ERIN'S EX

ERIN'S EX
By Igor

Erin sighed as he drove the final 2 miles to Nicki’s house. Erin had been divorced from Nicki for over 3 years now. The divorce had been bitter and he was still angry about the way it had turned out. Nicki was an Army officer, one of the few female graduates from West Point. He remembers finding her self confidence exciting back when he met her, but he later realized she was just too dominant for his taste. For years he put up with her bossing him around and making him feel second rate to her. Finally he had gotten fed up and left her for a more submissive type woman whom he later married. Of course Nicki divorced him as soon as she found out he was seeing someone else and totally destroyed him in court. He had one child with her which she got custody of, which meant he had to drive the 6 hour trip there to visit his kid. Nicki stayed too involved in the Army to start another relationship and so was still single. The one pleasure Erin had was that Nicki was apparently very lonely and was getting no sexual attention. He had been surprised last visit when she was actually trying to be nice to him and offering him a shoulder rub since he hurt his shoulder at work. He had refused rudely, of course, and figured she was just trying to get him to screw her for her own pleasure, after which she would treat him like shit and make him feel humiliated. Erin vowed he would never let her humiliate or control him again.
Erin drove up the drive way and saw Nicki was just finishing mowing the lawn. She was wearing a short casual sun dress and loafers. She turned the mower off and walked to the side door to let him in. As Erin walked in, he noticed a pile of Army uniforms on the floor. Nicki had obviously just gotten back from the field.
"Pardon the mess," Nicki said, " I’ve been out in the field for 2 weeks. I got in just a couple of hours ago. Man what a suck. It was so hot, and everything seemed to go wrong."
As Erin continued in, he suddenly smelled a sharp, dank odor that turned his nose. He looked to the corner he was standing next to and saw Nicki’s boots there.
"Damn, Nicki. You need to put those nasty boots outside. Those stink! "
Nicki got slightly irritated. "Well sorry, Mr. Clean. One of the things that went wrong was my pack got lost the 2nd day out there, so all my extra socks were gone. I had to wear the same socks for 7 days in those hot boots, and they finally got so bad, I just took them off, threw them away, and had to wear my boots with no socks the last few days. Of course that made my feet and my boots reek even worse and the other people in the tent wouldn't let me take my boots off in the tent. So I had to take them off outside and walk barefoot in the dirt to get back to my cot. So yes! I know they stink. That’s why I have these old ratty loafers on. I figured since I was already dirty, I’d get the lawn done and these were the only shoes I have that were old and smelly enough for me to wear without ruining them."
"Ok already!" said Erin. "Quit talking about your nasty feet. Your grossing me out. I always did hate how you smelled after coming home from the field." Erin liked this. It was a rare chance to insult her and try to make her feel bad about herself.
To Erin’s surprise, however, Nicki just smirked arrogantly, letting him know she wasn’t insulted. He hated that look. It made him feel powerless.
Nicki then led him to the living room and told him that his son was not going to be home from her mother’s place for another 2 days and that she just forgot to call and tell him before he left. Erin was furious. He had wasted his trip.
"You suck Nicki. So basically I drove all this way with my sore shoulder just to get stupid looks from you and hear about your dirty feet. That’s just great. Why is it all you want to do is hurt me and make me feel like a loser?"
To Erin’s great surprise, Nicki seemed sympathetic. "I’m sorry Erin. I’m just frustrated. I know how hard it is for you to take time off work and to drive all the way up here. And I know it is emotionally hard seeing me, especially after what happened last time. I know how insecure you feel around me. " Nicki took Erin’s hand and led him to a video chair nearby. It was a narrow, cushioned new-age-looking rocking video chair , low to the ground with no armrests, the seat only about 5 inches above the floor. "Here. sit here. I just bought this before I left 2 weeks ago."
Erin sat down. The chair was well balanced, and could rock slowly and smoothly. The head of the chair went up just to the height of his head and was only a couple of inches wider than his head. Erin allowed himself to be depressed for a bit, taking advantage of Nicki’s rare sympathy.
