boot-y girl

part 1

The sole of his boot was pressed down hard on her face so that it covered her eyes and crushed her nose down so that she was barely able to breathe.. The heel of the boot forced her mouth to be streteched wide open and completely filled with his boot-meat. He was bucking the heel of his boot like a cock in her mouth, in and out, forcing her to gag on it, never letting her have a moment to take a breath. Between deep mouth thrusts with his heel, he forcefully ground the sole of his boot around, stubbing out her face as if it were a large cigarette that needed to be put out. The grit from bottom of his shoe, acted like a fine abrasive on her face causing her to wince in pain as fine little grains ripped into her skin.

What with his foot crushing her nose and her mouth filled with his boot heel she was starting to get a little dizzy from the lack of breath, so much so that she thought couldn't take much more and was going to pass out. Well, that was until he quickly removed his boot from her now bruised and bleeding face and crashed it down on her well sized tit, stomping down with a heavy step. He took such joy in slamming his boot heels into her breast flesh, alternating that with sharp kicks to her jiggling breastflesh over and over again until they were fiery red and very well bruised lumps of tit meat.

He stepped back, admiring his handiwork and a lit smoke. She was laying there sobbing like a broken rag doll. “ You worthless slut “, he said, “not just 20 minutes ago, you fucking crawled up to Me on your naked belly, in front of the whole crowd, and begged to be my bootslut. Every one here at the club knows you're a bootlicking piece of slut flesh.- that you'd take anything from a Master just to worship his boots. You'd lick anything off of them I'd step in wouldn't you- the more filth on your mouth, the more yumm in your cunt, isn't that right bootslut?'

bootslut didn't answer fast enough for him, so he gave a well placed kick to the very center of her now dripping wet pussy. This caused her to cry out. “Yes Sir, i am a worthless piece of slut flesh that begs to be under your feet!! Please, allow me to worship them, Sir, I'll do anything to smell the scent and feel the press of your bootleather against me”

”Anything? Why of course anything, cuntmeat, because tonight you will belong to me” he chuckled. “And remember, you asked for it. anything indeed!!” He stepped over the form of bootslut and walked across the room causing a path to part in the enamored crowd. “Crawl after me, little cuntie, on your belly, NOT your hands and knees. Keep that face of yours pressed to the floor and your tongue out and licking the ground clean after my steps. I think it's time we get this show on the road.”

With that he went up the stairs to the ground level and proceed to walk across the well lit parking lot to his vehicle. bootslut began to weave her way after him, on her belly-not unlike a worm- getting firm kicks to her tits and ass from the crowd as she crawled by. Up the stairs she snaked, tits catching splinters on the worn wooden stairs, and licked her way out the front door. Getting across the parking lot to the amusement of the onlookers who happened to be standing by was not an easy task, and she was totally humiliated and worn out as she reached his waiting feet. “Look up and me bootlslut, let me clean that tongue,” and with that spit a hug gob of spit into her waiting and gaping mouth. For good measure and for a good visual for him he spat on her face so that his spit was dripping down her eyes and over her cheeks.

After cramming her on the floor of the passenger side of his truck, he arranged her into position so that her asshole was pointing straight up in the air. He ordered her to put her fingers in her asshole and spread it wide. “not wide enough bootlicker, but we'll fix that, “ he said with a chuckle. He pulled a nice cold longneck from the ice chest on the seat, and after having taken a swig, roughly jammed the ice cold bottle, thick side down, into her somewhat gaping asshole - stretching it wide- gaping it more. He rammed the bottle in a little deeper- and left it there. Laughing he said, “You spill a drop on the way home cunt, And there will be more, much much more, trouble for you.”

After what seemed like hours to her, they pulled up to a very dark and very private home. He got out of the truck and came around to open her door. “Out you go bootlicker, and keep that bottle firmly in place. Hit the ground hands and knees, face on the ground tongue out and licking after me. Follow me, oh and keep that ass high in the air and still don't spill a drop. Hahah!!” Quite an awkward position for boot slut. Felt like hell as she slowly hobbled behind him, tongue touching all manner of filth as he finally lead her into what looked to be a small barn. When they reached the door he told her “you're too much of a nasty cunt to get to come into the house with me tonight- I'll get you nice and fixed up out here, and we can continue this little adventure in the morning.”

He roughly pulled out the bottle that was still in her ass and grabbed her by the hair - yanking her head up. With two fingers he forced her mouth open, shoving the shit covered end of the bottle in her mouth. He face fucked her with it for a minute and than made her lick the whole thing clean. “now that we know the bootlicker is a little shit slut too- there's so much more fun we can have. That right bootlicker- tell me what you'll do for me.” Bootslave was quick to respond, “Sir if it pleases you my mouth is yours for anything, as long as I get to lick your boots and sleep under them. Oh Please sir, let me lick the now, Please”

“Then crawl and get my workboots slave, over by the door.” bootlicker was going to gag- they looked like they were covered in who knows what farm animal filth. she placed them both in her mouth and crawled back to him. He ordered her to lay on her back, legs spread as wide as they could go. After locking them into position, wide wide, and back almost to her head, he ordered her to suck the tip of one boot like a good cunt would suck a cock, and he rammed it as far into her mouth as it could go causing her to gag over and over again. He pulled it out and then pushed it as far as it would go up her beer bottle stretched ass and tied it down- so it was sure not to move. He had her repeat the mouth move with the other boot and then slammed that one in her cunt, but talking some time to really slam it deep and hard and fast. He tied that boot down, and now she was deeply impaled on both boots. He ties her hands well over her head, so she was stretched out mighty nice. To top it off he then grabbed one of the filthy socks that fell out of his work boot and with a self satisfied grin pulled out his cock and doused it, and for the most part -all of her tied down form- with his hot piss. He took his piss soaked sock and shoved it in her mouth force filling it till her cheeks puffed out just so.

