James Charles Feet Novels & Stories

And now I watch the reflection as he re-seats himself on the footstool. With Charlotte cradled-captured in my arms, I have a perfect view of her splayed pussy, a splash of deep pink against marble skin and copper curls. James traces the delicate furrow of her inner thigh, his head tilting as he does so. It's the most delicate of touches, the very tip of a finger, but her body ripples against mine and she mewls her response.

He lounged comfortably, his legs stretched out in front of him, his beer glass resting on his thigh. Next to James sat Charlie, the burly and bearded member of the trio. His broad shoulders and thickset frame contrasted sharply with James' lean build. Charlie had a penchant for dry humor, and he often served as the group's voice of reason, even when it seemed like an odd fit for someone with such a rough exterior.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just…frustrated.” James didn’t push, instead reaching into his pocket and pulling out a chocolate bar, his favorite snack. He handed it to her with a grin. “Here, this might help.” Samira took the chocolate with a grateful nod, unwrapping it slowly. She bit into it, expecting the familiar rush of sweetness, but there was nothing. No taste, just the dull texture of chocolate melting in her mouth. She forced herself to swallow, her throat tight. “Don’t mind Charlie,” James said, leaning back in his chair. “He’s always grumpy. He was like that to me when I first started, too. It took a while, but eventually, he came around.”

he smiles, “Charles would be so happy for you if he heard this.” And right on queue the diva walks in, he’s got his bonnet on and silk gown, he’s got plans tonight too. “Hear what?” “That I asked Nikki out for dinner,” I say, Charles stops mid-yawn and starts squealing. “Oh James,” he says excitedly, “You’re finally going to break your virginity.” “Charles – “And I’m going to teach you everything you need to know,” he says, pouring coffee in his cup. “Well, I –

I said, trying to convince myself more than I was supposed to do to him. "Charles just gave me an order to eliminate you, so I need you to delete the thought of seeing yourself as a family," he freely said. If it were to be any other person, I would have pleaded for my life but unfortunately for me, it was James. He was quite notorious for being violent and hard hearted. A person who gained such personality from a very young age can not easily change. He finally made me see the truth, and that truth was that none of them cared for me.

He smiled, trying to relax a little. "Have a seat and dip your toes in the water, lad." He patted the wood planks of the dock beside him. "I really shouldn't," the young man said. "Linley, sit," Charles ordered. Tom plopped down on the planks, frowning. "Boots and stockings off, and feet in the water." Charles faced him with an imposing stare. Linley resisted for a moment before blowing out a deeply frustrated breath. Then he slipped off his boots and stockings. He dipped his toes in the water warily, as if it might bite him.

Flicking his reins, "We'll only be ten minutes..." "But..." Jenny begins to protest... "Ten minutes," says James. "That's plenty for a first outing and in your condition. I don't want the cold air settling on your chest again." There's a touch of rebellion in her tone. "Ten minutes isn't enough exercise for Charlie. She'll get fat, cooped up in the stable so long."

He says after some thought. Remiel moves forward and places a comforting hand on James’ shoulder, the sight causing my breath to hitch in my throat. Compared to Remiel’s seven and a half foot frame, James looks like a midget standing beside him. Don’t get me wrong, at ten years old James is rather tall for his age, but Remiel easily has two feet on him at least.

He continued working, trying to maintain his composure despite the threat. "Fast. I don't have the whole day," Charles sneered, his impatience evident. The atmosphere grew even more tense as James worked feverishly, his hands trembling with both fear and determination. "Charles..." I interjected, my voice filled with concern and a hint of desperation. "Please give him a little more time. He's doing his best." Charles's sinister smile widened, revealing his true sadistic nature as he leaned in closer to James, his eyes glinting with malicious intent.

“I believe… Baby girl… That my nephew spent his hard-earned money on getting you a new pair of shoes… Do I need to retrieve them for you, or are you going to be a big girl and get them yourself?” Charlotte wanted to answer; however, she was finding it difficult to breathe, let alone concentrate on the words coming out of the man’s mouth. The fact that he was expecting her to keep up with a conversation while pinning the girl up against a truck door proved that he might have had more faith in her than Lotte was capable of. Letting out a simple ‘mew’ magically managed to suffice, and now James was back to focusing on removing her pants once again. The material followed the shoes, only making a