The Houseguests - Sex Stories

The Houseguests

... wanted to hear.

“Pretty please, Princess Peta.”

She pulled her feet away, smiling in total triumph. The boys thought it was all a game, but Peta knew better.

Having your feet on another woman’s face was a total power move. I had the advantage over her given it was my house she was living in, but she’d just put a massive dent in that advantage. She could see the sudden uncertainty in my eyes, my confidence having just taken a huge hit, and she was ready to press home her advantage.

“I’m sorry, Elena,” she smiled, “That was really bitchy of me. Let me make it up to you by giving you a massage.”

I wasn’t thinking clearly. She’d stripped away my ability to think tactically. In my mind, having her massaging me right there on the beach was a good way to take back control. I nodded.

“Roll over, then,” she said, standing, pushing her foot into the side of my head as Kevin let my husband get up.

“Ooooh, one of THOSE massages,” Kevin chuckled, “You’re in for a treat, Elena!”

I’d had no idea what was coming, but in an instant, little Peta was stepping onto my tight stomach.

“Heyyyy,” I groaned as her entire weight bore down on my stomach.

“Yeah, it hurts at first,” Kevin chuckled, “But once you get used to it… It’s magical!”

There was just something about it. This woman slowly walking up and down my body. She walked down my legs, then slowly back up. With each step, she dug her soft toes into my skin. I looked up at her bikini-clad ass as she worked ...

... her toes into my thighs. She turned, breasts heaving as she kneaded my stomach with her toes. And then, slowly, she moved her foot to my breast, pressing my right breast with her toes while her other foot rested on my stomach.

It felt incredible. The mix of pain with her weight on my stomach and the pleasure of her toes skilfully manipulating my breast. She alternated, her other foot now having its way with my left breast.

I was losing my mind. She was drawing a reaction from my body, and her smug smile said she knew it. Peta was ready to move in for the kill.

“Should I stop?” she asked loudly.

Yes. Yes.

But she turned and placed one foot right between my legs onto my bikini bottoms, gently pressing her foot onto my pussy and ever so gently working it back and forth.

“I said should I stop?”

My response came out as a weak, pathetic whine.

“Nooo.”

She was getting me off with her foot right there on the beach, and both men were looking on completely mesmerised.

“Such a wonderful massage costs $200, Elena. Will you pay for my… Services?”

Her voice was suddenly low… Seductive… And I was nodding.

“Your wife’s purse, please, Steven,” she said commandingly, my husband reaching into the bag and producing my purse, handing it to Peta as her foot on my bikini-covered pussy held me under her spell.

She opened the purse.

“$500 would seem to be a more appropriate amount given the obvious pleasure I’m giving you, Elena,” she grinned, taking the money ...