I’m hanging out at the house this afternoon and get a phone call. It’s Elizabeth asking me if she can stop by so that I can help her with something. I say sure, and it’s not much later that there is a knock on the door. She comes bouncing in and says “Surprise!!!” And points to her feet:
Oh my friggin word! Sooooo sexy and delicious!!! Shoedog had all he could do to control himself. “Guess where I’m going, hmmm???” Shoedog knew. She was going to doggysit 3 giant bloodhounds that have a taste for her sneakers and she has let them eat several pairs of her new Nikes, as she is pretty sure it is a turn on for me and she LOVES to tease. “I’m going to be staying at Donna’s and doggysitting for a whole week! Oh, and I just HOPE that my brand new Nikes don’t get eaten all up for dessert!” She giggles as she waits for my reaction. I get shaky and heart starts beating fast as cock goes hard. Still, Shoedog stands fast. Then she goes in for the kill. I see she is sockless and wiggling her toes and pressing them into the soft leather. “Those hungry hounds give the BEST foot massages. I can’t WAIT to sit down in the recliner and let them go crazy. The feel of their tongues licking and teeth sinking and hot breath and drool on my sneakers and bare feet is AMAZING!!! Of course, they will eventually rip out all the laces and wrestle both new Nikes off my feet. But thats not the best part: My favorite part is that once they run off with my new Nikes to enjoy them, they will spend an hour licking the insides and filling them up with LOTS of warm slimy bloodhound slobber. I LOVE to slip my bare feet into them and feel all the squishy gooey bubbly slobber between my toes. It’s HEAVEN!!!” Before she even finished talking, I was headed to the bathroom to clean up a slight “accident“ before it wet thru the front of my pants. She was still standing there when I came back out. Then she says in her teasing tone “So are you sure you don’t want to have a quick little nibble, hmmm?” And she holds her foot up toward Shoedog’s mouth. “This will be your only chance, because once I’m at Donna’s, they will be fair game for the hounds!”
As hard as it was to resist the urge, Shoedog knew that the ecstasy of tasting that new Nike would be small compared to the amount of agony Elizabeth would inflict against him in mockery and teasing for years to come. So Elizabeth left a few minutes later. A while later, I got this pic and a message:
Somebody’s getting really frisky for my new Nikes
Then another:
Getting ready to wrestle them off my feet and lick them out
Ok, I might have to call for an ambulance if my heart doesn’t stop fluttering soon. Damn girl is gonna kill me!!!!
