I'm sitting on the couch, nursing a beer, when you stumble through the front door. I can smell the alcohol on your breath from across the room. Your eyes are glazed over, but there's a wicked glint in them that I know all too well.

"Hey, baby," you slur, your words slightly slurred. "Come sit in front of me."

I do as you ask, my heart racing in anticipation of what's to come. You sit on the coffee table, your legs crossed, and start dangling your shoes. You know I have a thing for your feet, and you're not afraid to use it to your advantage.

"I have something to tell you," you say, your voice low and seductive. "I did something tonight that I think you'll enjoy."

My cock twitches in my pants as you tell me about the man you met at the bar. The way he looked at you, the way he touched you. I can see the lust in your eyes as you describe the way he fucked you, hard and fast, in the bathroom.

"He had a bigger dick than you," you say, your foot rubbing against my thigh. "And I let him use it. I let him fuck me like I'm your little slut."

I can feel my cock straining against my pants, desperate for release. I can't believe what I'm hearing, but I can't deny the arousal that's coursing through me.

"Take off your pants," you command, your voice firm. "Jerk off for me, while I tell you the rest of the story."

I do as you say, my hands shaking with anticipation. You take off your shoes and push your soles under my balls. I can feel the heat of your skin, and I imagine it's your pussy that's wrapped around my cock.

"Imagine me, being fucked by another man," you say, your voice cruel. "Imagine me, serving him like the slut I am. You can never have me like other men do. You can only my feet."

I'm so hard it hurts, and I start to stroke myself, imagining you being taken by another man. I can feel my orgasm building, and I know I won't be able to hold back much longer.

"Fuck, you're such a slut," I groan, my hand moving faster and faster. "I can't believe you're letting him use you like this."

"Yes," you moan, your feet rubbing against my balls. "I'm such a dirty slut. I'll do anything for cock."

I can't take it any longer, and I come hard, my cum spurting all over your toes. You laugh, a wicked grin on your face.

"You're such a horny bastard," you say, your feet still pressed against me. "I knew you'd love this."

I can't deny it, I'm hooked. The thought of you being with another man, of you being used and degraded, is a huge turn-on. And I know you'll use this against me, over and over again. But I don't care, as long as I get to have you, even if it's just your feet.

"You're right," I say, my breathing heavy. "I am a horny bastard. And you're my dirty little slut."

You laugh again, your feet still pressed against me.

"Yes, I am," you say. "And you're mine."