When this girl said, ‘Put a sock in it,” she meant it literally!

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I am a 21-year-old female and will be graduating this year from a Midwestern university. One day last summer I was supposed to meet some friends for drinks at a hotel bar in the city. While I was waiting I got a call on my cell phone informing me that my friends’ plans had changed and they couldn’t make it. But since I was already there, I figured I would have a glass of wine to celebrate the fact that I had just turned 21.

Actually I ended up having several glasses, and I was feeling a little high. I was dressed in a white blouse, a short skirt, white woolen knee socks and loafers. After a while a couple sitting at the bar struck up a conversation with me. Their names were Paul and JoAnn. They were in their 20s and were staying at the hotel. Paul was tall, good-looking and casually dressed, and JoAnn was a pretty blonde in a red dress with high boots. They bought me another glass of wine and engaged me in some pleasant small talk. I was feeling no pain.

After a while I started feeling a little dizzy, so Paul and JoAnn invited me up to their room, where I could rest until I felt better. Once there, however they gave me more wine. JoAnn sat on one side of me on the sofa, and Paul sat on the other. JoAnn said I should relax and make myself more comfortable, and to help me do this she took off my loafers and began rubbing my feet through my white woolen knee socks. This made me a little uncomfortable at first, but then it began to feel good, and the next thing I knew she had taken one sock-covered foot in her mouth and was sucking on it industriously.

I didn’t know quite how to react to this, so I said nothing as she did the same thing with my other foot, then kept switching between them. At the same time Paul reached over and started to unbutton my white blouse. I knew I should try to stop him, but I just didn’t feel like it. Then he was rubbing my breasts through my bra with one hand, while the other slid down under my panties and started playing with my pussy.

I was getting very hot now, and I did not protest when JoAnn asked me to get down on my knees and take off her boots. She was wearing thick white socks, the kind they call slouch socks, which bunched around her ankles. She then told me to take her foot in my mouth as she had with mine, and I did so. To my surprise I found that I enjoyed the sensation, and even found it thrilling.

While I kissed and sucked on one of her feet, she pushed my skirt up with the other, and then rubbed it over my panties, before working it inside them. After rubbing her sock-covered toes over my pussy, she removed that foot and had me suck on it. I know it sounds strange, but sucking my juices from the white wool of her socks nearly made me come.

After a minute JoAnn stood up and told me to take off her dress, which I did. God, she looked so sexy in her bra, panties and white slouch socks! She then told Paul to take off my blouse and skirt, and I let him. Now I too was in my undies and my white knee socks. JoAnn then told me to get on my knees again while she lay on the couch, and she had me kiss her all over, but mostly her feet.

Meanwhile Paul had gotten undressed, and was rubbing his hard penis as he watched us. JoAnn told him to come closer, and then asked me to jerk him off. I hesitated, but by then I was under her spell and could not resist. She had me jerk him off onto her feet—onto her white slouch socks—and then had me clean them off with my mouth and tongue.

I ended up staying the night with Paul and JoAnn, all three of us in one bed. I spent most of it kissing and sucking JoAnn’s feet, and she never took off her socks.

Now Paul and JoAnn come into the city several times a year, and whenever they do they contact me and we get together at their hotel. JoAnn always wears her white slouch socks, since she know that turns me on. All I do with Paul is to jerk him off onto his wife’s feet, so I can clean her socks off with my mouth. I think his wife wears the same socks every time, and doesn’t even wash them. She knows that when she has those socks on I will do anything she wants. I have become her slouch-sock-loving slave.

—G.W., Ann Arbor, Michigan



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