This choice: Continue Main Story (Reserved) • Go Back...Chapter #12Sisters Blackmail! by: Carl   Over Maria's objections I made sure to pay for all the groceries, pointing out to her that I was still saving money by not having to order in or eat out. It also gave me the wondrous opportunity to spend more time with her beyond the fifteen minutes three times a week that I was still allowed and able to massage her feet. Dinner was also the only time I interacted in any regular way with Anita and Rosa, and although they were always very deferential and polite, we seldom conversed in any significant way. I just had the sense however that they frequently seemed to be discreetly studying me intently.
It was a little more than a month after they had arrived that on one Thursday afternoon, after I woke up in the late morning as had become my norm, I found them studying on the couch with their books in the living room instead of in their bedroom as they usually did. It was one of Maria's full days working for other clients. They were both dressed more casually than usual, both wearing tee shirts and cut off shorts frayed at the ends that only came down to mid thigh. But what drew my attention most intensely was their bare feet. Anita's toenails were painted a vibrant violet and Rosa's ten each were a different color. I couldn't help but stop and stare. Anita finally broke me out of my reverie.
"I hope you don't mind us studying out here, Sir."
"No, no." I hastily answered. "You're my guests. I want you to be comfortable."
"Yes. We are for now, thank you."
For the next half hour I went from my bedroom, to the kitchen, to my study, to the bathroom, and then back between them all, each time making sure to cross through the livingroom to get another glimpse. After the fifth such trip Anita finally spoke up again.
"You don't have to keep going from room to room if you want to look at our feet, Sir. They are very pretty, don't you think?"
"What..." I stammered, "I wasn't ... I mean ... yes, of course, they are very pretty."
"We do try to keep them so." she continued. "Rosa and I give each other a pedicure at least once a week. It's a very tedious, time consuming chore but we have no one else to do it and we do like them to look nice."
"So you don't have to keep going back and forth, Sir." Rosa chimed in. "You can stay here and ogle them all you want. We don't mind."
"W...what." I sputtered, taken even more aback.
"You can even come over and kiss them. We know you'd like to." Anita added.
I was stunned. "H...how..." was all I could get out.
The two girls looked at each other and tittered. Then Anita turned back to me. "Sisters as close as the three of us have few secrets, Sir. Actually," she went on, "Maria thought is was very sweet, but she really didn't understand." She looked at Rosa again and then back to me. "But Rosa and I do." She raised one foot slightly off the floor and pointed it toward me, beckoning with her big toe. "So feel free to come over and kiss them. We know you'd love to. It's the least we can do after all you've done for us."
They knew my weakness, one that I'd only come to know myself these previous few months, but which had been gripping me more tightly each passing day. But I had only ever wanted to do it again, and more, with Maria. Still, the temptation was so great and I was so starved. Almost without volition I moved forward and onto my knees and cupped Anita's pointed foot in my hands.
"Go ahead Sir. You may kiss it."
I bent my face down and placed my lips softly on the top of her foot. She then moved it out of my hands and placed it flat on the floor.
"You may continue to kiss it, Sir. Cover it with kisses, and my other foot too, and then Rosa's. Kiss them all to your heart's content."
And I did, bowing down all the way to the floor to smother them with my lips, first Anita's and then Rosa's, going back and forth as they giggled above.
"You love kissing our feet, don't you Thomas." Anita prompted.
"Yeesss." I groaned.
"And I bet you'd love to lick our toes too, wouldn't you."
"Oh God yes." I moaned
"Ask us then. Ask nicely to lick our toes."
"Please may I lick your toes." I wheezed.
The girls giggled again.
"Yes, you may. Go ahead, lick our toes."
My tongue came out and I began to lick the tops of Anita's toes and between each as I moved across one and onto the other. And then onto Rosa's.
"And now I'm sure that you'd like to suck on our toes as well, am I right?" Anita chuckled as I finished licking Rosa's second five.
"Oh yes." I concurred, totally surrendering to my need.
"Beg us. Beg to suck our toes."
"Please Anita. Please Rosa. Let me suck your toes." I panted.
They both giggled again. "Say pretty please, may I suck your toes."
"Pretty please, may I suck your toes." I beseeched.
They giggled even harder. "Say pretty please with sugar on top, may I suck your toes."
"Pretty please with sugar on top" I wailed. "Please, PLEASE let me suck your toes."
The giggling stopped.
"No." Anita announced sharply. "You can't suck our toes. That's a privilege you have to earn Thomas and you haven't done so yet."
She paused a second to let that sink in.
"But I do believe that the bottoms of our feet are quite dusty from walking around barefoot, so we WILL allow you to lick them clean."
She raised one foot up so the her sole was inches from my face. I had no conscious choice, nor did I want any. With long broad strokes I ran my tongue up and down the bottom, from her heel to her toes and back, first that foot and then her other.
"And now Rosa's." she commanded, and I performed the same service for her as well. As I finished Rosa pulled her foot away and Anita spoke up again.
"I think we have quite enough. You may look up now, Thomas."
Totally lost in an entranced haze I reluctantly cast my eyes upward. And was immediately brought back to cold reality. Held in Anita's hands, framed down upon me, was her cell phone.
"Smile for the camera, Thomas."
"You took pictures???" I exclaimed in terror.
"Not pictures." she answered cheerily. "A video. Of the entire time. With all the delicious audio." She touched the screen several times. "And now it's safe and secure behind an airtight password."
"You have to erase it." I screeched.
"Erase it? Oh no. It's far too valuable for that."   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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