You know they say that your past has a habit if catching up with you? Well, it couldn’t be truer for me. My name is Jason, let me tell you about it…
About five years ago I was in a relationship with a girl called Amanda. So far so normal, right? But it wasn’t just any relationship, she was my first girlfriend and she was also a few years older than me. To be honest I wasn’t really what you’d call ‘a catch’ back then. I was tubby and awkward, my hair was a mess and I had zero ‘game’.
Luckily for me, I met Amanda through work and she took a bit of a shine to me for some reason. We ended up talking at lunch and eventually after a lot of prompting and flirting from her I summoned the courage to ask her out. After that we dated for eighteen months or so. I lost my virginity to her, but after a few months things started to change.
She seemed to lose interest in sex with me, but she still loved it when I went down on her… so over time our sex life just kind of evolved until it mainly consisted of me eating her pussy and then her jerking me off. Eventually even that dried up and I ended up jerking myself off after I made her cum.
It sounds odd now, when I say it out loud, but it was so gradual, so organic that it seemed almost normal at the time.
Eventually it got so that I couldn’t remember the last time she’d even jerked me off and she only kissed me when she wanted me to use my tongue on her. Also, she started covering herself up in bed, like when I went down on her she’d wear a baggy T-shirt and tell me to cum on her feet.
Amanda had pretty feet and I didn’t mind cumming on them, in fact it was quite sexy, but it got so that the only place I was ‘allowed’ to cum was on her feet and then one day, after I’d spunked over them, she told me to clean her feet with my tongue. I refused at first, but Amanda persisted and promised me that if I licked her feet clean she would let me fuck her again. So after some hesitation I reluctantly did as she asked.
Amanda watched me closely as I licked up my mess, giggling softly to herself as my tongue worked between her toes to get every last drop.
“You want to fuck me so badly don’t you J?” she taunted. “So bad you’d even eat your own cum for me.”
It felt really weird doing that the first time, but it didn’t taste as bad as I’d thought it might. I just wanted things to go back to how they were when we first got together, but of course they didn’t. The next time we went to bed Amanda wanted me to eat her pussy as normal, but after I made her cum and started to move up the bed, she put her hand on my chest and stopped me.
She told me she didn’t want to fuck, but she said she would let me jerk off on her pussy as long as I cleaned it up afterwards.
I don’t know what possessed me to do that, I guess I was horny and malleable and a few minutes later I sprayed ropes of hot cum all over her perfectly smooth pussy. As I bent down to lick my creamy cum from between her legs she guided my head with her hands.
“That’s it J-Boy, clean that pussy good.”
Amanda found this most amusing, in fact from that day on she mostly called me ‘J-Boy’ or ‘Jerk Boy’ but after that one time I was relegated back to cumming on her feet and cleaning them. When I objected she would get moody and it just wasn’t worth the aggravation, so I accepted it to keep the peace.
It was weird, at first I resented her for making me do this but after a while I kind of got used to it, started to like it even. I guess if I’d had more experience and more self-belief I probably would have stood up for myself or found another girlfriend, but at the time I was totally in awe of her and didn’t want to rock the boat.
Eventually of course, the relationship petered out. I suspect she was probably fucking someone else way before she dumped me, but I’ve never really known for sure.
After Amanda I realised I needed to put a bit more effort in if I wanted another girl to notice me, so I cut my hair and lost some weight. I still wasn’t exactly fighting them off, but I occasionally got a bit of action and at least I got a modicum of self-respect back.
Then I met Stephanie. She was just as pretty as Amanda (maybe even prettier) and I was stoked when she agreed to date me. She had a gorgeous body and she liked sex too. Normal sex, not making me cum on her feet and all that. Though, if I’m honest, deep, deep down I kind of missed that and I often fantasised about it while we were fucking or when I was jerking off alone.
Then one day she told me she was starting a course, her work was paying for it and she had to go to a local college on a Tuesday night. Cool, so I’d have Tuesdays to myself to watch football or game I thought to myself…
Well, yeah… the problem was she wanted me to pick her up afterwards because there was nowhere to park, or she was worried about leaving her car or it was too dark, I don’t know. Whatever. And me being a good boyfriend, of course, I agreed to pick her up.
So the third or fourth Tuesday, I’m sitting in the car waiting for her when I see her coming out of the building chatting with this girl Christina, a hot half-Asian, half-English girl who I vaguely knew because she was a friend of Amanda’s.
“Fuck no,” I said to myself as the pair approached the car.
