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Hello. Here is part 3. Things ramp up a bit. I won't tease this out much longer. The rest will be posted tomorrow. Once again - more foot fetish, boot fetish, ballbusting, all the good stuff.
Part 1 - https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1tben93/joanna_the_foot_model_chapter_1/
I finally turned to Joanna. Her deep, blue eyes met mine. Her eyebrow raised a little. I gasped. The tips of her fingers rested gently against my hip, dancing over the waistband of my shorts. I swallowed, and said, “O - okay.” Joanna grasped my hand and dropped it on her thigh. Her gloved hand lay atop of mine, holding it there.
“This thigh, as you can see, is crushing his balls.”
I couldn’t speak.
“He told me to go hard. So I did, many times.” Her fingers grazed my outer thigh. “He loved it, can you believe that?”
It was a genuine question. Joanna’s eyes bore into me, waiting for the answer.
“I guess I can.”
“The photographer told me to stop and keep my thigh pressed against his nuts. That’s when the man on the floor crawled in and sucked on my toes, my sole, everything.This photo doesn’t do it justice. But then we took this one,”
The page turned. A close up of the same man. Joanna looked crazed in the picture. Pulling the man’s hair back. His mouth wrapped around her toes. All of them.
“No feeling like it,” she said, with a sense of longing in her voice. “Do you want to know something else? Or should I stop?”
The distinct texture of rubber traced a line under my belly button. Joanna took my faint gasp and tensing of my body as her answer.
“In the previous photo, I held that position for 3 minutes while he clicked his camera.” Her mouth tickled my ear lobe. She whispered, “he orgasmed from the pressure. What do you think of that?”
Her rubber index finger drew a line from just below my belly, down the middle of my right thigh. My hands gripped the sides of the book. I felt the pages dinting from the pressure.
“From your thigh?” I asked.
“I dug my thigh into his nuts for 3 whole minutes. He shot his load up my stocking. Have you ever imagined such a feeling?”
Her left hand gripped my shoulder, hard, while, up my shorts leg, I felt Joanna’s finger tickling the top of my thigh. My erect penis a little too close for comfort.
“You can tell me.”
My eyes were shut, tight. The suspense killed me. Not even my previous girlfriend knew half the stuff I looked at online.
“I have.”
“I know you have. You enjoyed my little trick, didn’t you?” Her boot trailed up my leg, again. Surpassing my knee and stroking the inner thigh of my other leg. The sole felt cold against my skin. The toe of her boot brushed the hem on my shorts leg.
“What have you imagined? Hmmm? Anything in my photos?”
“Yes.”
“Let me guess. You seem to have lost your tongue.” Her boot drifted a little higher, her finger did the same. It trailed just below the tip of my bulging head.
“Domination. That’s your thing. A strong woman, kicking your nuts. Crushing them with a strong thigh?” She massaged my shoulder, squeezing it tight.
“I think so.”
“You want your balls punished. Maybe that cock of yours, too. I saw how you looked at my feet. My toes. I don’t think you would complain if I took off these boots and slid my toes into your mouth, would you?”
The rubber brushed over my bulging head. Light enough for me to think it was in my imagination.
“You definitely have a foot fetish. Not opposed to hot, sweaty -” Her lips danced over my ear when she said, “smelly feet.”
Pre cum dribbled down my leg. Probably onto the chair, too. Joanna used her foot to turn my chair towards her. My cock stood up, tenting in my shorts. A patch of damp on my groin caught the light.
“You’re a submissive, wouldn’t you say?”
“Erm - probably.”
“You have a choice. Either you can go home now. Or, we can have some fun.” Joanna pulled her chair forwards a little more. Her crossed leg dangled between mine, until she planted her sole against the metal of my seat, directly in front of my crotch. I’ve dreamed of being under the sole of a boot. Feeling it against my body, trampling my cock. Oh, god. What was happening right now.
“Do you want to have some fun?”
“What are we going to do?”
With either hand, she pulled the rubber of her gloves past the elbow, snapping the rubber against her skin. I tried to close my legs. With her boot currently facing my balls, she kicked my knees apart, gently.
“All you need to do is sit there, and let me take care of you.”
My leg wouldn't stop bouncing up and down. Joanna placed her hand on my knee.
“I don’t know how long I will last.”
She budged even closer.
“You’re very tense. Just, relax.”
I had a front row seat to the best show in town. I prayed for a load not to shoot out before I had time to enjoy myself. Joanna lifted her other leg, gripped the heel of her boot and pulled. Slowly, tantalisingly, she slid her hot foot out of the Welly. Her eyes never left mine. She rested her bare sole against my knee. Her wet, sweaty sole felt hot against my skin.
“Tell me what you smell.”
The opening of her boot fell over my nose. She pushed down a little, crimping the rubber. I didn’t need to sniff too hard. The pungent aroma of vinegar took over my senses. My cock bobbed up and down, clearly enjoying it, too.
“You do like the smell. Describe it.”
“Incredible. Like salt and vinegar, and rubber.”
“You like rubber?”
“I do,” I said, breathing deeper.
She dropped the boot away. Then, her fingers wrapped around my face, squeezing my cheeks. The rubber smelled incredible. Earthy and hot. She slid her finger into my mouth, trailing it over my tongue.
“You like the taste of my gloves as well?”
“I do.”
“Say, “yes mistress.”
I caught my breath.
“Yes, Mistress.”
Joanna leaned back, raising her bare foot in front of me. Biting her lip, and smirking a little, she extended her leg forwards slightly. Her toes were already inches from my face. Her booted foot slid forwards a little, too. She kept the sole of her boot millimetres from my crotch. She bobbed her bare foot up and down, sending wafts of her smelly foot into my face. I never took my eyes from her big toe. I wanted it. I needed it in my mouth.
“I bet they stink. Answer me,” she said, pressing her boot against my crotch.
“Yes Mistress.”
“I think I will keep my boot here, just in case you forget. Say, Thank you Mistress.”
“Thank you Mistress.”
I barely got all my words out before Joanna’s toes enveloped my nose. She let it slide in, next to her big toe. I inhaled deeper than I ever thought possible. Joanna put her hand over her mouth. Stifling a giggle, I presumed. Could she blame me?
“Breath it all in. My stinky toes. How do they smell?”
This wasn’t real. I could barely form a sentence. The intoxicating aroma sent my head swimming, reaching for the right words. But, the smell, it had a hold of me. I shoved my nose between every toe, sniffing, breathing her scent in.
“Your toes, fuck. The smell. LIke your boots. And vinegary. Sweaty. Incredible.”
Joanne made noises of her own. She moaned and slumped further in her chair, forcing her foot harder into my face. The sole of her boot also slid forward. She’d trapped my balls and my hard cock against my body.
Joanna breathed like she was experiencing something, too. Her skin flushed like mine. She rubbed at her chest and her thighs. Slowly, she inched her foot away from my face. Her toes wiggled in front of my mouth. I saw a glimmer of a smile on her face. She bit her lip, and softly, danced her toes over my lips. Gently. Her boot pushed a little more on my cock. The red nail polish, her toe ring, it all enticed me. She poked her big toe between my lips a little.