Queen Hazel Footjob Novels & Stories

Her voice sounded alien against the night and for some time, the noise of the night animals went silent as they too wondered what had invaded their territory. "What is the matter my lady?" Shana who was in front turned sharply in panic to her mistress. "I think I stepped on something," Hazel said in pain. She was bent down holding her right foot in her hand. Shana got closer so she would be able to see what was going on. "You are bare feet?!" Shana exclaimed in a voice filled with more disgust than disbelief as she saw the condition of Hazel's feet. "I was in a hurry. I forgot to wear shoes," Hazel said as she winced from the pain shooting from her right foot.

she murmured before noticing Hazel’s injured feet. “We need to save her. Bring her inside,” she instructed. The men carefully carried Hazel into a hut. Two young girls followed, bringing a calabash filled with water and medicinal leaves. They gently cleaned the dried blood from her feet, removing small splinters and broken sticks embedded in her skin. Once the wounds were clean, they crushed fresh green herbs into a paste, spreading it over the cuts before wrapping her feet in soft palm leaves. “That should help her heal,” one of the girls whispered.

Autumn gave her a fake smile as she puts the stilettos back into her feet. "I'm talking about your dark eye bags, Rosie. And you're welcome." Even if she already turned her back from Rosie, she knows that the girl was fuming. She won this round. She walked out from the hall like a winner. She was finally at the parking lot. She was almost limping because her shoes were killing her. As soon as she was inside her car,she removed her shoes again and threw it at the back. She heaved a sigh of relief as she steps into her comfy sandals.

The Viper clubhouse smelled like piss, smoke, and cheap whiskey. Floodlights buzzed overhead, throwing harsh shadows across the cracked concrete lot. About forty guys packed in, laughing too loud, shoving each other. Hazel stood next to King on a low wooden stage they’d dragged out. Her shoulders burned from the fresh ink, but she didn’t flinch. King raised his arms. “Listen up, you sorry fucks. This right here? She’s mine now. Hazel. My queen. Any of you even look at her wrong, I’ll carve your eyes out myself.”