This story is based on Image 11 for the March Writing Contest.
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I shouldn’t be doing this. I SHOULD NOT be doing this! I think to myself as I look at the basket of dirty laundry sitting on the bed before me. But despite knowing that what I want is wrong, I peer around the room nervously, checking over my shoulders to make sure that nobody is around before plunging my hand into the heap of clothes. As I rummage around in the bin of fabric, a single thought bounces around in my head.
What am I doing?
I recently lost my job unexpectedly. I’ve been floundering trying to find a new job, but no matter how many applications I’ve submitted, nobody seems to want to hire me. But fortunately my friend Carson and his girlfriend Annie had a solution.
Carson has been my best friend for forever. After college he worked himself into a super high paying tech job and has been living a cushy life since then. When I told him about my recent employment troubles, he immediately offered for me to come and do some work around his house for pay. At first I turned him down, not wanting to be pitied, but as time passed and rejection emails continued to flood my inbox, I decided that it was maybe worth a shot.
So for the past few days I have been showing up to his massive house and working on a list of tasks left for me. Some of it is outside work, gardening and lawn care type things. Some of it is inside, laundry and dishes and general handyman work. It’s pretty simple, and he’s been generous with the pay. There’s just one problem…
Annie.
And not in the way that you’d maybe expect. She’s not mean. She’s not rude, or demanding, or obtrusive in any way really. She’s just…there. Since Carson is the breadwinner of the house, Annie doesn’t have to work, so she stays at home. Which is fine, except for one thing.
She is so fucking hot!
Like ridiculously so. A perfect 10 if there ever was one. And that might sound like more of a perk than a problem. But she is my best friend’s girlfriend. The best friend who has hired me to be here. I can’t just be standing around ogling her with my dick hard. I need to be respectful and do the work.
But God does she make that difficult.
It feels like no matter what I try to do, she’s there. I’m cleaning their living room. Suddenly it’s time for her to do yoga, bending and stretching in front of me in pants so tight that I can see her pussy lips pressing through the fabric. Or maybe I want to skim some leaves out of the pool. Guess who suddenly wants to lay out and get some sun, wearing the smallest bikini known to man, where if she sneezed too hard her huge tits would come bouncing out for me to see.
I swear that it feels intentional sometimes. But she’s never made a move, never said anything to indicate that she’s trying to seduce me. So I’ve written it off as her enjoying the company due to usually being in the house alone. And that my lust for her is entirely unrequited. But that doesn’t make it burn any less.
A few minutes ago, I was cleaning the kitchen when she came bounding in. She was wearing a nice, yellow dress with a plunging neckline of course, pulling my attention to her ample cleavage as she steps into my line of sight.
“Joey,” she said. “I’m going to be heading into town for a little bit. I just have to run a couple errands. Is it okay if I leave you here alone for a bit?”
I directed my eyes to the pile of dishes in the sink to avoid having my vision drawn in by the enticing pull of her breasts. “Yeah. That should be fine. I’m just finishing up a final few tasks before I head home.”
“Perfect. Thank you so much! You’ve been a big help.” She walked towards me and gave me a big hug from my side. I could feel her tits press against my arm. I slammed my eyes shut and tried not to react until she pulled away. “Oh! And one more thing. I know it wasn’t on the list, but I seem to have made another load of laundry and would really like to have it done by tomorrow. Is there any way that you’d be able to get to those?”
“Of course,” I responded quickly.
“Great! Thank you again! I’ll be back in a flash!” she exclaimed as she walked out to the garage. As I heard the sound of her car pull out into the driveway, I took a deep breath before heading upstairs.
And now here I stand, elbow deep in a pile of dirty laundry unable to resist the temptation to take hold of the clothes that have been graced to touch her skin. In the midst of the heap I find some of her underwear, a lacey, black thong. I pull it out from the others and look intently at it.
My mind fills with images of her parading around the house wearing nothing but the panties. I envision her in the kitchen, opening the fridge, searching for something to eat, only to find what she is looking for in the bottom drawer. I imagine her leaning over, the small black fabric barely concealing her, seemingly wedged into her crevices, leaving her beautiful round ass perfectly on display.
I can feel my cock growing hard in my pants, the denim of my jeans stretching around it. My right hand immediately finds its way to my now bulging penis and begins squeezing and tugging at it gently.
A part of me is telling myself to stop. That we haven’t crossed a line yet and that if I just stop and do the laundry that everything will be fine and that nobody has to know. But as I look at the thong resting in my palm, I no longer feel the ability to restrain myself.
