Scott, even though he was completely blindfolded, paused for a moment to survey the scene before him: 3 lovely ladies, one being his wife Deidre, were sitting naked on chairs. They each had their feet up in the air, anxiously awaiting his tongue between their toes. Scott's cock was extremely hard, standing on end with anticipation, a few drips of pre-cum dribbling on its head.
Deidre won a football bet a few days earlier, and was now making Scott her sex-slave. She had invited her two close friends over to enjoy some of Scott's torturing. It was a shame he couldn't even see them! Denise, who sounded like a hot lady, had a shaved pussy and a pierced clit. Susanna had a hairy pussy and was more authoritative than he was used to. Scott could tell that Deidre was thoroughly enjoying herself because she laughed and smacked Scott's hand away, every time he reached for his cock, as he desperately needed relief.
The three ladies toes were beckoning Scott, as he felt them running their feet all over his hard cock. He was once again forced to his knees.
"You'd better start eating or licking SOMETHING, worm, or you'll NEVER get to cum!" Denise snarled.
Deidre looked over at Denise. "Well, we just can't leave him all hot and bothered, can we? I mean, that's just not fair..." her voice trailed off.
Denise and Susanna looked at each other.
"Apparently, you don't get the game we are playing," Susanna explained. "Scott is your sex slave...OUR sex slave. That means he has to do what WE say, WHEN we say it. He doesn't get to cum until he has earned it!"
Scott, sitting on all fours, blindfolded, listened and began to panic.
'They might not let me cum? What the heck is that crap?' he thought. 'Surely they were not going to give me a boner, then not let me have any fun? I mean, teasing is one thing, but taking me to the edge, then LEAVING me there is another!' Scott wasn't sure he liked this game anymore. There were only a few times where Deidre and he played some teasing games in the bedroom. Mostly, it was him teasing her! How would it feel to be on the receiving side? He shuddered to think about it.
One of the ladies grabbed his hair and shoved their toes into his mouth. He loved women's toes and feet. He loved the way they smelled when freshly washed in a bubble bath. He even loved how they smelled after being in sneakers and sweat socks at the gym. Scott never had a problem massaging his wife's feet; often his loving massages led to some dirty sessions.
He stuck his tongue between each toe and licked the underside of the foot. His tongue trailed up her ankle, then back down to her big toe. It sounded like he was pleasuring Denise at the moment. She moaned and groaned, running her fingers through his hair and grasping the back of his head. He wouldn't mind sucking on her toes for a while, but he so badly wanted to get between her legs and eat her wet pussy. He imagined how juicy and tight it would feel if he were allowed to fuck it.
Denise pushed him away and he moved onto Susanna's feet. Her feet smelled like leather, like expensive high heels. He could hear Denise was now very horny and must have been rubbing her clit, as he heard whimpers coming from next to him. He wished he could see what Deidre was doing. Was she between Denise's legs, eating her soppy cunt? Did she have her fingers jammed up Denise's asshole? God he wanted to rip off this stupid blindfold!
After a few minutes of attending to Susanna's toes, he heard her cry out.
"Oh god, eat my cunt you dog!" She shoved his face into her crotch. She was beyond wet; she was soaking the chair underneath herself!
