Having Fun in the Back with Curvy Latin Women
Bianca was over my antics. She was finished messing about. She yearned to dominate me in every aspect. I craved to be a slave to her feet. And it came to pass...
It had been several years since I crossed paths with Bianca in the therapist's office. We were far from a traditional partnership; I had relinquished everything for her feet. However, I'd happily do it again. Bianca shed some weight and got into shape, attracting plenty of admiring glances as we cruised through the park or the shopping center together. Men couldn't help but stare at her.
And Bianca used this to her advantage.
I favored my Bianca plump and well-fed. Many might prefer a slimmer figure, but she acquires more stares. She may not be as curvaceous as she used to be, but she's still quite voluptuous, allowing me to enjoy the fragrance of her sweaty gym shoes on a regular basis.
There was a part of me wanting to fatten her back up. Her feet didn't have the same squishy, plump feel anymore. She still had meaty soles, but they were no longer as enormous as before.
One of my favorite haunts with her was the drive-in movie theater. She always placed her adorable little sandaled feet outside the window, maintaining my intense focus on the movie.
One day, she brought along a stunning, chubby friend with large, round eyes. She was Hispanic and darker than Bianca. She was quite large. I mean she was tall, heavyset, possessed a large derriere, and enormous breasts that accentuated her ample size. Her immense feet were encased in a bright, white pair of flip flops, making her tanned feet even more alluring.
She seated herself in the backseat, and the moment she entered the car, I caught a whiff of her warmth and the pungent aroma of her perfume. I spotted her gracefully extending her legs, resting her chubby flip flop feet on the other seat.
She then initiated a peculiar sequence.
Smack.
Smack.
Her flippity-floppy flip flops pounded against her robust, dark soles, eliciting a strong physiological response.
I discerned she was chewing gum. Loudly.
Smack.
Smack.
I fail to comprehend why the visual of feet and the sound of gum smacking amplify my arousal so intensely. It's likely the blasé, unapologetic, feet-centric attitude she emanates.
Subsequently, my divine consort, Bianca, made an unusual requisition.
"Spank me."
Had I heard that correctly?
"Spank me with my sandal."
I was seated in the driver's seat, with Bianca in the passenger seat, but shifted to the backseat to assume a position facing the rear window, presenting her with her backside and sandals still intact. "Get your legs out of the way, slut," she teased her plus-sized friend.
There was now sufficient space for Bianca to perch in the backseat. "Permit me? I require a spanking," she pleaded. She wagged her bottom in my direction, then grabbed her plump cheeks.
Fuck.
"Let me take off your sandal," I said urgently, reaching for my most cherished worn, funky, dusty, leather sandal. Yup, the one with the toe footprints. Pungent toe footprints that enthrall me. I yanked it off her impatiently.
Her foot was now bare.
The world became a sensible place in that moment. I am deeply enamored by Bianca's soles, completely entranced by them, motivated by them.
My foot fetish had evolved into a dependency.
Fuck.
Then I made a flawed attempt to remove the second sandal... and was met with a powerful kick to the face. "Just one, pervert!"
Though she'd lost weight, her feet remained decadently cushiony. Not to the same extent as earlier. However, they still boasted plenty of flesh for me to relish.
The same could be said for her derriere.
I plummeted nose-first between her big toe and second toe.
Ohhhh damn, what a thrill.
It emanated an unclean scent. She wore those sandals often. The scent of the street and asphalt surrounded her toes. It was also rather fragrant and leathery.
Ohh, how I adore her worn flip flops.
I removed her tight jeans and swatted her ass with her disgusting, grimy little sandal.
"Ay!"
"Oooh, was that too hard? I'm sorry!"
"Harder, por favor. Harder!"
Slap.
"Ay! Ay, ay, ay!"
Slap, Slap, Slap!
"Oiii!"
Her sexy responses were truly arousing now. "I'm intent on fattening this ass!"
Slap!
"Ayy, I invited my buddy, Valeria, for this reason."
Valeria had initially remained silent, scrolling through her phone, swatting her flip flops, and smacking her gum.
She removed one flip flop from her foot and gave it to me. Then, she lifted her legs up and took off her tight denim shorts. The other flip flop fell off as well.
Her plus-sized feet were right in front of me.
And they reeked!
I'd never smelled such strong odor just from flip flops. She may have sensed my reaction, because she said, "Imagine how they smell if I wear flats or pumps."