“Hi babe,” said Stephanie. “Would you mind if we gave Christina a lift home?”
Honestly the last thing I wanted to do was give Christina a lift home, I wanted to drive away as fast as possible and never see her again… but what could I do. If I said no I’d look like a dick and I’d have to explain why.
“Oh yeah, sure… no problem.”
“Thanks babe.”
Christina got in the back seat and Stephanie introduced us.
“This is Christina,” she said to me… “And this is Jason,” she said to Christina.
“Hi Jason,” said Christina with a slightly puzzled look on her face.
“Hi Christina,” I said. “Where do you live?”
She told me the address and I headed that way, while Stephanie blabbed away about this and that (I really wasn’t listening at this point, I was more concerned about the eyes staring at me from the back seat).
“I feel like I’ve met you somewhere before…” said Christina eventually.
“Really?” I asked, feigning ignorance. “I don’t recognize you, sorry.”
Stephanie gave me an accusing look, as if this was some great revelation and I had done something wrong in my past by banging her new friend before I’d even met her. Not that I had of course… but yeah I definitely had something to hide.
Christina let it drop and we soon arrived outside her door where she got out and left us alone. A few blocks from Christina’s house Stephanie started her interrogation; How did I know her new friend? Where had I met her before?, etc etc… it was super annoying, but I just denied everything. After all, it had been a long time since I’d met Christina and I looked quite different then, she probably wouldn’t even remember me.
Then again, maybe I was overreacting. I had no idea if Christina knew about me and Amanda’s ‘unusual’ sex life, but I wasn’t taking any chances.
The next week I picked the pair of them up from the college again and nothing was said. I breathed a sigh of relief and thought, okay – panic over, I can relax. But then a couple of weeks later I was going down on Stephanie and I thought I heard her call me ‘J-Boy’. I looked up quickly but her eyes were closed and I thought I must be hearing things. A few minutes later she came really hard and when I went to get on top of her she apologised and said she was really worn out now and could we leave it till the next day.
I was a little frustrated, but I didn’t want to be a dick about it so I said ‘sure, no problem’ and I held her tight until she went to sleep, my cock throbbing against her gorgeous ass.
Once she fell asleep I got out of bed and went to the toilet, where I jerked off fantasizing about Amanda and how she would have made me cum on her feet and lick them clean.
The next night was Tuesday and Christina was nowhere to be seen. But on the way home Stephanie suddenly said ‘You never told me you had a nickname.”
“What?”
“Christina remembered where she’d seen you before. Apparently you dated her friend Amanda a few years ago.”
“Oh, yeah… that’s right, oh that’s that Christina is it? I only met her once I think, I forgot all about her.”
Stephanie looked distinctly unimpressed with my blatant lying.
“She said Amanda called you J-Boy, is that true?”
I thought quickly, but couldn’t see a way to deny it without causing more trouble.
“Oh, yeah… that’s right. She did.”
“Christina said they all called you that.”
“Huh?”
“All Amanda’s friends.”
“Oh… I didn’t know that.”
Stephanie gave me a quizzical look, then started to say something but decided against it.
A few moments later she brought it up again…
“So… why J-Boy?”
“Hmm?”
“Why did Amanda and her friends call you J-Boy?” she placed an irritating emphasis on ‘Amanda’ that slightly put my back up.
“I don’t know…I mean, my name is Jason after all.”
I looked over at her and she had a funny look on her face, like she wasn’t buying my bullshit.
“But anyway, what does it matter. I haven’t seen Amanda for years.”
Stephanie looked out of the window for a while then said, “Well, I think it suits you.”
“Huh?”
“I said I think it suits you…”
Shortly afterwards we arrived home and I left her to get showered, hopefully this ‘J-Boy’ shit would be forgotten in a couple of days, in the meantime there was no point making a big thing out of it otherwise Stephanie would start digging for more info and that would not end well.
While she showered I watched TV and then played a game for a while. About 10:30 Stephanie came and told me she was beat and she was going to bed. She kissed me and said ‘goodnight J-Boy’, and smirked as she left the room.
“Fuck,” I thought to myself. “I really don’t need this right now.”
I tried to go back to my game, but I couldn’t concentrate. My cock was hard and aching to be touched and my head was filled with thoughts of Stephanie acting like Amanda had all those years ago. After a few minutes I couldn’t take it anymore, I threw my game controller down and pulled down my shorts. I grabbed my cock and pumped it hard and fast until I exploded into my other hand. Then I lifted my hand to my mouth and greedily licked up my cum, I hadn’t tasted it since the last time I’d cum on Amandas feet and it took me right back there.
