Shikamaru woke up slowly, there was a jarring light above his head and a seated figure in front of him, he slowly came to his senses and remembered that he had been poisoned. His vision slowly recovered he saw the seated figure, to his dismay, was Ino. His first instinct was to yell, but he found himself bound and tied with a rope in his mouth. “So you’re finally awake.” “You should feel honoured, to be bested by me.” Her self praise was too much for Shikamaru, she really was a piece of work, he got to his knees and looked directly at her with a flat expression. Ino got up and sat on a chair directly behind him, allowing her legs and feet to dangle over his shoulders. “You sure are a sorry sight like this, almost too good but I think I’ll have to teach you some respect.” Shikamaru slumped; he was really not enjoying this. Her black shoes looked well worn and dilapidated her feet were quite sweaty; the smell from them was salty and intoxicating. Even at this distance Shikamaru could feel his nose burn. “These shoes really need replacing, I have had them for many years now, and today I’ve been working really hard – the smell is also pretty bad.”

Pretty bad? Shikamaru repeated in his head, they were surely the worst shoes he had ever seen. Ino dangled her left shoe from her foot, the smell underneath was rank it was so intense it caused Shikamaru to tear up. Her feet were shaped perfectly; her toes were proportionate to her curvaceous figure, without her obnoxious personality she would be really stunning. But I’d stake my life on it – she surely hasn’t washed these in months, Shikamaru thought grimly. Ino leant over his right shoulder, her body was warm and her breasts pushed right into the back of his neck – she pulled back his pants. His manhood sprung out, Ino removed her shoe, pressing her warm breasts right into his neck, the smell was terrible and salty, her feet were visibly slimy and coated in sweat and grime. “Feels great to finally get those shoes off, they don’t breathe very well” Ino said flexing her toes out in front of Shikamaru. She let her sandals drop either side of his manhood. “I hope you don’t mind, the state of my feet can be quite atrocious at times” Ino straightened herself back up into her chair. She placed her feet onto Shikamaru’s manhood, using the gap between her big toe and the second toe to slowly rub. The feeling was bliss, her warm feet were soft and smooth, as she massaged him the sweat rubbed onto his manhood, her feet made very erotic squishing noises as they met with the base. Shikamaru groaned, she was exceptionally skilled with her feet. As she massaged up and down she used both feet creating uncontrollable waves of pleasure to wash over Shikamaru. Ino leaned herself against Shikamaru’s back, her hard nipples stuck into his back. “So Shikamaru, am I so hard to get along with?” Ino asked removing the rope from his mouth. Shikamaru went to answer but as he did she tightened her grip on his manhood and he could only answer in pleasurable groans her feet slid up and down smoothly the feeling was hot and intense. Ino pressed her breasts right into his back rocking softly in time with her feet. The feeling was too much, Shikamaru groaned loudly. Ino moved her head forward, in time to receive an enormous hot load in her face. Ino squealed and giggled as the spunk burst forth several more times. “Excellent, looks like you enjoyed it as much as I did” Ino giggled. Her sandals were also thickly coated. “Seems like all of it went on me.” Ino said in a hushed voice. She stood up, walking with bare feet over to a mirror; her walk was sexy, her hips curved and she had a swagger in her step, her arse jiggled slightly as her feet connected with the floorboards. “Oooo, looks like you really got excited.” Ino said with a low sexy tone. She rearranged her hair band and rubbed the spunk from her face into her long blonde hair. “What are you doing?” Shikamaru asked finally. “Seemed like a bit of a waste to just wash away.” Ino answered with a wink. She slowly ran it through her hair, at first it looked obvious, but after a few repetitions, it looked fairly ordinary. She walked over slowly, then kneeled in front of him. She ran the tip of her finger over his manhood “Looks like my shoes got the same treatment” Shikamaru looked down, her sandals were glistening in his spunk. “Sorry about that” Shikamaru began with a blush. “Don’t worry about it.” Ino slid her bare feet into the sandals slowly, making squishing noises. She flexed her toes in her shoes; they still smelled as putrid and sweaty.