silky toes around my hardness, giggling.

“Eeeeeew Rachel, what the hell?” Simone said laughingly, pressing her feet against me. Actually Rachel’s feet did smell a little bit like dried sweat and expensive Italian leather, and I found it deliciously erotic. I just didn’t know how to tell her that.

“Umm, they don’t smell bad. They’re fine,” I said.

“Oh that’s good. I know there’s guys who are weird about it. Like they’ll buy old stockings or shoes on the internet and sniff them and get turned on by that. Can you imagine that?” Actually I could.

“Well I just think all  women are amazing, and I appreciate them totally, from head to toe.”

Rachel smiled, fully aware that she owned me now, and gently placed her feet on top of the blanket, pressing Karen’s feet against me even more, and purred, “Okay, you can appreciate these then!”

I stared, almost drooling, at her perfectly pedicured tiny feet, her toenails a wicked deep red which matched her dress, and slowly pulled them towards me. I could tell by the look she gave me that she was pretty used to having men at her feet. I rubbed them slowly and thoroughly while she gazed into my eyes, eventually leaning back on the table, arching her back and stretching her tight dancer’s legs out in front of me.  I grabbed as much of her ankles and calves as I could and strove to drive away all of Rachel’s stress. When I finally was finished, she purred, “Mmmmmm, that was so good, I feel great now! Karen, your boyfriend did such a good job with us. How can we ever repay him?”

“Let’s give him lap dances!” chimed in Simone, making us all laugh, though that sounded great to me.

“Hmmm maybe,” said Rachel, curling her toes subtly. “But I think first we should let him experience how good pantyhose can feel firsthand. I know I really enjoy the sensation of wearing super silky nylon, and besides, it’s pretty obvious he has a nylon fetish!” The girls all giggled while I must have turned beet red with embarassment.

These were all totally outrageous suggestions and I never expected Karen to approve, but she simply reached into her purse and pulled out a pair of black pantyhose and handed it to me. “Here you go-I always carry a spare! Go ahead into the bathroom and put these on for me, and we’ll take care of the rest.” I very quickly slipped my shorts back on while they were looking elsewhere, stood up and walked sheepishly into the bathroom. Closing the door, my heart was racing as I slipped off the shorts and underwear, slowly sliding the tight pantyhose from my toes all the way up to my waist.

It felt incredible. The entire bottom half of my body was being constantly stimulated and lifted up by the stretchy nylon and spandex, and my throbbing cock and balls were pulled up and trapped inside the tight silky panel. I heard the girls giggling and putting on some sexy music outside the door. Since there was no way to calm down my raging erection, I pulled my t-shirt down over my crotch and ass as well as I could and walked slowly outside. The girls squealed and applauded with hearty approval as I stood before them.  Someone had put a dining room chair in the room, facing the couch.

“They look great, but the shirt’s got to go. It’s ruining the whole look,” Karen said teasingly, as she pulled the shirt up over my head and ordered me to stand up straight. “Much better,” she purred as her friends surrounded me, running their hands over my chest, touching my thighs and squeezing my ass.

“Well I guess he likes them,” teased Rachel, no doubt referring to my stubborn cock, still fully hard. Simone was putting her boots back on, I guess because they made her look especially hot for my dance. Karen immediately took charge.

“Okay, have a seat. I’ll let you get a lap dance from Simone, but you have to let me make out with Rachel for a while we watch you,” she said, smiling wickedly. “You don’t mind do you? Of course, I’m also going to have to make sure you behave while my friends dance for you. The girls already know this, but another great thing about nylons is that they have so many uses. Isn’t that right, Rachel?”

Rachel, who was behind me giggled, “Oh definitely,” as she pulled my hands behind the chair easily and wrapped another pair of stockings around my wrists, tying them efficiently behind the chair. I was still struck dumb, and my heart was racing faster than ever in my life when Karen stepped over to me and jammed her tongue down my mouth in a long hot kiss, while sliding her hands up and down my silky thighs. “Thank you for being such a good boyfriend,” she whispered, I tried to wrap my arms around her, but then remembered I was still tied.

Karen gave me a little pout, pursing her lips at me and slowly pulled away as Simone’s spiky boot heels started clicking my way. Simone towered above me, looking down with fire in her eyes and a sexy smirk as she walked closer to my chair, still fully clothed but looking incredibly erotic. I was worried that I might come as she stood with her pussy right in my face for several seconds before she very slowly straddled me, her nylon legs rubbing sensuously together with mine!