I heard a noise by the door and froze, was Stephanie there watching me? I stayed stock still for almost a minute before I felt sure she wasn’t there.
Why the fuck did she have to go and make friends with Christina, when everything was going great? Dammit!
The next night Stephanie and I had sex and it was great, I even kept my cool when she called me J-Boy while I was going down on her. But even so, this whole Christina thing rattled me. Should I come clean with Stephanie about my past? It seemed like a really bad idea to me, and I had zero reason to believe Christina had told Stephanie anything, beyond that I had a nickname.
But then again… Christina and I had never really hit it off, if she knew anything she was bound to tell Stephanie eventually. Fuck!
I fretted about all this for days, and then the next Tuesday, when I went to pick up Stephanie from the college, there she was again.
“Fuck…” I thought. “Here we go again.”
The two girls got into the back seat, chatting and barely acknowledging me… this was not good. They were clearly becoming closer and that could mean only one thing. At least in my head.
As we pulled away from the kerb outside Christina’s house she waved and shouted “Thanks J-Boy.”
I grimaced inside, hoping that Stephanie hadn’t heard it, which of course she had.
The next few days I fell into a real funk, things seemed to be going wrong between Stephanie and I and one day after work I snapped and decided I was going to confront Christina.
Oh I know, great idea Jason!
I made my way to her house and knocked on the door, only for it to be answered by a scary looking dude in a black vest and jeans.
“Oh… hi, is Christina here?”
The guy looked down at me like I was a piece of shit on the pavement.
“Who wants to know?”
“I’m… my girlfriend is her friend, she was here the other night, she…. she thinks she left her sunglasses here.”
The guy looked at me and closed the door without saying a word.
A few moments later the door opened and Christina stood there in shortest shorts I’d ever seen and a crop top showing off her pierced belly button.
“Oh, it’s you..” said Christina, looking disappointed. “What do you want?”
“I need to talk to you,” I said, firmly but politely.
“Okay, come in…”
She led me through to the lounge where I awkwardly sat on the edge of a sofa and nervously tried to gather my thoughts.
“So what’s on your mind J-Boy?” she said, settling herself in a chair with her legs lifted up on the cushion.
“Don’t call me that,” I said.
She looked at me with contempt, fully aware that she held all the cards in this conversation.
“That’s your name isn’t it… Jerk Boy?”
I bit my lip, trying to keep a lid on my anger.
“No, it’s Jason.”
“You’ll always be J-Boy to me.”
I stared at her angrily.
“What have you told Stephanie?”
“I haven’t told her anything… yet. Apart from the J-boy thing, obviously… why, do you not want me to tell her the rest?”
“No of course I don’t want you to tell her,” I spluttered indignantly.
“Noted,” Christina said, staring vacantly at her toe nails as she idly stroked her pretty feet.
I noticed my cock was starting to get hard, Christina was way hotter than I gave her credit for.
“Are you sure you haven’t told her anything?” I asked again.
Christina looked at me and said in a mocking tone “Your secret is safe with me…”
“Please Christina, don’t mess this up for me.”
“I’m making no promises,” she said. “I thought you were a loser when Amanda was dating you and though I must admit you’ve made some improvements, I still think Stephanie’s way too good for the likes of you.”
I decided to change tack. Big mistake.
“Well… you know, Amanda wasn’t exactly discreet about you either. She told me some stories back in the day, perhaps your ‘friend’ would like to hear some of them?”
Christina’s face dropped.
“What did she tell you?” she asked warily, her voice dropping to not much more than a whisper.
“She told me plenty about you as it goes… at the time I didn’t think much of it, after all we weren’t exactly friends, were we?”
“No…” Christina answered in a remorseful tone. “No, we weren’t.”
We fell into an awkward silence and I felt my gaze drawn to Chtristina’s feet. Her fingers were still gently playing with her toes and instep, I wondered if she know the effect this was having on me.
“So what did she tell you?” prompted Chirstina cautiously.
“She told me about when you two went to Ibiza together and you fucked four guys in one night.”
Christina looked shocked that her friend betrayed her trust with this information, but she couldn’t help but fire back.
“Yeah, well Amanda fucked plenty of guys that week too. In fact she brought two guys back to the room and fucked them both while I was trying to get to sleep…”
Now it was my turn to look shocked.
“Oh, you didn’t know about that huh?”
“Of course I didn’t!” I replied incredulously.
