A Foot-Filled Deep Throat Experience
Marry Anne and Natasha, two Brazilian goddesses with a penchant for foot worship and domination, were at it again. Their newest slave had been trained extensively in the art of foot worship, but they wanted to test his limits. The slave knelt between the two goddesses, his head bowed in submission as he stared at their perfect feet.
"Today," Marry Anne began, her voice syrupy sweet, "we're going to see how far you can take that fat cock of yours down your throat." She slipped off her high heels, revealing her smooth, stocking-clad feet. The slave's eyes widened in anticipation as he leaned forward, his nose grazing against the soft fabric of her pantyhose.
"Don't be greedy, now," Natasha warned, her tone a mix of amusement and dominance. "Remember, it's not just about you." She kicked off her heels as well, exposing her own bare feet. The sight of two pairs of gorgeous feet, one covered in sheer nylon and the other completely bare, sent shivers down the slave's spine.
The goddesses positioned themselves behind the slave, their feet inches from his face. Marry Anne lowered her foot slowly, aligning it with the slave's mouth. He parted his lips, eager to please, as she gently pressed her big toe against his tongue. Natasha followed suit, guiding her foot toward the slave's gaping mouth.
Their toes brushed against his lips, teasing him as they inched closer to his waiting throat. The slave could feel his heart racing as he anticipated the sensation of their feet sliding down his throat. Marry Anne broke the tension by slowly pushing her foot forward, feeling the soft warmth of the slave's throat as her heel pressed against it.
Natasha did the same, her heel meeting the slave's throat as their toes touched. They held still for a moment, savoring the power they held over their submissive. Then, with a unified command, they pushed their feet down, forcing the slave's mouth wide open as their heels slipped deeper into his throat.
The sensation was exquisite, both painful and arousing. The slave gagged around their feet, his throat muscles straining to accommodate the intrusion. Marry Anne and Natasha leaned forward, their hands resting on his head as they held him in place. They rotated their feet, grinding against his tongue and teeth, eliciting moans of pleasure from both of them.
As they continued to thrust their feet in and out of his throat, the slave became consumed by the erotic rhythm. He reached up with one hand, massaging their calves and ankles, pleasuring them as they pleased him. The goddesses moaned in unison, their feet moving faster as they neared climax.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they pulled their feet out of the slave's throat. Marry Anne and Natasha collapsed onto the floor, panting heavily as the slave knelt before them, his face and throat covered in a sheen of sweat. They exchanged satisfied glances, their eyes gleaming with pride at their conquest.
"You're a good boy," Marry Anne cooed, reaching down to stroke his cheek lovingly. "Do you want more?"
"Of course he does," Natasha purred, sinking her toes back into the slave's neck. "Tell him what he wants to hear."
The slave looked up at them, his eyes filled with desire. "Yes, Mistresses," he whispered, his voice hoarse from their previous exploits. "I want more."