“Karen, do we still have any weed left?” asked Simone, ignoring me for a second.

“We do have some,“ said Karen, passing Simone a new pipe. “But I think we need to conserve it by sharing hits.”

“I agree,” snickered Simone, flicking the lighter. “Okay Chris, get ready to breathe in,” she said, taking a deep hit and holding it in a few seconds. She then pressed her red lips against mine, prying my mouth open and filling my lungs with chronic weed smoke. I was shocked by her kiss and nervously held the smoke in my lungs, when I felt Rachel’s petite hand turning my head to face her. She kissed me, slipping her tongue between my lips and literally taking my breath away. After a few seconds she pressed herself against Karen in a passionate kiss, feeding her the smoke as their breasts pressed together sexily. Karen exhaled just as Simone took another hit, and we repeated the chain three more times as I pulled futilely against my bonds.

“Oh well, that’s kicked. Let’s go over to the couch,” said Karen as she wrapped her arm around Rachel’s waist. I stared at their asses and the backs of their legs as they stepped away together. Simone moved her head forward and kissed me deeply , very gently but constantly, as she ran her hands all over my body, driving me wild. She then started kissing my neck and chest, while I stared helplessly at Karen and Rachel making out heavily on the couch, their nylon legs entwined, grabbing at each other’s breasts and legs.

“You belong to all of us from now on,” Simone whispered in my ear as she pressed herself tightly against me, nibbling and licking my ear. “It’s what Karen wants…Mmmmmm,  you know I’ve always liked you, but now that she says I can do anything I want with you, we are gonna have so much fun together!” I looked over to Karen, but her head was leaning back as Rachel peeled down her spaghetti straps and started slowly sucking on her tits.

Simone looked me in the eyes and ran her fingers behind my knees and up my inner thighs, causing me to moan involuntarily. “Do you like how they feel? You should probably get used to them. I know Karen’s really enjoying putting you in stockings and this will be an ongoing thing, she says.” Simone lightly scraped her nails across my silk-covered balls and kept teasing me as I groaned helplessly.

“You know, I should have a talk with the girls in my band. We might need an obedient footboy. I mean there’s so many guys at our gigs begging to lick our pussies, we might as well get someone to do that and take care of our aching feet too! Hmmm, I think you deserve to get a little air.”

And with that, she ripped a hole in the crotch of my pantyhose with her fingernails, releasing my rigid cock but still leaving my balls trapped inside the nylon material. “Would you like that, Chris? Four pairs of sweaty legs and feet up on you, taking turns having you serve us? Of course, we’d have to have you properly dressed for the occasion, right?” she teased, tickling my balls again while I squirmed. I heard a moan and we both looked over to see Karen gazing at us with Rachel kneeling in front of her, licking and kissing her way up her satiny thighs.

“Oh yeah, I guess those two were a bit of a surprise to you, but they are beautiful together, aren’t they?” Simone planted her hands behind her on my knees and slowly started sliding herself closer and closer to me. “I have a surprise for you too, ” she whispered. I started trembling, expecting to feel her pantyhose crotch against me any second; instead, I gasped as she pressed her naked, dripping pussy against the shaft of my cock! Simone had either removed the crotch of her nylons or they were crotchless to begin with.  My mind reeled at the thought of the three gorgeous women out at the bar, every eye on them, no one having a clue that their pussies were totally exposed and getting wetter by the minute!

Simone slid her pussy lips slowly up and down my shaft, and was lightly hovering around the head of my cock but never actually letting me enter her as I struggled to lift my hips more than an inch towards her.

She purred, “Sorry baby, the one rule is that Karen has to be the first one to fuck you, and we can only tease you and make you wait for now.” She kept up her slow teasing while I looked over at Karen. Her dress was hiked all the way up and she had her hands in Rachel’s long blond curls to hold her in place as she wrapped her long legs around her back. Karen closed her eyes and started quaking, having a violent orgasm and surely covering Rachel’s face with her juices. After catching their breath, Rachel crawled up on the couch, kissing Karen again.