Christina showed me no pity and kept on swinging.
“Of course she was fucking other guys, do you really think she was satisfied with just having you eat her pussy and jerk off on her feet? No. She was fucking lots of guys, in fact I wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t eat her out after she fucked someone else…”
I thought back to how sometimes Amanda would come home late on a Friday night and have me eat her pussy, but no… surely I would have noticed?
I tried to put it out of my mind, after all Amanda was in the past, Stephanie was the future.
“But anyway, yes, maybe I was a bit of slut back then… I can’t deny it, but I also don’t regret it and I really don’t think my landlord is going to care anyway.”
“Your what?”
“My landlord, Mark… the guy who let you in.”
Christina played with her feet some more while she let that sink in.
“You know, I really hadn’t decided what I was going to tell Stephanie… it was fun to drop the
J-Bomb of course, but I probably would have left it there if you hadn’t come around here trying to intimidate me. Now I can’t wait to tell her.”
“No Christina, please don’t…. please don’t fuck this up for me. I really like her.”
Christina leaned back and took a deep breath, the contempt written all over her face made her even hotter and I couldn’t help being drawn to stare at her beautiful feet.
“You really are a pathetic little foot boi aren’t you? I know, they’re soooo pretty aren’t they?” Christina said in a mocking tone.
“And my nails are so beautifully painted too…”
“Yes,” I muttered reverentially.
“I bet you’d do just about anything to touch and kiss them wouldn’t you?”
I nodded, even though I hated myself for falling into her trap so easily.
“I bet you’re dying to stroke that little cock aren’t you? I bet it’s as hard as it’s ever been right now…”
Christina parted her legs slightly giving me a view of her smooth inner thighs and her hand fell between them, gently massaging her pussy through her tight little shorts.
“Maybe I could use you sometimes… Amanda told me you loved eating pussy when you were with her. Is that true?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, I’ll keep that in mind, but for now I want you on your knees, right here.”
Christina pointed to the floor in front of her and I was there like a shot.
Christina smiled as she looked down at me.
“Now, as long as you do exactly what you’re told, I don’t see any reason why Stephanie needs to know about you and Amanda. Okay?”
I nodded deferentially, hypnotized by her gorgeous feet. She flexed her toes and slowly moved her right foot towards my mouth.
“Kiss it,” she said calmly.
I kissed the instep of her foot, the soft, smooth skin brushing against my lips made my cock ache between my legs.
“Keep going,” ordered Christina relaxing back into the sofa and gently rubbing herself as she looked down at me.
After a while she told me to suck on her toes, which I eagerly did.
“Are you thinking back to how it used to be with Amanda?” she asked.
I nodded as I sucked on her big toe.
“That’s it, suck that toe J-Boy, suck it like you’d suck a cock.”
My cock throbbed even harder and I let out an involuntary groan.
I heard Christina chuckle to herself and she tilted her foot so that the sole was pointing towards me.
“Lick it,” she said. “Lick my dirty feet clean like a good little bitch, that’s it…”
I obediently lapped at the sole of her feet, my hand surreptitiously moving between my legs and rubbing my aching cock through the front of my jeans.
“Now, get that pretty little foot in your mouth and suck it.”
Chirstina angled her foot towards me again and pushed it towards my mouth. I opened up as wide as I could and she wriggled her foot until all five toes were between my lips.
“You miss this don’t you J-Boy, you miss having a dominant woman to make you worship her feet… that’s it, get it deeper in there.”
Christina started to fuck my mouth with her petite foot. I was so fucked now, but I didn’t care, all I could think about was shooting my load onto Christina’s incredible, sexy feet.
Finally Christina pulled her foot clear of my mouth, leaving me gasping for breath.
“I know you’re close,” she giggled. “Now, show me what you used to do with Amanda.”
I reached down and unzipped my jeans, my cock was rock hard and I knew it wasn’t going to take long… but it wasn’t like she was going to be impressed with my ‘stamina’.
“That’s it… come on, show me what you’ve got,” taunted Christina.
Without shame I pulled my cock out and started jerking it furiously while I sucked on the toes of her other foot.
“I hope you’ve got a nice big load for me,” teased Christina. “I want to see my feet completely covered…”
I grunted loudly, the edge was fast approaching and her words were bringing it ever closer, ever quicker.
“That’s it, don’t hold back… just pump and dump, all over my pretty feet.”
I gasped loudly.
“It’s going to taste so good, isn’t it J-Boy… so, so good off my beautiful toes.”
