Annie Agar Feet Novels & Stories

“Why have I never noticed this extra skill of yours? We’ve been together for so long, yet you’re still keeping secrets from me! It’s not like I like wearing heels. The men around me are so tall, it’s like they inhaled hormones while growing up. I’d look way too short if I don’t wear heels, like a pumpkin next to bamboo trees. Do you really think that I can avoid wearing them? You, Mark, and Eric, which one among you is short?” Jackson chuckled at her. “Haha… You… seriously… Must you describe yourself in that way? I like you just the way you are; that’s good enough. Why should you worry about how others perceive you? Arianne isn’t any taller than you, and she wears flats when she’s next to Ma

The air smelled of ozone, gun oil, rubber matting, and heavy, raw sweat. Agnes stood in the center of the cage, her dark hair bound into a tight, practical braid that reached the middle of her back. She wore black compression shorts, a fitted tactical training tank, and high-top combat boots. Her forearms were wrapped in thick, moonstone-threaded kinetic tape, and her right hand held a newly calibrated diagnostic slate strapped to her wrist. Across the mat stood Rhys.

Our tongues touched and danced, and I sucked on hers hard, pulling her closer. Clara and Agnes got busy too. They each took one of my legs, pulling them apart even wider so my pussy was on full show. Clara's mouth went to my inner thigh, her tongue licking up the sticky trails from my earlier squirt, inch by inch. Agnes did the same on the other thigh, her teeth nipping light at the skin, making me jump a little.

I tease her, "I bet you're thinking about how hot he looks, how much we look alike, how much you'd like him to... lift those robes and..." "Shut up! I'm trying to watch this," she repeats, but she's laughing now. I look down and focus on my new task. Rubbing a woman's feet for the first time. It's not difficult, I know what I should do, so I push my fingers against the arch. I do that a few times and I guess Annie likes it because she starts purring more than Mishi. "How am I doing?" I ask. I already know, but I want her to say it.

I bent over a bit and saw her hot red slit, dripping juices onto the floor. Angie was taller than me, and even bent over her ass and pussy were too high for me. I looked down on the floor and saw Angie's high heels. I saw that they were about the size of my feet. I knelt down on the floor. As I did so, I let my hand glide over Angie's ass, down her thigh, to her knee. I could smell her delicious pussy as I moved and her body trembled against my touch. I quickly slipped her shoes on and stood up. I was considerably taller now, standing behind Angie.

Anal sex… that was a first for me and once I was stretched out, I did like it… It felt so wrong yet so fucking good… I push the thoughts away. ‘Remember we still don’t like him’. ‘Yes, we only like his dick.’ I’m unable to stop myself from shaking my head and pick up a piece of fruit. ‘You got that right.’ I admit. Agnarr might be a dick and there’s a long way for him to go before I can even say I like him, but he indeed knows how to fuck. Feeling a little better, I decide to indulge in the delicious food before me and stop thinking for now. My body still feels sore, especially my vagina and ass, but I will sleep and hopefully, by tomorrow I’ll feel completely better.

From the records I've gathered, forensic testing showed a variety of drugs in each girl's system. With a huff that lifts my brown bangs off my forehead, I saunter to the front door of my apartment, hips swaying getting fully into my roll. Before I grasped the door handle, my ankle twisted slightly and I almost ate the carpet. "Damn, these fucking heels are going to break my neck." She muttered as she used the doorknob for balance while rubbing her sore ankle and staring daggers at the four inch torture devices on her feet.

Almost without thinking, she held out two fingers and began moving them apart like little walking legs, mimicking a pair of invisible feet. Fenrik’s brows knitted together. He tilted his head, staring at her with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. “What do you mean by that? Why are you doing that weird thing?” He copied her motion clumsily, his long fingers looking awkward as he mimicked her, a small smirk tugging at his lips. Agatha rolled her eyes, though her mouth betrayed her with a twitch of amusement. “Well, since you have so many ‘someone’ here in Blackland, I was wondering… how many girls you have as your ‘someone.’”

She laid the skirt back across her thighs, then put her ankle on her knee, offering a different upskirt view. She slowly undid the strap on her pink high heel, and the camera panned to her foot. Ann began to rub the underside of her heel through the pantyhose with one hand. She wiggled her toes and then put her other hand to task as well, massaging from her heel, all the way along to her toes which had pink nail polish, a perfect match to the hue of her high heels. The camera panned out to a full view of Ann again as she lowered her foot and gave a different upskirt view of her pantyhose clad white knickers as she removed her other shoe, this time with legs spread and both feet on the ground

Baby Robbie and Baby Zetty looked at each other, shaking their heads while smiling bitterly. Baby Robbie said, “I probably came from a crack in the rock.” Baby Zetty said, “I’m probably just spare change.” … Angeline was lying on the sofa. Her spotlessly white feet were badly squeezed from wearing high heels for a long time. They were red and swollen with traces of blood. Jay found a bottle of ointment from the medicine box and sat in front of Angeline. Then, he gently applied it onto Angeline’s feet. Angeline said, “I finally know why Cinderella threw away her glass slippers.”