As the high school friends awaited their dinner companion in the living room, Ossidiana leaned towards Gabriel and whispered, "You know what they say about a man who can't satisfy two women at once..." She chuckled softly, her gaze flickering towards the closed door of Samantha's room.
Gabriel swallowed hard, feeling his heart race as he tried to maintain eye contact with Ossidiana. He'd never been very good with flirtation or seduction, but he knew he couldn't disappoint her. "I-I'll do my best," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.
"That's my good little slave," Ossidiana purred, running her hand through his hair. She stood up abruptly, pushing him gently back onto the couch. "Now, since Samantha seems to be taking her sweet time getting ready," she said, pointing towards the closed door, "I think we should pass the time with a little pre-dinner drink."
Without waiting for a response, Ossidiana knelt down in front of him and began to undo his pants. Gabriel watched, wide-eyed, as she pulled out his already-engorged penis. He gasped as she took it into her mouth, sucking eagerly as she stroked his shaft.
"Oh, that's it," she moaned, her voice low and sultry. "You're such a good boy." She pulled away from him, revealing a smirk on her face. "But you know what would make me even happier?"
Gabriel shook his head, unsure of what she was getting at. "I want you to do what we talked about earlier," she purred, sliding her hand between his legs. "Smell my feet."
Gabriel's eyes widened in horror. "But... why?" he stammered.
"Because it turns me on," Ossidiana replied matter-of-factly, rolling up her sleeve and pulling off her boot. "Now come on, be a good little slave and give them a good sniff."
Reluctantly, Gabriel lowered his head and inhaled deeply. The sweaty, leathery scent of Ossidiana's foot filled his nostrils, and he struggled not to gag. He closed his eyes, trying to focus on the sensation instead of the smell.
As he savored the scent, he felt Ossidiana's hand on his shoulder, guiding him to her other foot. He took a deep breath, bracing himself for the second foot's intense aroma. But before he could protest, he heard a familiar voice behind him.
"...so what? Having fun without me?" Samantha's tone was teasing, but there was an undertone of annoyance in her voice. Gabriel looked up, meeting her gaze for the first time that night.
"Oh, hi Samantha," Ossidiana said, slipping her foot back into her boot. "We were just passing the time until you were ready." She stood up, smirking at her friend. "But why don't you join us? After all, it's not every day we get to have this much fun."
Samantha glared at Ossidiana for a moment before breaking into a laugh. "Fine," she said, walking past them towards the couch. "I can't resist a good show."
Without another word, Samantha sat down next to Gabriel and propped her feet up on the coffee table. "Well then," she said, eyeing him with amusement. "You've had a taste of Ossidiana's feet. Now it's my turn."
Gabriel looked at her, unsure of what she meant. But before he could ask, he felt her foot press against his chest. "Smell them," she commanded. "And don't forget to lick them clean."
Still reeling from the surprise, Gabriel hesitated for a moment. But then he remembered Ossidiana's words: 'You have to be a good foot licker.' Slowly, he leaned forward and pressed his face between Samantha's feet.
As he savored the scent of her sweaty feet, he couldn't help but wonder when this night would end. But as long as these two beautiful women wanted him to be their little slave, he would do whatever they asked.