“Yes,” I groaned.
“Nearly as good as my delicious pussy, perhaps? Maybe you’ll find out soon…”
I started to tense up and within a few seconds I felt the cum erupting from my cock and spattering across Christina’s gorgeous feet.
“Good bitch,” giggled Christina while I continued pumping until I felt completely drained. Her delicate toes and instep looked so sexy spattered with my cream and without a word from her I bent down and started to lap at the mess I had made.
Christina groaned approvingly, moving her feet around to help me get every last morsel of cum while she rubbed her pussy through her shorts with one hand and filmed my debasement on her phone with the other.
“Good boy,” she said. “Make sure you get every drop of that tasty load.”
By the time I looked up she had put the phone down, I didn’t even find out that she had filmed me until weeks later. Predictably, my relationship with Stephanie fell apart – which wasn’t surprising really. How could I carry on living like that, sneaking off to eat Christina’s pussy whenever she called, knowing that at any time she could tell Stephanie everything?
Once that was over Christina thought my enthusiasm for serving her was waning and she ‘let me know’ that she took a video of me the first time she had me lick my cum off her feet. Just in case I thought I could move on and start again.
And predictably as things progressed so Christina’s behaviour towards me got worse and worse. She really enjoyed humiliating me. And I gradually sank lower and lower, becoming completely obsessed with her even though I knew I was never going to be anything more than a slave to her.
Ocassionally, if I really pleased her she would jerk me off with her feet, which was absolutely mindblowing, but mostly I ate her pussy and made her cum, sometimes after she came back from her dates. She loved watching me eat another guy’s cum out of her pussy and that’s when she had her hardest orgasms.
Eventually her landlord bought the house next door and moved out, so Christina had a spare room in her house which was up for rent. Christina talked me into moving in and once she had me under her roof I was completely in her power. She would visit me at all times of the day and night and make me worship her feet, pussy and eventually her asshole.
I had never licked a woman’s ass before and at first I didn’t really like it, but gradually I started to enjoy and crave it and each time she entered my room I would hope that was what she was there for. Quite often she would appear in the middle of the night and straddle my face, her pussy dripping with cum. She was already satisfied, so it wasn’t about me making her cum, she just wanted to use my mouth as a cum dump and have me clean her up. Once I did that she would give me my ‘reward’, hotching forward until her ass was right over my mouth and mocking me while I worshipped her hole.
At first I used to lick her gently, just lapping around her rosebud. But as time progressed I used my tongue to penetrate her asshole and she in turn pushed back against it, forcing it deeper, while she called me her ‘cuckold’ or her ‘bitch’… by the time she got off me and left me alone I was practically edging and I would jerk off immediately, replaying in my head what just happened.
Over time Christina started introducing me to her friends. She was completely open with them about our unusual ‘relationship’ and one by one they all ended up at the house wanting to watch me worship Christina’s gorgeous feet. Christina always offered her friends the use of my mouth and most accepted. I think she quite enjoyed watching me suck other girl’s toes but I was only ever allowed to cum on Christina’s feet and she never offered to let me lick any of these other girls’ pussies, just their feet.
It was humiliating and I fully expected her to make me cum on her feet and clean them in front of her friends one day, but she never did. Maybe she thought it was more effective to keep it hanging over me than to actually go through with it, who knows?
We’ve been ‘together’ for ten years now and we’re still living this strange life. We actually ended up buying a house together, which I never saw coming, but she still lives as she pleases – and even though I know she has at least that one video of me (and probably more, I’m sure) I’ve never seriously wanted to leave.
Occasionally she jokes about buying a strap-on and really making me her bitch, but it seems like it’s just talk. For her this is all about me serving her, however she pleases, not her fulfilling my fantasies… but needless to say, just hearing her say it fuels my submissive daydreams, and she knows it.
Sure, it’s not the close, loving relationship I envisioned when I was younger, but I can’t imagine living a normal ‘vanilla’ relationship now. I need to be used, teased and humiliated and Christina is the perfect partner for that. Maybe one day she’ll find someone she wants to ‘settle’ down with, or maybe this is her idea of ‘settling down’, I’m not really sure… I just take each day as it comes and enjoy it while it lasts.
The bizarre thing is, apart from the occasional footjob, Christina has never even touched my cock once. I asked her to jerk me off one time and she gave me a lecture about knowing my place. Oh yeah, and she still calls me ‘J-Boy’ and so do her friends… even the ones who weren’t invited round to the house.
Cest la vie.
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