I needed this in my life.
"And don't ask me if I wear my shoes with socks or without, as it's irrelevant. My feet stink regardless of whether I'm wearing tennis shoes with or without socks. I mean, are you certain you wish for that? Flip flops make my feet smell slightly better than the rest."
She squeezed her soles.
I almost fainted.
I couldn't utter a word. I could only see sweaty, ample wrinkles.
I dove in headfirst.
She pulled away her legs. "Spank me first." She pointed to the flip flop still in my hand.
Bianca was still exposing her butt. So was Valeria now.
If I died that night, I wouldn't have cared.
I saw everything I'd desired.
Two gorgeous Latina goddesses, together, backsides touching, one completely barefoot, and the other, wearing a sandal. Wrinkles. Deep wrinkles.
CHUNKY WRINKLES.
I took the flip flop to Valeria's backside.
Smack.
"Ayyyyyyyyyy!"
Smack.
"Put your face in my butt!" Valeria said as she placed her tan hands and spread her cheeks as much as possible. "I'm opening them up just for you!"
"I want my ass bitten as well!", Bianca cried out.
"Shut up, both of you!" I commanded. "I want to fuck feet."
I took Valeria's thick, podgy, oversized feet and placed my shaft between her cushiony soles. And I fucked those thick feet. "Bend your toes!"
"Ayyy! Yes, sir. Fuck my fat feet. My fucking feet are so aroused for white cock."
Her chubby toes felt so fantastic curling and uncurling on my shaft. Her feet were so squishy and soft, making it feel like I was penetrating pussy. Valeria loosened Bianca's other sandal off, leading Bianca's curled toes to visibly annoy her. Then, Valeria...
Smack!
"Damned bitch. You're making my toes spread!" At last, Bianca. Completely barefoot again.
"Spread those fucking toes! You consider yourself superior just because you lost weight. You're boobs and ass aren't a match for these, bitch!"
Smack!
Valeria used Bianca's sandal to spank her feet.
"Fuck yes!", Bianca screamed. "Spank. My. Mexican. Feet"
Smack! Smack! Smack!
"Harder! Harder, Valeria. Turn my wrinkly, Latina soles pink!"
SMACK.
"Ay! Ay! Ay! Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."
"Observe you foaming", Valeria said with a sensuous smile. "Look, you're still a fat ass bitch. I don't mind how much weight you drop. You're a fattening slut!"
"Oh Valeria!!! I get so wet when you embarrass me like that. Call me a fat, disgusting pig."
I couldn't figure out what was happening anymore. But I was rock hard. I pulled down my trousers, grabbed Bianca's worn-out sandal, pushed my erect penis below the strap, and started vigorously humping my favorite smelly sandal.
Bianca spun around and angrily removed her sandal from my penis. "If we're both barefoot, you must be too!"
"I think that's reasonable", Valeria agreed while inspecting my penis.
Smack! Smack!
Valeria continued spanking Bianca's feet with the sandal previously resting on my penis. "You filthy slut!"
"Fuck yes! What kind of slut am I?"
"A disgusting, hideous slut!"
Their arguments were really heating up.
I started to remove my shoes.
"Barefoot! Do you know what 'barefoot' signifies?" I loved Valeria's sarcastic tone. "Socks off!"
I didn't really want to remove my socks. But I didn't care either. I was lost in a large-ass Latina foot trance.
I didn't wish to emerge from it.
There was a significant amount of semen inbetween Valeria's sandals, causing it to seep out between her toes and down the sides of the footwear. It was dripping off the sandals.
"I desire semen on my flip flops as well!"
"Then hurry up Valeria, you know what he adores, slut!" I'm a fan of Bianca's conversational style. "My sandals are going to reek by the end of the night."
Valeria positioned her large, fleshy, decadent, WIDE, laced feet close to my face. I was hard once more. Out of nowhere, she lowered her feet and met my eyes. "Don't you fret, you'll also be wearing sandals coated in semen. But I'm going to blow you first."
"She blows his dick! I'll lick his toes." Bianca swiftly moved to my feet, playing the role of the vulgar woman Valeria had described herself to be.
"Don't even think about it coming into my mouth. Withdraw and ejaculate in your sock. You'll be wearing those shoes tonight. Dirty, semen-stained, creased socks are what you've earned, you fetishist."
Valeria was right. I indeed deserved this.
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