My hand moves from the lump in my jeans slightly over to the main button. I unfasten it and quickly unzip the fly. I reach into my pants and pull out now fully erect dick up and out through the front, before stroking myself freely. With my other hand I pull her panties to my nose and inhale deeply trying to take in whatever faint remnants of her pussy there may be.
I let out a light groan of relief as I begin to pleasure myself but soon take notice of something else in the pile. Atop the mound of worn clothing lies a single pink sock. I recognize it as the ones that she was wearing during her yoga workout the other day. My inner foot fetish warps my thoughts. I can’t help but think about the shape of her feet. The way that they move. They way that they would feel. The way that they would smell.
Without a conscious thought I set the underwear back onto the pile and exchange it for the sock. I immediately move it to my face and get a big whiff. It possesses a sweaty, musty post workout scent that would maybe be revolting to some, but leaves me feeling elated. I can envision her standing before me as I am down on my knees. She’s lifting her foot to my face, presenting it for me to worship.
I soon realize that the one sock is not enough. I quickly sort through the pile to find its pair and shortly I do. I immediately open the cuff of the sock and slide my throbbing cock into it until it is fully sheathed. Its warmth encompasses me, filling me with delight.
I return to stroking myself beneath the fabric with one hand, and holding the other sock to my nose with the other. Fantasies of Annie flood my mind fueling my self pleasure. I can feel myself approaching climax. My hand begins to move faster along my shaft. My breath quickens. But just as I’m about to finish…
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?”
I quickly turn around to see Annie standing in the doorway with her mouth agape. I pull the sock from my nose and try to hide it behind my back. “It’s not what it looks like!” explodes from me without my thinking. I look down and see my hard cock sticking straight out from my body wrapped in pink fabric.
“Really? It’s not what it looks like? Because it looks like you have your dick in my sock!” she yells angrily.
“I…uhhhhh…I….it’s not…” I stutter out trying to come up with some sort of explanation. But as she glares at me with fire in her eye, I quickly realize that it’s no use. “That’s…exactly what it is.”
“You fucking pervert!” she exclaims.
“I’m sorry! You said you were going to be out for a while and I just…”
“Decided to jerk off into my laundry?”
“Yeah…I guess…I’m sorry. Please don’t tell Carson. I’ll just go and we can forget this even happened,” I plead.
I grab the tip of the sock and begin to pull it off of myself. “STOP!” she commands. “Don’t move!” I flinch from her sudden outburst and release my grip. She looks me up and down. Her demeanor has shifted from outraged to contemplative. “You aren’t getting out of this that easily. After all, you have been naughty,” she says with a seductive smirk.
My heart begins pounding in my chest. She can’t be serious. “W-what do you mean?”
She looks into my eyes and with an unchanging tone or expression she utters a single word. “Strip.”
“I’m sorry?” I mutter.
“You heard me. Strip. You needed so bad to get off that you had to start stroking your dick into my clothes, then you can do it. But now that I’m here I make the rules. So strip.”
“Look Annie, I’m sorry. I know I messed up, but I don’t think I can do that. Carson is my best friend and I…”
“Oh yeah. Such a good friend. I’m sure he’d love that you were using his girlfriend’s socks and underwear to cum while he pays you to clean his house. Ooh! Let’s find out, shall we?”
She reaches into her purse and pulls out her phone. She turns it on and taps the screen a few times before turning it around showing that she is calling Carson on speaker. The dial tone rings out as the call goes through. My heart sinks. She’s serious.
After a few rings, the tone stops. “Hey babe. What’s up?”
“Hiiiiii baby! How’s it going?” Annie responds with a devilish smile across her face.
“Oh it’s busy as usual. Did you need something?”
“I was just wanting to check in. Do you have a second to talk about Joey?” she says, looking directly at me.
I panic. If I don’t do something she’s going to tell him.
“Sure. Is he causing trouble?” Carson asks with a laugh.
Without thinking I tear my shirt off up and over my head and drop it to the floor and gesture to my topless body. She bites her bottom lip and points at my pants and then down to the ground, instructing me to take them off.
“Oh no. Of course not. He’s doing everything perfectly.” She says as she watches me drop my pants to the ground and step out of them. “I was just wanting to tell you again, how great it is that you’re doing this. I can tell this is something that he needs. And it’s helped me out a lot as well.” I try to take the sock off of my cock as well, but I see her shake her head.
“Oh…well that’s great to hear! I just hope that this is enough to keep him off the streets for a while.”
I watch as her eyes scan up and down my body. “Well, worst comes to worst we can always keep him around for longer. We have the means to give him what he needs.”
