Sweetie's Hotel Treatment

CONTENT DESCRIPTORS:
Foot Massage
Footjob
Rape

You can read the story in Spanish HERE  .

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         “I’ll be back by tomorrow morning.”

         Rarity said that to her younger sister before leaving her alone in their tiny hotel room. 15-year-old Sweetie Belle played on her phone for hours before boredom finally sank in. This wasn’t even a five-star hotel.

         “Oh, we can’t pick a better place because they’re too far from the meeting spot,” she mocked in Rarity’s voice.

         Sighing, she levitated the plastic sheet on the nightstand. On it was a basic room service number, the TV guide, all that junk. But deep in the list, Sweetie’s green eyes discovered something intriguing. FREE FOOT MASSAGES: 8 AM – 10 PM. And the clock read 9:19 PM.

         Her fingers couldn’t dial faster. After sporting high heels all day yesterday, she deserved a rubbing. Plus, Rarity won’t kill me for adding to her bill.

         Minutes later, there was a knock at the door.

         Sweetie yanked it open and smiled. “Free foot massage. That’s me.”

         On the other side was a guy with red hair and peach-coloured skin. Freckles dotted his face, and he appeared to be around 19. He returned the smile to Sweetie, then introduced himself as Cherish. Finally, he instructed her to lay on the bed.

         “Would you like a typical massage or a special massage?”

         “Special,” Sweetie scoffed.

         “Then you must wear this.” The boy pulled a red blindfold out of his pocket. “When your vision is limited, your sense of touch is enhanced. It’s necessary for the massage.”

         Sweetie hesitated but grabbed it. “What the heck.”

         She needed help wrapping it around her eyes, but she sank into the pillows once the cloth was tightened. Cherish’s smile persisted upon seeing her naked soles. White as snow, with a black beauty mark under the ball of her right foot.

         “Are you enjoying your stay?” he asked, lightly sniffing her foot.

         “It’s fine. D-Did you just smell my foot?”

         “Heh, sorry. I thought this was dirt for a second.” The boy got another quiet sniff before reaching for some oil. “Cute beauty mark.”

         Sweetie Belle giggled, utterly blind to what Cherish’s intentions were. Already, her foot odour got his heart thumping. They fortunately didn’t stink, nor did they smell too sweet. There was a hint of amber, but a pure scent dominated the room. Soon, it’d be masked by the oil that Cherish spread on her feet.

         “Ooh… I thought it’d be colder,” Sweetie said.

         “Yeah, melted coconut oil.” Cherish pulled his pants down. “I take it you get foot massages often?”

         “Mmm-hmm. Mainly during pedicures from my sister.”

         Cherish rubbed his thumb on Sweetie’s big toe, prepping his five-inch member for the eventual greatness. With enough convincing, he pushed it against the side of her left foot.

         Oh my God, he thought. So she must get pedicures every other day.

         Touching Sweetie’s glossy sole was like feeling a cloud. The girl’s dainty feet had Cherish twitching so much that he had to bite his lip. A good strategy as Sweetie wiggled her toes.

         “Whoa. What is that?” Her tone was calm yet confused.

         “Special massage tool. How’s it feel?” Cherish asked, still bumping and grinding on the sides of her feet.

         “I dunno. Feels so strange.”

         Cherish assured her that the hotel used this tool on many guests, and most left satisfied. Setting Sweetie at further ease, the boy began to hump her soles from the front. Because of the warm oil, the white girl failed to notice how this unique tool was bizarrely hot. The long penis slid up and down her soles like they were made of butter.

         Every time he reached the top, she flexed her toes. Her velvet-painted toes that made Cherish skip a heartbeat. Eventually, he led his cock underneath Sweetie’s toes, sweeping back and forth. Then he thrust his glans against the top of her toes.

         “Flip over, please.”

         Sweetie obliged, now on her stomach and letting her soles face the ceiling. Cherish continued to massage both him and her, all the while wanting to learn more about Sweetie’s feet.

         Tingling, he asked, “What kind of shoes do you wear?”

         “Oh, where to begin.” Her voice perked up. “Flats, boots, slippers, anything closed-toed, honestly.”

