Peni Parker Feet Novels & Stories

Silence. Then—footsteps. The door creaked open, and I felt the air get sucked right out of my lungs. Because standing there, in nothing but a fucking towel, hair damp like he just stepped out of the shower, was Andrew Parker. My entire body locked up. My brain completely stalled. No. No fucking way. I blinked. Once. Twice. But he was still there. Anonymous69—the guy I had been thirsting over, fantasizing about, worshiping online—was the pretty boy. The same smug bastard who had embarrassed me in front of my friends. The same asshole that looked down on me.

Gent My hand raised to those behind me as a lanky figure detached itself from the looming industrial buildings flanking the road that surrounded the gates of the Black Aces compound. Parker was hunkered down, with something clutched in his arms. My heart stuttered to a stop as he looked up at me with wide, terrified eyes. Stepping away from the body at my feet, I rushed over to him. “Parker.” I reached for the baby in his arms, and he shied away like I was a threat. I let my hand fall to my side as Ruin came up. His face troubled.

She was always complaining, slowing everyone down. Jack, on the other hand, seemed to have endless patience and indulgence for her. "Alright. Let's see what's so heavy." He stopped the group, knelt, and opened Dakota's backpack himself. In front of everyone, she carefully pulled out her precious belongings, as if presenting a prized collection. There was a full set of luxury travel-sized skincare, a nearly unused oversized power bank, chips in every flavor, jelly, sour belts… and a heavy jar of peanut butter.

Parker's pov I walked past the hall when I saw the big scene, that girl diamond stoop down unveiled naked. I was so startled and infuriated at the same time in a state of noob. How could she allow them do that to her? I didn't know how I had walked up to her, I strip off my outta jacket - white and I clashed it on her from behind making her flinch including everyone around. "OMG this is unbelievable, you this skank how did you do it?"

"Such an actual sadistic b —." "I wouldn't complete that sentence if I were you, Sherlock." His head snapped back and his feet on their own accord marched to her, his words coming out in an angry growl. "Where the fuck have you been ?" Alex Parker stood at the door to the roof, one of her extremely big shirts on and cargo pants, except the difference now was, her shirt wasn't buttoned so he could see the tattoo in between her collarbones, the black bra that brought her breasts out and the bikini she was wearing peeked out of her pants.

The thick vibrator was clearly visible, buried between my slick, creamy folds, its faint outline pressing against my inner walls as it buzzed away mercilessly. I spread my legs wider on the chair, knees falling open like a cheap whore, and took more pictures , closeups of my messy cunt, the way my ruined thong was stuck to my holes, the shiny strings of my arousal dripping down to my asshole. I knew he would see exactly how desperate I was for him. Mr. Parker had long since broken any habit I had of wearing proper underwear. He loved tearing them off me, ripping the delicate fabric to shreds with his teeth or bare hands because he wanted me bare, vulnerable, and ready for him at all times. T

And laughable. But I wasn’t shocked. Rather I had the sudden urge to laugh out loud. Emerald was on the staff table with her skirts bunched up and her panties pulled down to her ankles and Parker who stood between her legs with his red cock (which was not as small as I expected) stood with his fly open as he pumped in and out of her pink pussy. “Yes Parker! Fuck me like your Head Girl!” she moaned as she rocked on the table. And she was rocking hard.

I’m certain nothing will piss him off more. After a minute when they still haven’t showed up, I get annoyed and raise my knees. I suck on my finger for a second and then lower it between my legs. Until Parker gave me a sexual awakening, I’d never thought that much about pleasuring myself. Who was I kidding, I never had privacy!

Parker peeks into the room and knocks on the doorframe, “Do you two want to go back to the rest of the party?” “Wait, before we do let’s share numbers.” I fix a crease on the lower half of my top before I reach over to my purse. “Alright then,” Parker enters the room and rummages through his backpack before pulling out his phone. “Here’s my number, just drop call me.” I hold my phone out to him, and he quickly dials my number and then hangs up. He swipes his shirt from the desk chair and slips his shirt back on, “So that’s what you look like with pants on.”

She has picked a black skater mini skirt, a fitting red blouse and black leggings for me, not bad, I put them on and apply a little makeup, and she then helps me with my hair. “If I may ask Zama, where are we going again?” I totally forgot to ask. “You know Parker right…” I try to remember him, but his name doesn’t ring a bell. “Tall guy muscular, blonde hair, high-pitched voice girlfriend, not forgetting he owns the Porsche.” “Ooh that Parker.” I really despise him, I hate how arrogant and self-serving he is. “He has a grand party tonight at their house, apparently his parents are out of town so…” she smiles, applying another layer of green eye shadow on her face.