My life was a bit of a nightmare. I had to grow up real fast. My mother was a single mother. She didn’t have any college education, so she had to do shit jobs. She mostly worked in a bar as a cocktail waitress. Although, I do think she might have done other work on the side. She had the neighbor next door watching my young siblings. I was old enough to take care of things in the house. She expected me to do the cleaning and all of the cooking. I was basically her slave.
She’d always bring men into our home. We’d hear her screaming and moaning. Her bed would make noises up against the wall. Most of the time, the men would just stay for an hour and then be on their way. Sometimes, they’d stay the night and would be at the breakfast table the next morning. They were usually very nice, but occasionally there were dirt bags. The men who expected stuff. However, I never did anything, even though sometimes they'd ask.
My mother would always have us call the men our daddy. However, they weren’t our father. We all had a different father. My mother didn’t marry any of the men who made her pregnant. In fact, we never knew who our fathers were.
Sometimes, when our mother had to work late, we’d stay at our grandmother’s. She didn’t approve of how our mother paid the bills. She wasn’t the nicest lady in the world; however, when we were there, I felt safe. I don't think my mother and her really got along.
When I was eighteen, I came out of the shower and caught one of the men staring at me. He was standing there jerking off. He had wrapped my panties around his cock and was saying vile things to me. I didn't want to tell my mother because she'd probably say I did something wrong.
I knew at that moment, I had to leave. I went into my room, got myself dressed, and packed a bag and left. My home wasn't really a home anyway. My mother didn't care, if I was alive or dead. She'd probably be glad that I left. She really wasn't a great mother anyway. She didn't have a college fund ready for me. She basically was just a bitch who treated me poorly. I didn't need her anymore.
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The first few nights, I just roamed around the city. A few people on the street had told me about some places where I could eat for free. I ate most of my meals there. One person gave me a list of shelter's and told me to check in there to get a bed. You had to get to the shelter really early in the day to reserve your spot and be able to get a bed. For a while, I was able to get a bed.
Eventually, I wasn’t so lucky. The first night I didn’t get a bed, I spent my night on a bench in a park. It was very cold that evening. An older man approached me and told me he’d buy me a nice dinner and would give me a warm place to sleep. He seemed really nice and didn't appear like he'd hurt me. I left that evening with him.
He did all the things he said he’d do. He took me to a restaurant and fed me. He brought me to his house. I was filthy and smelled bad. He brought me into the bathroom and drew me a bath. It was the nicest thing anybody had done for me lately. He poured nice smelling bubbles into the bath. He stood there and washed and conditioned my hair. He carefully washed my body. He wrapped me in a towel and told me to follow him.
He brought me to the bedroom and put me on the bed. He told me he would care for me, but expected me to love him. He’d let me stay in his house just as long as we had sex together. At the time, I thought that was a fair deal. However, later in our life, I did find out that George was a very kinky man. He made me do things that I found quite strange. I did these things because he loved me. I loved him too. He was like the father I never had. He was very loving and caring towards me.
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Our sex life was mostly to indulge George in all of his strange behaviors. George was especially kinky and got off on all kinds of things. He promised me long ago, if I did these things for him he would take care of me. He took care of me and later he started to pay me. He wanted me to be quite professional with his kinky fetishes. That's why he started to pay me. He knew that his fetishes were a bit different, but wanted me to be excited about them too. My pleasure was his pleasure. He figured the money would keep me interested.
Monday was feet day. George had a fetish for stockings and feet. My day started out with getting a pedicure. George likes French manicured toes. After the pedicure, I changed into my body stocking that totally excites him. I put on my black stiletto shoes and waited for him on the couch. George would promptly be home at seven o’clock.
I looked at the clock and saw the door knob moving. George opened the door slowly. When he walked through the door, he saw me sitting there with my legs opened wide. The body stocking was sheer black and had an opening at my pussy. I was fucking myself with my vibrator. I was moving the vibrator in and out of my pussy. Getting myself ready for playtime with George. He especially liked me to have a nice wet pussy for him.
“My darling, don’t you look scrumptious?”
“I just came for you, darling. I know how you enjoy a wet pussy.”
“I do love a wet pussy. You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”
“You can only play with my pussy, if you were a bad boy. Was Georgie a bad boy today?”
George just stood there. I could see his cock bulging in his pants. He was very aroused and horny. My pussy was creamy and the cum was thick and dripping down my legs. I wiped the cum all over my stocking feet. That made George very excited.
“Why doesn’t my dirty boy take off his clothes?”
“Okay. I thought you’d never ask.”
George took off his suit jacket and unbuttoned his shirt. He unbuckled his belt and removed it from his loops. He unzipped his pants and pulled his boxers and his pants down to his feet. He took off his shoes and removed his boxers and pants. His cock was standing at full attention. He was hard and ready to play. He just looked at me with a very horny look.
“It looks like daddy has been a bad boy. Were you hard all day thinking about my pretty feet? Does daddy like my pretty shoes? Crawl over to me and play with my shoes. Come on daddy. You know you want to play.”
I looked like a Barbie doll and George loved to play with me. I was five foot seven with blonde hair and blue eyes. I had a full C cup breast and kept my pussy bald. I had a nice curvy figure, which drove George wild. He especially liked my pampered feet.
George slowly crawled over to me. I had crossed my legs and dangled my stiletto shoe in front of his face. George kissed the body of my shoe. He began sucking at my heel. He was moaning out loud and getting off on my shoes. I took off my shoes and rubbed my feet all over his face. He was sniffing and tasting my stockings. He was sweating with excitement. He was loving my feet.
“Does daddy like my sexy feet?”
“Yes. Yes!”
George licked my stocking toes on my left foot and then on my right foot. He moved his tongue all over my feet. He licked and sucked on my heels.
“Let’s move to the bedroom. I want to play with your cock now.”
“Okay.”
George followed me upstairs to our room. I sat on the bed and he stood in front of me. I held his cock with my two stocking feet. I rubbed my toes all over his balls and back to his cock. He absolutely loved it.
“You do know how to excite me.
