Peni Parker Feet Novels & Stories

“How about we just finish him? Like Ramon Ortega. A prison fight. Quick. Clean. Done.” Parker’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment before snapping open,his body jerking, panic flickering across his face. “There’s… there’s a problem,” he stammered, his words spilling out in a rush. Helena paused, her hand freezing mid-stroke. “A problem?” she repeated, her voice like a knife’s edge.

Parker approaches quietly, sitting upon the ground with a small clear bag in his hand. “I know this is very scary. You haven’t been treated with kindness for a long time and you have no reason to trust us but right now, that’s what we need from you.” He’s gone silent with his only movement being curling his tiny hand around the fabric of my pants. “We need to get you out of these clothes. Considering they are soaked and stuck to your skin this might hurt but the longer they stay the worse your skin will hurt.” “It’s not just pee.” He speaks in the smallest voice I’ve ever heard.

Gwen interrupted, "it's not any worse than our cheerleading uniforms." "I know, I know, but I don't like those," she said as she took a few pictures. Gwen's phone pinged and she picked it up off the small table in the entryway. "That's Cassie, they're almost here." She announced. They said their goodbyes to the parents. As Parker shook his Dad's hand he glanced at Gwen and commented, "Good call on the boots Dad." "Your Grandma didn't raise no fool." Gwen was 5 inches shorter than Parker's 5ft 9in height, but her heels made up most of that distance. Fortunately, the heels on his boots gave him a little of that back.

After breakfast I change into my white transparent tiny bikini the bottoms are a thong my mother bought this for me when I was sixteen I have never worn it until today Mr Parker has a couple of his Friends over playing porker in the pool house which is facing the loungers in the pool I wear a bikini cover over it with flip flops walking next door. I already texted Kaylee, Carson and his friend will be there with one other friend of ours Julie. When I get there the guys are already here Carson is already in the Pool the friend who's name is Ryan is hot dark mocha skin ,inky black hair and dark eyes Maybe he will work well in my stage two plan to seduce Mr Parker.

He was so damned tired and horny and messed up that he couldn’t think straight. “Are you going to come in, or are you just going to stand there all night?” Parker’s eyes popped open to see her standing there. She was wearing loose, stretchy pants and an oversized t-shirt. She had bare feet and pink painted toenails. Her hair was piled on top of her head in a mass of blonde strands and her eyes were narrowed at him. “You’re avoiding me,” she stated, crossing her arms and tapping her foot. “No,” he said with a sigh, straightening up.

I scrunched my face up in confusion and look at Nadine and Denver before getting up and walking to the door. I open it and Parker stands on my porch. "Hey." He says with his hands in his suit pants pockets. He is sporting what I think is a tailor-made grey, Armani suit with shiny black shoes. He looks like a God, towering over me in all his 6'6 glory. Flashes of last night pop up in my mind. The beautiful brunette sitting in his lap, kissing him. I feel myself heat up with anger. "What are you doing here?" I ask rudely.

“Enjoy the show, firecracker. This is what a real man looks like.” Parker’s voice cut through the dim storage room like a challenge as Joanne pushed the door open, looking for her best friend Lila after last period. She froze in the doorway. Lila was bent over a stack of old gym mats, skirt bunched around her waist, and panties dangling from one ankle. Parker stood behind her, pants shoved down just enough, thrusting into her with deep, powerful strokes. His hand was fisted in Lila’s hair, pulling her head back while the other gripped her hip hard enough to leave marks.

I want to win this war which he started. "I'm sorry Mr. Parker, you can't do anything about it. You can't break my concentration." I said in mere whisper and I can see him pouting a little bit through my peripheral vision as he leaned back against the seat. But why do I feel like he's smirking too. I shook my head from left to right and started noting the points of the meeting. Suddenly I felt a cold muscular hand being placed on my exposed thigh. I halted my actions and my grip around the pen got tighter. Damn this skirt. Why do girls have skirts but not boys? God is really heartless and this Aiden Parker Is shameless!

“I guess my age concern is invalid.” “The work concern isn’t, though.” Parker moved from the opening of the closet, pulling his stained T-shirt off and putting on another one very similar to the first. His stomach was smooth and thin like a swimmer, his skin pale and yet attractive. He winked at her after he pulled his shirt down. “Like the show?” “Always. Nothing like watching a sexy man who feels like a brother to you dress himself.” “Pervert. I feel molested.” Parker walked toward her as she turned and jogged to the front door, Parker picking up speed to catch up.

I opened my eyes, a smile blooming across my face — and at the edge of the clearing, ten feet behind Nate, stood Parker. My heart went crazy, fluttering like a trapped hummingbird, and my smile froze in a rictus. Parker was grinning, his teeth bared and elongated, his claws out. And he ran straight for us. I didn’t have a choice; I broke the connection to Nate and leapt to my feet, lashing out with a burst of power that nearly drained my reserves, but that should have taken Parker down and left him writhing and foaming at the mouth.