My girlfriend's friend 3

After that intense afternoon in the eucalyptus forest, where he had fucked me several times under the trees, filling me with semen until it dripped down my thighs, we returned to the house after dark. The way back was silent but charged. My ass throbbed with every movement of the car, constantly reminding me how he had opened me up and used me. We arrived, showered together — kissing under the hot water, his hands roaming my body possessively — and collapsed exhausted into bed. We slept pressed together, his semi-hard cock brushing against my ass all night.

The next day, Tuesday, the dynamic shifted subtly. It was no longer just wild, spontaneous sex. There was a new tension, darker and more exciting. After having breakfast naked in the kitchen, he looked at me with a different smile, more dominant.

“Today I want to try something more,” he said in a deep voice, looking me up and down. “I want you to submit a little. To feel who’s in charge here.”

A shiver of excitement ran down my back. My cock jumped just from his words. I nodded without hesitation.

“Okay. I want to try it.”

He took me to the bedroom. From a drawer he took out a pair of soft black leather handcuffs, a blindfold, and a thin strap. He showed me everything calmly.

“First I’m going to tie you up. Then I’m going to use you however I want. If at any point you want to stop, just say ‘red.’ Understood?”

“Understood,” I replied, my voice already hoarse with anticipation.

He made me lie on the bed on my back. He cuffed my wrists to the bars of the headboard, spreading my arms. Then he put the blindfold on me, leaving me completely in darkness. The vulnerability made me rock hard. I felt him climb onto the bed and position himself at my feet.

He started there: foot worship.

First he took my right foot with both hands. I felt his hot breath over my toes. Then, slowly, he ran his tongue along the sole, from the heel to the tips of my toes. A long, wet, warm lick. I moaned softly. No one had ever done that to me. The sensation was strange, intense, humiliating and exciting at the same time.

“Fuck… what beautiful feet you have,” he murmured against my skin. “I’m going to lick them until you beg.”

He kept licking the entire sole, pressing his tongue firmly, savoring every inch. Then he put my big toe in his mouth and sucked it as if it were a small cock: sucking, circling his tongue around it, taking it in and out. He moved to the next toe, and the next, sucking them one by one, leaving saliva everywhere. He gently nibbled my toes, licked between them, went down to the heel and bit it carefully.

My cock was completely hard, throbbing against my abdomen, leaking precum that ran down the sides. I moaned uncontrollably, pulling at the cuffs.

“You like it, don’t you? Having your feet eaten like a fucking dog,” he said in a ...