“Ha ha. That’s true. But hey, I have to run off to a meeting. Can we talk about this when I get off? I should be able to get out of here soon.”
“Of course, dear. I love you.”
“I love you. See you later!”
“Bye baby,” she says before tapping the disconnect button.
She approaches me slowly and walks a circle around me as she examines my nude body. “Well well. You’re really quite the looker,” she says as she stops directly in front of me. “Do you think that I’m pretty, Joey?” I breathe heavily unsure of how exactly to answer. “Don’t lie to me now. I think your body may tell on you.”
I can feel my cock throbbing hard between my legs. I swallow and respond. “Yes.”
She puts her index finger onto me and begins tracing shapes into my skin with her perfectly manicured nails. “Yes…what?” she prods.
“Yes. I think you’re pretty,” I respond sheepishly.
“Good. I was beginning to wonder. As much as I’ve been parading around this week, I would have expected something more than a passing glance. But I suppose you were just letting it build,” she says as she runs her finger down my belly stopping just above my pubic hair. “May I ask why the socks?”
“Ummm…just a fetish…I guess,” I say somewhat embarrassed.
“Interesting,” she responds.
She takes a step toward me. Both of her hands rise to my chest. She leans in close. I feel myself drawn into her and move my lips toward hers. But just before I can reach them, she shoves me hard back onto the bed, knocking the bin of clothes to the floor.
I look down my body to see her stepping out of her shoes and revealing her bare feet. She steps to the side of the bed and climbs onto the mattress. She sits criss cross directly next to my crotch. My cock is standing straight into the air in desperate need of relief. Her large round breasts are practically hanging out of her dress.
“So tell me,” she says as she lightly runs her nails up and down the fabric of the sock concealing me. “When you were in here…all alone…stroking your cock…to the thought of my pretty, little feet…was there a part of you that wished that I would catch you in the act?”
Her gentle scratches send tingles up my spine as I form a response. “Y-Yes.”
She wraps her fingers around my socked shaft. “That I would find you…and push you onto the bed…and have my way with you?”
“Yes!”
She squeezes her grip around my dick tightly. I gasp in pleasure. “Mmmmm. You are a naughty boy!” She begins stroking me softly. I lie my head back and close my eyes as I relish in her touch.
After a few seconds she uncrosses her legs and lies them down the bed towards my face. My eyes are immediately drawn to her feet. I stare at them, craving them. Wishing to feel their touch.
“Uh uh uh!” Annie says as she releases her grip on me. I look up to her shaking her head. “Those are off limits…” She reaches down to my hand and grabs the other sock out of my palm. She leans down and lays it across my eyes preventing me from seeing. “…for now, you’ll have to use your imagination.”
After a few seconds her hand returns to my cock and continues sliding the fabric along it. “Do you like that?” she asks softly.
“Mmmhmmm,” I moan out.
“You’re doing so good for me, baby. I can’t wait for you to get a hold of my feet.”
“Mmmmmm!”
“The skin of my soft, pretty soles pressed against you.”
I feel a part of her tap against my chest. I can’t tell for sure, but I automatically assume it’s her feet. My excitement grows at the thought.
“Mmmm. And maybe if you’re good, you could even get a taste.”
I feel the unmistakable sensation of her toes on the side of my cheek. I blindly open my mouth and move toward them.
“No sir!” she exclaims as she pulls them back, preventing me from reaching them. “You have to be patient or you’re not going to get them!” she teases.
I lie back and look straight up once again as she continues working my cock. Before long I feel her feet along my face again. Her toes caress my cheeks as she continues to taunt me.
“Oh I’m sure that you will treat them so well. If you can only resist a little while longer.”
I feel as if my body is shaking trying to resist her temptation, but I stay vigilant. After another few seconds or so, I feel the tips of toes move to my lips. My mouth opens slightly at the touch. “Not yet!” she warns, as she traces around my mouth.
I force my mouth closed and clench my jaw as I obey her command. A pressure is forming deep inside of me. Between her constant stroking of my cock and my need to feel her on my tongue, I feel as if an explosion is bound to be set off inside my chest.
After several torturous seconds of her teasing my lips she speaks. “Good boy.” And though I cannot see it, I can hear a devious, satisfied smile stretched across her face. She presses her toes firmly to my closed mouth. “Do you want them?”
“Yes,” I muffle around the base of her foot.
“Take it,” she commands, pointing her toes directly before me.
From the moment I am granted my permission, my jaw falls open. She slides the tips of her toes into my mouth and my lips close around them as I begin to suck them. My tongue explores uncontrollably, licking around the tips before traversing up her sole, causing her to giggle.
