Rachel Keller Feet Novels & Stories

He squeezes and lets go of my hand. “Was that Surge you were talking to?” I blush a little and look away, “Yeah, we hung out today.” She looked at me long and hard before stepping out of the doorway, “Katherine, don't do that. Don't hang out with people like Surge. He's trouble, and plus he only wants one thing from girls.” She keeps her eyes tightly on the floor. Rachel is different from the last time I saw her. We both have grandpa Riley's piercing blue eyes. She has jet black hair, her nose has a small gold hoop in it. Her dark makeup makes her blue eyes pop more. At the top of the stairs, She pulls a joint out of her cigarette pack, “Don't tell my dad ok?” I just nod and we both squeeze

The door to my cell clangs open, and Kelly steps inside, flanked by two guards who keep their hands close to their weapons. She looks different now—more disheveled than usual, her pristine robes stained with what looks suspiciously like blood. Her pale eyes are bright with a mixture of frustration and anticipation, and there's a cruel smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “Hello, Rachel," she says, her voice honey-sweet with false concern. "I trust you've had time to reconsider your position? Perhaps the sounds from the interrogation chamber have helped clarify the stakes for you?" She gestures casually toward the direction where Elias's screams originated, and I have to fight to keep m

Her left foot sat further in toward the base of his penis and made direct contact with her arch. As Bill switched feet he nearly exploded cum down the leg of his shorts when she replaced her right foot that was against his cock, with her left. 'Jesus.' He thought. Not only that, but she moved the toes of her left foot which felt like she was rubbing his cock through his shorts with her bare foot. "You make my feet feel so much better!" Rachel was moving her left foot and felt his hard cylinder with her heel, arch, and the tips of her toes. She decided that was enough or she would be far too obvious about what she was doing. Right now, she was still playing dumb.

With a small flick of her foot, she kicked them off completely. She opened her legs a little wider under the table. Rachel didn’t hesitate. Her bare foot moved up again, this time brushing the inside of Kristen’s thighs. The skin there was soft, smooth, inviting. Rachel felt Kristen’s arousal against her toes. She pressed gently and found Kristen’s entrance, warm and responsive. She curled her toe and pushed just enough to slip inside. Kristen’s lips parted in a silent moan, her eyes fluttering closed.

With a small flick of her foot, she kicked them off completely. She opened her legs a little wider under the table. Rachel didn’t hesitate. Her bare foot moved up again, this time brushing the inside of Kristen’s thighs. The skin there was soft, smooth, inviting. Rachel felt Kristen’s arousal against her toes. She pressed gently and found Kristen’s entrance, warm and responsive. She curled her toe and pushed just enough to slip inside. Kristen’s lips parted in a silent moan, her eyes fluttering closed.

She did but asked that they not make her do that again. Her toes curled as they fucked her. Rachel came when a man was fucking her face to face. She knew they weren't all finished, so she just asked that they take it easy for a minute. They massaged her back and feet while others ran their fingers in her crack. She was soon rested and ready.

I could only walk at a snail's pace. Behind me, Rachel's delicate, whiny voice drifted over. "Cole, my foot hurts a little." Then came a sharp little yelp, followed by the rapid thudding of footsteps rushing past me. I looked up to see Cole carrying Rachel in a princess carry, his tall frame completely shielding her. Only her slender calves peeked out from his arms. I met Rachel's gaze over his shoulder. The corners of her lips curled into a smug smile. She looked at me with open provocation and gave her foot the slightly playful wiggle.

Wendall instructed her sternly and looked at me. “I am okay, Mrs. Fisher. I can heal like a normal wolf, and you know that.” I assured her once again. She didn’t smile but looked at me sympathetically before leaving me with Rachel. “This is the fifth time in less than two weeks, Sheryl. You need to be careful if you don’t want to lose your knees.” Rachel said to me worriedly. “I know, Rachel. I will be careful from now on.” I replied to her while looking out of the window with a blank gaze.

They walked through the empty school halls, Rachel's heels clicking on the floor as she tried to keep up with his quick pace. Her mind was racing, trying to come up with a way to put an end to this before it went too far. But the truth was, she was scared to refuse him.

Meanwhile at that same time, Rachel’s footsteps echoed through the narrow hallway, the rhythmic sound of her footsteps did little to soothe her nerves. She fidgeted her fingers anxiously, as she struggled to control her ragged breathing. She felt like her chest was tightening with every second that passed. The clinics hallway was too quiet, too still, making her heart race even more with anxiety.