Kiss my feet

Augie kicked off his sandals and stood before her. "Kiss my feet," he commanded.

"What? That's disgu-" Jamie's protest was cut short as she found herself bending down and her lips brushed against the top of his feet. She wrinkled her nose in distaste, but continued kissing his feet, growing hornier with each kiss. Instinctively, one hand reached between her legs.

"Don't touch yourself!" Augie shouted. Immediately, her hand fell back to the ground. Jamie gave a soft whimper as she rubbed her legs together, trying to find relief. "Get out of these clothes, and maybe I'll give you some relief."

Jamie jumped up and threw off her clothes in record time. Naked, she stood in front of him, her hand half an inch from her pussy, but she couldn't touch herself. She moaned in frustration, a crazed look in her eyes.

"Stand with your legs apart, and your hands over your head," commanded Augie. Jamie did as told, and grew even hornier. It was nearly unbearable now, and she was thrusting her hips forward and back as if trying to hump an invisible cock. "P-please," she begged. "I can't stand it anymore! I need something inside me!"

Augie laughed and took a few moments to admire Jamie's body while considering his options. He had his worst enemy naked and at his mercy.