Simone gave me a deep kiss and slowly moved away, taunting, “Time for your girlfriend to finish me off. Have fun with Rachel” I saw Rachel slowly getting off the couch and slipping on her red pumps, while Simone wasted no time sitting down close to Karen, wrapping her lanky arms around her. Rachel crawled over and knelt in front of me. Then she slowly started gliding her tiny hands and mouth up my legs.  I stared, drooling, as Simone started kissing Karen and grabbing her aggressively, which Karen seemed to really enjoy. Simone pushed her down and pinned her hands down on the couch, and I felt a special bond with Karen, since we were both being dominated by her sexy friends.

Meanwhile, Rachel was now licking the tops of my thighs and swiping my balls with her tongue. With her fingernails digging into my thighs, she very slowly took my satin-covered balls completely into her mouth for several minutes, driving me completely insane! She then tore at the nylon crotch that imprisoned my balls and released my aching scrotum. Finally, she slowly slid up me, rubbing the length of her body against my sex.

Although she’s a little girl, she stood tall over me in the chair, placing her nylon-covered knee right between my legs, brushing against my hardness. She kissed me passionately, pressing her perky breasts against me and bending over provocatively. I wanted to grab her little ass and impale her on me until I filled her with my come, but she had other plans for me. Rachel leaned back and stared into my eyes, and I could tell she was getting wet again. With her hair all tousled and her face covered in my girlfriend’s juices, Rachel looked more beautiful and sexual than ever.

“I gotta say Chris, your legs look really nice!  See, I told you you’d like it-don’t you feel like a hot little slut? When I’m wearing nylons, I love it when a guy grabs my ass, like this.”  Rachel squeezed my ass and ground herself against me, causing my eyes to roll back. She then started stroking my thighs and running her finger up the crack of my ass, which I love to do with Karen.

“Mmmmmm, I bet you’d love to run your hands all over my legs, wouldn’t you? “ Rachel asked breathily, moving back and very slowly straddling both my legs, sliding deeper into my lap. “Too bad you can’t. I guess I’ll have to do it for you.”

Meanwhile, Simone had crawled up Karen’s body and was riding her face, her sexy dress totally covering Karen’s head, still holding her hands down with all her might.  The rest of Karen still looked very sexy, her tits bouncing, her helpless body squirming with need, while her raven-haired rock goddess girlfriend ground against her mouth to several shuddering orgasms over and over again.

Rachel slowly slid her hands all over her legs and tits, the sound of her soft hands gliding all over her satin-encased body fueling my torment and desire for her. Next she started exploring my slick legs with her hands, grinning at my facial contortions as she found all the sensitive areas of my legs, making me beg and plead for more of her.  She then moved up and started tortuously licking my cock with her slick pussy lips, but never letting much of me in. Rachel whispered, “You’ve wanted me forever, haven’t you?” She didn’t wait for my answer; she just pulled down the top of her tube dress and stuffed her tits in my mouth, keeping just the tip of me inside her. Soon she was breathing fast, building slowly and steadily to another orgasm.

She then shifted herself so that the head of my cock was rubbing against her clit, while she slowly slipped her fingers into her pussy from behind. She immediately started shaking roughly and came with a loud groan, removing her nipple from my mouth and replacing it with her tongue. After making out with me a bit, she thenput her fingers near my face, and slowly offered them to me as I savored her juices, finally getting to taste her after all of these years. I looked over and saw Karen and Simone both sitting upright, stroking each other’s bodies as they had been watching Rachel expertly tease me for the last few minutes.

Finally Karen rose up, untying me and leading me upstairs by my cock while I stared at Simone and Rachel’s perfect asses swaying in front of us. Up in my bedroom, the girls started removing their dresses and shoes, while Karen picked up another pair of pantyhose that were very big, even bigger that what my size would probably be. Karen took my hand and started pulling the nylons up my arm, tightly covering my hands, and pulling it up a little past my elbow, bunching the material up there. She then pulled my other arm behind me and patiently pulled the other leg tightly up even with the other side.

She steered me to my king-size bed and gently laid me on my back, giving me time to pull my elbows far apart enough to lie flat. But now my shoulders were pinned down to the bed, by me! I was able to move my arms just from the elbow, but my hands were trapped in the silky feet of the nylons. Karen said nothing; she just slid her dress over her head and gave me a sultry look, surveying her captive.

There was chair on either side of the bed, and Simone and Rachel sat down, still wearing their stockings, their beautiful breasts swaying. Karen mounted me ever so slightly, just as her friends had, and I strained, futilely, to push myself into her.  I was at least able to touch her sides and thighs, savoring the double sensation of nylon against nylon.

