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Sasha pouted. For the third time this week John had refused to have sex after his work, he had said he was too tired tonight. Last time he had supposedly eaten too much and she was sick of hearing these excuses. Sasha was so horny. It should be him who was begging her for sex, not the opposite!

It had all started the day she had come home with that stupid new spice that she had bought on her trip to Eastern Europe last autumn. At first he had enjoyed the new taste, kind of a pungent and yet musty aroma, that seemed to make almost any food taste comforting and wholesome. But that was all before he had begun to notice the changes.

The Dirty Boots of Dusty Rose - Part 4 - Dirty Foot Slave

Johnny was an hour early as his car pulled up a block away from Dusty’s bus stop. His ass was still sore from the ass fucking and beating he got the night before. But he wanted more. His cock was already hard thinking about it. A motorcycle flew by his window.

The Dirty Boots of Dusty Rose

Part 3 – The First Humiliation

Johnny’s ass was burning from the asswhipping as he slowly licked at the dog shit on Dusty’s dirty boot. “Come on bitch, lick it like you like it,” she said as she grabbed the back of his head and shoved it into the muck on her boot.

The Dirty Boots of Dusty Rose

Part 2 - Dusty’s New Bootlicker

It was 10:04 pm and Johnny’s heart jumped as he saw the stranger’s car pull up to the bus stop. The door opened and the first thing he saw was the laced up knee high black leather boot step out. But the boot was clean and not caked in mud as before. He was a little disappointed, but still excited to see Dusty exit from the car and take a seat at her bus stop to wait for another customer.

The Dirty Boots of Dusty Rose

Part 1 – The Street Whore

Dusty Rose was an American Indian who was extremely attractive but a little on the plump side and she always wore a little too much makeup. She was constantly getting rips in the ass of her jeans because her ass was bigger than what the jeans could hold. When the rips opened up the ass below the pocket, one could see she was either wearing no underwear or just a pair of black pantyhose that looked shredded. She really didn’t care if her ass was exposed. It was good for business. She was a street hooker who worked down on the east side. The other girls there did it mostly for drugs and money for their pimps. Dusty did it because she liked being a whore, having control, and getting paid for it.

Part Three – First Strike

When Frank woke up the next morning, a ray of sunshine hit the floor where his cum and urine puddle was. A stark reminder of what happened yesterday and what probably was coming today. He could hear boot steps approaching from down the hall. His heart pounded with excited anticipation mixed with dread.

Captives

Part Two – The Revenge of Lin Pham

Lin Pham the younger of the two interrogators, held the cattle prod an inch away from Frank’s erect penis. She teased him. Lin had a black belt in karate and was a master in most martial arts. She could kill a man with one blow but she enjoyed torturing a helpless prisoner for days or even weeks.

Part One - Bad Day in Phuong Yang

When Lt. Col. Frank Morris woke up naked on the dirty cement floor of his cell, he had a feeling it was going to be a bad day. He remembered his spy plane getting shot down over North Korea and being captured along with his co-pilot Jerry Noels and the navigator Tommy J. Sloan.

Emily and her doormat
Part 1
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The half-hour between 5:30 and 6 pm is my favorite time of day. I get to spend this quality time lying down in a special space under the wooden floor at the entrance to Emily's home. In effect, I am replacing the doormat. To those entering the beautiful house, only my face is visible, precisely at the spot where you would expect a doormat. The anticipation of hearing Emily's heels clicking