Nicki knelt behind the chair and slowly stroked his hair sympathetically. "Poor thing. I’m sorry. I don’t want you to feel bad. Here, I have an idea. How about you let me just massage your arms a short bit to make up for it. It’s the least I can do. If for nothing else, than to let me make up for you having had to smell my nasty boots."
"No, your all dirty. You need to go take a shower. Just thinking about how your feet must look and smell in those loafers right now makes me sick."
"Ok. I will. Just let me do your arms for 3 minutes. I’ll stay behind the chair so you won’t have to see me and my feet will be far behind me."
Nicki didn’t wait for the answer and just started to gently rub Erin’s arms. It felt so good that Erin just relaxed his arms to the side, letting his hands rest on the floor.
"Why don’t you also bend your knees and fold you legs back behind you so it’ll stretch your quads some too, which I’m sure are tired from all that driving. "
Erin complied and bent his legs back so his ankles were at his sides, near his hands, almost in a kneeling on heels position except that the rocker was still under him supporting his weight.


"What do you mean, punish?"
"Stupid. We both know what you hate most about me being in the field."
Erin looked in panic at the soiled and rancid socks Nicki was bringing towards him. "Oh No! Nicki! Get those away! Please!"
Nicki made sure Erin saw her turn the socks inside out so the fabric that had been pressed against her sweaty toes would be right aginst Erin’s tongue. Nicki sat on Erin’s lap as he struggled helplessly and forced the socks into his mouth. She made sure the toes of the socks were against his tongue. She then placed a single strip of tape across his mouth so he could not spit them out. She also wrapped tape around his forehead and the head of the chair so he could not turn his head.
Erin gagged as he tasted his ex-wife’s toe sweat. The socks were initially hard and crusty with dried sweat but his saliva soon began to soften them. Erin then watched Nicki drag a cushioned aluminum chair over and place it right in front of him. Erin mumbled through the tape angrily. He felt so embarrassed and angry that he had fallen into Nicki’s trap.
Nicki sat in the chair and smiled as she saw her ex-husband tied helplessly in front of her, sucking her filthy socks. She then brought one of her feet up, still in her loafers, placed it on his chest, and began to rock him back and forth with her foot, taunting him and humiliating him.
"My. Now don’t you look stupid. All tied up in that chair, sucking my sweaty socks. How are those by the way? Do they taste as bad as they smelled?"
Nicki smiled as she saw the look of despair in Erin’s eyes. His esteem was falling by the minute. She then brought her still shod foot up to his face and stroked his cheek with it, watching him moan angrily for her to get it away. She slowly slid her foot behind Erin’s head (between the back of his head and the head of the chair) and hooked the back of his head with the top of her foot and straightened her long sleek leg, holding the chair rocked back from her. Erin’s right cheek was pressed against the inside of her left ankle. She then bent her right knee and brought her right foot back to her thigh and pressed the arch side of it against the inside of her left thigh. Nicki giggled with delight. This was just so perfect. She couldn’t believe what she was about to get to do to her ex. Erin looked in puzzlement as to why Nicki held her other foot cocked back so deliberately.
"So Erin, have you ever wondered what complete and total defeat smells like to a shity ex-husband?"
Erin looked at Nicki and then down at her ready foot. Suddenly a realization of terror struck him and he looked back at Nicki with a huge "you wouldn’t" look. Nicki grew wet as she then popped her heel out of her shoe and let the old loafer slide down along the top of her foot until it hung precariously from the tips of her toes. Erin jerked in panic and moaned "Oh No!" understandably through the sock.
"Looks like you’re going to find out. Looks like a really pissed off woman is going to really enjoy watching her ex find out what defeat smells like too." With that Nicki wiggled her toes and let her loafer slip off her sweaty toes. She cocked her toes back so Erin could see how filthy and grimy they were.
"NOOOOOOO!!! Oh NOO!" Erin begged through the socks.
Nicki then began to very slowly slide her freshly bared foot along the inside of her shapely and muscular leg towards her left ankle where she held Erin’s face helpless. She could see Erin’s eyes bulging as he realized his fate. Erin could see that Nicki was going to make him watch her slide her foot slowly along the inside of her leg and right onto his helpless face. In his worst nightmares he could not have never imagined a more degrading fate for himself. Nicki had made it, of course, so that he had to look at her smirking face as well as her approaching foot. She wanted to make sure that he would always remember who had humiliated him like this. Erin’s eyes began to tear.