Rachel and Simone watched us intently, while they lifted their legs and rested their feet up on my chest, stimulating my nipples with their satiny toes. I moaned pleadingly as Karen started stroking my thighs and slowly dipped my cock in and out of her wetness, teasing herself as well. Then she finally swallowed my entire cock and started riding me, grunting and clenching her pussy around me.

Simone and Rachel started playing footsie with each other on me. Occasionally they would playfully wiggle their toes in front of my face for me suck on and kiss, as they played with their own tits. Karen kept fucking me hard, convulsing violently as she started to come. I thrust upward over and over into her, as hard as I could, and I finally exploded in an almost endless shuddering orgasm, while savoring the taste and scent of Rachel’s fragrant toes in my face.

When I finally started to catch my breath, Rachel knelt over my head. I lifted my head to lick her for the first time but her pussy was out of reach. I dropped my head back, frustrated, and stared at the exposed tops of her inner thighs, all glossy with her juices, and my mouth literally watered, starving for her.

Suddenly, I felt a tongue licking the base of my cock, cleaning up the fair amount of come that had spilled onto me. Soon there was a second mouth on me, and I was proud that I could tell who was Simone and who was Karen. Sometimes they would take breaks from sucking me and I’d have to listen to them making out and moaning. Meanwhile, my face was near Rachel’s silky knees only. I kissed them hungrily and nibbled up them, being only able to cry out “Please,” over and over again.

I looked up and saw Rachel staring down at me and pinching her nipples, giving me another pout. I could tell it turned her on immensely to have me beg for her, and I swear I could see her get wetter before she finally lowered her soaked box to my face. I stuck my tongue all the way up her, as she ground her clit against my face, coming hard, time and time again, as Simone and Karen took turns sucking my cock to full hardness again.

It went on and on all night. Simone and Rachel each straddled one of my nylon legs and rubbed their clits against me while making out with each other. That was so sexy to watch, since Rachel seemed to be dominating Simone, who was almost a foot taller than her.  Meanwhile, Karen rested her head on my chest, lazily licking my nipples and stroking  my cock. They all continued taking turns making out with me all night, teasing my legs and cock, and having me make them come over and over again.

I came in all three women at least once, we took another quick smoke break, and the entire night I had either a mouth, a foot, or a pussy on my mouth, and someone was either riding, teasing or licking my cock at all times. Finally, they took my arms out of their bondage and we all tried to sleep in our stockings. Eventually though, someone would get turned on again and we’d suck or fuck some more. At some point we crashed out, utterly exhausted and no longer able to perform. Nobody could wake up until well after noon! The next day, when Simone and Rachel left, we all kissed deeply and promised that “Footrub Friday” would have to become a regular ritual.

All this happened exactly one week ago and it’s finally Friday at work, at what seems like it’ll be a very long day. All the past week, Karen has been driving me crazy wondering what she’s going to do to me tonight. All she would tell me was that it would be a little different, and a little more of the same. She stayed over last night, and we fucked with wild abandon, still extremely turned on by the memory of that night. Before falling asleep, she told me to set the alarm for two hours earlier than I usually wake up, because I would need extra time to get ready for work the next day.

When we woke up, Karen immediately instructed me to get a bath and shave my pubic hair and legs completely. I really didn’t want to do that, but I knew she would eventually make it worth my while. After I was finished and cleaned up, she covered my legs and body with moisturizer and led me downstairs.  While Karen lounged around in a short, silky floral robe, I was her naked servant. First she had me kneel before her and paint her toenails a deep shade of burgundy.  While I painted one foot, her other foot was dipping into the excess moisturizer and rubbing it all over my balls and throbbing cock. Of course, she insisted on two coats.

I then went into the kitchen and made us breakfast. As I prepared the food, Karen occasionally would let her robe fall open and press herself against me, kissing me hard, each time reminding me that I was not to grab or even touch her. She then led me into my room and handed me a bag with several packs of expensive designer pantyhose, which she explained would be my underwear on Fridays from now on.

I opened a pack of exquisite sheer nylons and carefully slid them up my legs and up over my hips. I immediately felt my cock, balls and ass being shaped and lifted as Karen adjusted them and then started kissing me again, grabbing my ass and pulling me closer to her. It felt even more intense then the first time, with the finer material and the new feeling of my silk-smooth legs tormenting me further.

