Boot-y Girl

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.