"Oh poor baby. Is little Erin decompensating? Well I hope so! You deserve this Erin. There isn’t another man in the world I would humiliate like this because being forced to smell a woman’s toes like this is death to a man’s ego, but you, you totally deserve what is about to happen to you, you cheating fuck. "
Erin strained against the cuffs and tape in desperate attempts to escape. "It’s hopeless Erin. You’re not going anywhere. No one can help you. Look at my toes Erin. Look at them! "
Erin sadly stared at his fate as ordered. Her foot was at her knee now, still approaching, ever so slowly and seductively.
"Those toes have been sweating in boots for 2 weeks! A week with one dirty pair of socks, and a week barefoot in hot dirty leather boots. And I went barefoot in the dirt too. Look how ground in the grime is. Those toes smelled enough to clear out a whole tent. I’ve never had such smelly feet, Erin, but I made them this way just for you. Look at those toes! I’m going to make you smell them, Erin, and I’m going to enjoy wanting you suffer."
Nicki took her time sliding her foot up to Erin’s face, knowing how hard it was for him to see her grimy sole coming. She finally held it about 6 inches from his face and moved it around, making him see all parts of her foot and how totally filthy and sweaty it was. Nicki then cocked her toes back and held her foot 6 inches in front of Erin’s nose. She then slowly unhooked her left foot from behind Erin’s head and released the chair to let the rocking motion bring Erin’s face towards her waiting foot! Erin screamed for mercy through the sock as he felt the chair carrying his face into his ex-wife’s dirty bare punishing toes.
Nicki cooed with ecstasy as she watched Erin try to press his head backward into the chair in an instinctive attempt to avert her toes and his look of panic as the chair kept rocking him slowly into her waiting toes. Erin’s nose slipped into her toes. The base of his nostrils pressed firmly against the base of her toes. Erin’s eyes crossed from the sudden hit of Nicki’s awesome foot odor. His heart throbbed in disbelief as he looked at Nicki’s toes slowly flexing to curl around his nose and cup over his nostrils, sealing him in with the base of her toes.
Nicki kept eye contact with Erin so he would have to see how much she was enjoying this. Nicki then began to rock Erin back and forth in the chair, using her toes smeared over his nose to rock him.
Erin couldn’t believe how intense Nicki’s toes smelled. It was completely unbearable. Every breath he took was a mini torture session in itself. First came the anticipation of taking another breath of Nicki’s toes, then the humiliation of inhaling and the joy Nicki had as she felt air sucked between her toes, and then the agony of her toe odor in his body. Erin watched helplessly as Nicki repeated the whole show with her other foot. She rocked him as he watched her bare her other foot, slowly slide it along her leg, show him the grime on her soles, cock her toes back and then let the chair’s motion carry him nose first into the pits of her pungent toes. On and on Nicki punished Erin with her dirty smelly bare feet, keeping all 10 of her moist grimy hot toes smeared over his helpless nose, rocking him back and forth, verbally humiliating him and telling him how horny this was getting her. "Keep smelling my toes Erin. Smell the Nicki toes. And make sure you keep looking at my dirty toenails."
Erin looked down at her 10 toes all piled up and slithering around on his nose. It was like each toe was fighting for a chance to be the toe closest to his nostrils. Her toe nails were clearly dirty, with chipped remnant of red nail polish applied over 2 weeks ago. The heat and humidity inside Nicki’s boots had been too much for the polish on her toes and it had peeled off mostly.
Erin could feel Nicki rubbing the base of her toes on his nose firmly and repeatedly. He then noticed she was cooing and fingering herself as she did this to him.
"That’s right Erin. I’m making you massage my poor tired hot sweaty toes. It feels so so good. It turning me on. The sweat between my toes in acting like massage oil, and it feels exquisite."
