The Naughty List Read Online Jade West

Categories Genre: BDSM, Erotic, Kink, Taboo Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
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“Here she is, kitty kitty,” he says, and puts his boot on my chest, crushing my tits, before he jiggles them with tips of his toes. It’s so fucking degrading. “Show me what you’ve got for me,” he says, and takes his foot away. “Get those big fucking tits out and mash them together like a good slut.”

I can’t see his masked face, since I’m blinded by the light, but I make sure my teeth are clenched, showing my contempt. I remove my bag from around my neck and then pull my crop top and bra down for him, displaying myself under the spotlight. I hold my tits together like he wants me to, and he laughs as he toes them again.

“Spread your slutty legs now,” he tells me. “I’ll make you regret it if you don’t.”

I make sure I waver long enough to show a touch of fight, but then I obey, spreading my legs open wide.

My skirt is so short it rises naturally, and that’s where he aims his boot next. He presses his toe right against my pussy and grinds it into me. It shouldn’t feel nice, but it does. It feels really fucking good, and I squirm, still holding my tits tight.

“You’re a horny bitch, aren’t you?” he says. “You’ve been teasing me. Running away when you wanted it all along.”

“I didn’t know I wanted it,” I say, my voice almost broken, I’m so parched. “Not until now.”

“And now you do want it? Is that what you’re telling me?”

“I can’t run anymore… I can’t…”

“That’s not what I asked, bitch. I asked if you want it or not.”

I pause, staring up at the light, moving my hips to keep his toe grinding.

“I’ll take it,” I say. “If you’ll let me go again after. If you’ll let me go free.”

“THAT’S NOT WHAT I ASKED!” he barks, and his voice is thunderous in the silence.

“I’m sorry!” I say. “I’ll take it, I swear. And yes, I want it. I want whatever you give me. I’ll take it all, just please say you’ll let me go again. Please!”

“I’ll make you a deal,” he says, and presses his boot harder on my crotch. “If you’re a good slut, and please me enough, I’ll let you go.”

“I will please you enough, I swear,” I say. My character builds. Holly comes to life, springing up in my psyche like a wanton little vixen. “I’m a dirty bitch, and you know that. You saw it, right when you first set eyes on me in the park. I’ll show you. I’ll show you right now.”

I wriggle under his foot, trying to get myself off on his filthy sole, well aware what a cheap little slut I must look like.

“Here,” I say, and let go of my tits, daring to snake my hands down my body. “Let me show you how wet I am.”

He raises his foot just enough for me to tear my tights off and pull down my thong. I frog leg myself on my back, showing off my wet pussy as he examines me with his flashlight.

“Use your boot on me again,” I say. “Please. Use my cunt with your dirty boot.”

He laughs. “I work on a farm,” he says. “I’ve been walking in filth all day.”

“I don’t care,” I say, and manage to smile. “Use your filthy boot on me. That’s what I want. I’ll be as dirty as you can make me.”

He uses more pressure this time, rubbing the filthy rubber sole back and forth. It grates, and it’s messy, just like he said. I can feel it. But I don’t care. I take hold of his ankle and urge him on, telling him how grateful I am and how I’m so fucking horny I can get off on his heel. That’s what a dirty bitch I am.

“Have you ever taken a boot in your cunt?” he asks me, and I shake my head.

“No, I’m way too tight for that.”

“Maybe one day though, hey?”

“Maybe.”

I imagine Tiff here in my place. I wonder if she’d consider it, if she was me. Taking his filthy boot in her pussy. What a fucking stretch… The thought only spurs me on.

“Please, be rough,” I say to him. “Grind your heel and make me come. I need it. I’ve been so scared.”

“You’re going to come under my shitty boot?” he asks, and I nod.

“Please… I’d love it.”

“Go on then, whore. Show me.”

I can’t believe I’m rubbing myself off on a dirty boot, holding his ankle as I squirm and wriggle. The tread is weird as fuck, so rough that it has me gasping in seconds, and the flashlight is still bright, bearing down on me as he watches.

I never fake orgasms for clients, and I don’t fake this one. My clit is sparking wild when I give in to the power and grind to my own sordid beat, my tits jiggling as I gasp and come for a guy in a ski mask with his grimy boot against my clit.


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