After he applied a nice strip or two of duct-tape to seal in the sock and stop her screams, he decided he needed a smoke He walked to the truck for another beer and grab his cig's, and was very pleased at the sight of bootslut when he returned. ‘ “I did well a the club tonight, “ he thinks. He bent over his new boottoy and took his smoke from his mouth. Her eyes went wide when she saw what he was about to do. “Yeah bootiegirl, you may like boots, but there's a few things I like too. And we're gonna do all of them- REALLLLLLLL slow. Guess you didn't listen to the gossip at the club about me- or did you. Biggest sadist around here.”

With that, he placed the tip of his smoke on the left titmeat nipple and just left it there. Bootslut bucked with the pain and the smell of her own burning flesh. “Awh maybe I should put it out then, “ he said. So he did, He took his boot clad foot and ground the smoke out on her nipple, searing the flesh even more. “You wanted boot worship slut? Only when it got's boot torture attached to it” So He kicked and squashed her tits around for the next twenty minutes or so til he grew bored. He gave her several huge kicks to the boots buired in her cunt and ass, then yawned, turned, and walked out of the barn. She was in heaven.

boot-y girl

part 2

“What a fine morning indeed,” he thought, as the alarm gently rang and woke him. He stretched his long hard body, and looked out the window, at the lean-to outbuilding his new boot-toy was languishing in. He couldn't help but let out a deep chuckle as his member came to life. He fondled it's girth to full life for a few minutes before getting out of his bed, and with cock in hand, padded to the front door. His dog, Steal, right behind him- ready for his morning walk followed his master with no uncertainty. You would think he could almost smell the lust in the air, his dog-nose picking up on all the scents of the day to come.

After opening the door for the dog, he walked across the yard to the new ‘home' of his bootslut and yanked the door to the shed wide open. Sunlight flooded in and abruptly woke bootlicker. Her eyes widened in terror as she realized last night was not a dream, but a reality- a never-turn-back situation she alone had asked - no - begged - no - licked her way through a parking lot for. There he was- the most wickedbad sadistic dude in the whole scene from these parts, and with his oversized manhood in his hand, was at the door -stroking off and laughing at her.

In two strides he was across the room, boot resting firm on her face again as he continued to stroke. He moved his boot clad foot slowly down her body, and she shuddered at how something potentially bad could feel so good. The feel of his worn black leather boots on her skin drove her mad. With his member switched to his left hand he reached down and with a quick tug ripped the duct tape of bootlickers lips, tearing away sensitive lipflesh and causing her to gasp in newfound pain. He pulled out the sock, and wiped her face down with it, commenting on “How he had to wipe the sweat off.”

He left the sock over her eyes so she could not see, and positioned himself so he had his cock lined up over her mouth, and with his other hand, grasped the two work boots jammed in her cunt and ass and began pumping them in and out with all his strength and none to kindly. As bootslut opened her mouth to gasp- a hot thick potent stream of his morning piss filled her mouth to the brim. “Swallow cuntie, or there will be worse things I put in there” he growled. She was in pain from the pounding and was gagging hard as she swallowed between gasps. His piss went on forever it seemed, and toward the end her whole face and hair were drenched. He untied her legs and kicked her over- so she could lick up what she had spilled. As she was finishing up cleaning the filthy barn floor with her tongue- he said, “ Stick out your tongue- as far as it will go slut- and tilt your head back.” That's the point he stepped down harshly on her tongue, pinning it to the floor. He has such force behind the step- her eyes were bulging. He was a limber sort - and found he could angle down and ram his cock in her mouth while his tongue was being made one with the ground.

He skullfucked her with force all the while grinding her tongue down. “So, this is the tongue of a bootlicking cunt, huh? Well this is what we do to greedy sluts like you. If you want the privilege of cleaning my boots with your tongue, you'll have to earn it. This is only the start bootiegirl.” And with that he hammered away at her mouth and her throat, her mouth stretched wide and tongue not her own. She gagged plenty and snot and puke were coming from her nose- but he finally pounded his manmeat so deep in her throat, she swore he had ripped something. He came then, and filled her throat full, pulling out at the end and spewed the last streams over her eyes and her face- marking his turf as it were. He rubbed his boot over her sticky cum filled face. “And?” he said to her when he was done. “Please sir, if it pleases you, this bootcunt's mouth is available to clean your cum off your boots Sir? He laughed. She licked. He thought about he next adventure.

“Time for a smoke too”, he thought. He kicked away bootlicker and walked across the barn. He lit a smoke, and when she heard the match light up - knew what , or maybe what, was coming. He walked back to his bootcunt and ordered” On your knees, ass in the air finger spread the hole - wide!” She begins to think he has a thing for this position. She waits, stretching her ass for him, and suddenly feels warmth near her tender hole. He begins to tweak the cig over her asshole, lightly burning it here and there, and finally stuck it in her gaping hole, telling her to move her fingers, which closed the hole on the hot burning tip of his smoke, inches into her ass. Snuffing it out- as it were.

She lets out a small scream, and he thinks to himself, “Ohh man, when I pull out the burning coals and all my ‘fun to burn flesh metal ‘toys', that's when the fun is gonna start.. Bootlicking. How boring!” He decides with her ass still in the air and begging for it- she needs some good ass kicking as it were, so he pounds her ass with sharp kicks from his boots, till the bruises start to show deep and dark. As soon as he quits, bootslut turns, and crawls over to his sadistic feet, and loving licks the boots of her tormentor. “Maybe it's time she met the dog”, he thinks watching her make love to his boots. Yes, Maybe it was time.