Erin’s body buzzed with humiliation and the penetrating odor of his ex-wife’s sweaty toes. He felt like such a helpless plaything to her. Nicki would often push his face away hard, rocking him way back, away from her feet, only to see his despair as the nearly balanced chair ever so slowly rocked him back towards her toes. She kept her feet pressed together and held in the air with her toes cocked back so Erin’s nose would be carried right into them.
*
Nicki pleasured herself in this way for over an hour and a half, watching Erin moan and cry in utter agony. This just couldn’t get any worse, Erin thought to himself. But suddenly he saw Nicki scooting her chair up closer to him. She extended her legs fully, using her toes on his face to rock him and chair all the way back until the back of the chair was nearly parallel to the floor. Nicki scooted her chair up so close Erin realized he would hit her if she released him.
Nicki looked down at Erin and smiled with anticipation. She scooted her self up to the very edge of her chair so her ass was just barely on the chair and the front of her short dress hung over the front edge. She made sure Erin was watching and then slowly raised the skirt of her sun dress up to her belly, revealing her naked pussy.
Erin’s eyes about popped out of his head as he saw what Nicki was preparing to do. Nicki’s chair was the perfect height. Her pussy was where her toes had been when she let the chair rock him into them. Actually, he noticed her pussy was a bit closer even than that, which meant the chair would hold his face there firmly. Erin screamed protest through the sock in his mouth as he watched Nicki smile at him and lightly run her fingers sensuously along the inside of her thighs and over her clit, exciting herself.
"What’s the matter, Erin? Don’t like what you see? Or is it just too familiar?"
Erin remembers how Nicki used to force him to go down on her and how much he hated it. She used to sneak up on him when he slept on his back, pin his arms down with her knees as she straddled his face and came on him. Now she was going to use her pussy to punish him and there was nothing he could do about it.
"You never did like going down on me did you? Well now its too late. Today your going to learn how to make me come right." With that Nicki slowly slid her toes off Erin’s nose, smearing them over his cheeks and along the sides of his head. She let the chair very slowly start to rock forward, keeping slight pressure on the sides of Erin’s head with the insides of her sweaty ankles and legs to control his speed.
Nicki held Erin’s face between her ankles now. Helplessly Erin looked down the long length of Nicki’s sleek legs, and at the quivering pussy waiting for him at the other end. Nicki took about 5 minutes to let him creep closer and closer. When his face was about 5 inches from her pussy, she reached between her legs and tore off the tape and pulled out her socks. She then suddenly released him. She giggled as she saw Erin’s eyes close and mouth open in protest as the chair carried his face into her pussy. She could hear Erin’s faint mumbling and moaning from inside her as his nose and mouth sank deep into her. Nicki draped her legs over Erin’s shoulders to hold him tight against her so her pussy could have its way with his face. Nicki continuously bucked her hips and ground her clit against Erin’s nose, getting off on the sensation. Erin looked up at her with sad and beaten eyes as she fucked his mouth.
After about 15 minutes, Nicki curled her legs even tighter around Erin and let her feet slide around to the sides of his chest. She pressed her sweaty toes against his ribs and belly and then slowly started to wiggle them. Erin realized she was about to tickle him with her toes. He looked up desperately, and moaned pitifully for mercy as Nicki proudly thrust her hip into his face.
"Oh my gosh, Erin. Just think what would happen if I wiggled my toes. They would tickle you so hard. Gee, and I bet I remember all your ticklish spots."
Nicki let Erin panic and beg for a few minutes, and then spread her toes wide. Erin’s eyes opened in dreaded anticipation. Nicki then wiggled her strong toes vigorously, tickling Erin without mercy. Erin bucked and convulsed in the chair but he could not go anywhere. His short jerky movement was just what Nicki wanted. She got off on feeling him struggling between her legs. His trembling sent her clit wild. And of course Erin was trying to scream and gasp as her toes tickled him. Nicki loved the sound of his muffled but desperate and agonizing tickish screams. The motion of his mouth and tongue flailing around her clit in desperate agony sent her tumbling towards her biggest orgasm ever.
Nicki moaned loudly now. "Oh yes! That’s it. Your doing great! Keep screaming. Oh God, it feels so good! Uh, if only I could tickle you harder!" Nicki was so close now. She looked down at erin’s bloodshot and teary eyes. The sight of his torment turned her on so much it triggered her orgasm.