She then lay back with her robe wide open and stared lustfully into my eyes, pointing to the floor. I fell to my knees and immediately started worshipping her juicy pussy. I squeezed her ass as tight as I could, lifting her off the bed so I could get my tongue deeper inside her. Karen wrapped her long legs around my neck and held my head in place as she had multiple orgasms, bucking against me and covering my face with her sweet juices.

It was almost time to leave, so I slipped some dress pants on over my stockings, making more noise and feeling more erotic than I would have preferred. I went over to wash my face and Karen stopped me, saying “You’re not allowed to wash your face or take off your pantyhose for the rest of the day. I want you to be thinking about me every time you breathe or move today. You’re going to be in such a state when we finally come to see you!” I panicked, looking in the mirror, but I felt better when I saw Karen’s juices weren’t visible all over my face, even though I knew they were there.

I quickly put on a shirt and went to grab a pair of socks but they had all been taken out of my drawer. I was in deep trouble, since any time I’d sit down everyone would see my ankles in the flesh-colored nylons. “Oh yeah that’s right, I didn’t think they’d match right. I have a pair of black trouser socks I guess you can borrow, but to earn them, you’re going to have to kiss and lick my feet for a full five minutes.” Having no choice, and wanting her feet anyway, I sunk to my knees and kissed Karen’s smooth soles and heels all over, also sucking on all of her toes reverently until my time was up.

I slipped on the socks and my shoes, kissed Karen goodbye, and left in a daze. Karen works later than me, so she told me she would lock up when she left. As I pulled out of the driveway, I saw her in the window, positioned so nobody could see her but me. She blew me sexy kisses goodbye,as she squeezed her tits and slid her fingers between her legs. I got into work just in time, hoping I could make it through the day, very aware of my predicament.

I work with a lot of beautiful, sexy women at my job, some of whom are friends with Karen outside of work, and it’s usually difficult concentrating on my work, even without my balls and legs being teased constantly by nylon any time I moved, and having my girlfriend’s pussy juices right under my nose.  I was getting something to drink in the kitchen, and was about to run back to my desk when Vanessa started chatting me up.

Vanessa’s a super hot Puerto Rican girl with long black hair and deep piercing dark eyes. She’s perfectly curvy and just built for sex, as well as being pretty flirtatious. The black tank dress she was wearing was modest, but on her it looked absolutely scandalous with her classic Latin ass and tits in it, as well as the strappy 4-inch heels she loved to wear. “So Chris, do you have any plans for the weekend?” she asked in her thick accent that everyone was a sucker for.

She smiled at me mischievously while I twitched, standing before her with my hairless legs and expensive, luxurious pantyhose, (with pants over them), wondering what to say.  “Umm, I’m just going to relax, not do much,” I stammered, suddenly being reminded of Karen’s scent on my lips and chin.

“Yes, that’s always nice, but you will probably end up being real busy anyway. Isn’t that how it always works out?  I’m just going out with my girlfriends for happy hour. Oh well, gotta get back to work. See you!”  I walked across the entire office with my cock about to blow from all the teasing going on in my pants.  All the other sexy women at work gave me their usual smile or “Hi”, but today I felt extremely humiliated and self-conscious as I nervously acknowledged each one.

Later on, Vanessa stopped by my desk to ask me something about a project we were working on. As I showed her my work, she leaned in to look close at my monitor, pressing her ripe breasts into my back, and breathing down my neck. I was already completely erect at that point, and the warmth of her body, coupled with her seductive perfume, was making me swoon. It got harder to explain; the more distracted I was by her, the longer she needed me to repeat myself, carrying on the cruel cycle until she finally went back to her desk.

To make matters worse, it’s not even lunch and Karen has already called me twice, asking me how my day is going, in her sexiest voice, relishing my sweet agony as I try to make small talk, despite my silky smooth undergarments driving me crazy with no end in sight. Plus, from the way she’s talking lazily and breathing loudly, I can tell she’s playing with herself in the private office she’s in, whispering how she can’t wait to see, and feel me tonight.

After finally getting her to let me hang up, I let out a huge, exasperated sigh. I looked up and I noticed Katarina, a tall, willowy redhead in a tight short sweater, long skirt and sexy boots, and Kim, a super-cute Korean girl in a short business suit whispering to each other at Kim’s desk, looking over at me from time to time and giggling.

Like I said, it’s going to be a long day.