Ariel's Morning Delight with Her Slave's Mouth and Ass
Ariel, a stunningly beautiful woman with a body that could stop time, stood in front of her male slave. She was dressed in nothing but a silk robe, her long, smooth legs bare beneath it. The slave lay on the floor, eyes fixed on her feet as he waited for his mistress's command.
As the sun began to peek over the horizon, Ariel decided it was time to start their day. With a sultry smile, she stepped closer to the prostrate figure before her and knelt down. Running her fingers lightly over his chest, she commanded, "Open your mouth wide, slave."
Obediently, the man parted his lips, revealing a tongue that trembled in anticipation. Ariel chuckled softly and leaned forward, trailing one of her toes across his bottom lip. "That's a good boy," she purred. Then, without warning, she slid her foot into his mouth, pushing his tongue aside to fit the soft sole inside.
The sensation was overwhelming for the slave. He'd never felt anything like it before - so deliciously submissive and degrading all at once. As Ariel began to wiggle her toes within his mouth, she reached down and grabbed hold of his hair, pulling his head up so that he was forced to take even more of her foot inside.
"I think it's time we continue where we left off last night," she whispered huskily, her breath tickling against his cheek. With that, she withdrew her foot from his mouth and stood up, turning around to reveal her perfect derrière encased in a pair of lacy black panties.
"Get up," she ordered, pointing towards a stool in the corner of the room. The slave struggled to his feet, his erection once again visible through his boxers. Ariel smirked and nodded towards the stool, "Sit," she commanded.
Once the slave was seated, Ariel stepped onto the stool behind him, lifting her robe to reveal her perfect ass. She positioned herself over his face, her panties now inches from his nose. "Now," she breathed into his ear, "you get to enjoy my asshole as well as my feet today."
With that, Ariel lowered her panties, exposing her tight, puckered anus. The slave couldn't believe his luck as he was given the chance to worship at his mistress's divine hole. As he leaned forward, his nose pressed against her moist entrance, Ariel reached down and grabbed his cock through his boxers, giving it a few firm tugs.
"You better make this worth it," she warned, her voice a low growl. Then, with a swift motion, she sat down hard on the stool, impaling herself on his face. The slave couldn't help but moan as he felt her warmth envelop him, her tight anus squeezing his nose.
Ariel began to rock back and forth, fucking his face with a rhythm that made the slave's head spin. At the same time, she used her free hand to thrust two fingers into her own pussy, her other hand keeping her feet firmly planted on the floor.
Their symphony of pleasure continued for what seemed like an eternity, the slave's moans blending with Ariel's gasps and groans. Finally, with one last powerful thrust, she cried out, "I'm cumming!"
As soon as those words left her lips, the slave felt her walls clamp down on his face one last time before she pulled away, leaving him panting and spent. She turned around, her body glistening with sweat, and smiled down at him.
"That," she said softly, running a finger along his chin, "was just a taste of what's to come." With that, she stepped down from the stool and walked towards the shower, her hips swaying hypnotically with each step.
The slave couldn't believe his luck - not only had he been allowed to worship his mistress's divine body, but she'd also allowed him to experience the ultimate climax. As he watched her disappear into the steamy haze of the shower, he knew that this was just the beginning of their twisted journey together.
Feet Worship At The Best has brought you yet another erotic masterpiece featuring Ariel, the goddess of foot worship. Stay tuned for more of her tantalizing adventures as she continues to dominate and degrade her male slaves in the most intimate ways imaginable.