The continued stimulation of my dick mixed with the relief and excitement of getting to relish the taste of her skin is euphoric. Annie begins to stroke me even faster as I worship the foot that she has given me. I can feel my body tighten as I approach orgasm.
“That’s it baby. Cum for me! Don’t hold back!” she calls.
I don’t have to be told twice. After only a couple more fast strokes of her hand my hips thrust as I finish. I grip the sheets below me as I unleash a powerful blast into the sock concealing my cock. I groan out in ecstasy as she still caresses my face with her foot, further adding to the feeling.
As the immense pleasure subsides, I lie back on the bed. My heart is beating out of my chest. My breaths are heavy as I try to regain my composure. My eyes are open but still unable to see past the fabric covering them.
A few moments later, I can feel Annie shift on the bed. She crawls her way up towards my head. A soft hand moves across the side of my face before taking off the sock over my eyes. My first sight is my best friend’s gorgeous girlfriend leaned closely over me, her huge tits within my reach.
A smirk appears on her face as her eyes lock with mine, before finally speaking. “I still need my laundry done. Especially now.” With her other hand she pulls the other sock off of my softening dick and drops it onto my chest, the warm, wetness of my semen soaking through the fabric.
She climbs off of me, and walks out of the bedroom. I sit up on the side of the bed now fully nude. I hold each of the socks in my hand and look around, unsure of what to think or what to feel, before eventually shaking my head and tossing them into the hamper with the other clothes.
I dress myself quickly and grab the basket of clothing and make my way down the hall to the laundry room adjoining the kitchen. Annie is nowhere to be found. I dump the clothes into the machine and pour in a cup of detergent. I select the proper setting before starting the machine. The washer begins to roar as water fills the tank.
I carry the basket out into the kitchen somewhat in a daze. Suddenly a loud noise comes from the garage. It must be the door opening. My heart begins to race, as I realize that Carson is back.
What if he finds out? What if she tells him?
I freeze unsure of what to do. I look around and see that there were some dishes that I had neglected to put away. I quickly begin to do that as the doorknob turns.
“Heeeeey! There he is!” I feel a firm hand grip onto my shoulder. I jump and turn to him and try to put on a fake smile. “Keeping busy I see.”
“I’m trying,” I say with a forced chuckle.”
“Well the house looks great, man. Thank you for everything!”
I can’t find the words to respond. So I simply nod and smile.
“And there she is! My beautiful girlfriend!” he exclaims.
I turn my head to see her walking into the kitchen. The awkwardness of being in the same room as the two of them after what had just transpired eats at me. I quickly return to putting away dishes. Annie approaches Carson. He puts his arm around her and kisses her on the lips. “How was work baby?” she asks him.
He walks further into the house and sets his briefcase down on the counter. “Ah you know. Dumbasses being dumbasses. Same old same old. How were things here?”
“Wonderful!” I try not to look at either of them as I finish up my task. “But actually, there was something that Joey and I wanted to tell you,” she says.
I freeze.
Is she really about to tell him? Right here? Right now? She didn’t even talk about it with me yet?
“Oh yeah? What’s that?” Carson asks.
I turn to look at her. A wide smile stretches across her face. I’m petrified.
“I was just telling him earlier that there are a couple of longer term projects that I could use his help with. He told me that he would need some payment in order to commit to the work. Do you think that we could make that work for him?” she asks.
I turn my gaze to Carson. My eyes feel as though they are bugging out of my head, but I try to remain calm. He looks at me, then over to his girlfriend, then back to me. My heart feels like it has stopped.
“Sure! I don’t see why not. As long as he helps you get what you need, we should be able to pay him. Is that cool with you, Joe?” he asks me directly.
I gulp hard before responding. “Ummmmm yeah. I mean sure. If that’s cool with you.”
“Then it’s settled. Oh! And speaking of…” he reaches into his back pocket. He grabs his wallet and from inside of it removes a one hundred dollar bill and extends it to me. “For a job well done.”
I smile awkwardly and take it from him. “Th-thank you.”
“Anytime man. And don’t worry about the dishes. I can take care of those now. You head out. Sounds like Annie’s got a busy day planned for you tomorrow.”
I glance over to Annie standing just behind him. She raises her eyebrows and bites her lower lip. I stutter out, “Y-your sure?”
“Of course man. You’re my friend. I’m not trying to work you to the bone,” he says with a laugh.
I reciprocate a laugh and reach out to dap him up, as a wave of guilt washes over me.
To be continued?
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