         Cherish chuckled. “You don’t like showing off your toes?”

         “If the occasion calls for it, sure. But otherwise, I prefer hiding my feet.”

         The boy’s shaft now rolled against the middle of Sweetie’s foot. After crossing her legs, he stuck his dick between her toes, smiling.

         “Your toes are pretty. Be proud.”

         Sweetie scrunched her toes on his cock, causing his balls to tighten and his glans to tremble. Cherish almost yelped out in delight but slowly retracted to not nut too quickly.

         “Ew, don’t say that,” she laughed. “My toes are just toes. They’re basic.”

         “But very pretty,” Cherish added before realising how strange he sounded. “I mean, I’ve seen a bunch of ugly feet in comparison.”

         Scanning the floor, he spotted a velvet-shaded flat. She said she likes flats. Knowing he’d get more of Sweetie’s essence, he grabbed the shoe and took a long sniff.

         What a treat! Still wasn’t super smelly, but the boy wanted to bounce off the walls. It smelt even more raw and natural than Sweetie’s feet. And once he saw the darkened footprint on the insole, he almost fainted. Now he was entirely red and hard.

         “So, part of this massage includes a little game,” he said.

         “I’m listening.”

         “I’m gonna hold my c— the tool in one spot. Then you’ll move your feet around it. Think of it like playing with clay.”

         Cherish sat on the bed, spreading his legs. He seized one of the blankets off his cart, one with a hole, and glid his cock through it. With his hand gripping the base of his shaft, Sweetie would have no idea that she bounced on his solid cock.

         “Good.” Cherish guided her feet to his penis, waiting with bated breath for Sweetie’s soles to clap his penis. Then, as the toes struck the glans, sliding as low as they could go, he let out a silent moan. “Do whatever you want.”

         First, Sweetie kicked the stiff tool. It got a laugh out of her before she curled her toes against the shaft. As she played, she soon turned this into what Cherish desired. A footjob.

         Her slippery feet jerked up and down with the dick tightly between her arches. Every bump and wrinkle sent Cherish further into pleasure, and her odorous shoe helped. Even when his cock escaped her grasp, the balls of her feet still massaged his glans while the toes caressed his shaft. Her big toes adored the tool’s texture, constantly tapping the throbbing stick like an instrument. The sound of wet feet slapping cock echoed through this small room.

         “All this work you’re making me do. My feet are gonna be musty by the end,” Sweetie giggled.

         Mmm… Musty toes… Licking the fuzzy insole of her shoe, he felt his groin contract. “A special cream comes out this tool to make your feet even softer. Hold still, ma’am.”

         Like a behaved girl, Sweetie rested her feet at the glans as Cherish aimed his shot. Just in time, as a long stream of toasty semen hit her right heel. The next squirt hit the middles of her feet, even dripping onto the sheets. And then seven more bursts of boy juice painted her feet until they were a sloppy mess.

         Sweetie smirked while Cherish spread the semen on her feet with his shrinking cock. “It’s even warmer than the oil.”

         “How do you feel?” Cherish asked with a pant, pulling out his phone. He needed to record this moment forever.

         “Pardon my language, but I feel fucking fantastic…” she moaned. “This is a thick cream, though. Like… Holy shit, it’s wonderful…”

         Her toes were blissfully relieved of all stress from being cramped in high heels. The same went for her arches, her soles, and her heels. As this strange substance warmed them, Sweetie moaned and groaned in delight. She even rubbed the cum in further, treating it like actual lotion.

         The boy snapped some pleasing angles before finally wiping the cum off Sweetie’s feet with a towel. As for the cum stains on the bed, he hastily told her he’d come to do late room service, so he could take the sheets with no issue. Then, after the evidence of naughty business disappeared, he unblinded Sweetie’s eyes.

         She touched her soles, nodding at the results. “They’re so doughy.”

         “Elated to make your day, ma’am.” Cherish pushed the cart out of the room.

         “Wait!”

         Sweetie ran to her purse and whipped out ten dollars. Slamming it in Cherish’s hand, she showed off her pearly white teeth in a wide grin. “Thanks a bunch.”

         Cherish checked her out from head to toe one more time. “No, thank you.”