Hold Her Feet (to the Fire)

Knocking her up right away might be efficient, but it also means she gets the short end of the stick. After all, I treated my other Girls (most of them anyways) to an all-night orgy of constant pleasure! It’s only fair that I at least drown little Nita in similar joy before I put a bun in her oven.

I briefly think to Alice, Ms. Green, and Leona as they were in the orgy, driven wild by pleasure triggered almost purely thanks to perks like the one Nita has for her feet. The description here is vague, but if it’s as good as that, at least… or even h half as strong…

I focus back on the task at hand… and on her room. Orderly where it wasn’t busy with prize ribbons, photos, and certificates from school, Nita’s bedroom did not seem well-stocked with bondage gear. I make a note to start packing extra sets of the stuff—the ones for Sophia’s broadcasts should stay with her, after all—and get to work removing the sheets from Anita’s bed.

“W-What are you…?”

“Patty, mind helping me tie Nita up?”

Patricia nods as Nita fights the commandment to let this happen, but slowly we get her sheets collected and begin to improvise her bindings. I don’t imagine it’s too comfortable, but we manage to tie her thin, soft cover into a rope and ring it around Nita. With her legs pushed up until her knees almost reach her face—surprisingly flexible for an academic—the improvised rope slides onto the back of Nita’s thighs and just under her shoulders, folding her body up tightly as a double knot keeps it from unraveling at the pressure of Nita’s body trying to unfold.

Nita wiggles her petite feet in **** protest, her legs kicking in the air until a body-pillow case binds them together at the ankle. A smaller pillow case makes for her gag, but only after I stuff her own panties into her mouth, causing a panicked, muffled cry from the student as she tasted her own arousal. As a final touch, her sports bra binds her wrists together so she hugs her bound legs just behind her thighs, completing the tight, portable little package.

It took some time, but the subject being weightless helped. Honestly? I’m a bit proud at how good I’m getting at tying girls up.

… Hmm. That doesn’t sound great, but I don’t take it back. I give a small laugh to my silent joke and give Nita’s bare cheek a light slap, alarming her. Time for a test. “Answer my questions by nodding or shaking your head,” I instruct her as meet her gaze on one side of her bound-up legs. She nods in response. “Have you ever been tied up to get fucked like this?”

She shakes her head “no” before groaning into the gag. Her pussy, now plainly visible, moistens visibly as lubrication leaks from her slit in not quite a squirt.

Alright then, so yes or no questions are just fine. As Patricia lifts her bra to release breasts that put Nita’s to shame, I continue, “Do you want to have sex with Patty here?”

Nita eyes Patricia with obvious, wide-eyed panic. At first I fear she’s sternly objecting… but I forget who I’m dealing with: this is the #1 student in my school. The trophies and awards littering her room tell me who she is: she is someone with status to lose, even if she isn’t a socialite of any sort. When she nods her head, it’s with eyes squeezed tightly and embarrassed, as if being bound up with her pussy out was nothing compared to admitting she wanted to have sex with a total stranger on sight.

Huh… Nita must be a horny little thing, and that can’t get explained away by my perks. I examine her feet. The pads, arch, and even heels of them seemed so soft as to make me wonder if she even walked most places. They were pale and pink in contrast to the rest of her body, and a barely-visible sheen of sweat from socks, or maybe panic, could be seen on them. I gave her left arch a testing press of my thumb, and her body convulses at the effortless tease.

Well then.

Without much ado, I run both hands, one after the other, along her dribbling cunt, letting her lubrication coat my fingers and palms as I dry off her excess. She wiggles as I slide across her clit like this, but it’s nothing compared to what I intend to make her feel.

Without giving her any warning, I grab her tiny feet and rub my thumbs from each ankle to pad. Her entire body jerks against the bindings as she bucks and howls through her nose, her little tanned body spasming as I finally bring her to visibly orgasm. The lubrication rubs into the tender flesh of her soles and pads, slips between tiny, wiggling toes, and glistens wherever I grab and lube up her panicking, recently-cleaned feet.

Okay, these feet are way over-tuned, even if they only trigger by my touch… not that I’m going to stop. I rub her slit for another serving of her natural ointment. “Do you want to have sex with me?” I ask it casually, and she very tensely nods with unfocused eyes as the answer stacks bodily joy on top of all the signals shooting from her feet to her brain as I mercilessly persist. My hands explore and rub her feet with merciless abandon, now, my palm massaging up and down her arch while my fingers roll along and play with the tops of her feet, her toes, and her ankles.

Patty, as if knowing too well my desires, sits on the edge of the bed next to us and starts masturbating, her eyes locked onto mine as I catch her hungry gaze. The teen twitching and asking to be fucked by us both doesn’t even seem to catch her eye… and again I feel that crazed obsession rolling off of her as she longs for me. She is masturbating to just watching me and I’m not sure Nita even factors into it. But seeing her smooth features and full body next to Nita… well, there’s no reason I can’t inseminate them both today, right?

“Are your…” I shake my head as I break the horny trance Patty put me in. “Nita, are your parents coming home in the next… four hours?”

She shakes her head no, or maybe she’s just trying to deny pleasure… let’s make it sexual to make sure.

“Is anyone coming here in the next four hours, potentially interrupting us while we fuck the Hell out of you?”

Her eyes widen in panic at that. I haven’t even had her in this state for four minutes yet, so four hours must sound terrifying… but her honesty is enforced as she shakes her head and arches her back, her tiny nipples fattening and stiffening against her own legs. They look delightfully suckable as I catch glimpses of them, if only she weren’t a tightly-bound fuck toy at the moment.

“Good… I’m going to warm up with Patty, then.” Patricia scoots back further onto the bed, her legs up and spread, but I decline as I reposition the girls. In the end, and a bit awkwardly, I have Patty on her hands and knees, face down in Nita’s virgin snatch, while my arms reach over my partner in crime. I grip Nita’s feet binding with my right hand while my left guiding my erection into Patty’s hairless snatch. Her heavy rump trembles in anticipation as I guide myself into soaked slit, earning a happy moan from Patty and **** moans from Nita as I put both hands on her feet and mercilessly massage them.

Both women happily pur or scream their happiness or rapture, and I can feel Patty tightening willfully on my cock as she shoves herself backwards to match my thrusts, driving me deep against or near her womb while dutifully slurping and sucking on Nita’s **** snatch.