"Here it comes you jerk. Right in your mouth!" With that Nicki tickled Erin brutally and came and gushed in his mouth. Erin gulped as she filled him with her flow.
Nicki stopped tickling Erin now but left him pressed helplessly against her for a few minutes to relish her orgasm. She then slid her chair back to its original position. Erin’s chair came upright. Erin panted and gasped. He was flush red from his ordeal and soaked in sweat. Erin couldn’t bear any more. He looked at Nicki as she sat there smiling at him. He then looked down at her awful feet, seeing that they were still quite grimy. How disgusting. To have been punished by this woman with her dirty feet and pussy.
Erin spoke with a weak pathetic voice. "Please, Nicki. No more. Just let me go. I’ll leave. Just please don’t do anything else to me. I’m begging you."
"You have been through a lot, haven’t you. You look so ashamed. I suppose I COULD let you go." Nicki got off her chair and knelt in front of Erin. She reached around his waist as though to loosen his cuffs. Erin sighed in relief. But Nicki’s hands stopped at his shorts. Erin suddenly felt his zipper being undone, and then the fly of his boxers being opened. Erin looked at Nicki’s face in utter horror.
"What are you doing? You can’t! I’m married now. No! Oh no! Nicki don’t! Please, Nicki! I don’t belong to you any more! Oh God, please no!!!"
Nicki quickly grabbed her soiled socks and stuffed them back in Erin’s begging mouth, placing a fresh piece of tape over it. Nicki then pulled out Erin’s limp and frightened cock and gently sat on top of it, straddling his waist as he sat tied in the chair.
"Hah. You piece of shit. I don’t care how depressed and demoralized you are. I’m just getting started with you. I’ve got you for 3 whole days, and I'm going to spend every minute of them punishing and fucking you. Now, your going to get fucked over like you did me when you left me for that bitch!"
Nicki then raised her skirt again but continued to pull the dress up over her head. She pulled the entire dress off, leaving herself completely naked on top of Erin. Erin looked in utter embarrassment at his naked ex, preparing to rape him.
Nicki then grabbed the head of the chair behind Erin’s head with bot hands and wrapped her legs around the back of the chair. She then began to grind her bare pussy over Erin’s cock. Erin struggled but could not even move an inch. His cock was pinned helplessly beneath her pussy. The incessant stroking and pressure quickly got him very hard. Erin constantly cried and mumbled "no, oh please No." Nicki stared right into his eyes and smirked as she undulated her hips and got him big for herself.
After a few minutes, Erin was rock hard, against his will. Nicki brought her feet back to her sides and squatted over Erin’s hips, holding his cock steady for herself. She stared at Erin’s desperate eyes with a vengeful smirk as she slowly lowered herself onto him. Erin cringed as he felt his cock sink deep inside her throbbing pussy.
"And now, I’m going to fuck you Erin, slow and hard. I want you to think about what you've done while I’m fucking you. Think how you could have avoided all this. If only you hadn’t left, you wouldn’t be getting fucked liked this. You see, I’ve got to put you in your place, and I'm sorry, but you know what that means."
With that, Nicki reached behind the chair and found Erin’s ring finger. She pulled off his wedding ring to his current wife. Erin moaned and struggled fiercely as he felt her take it. Nicki then placed her right foot behind the chair to steady it . She then placed her hands on either side of the head of the chair as before and then brought her left foot up and draped it over her left arm, so her foot was dangling in front of Erin’s face. She then made him watch as she slipped his wedding ring onto her second toe, turning it into an embarrassing toe ring. Erin was so totally insulted. He was speechless with shame.
Nicki then placed her foot back on the ground and leaned back to place her hands on the floor. The video chair rocked forward some as her weight was mostly on Erin’s hips near the edge of the chair. She then raised her two dirty bare feet and held them in front of Erin’s face. Erin once again looked into the bare soles of Nicki’s filthy and smelly feet, with the added insult of his wedding ring on her toe. * Erin broke into an all out cry as he realized Nicki was going to fuck him while she made him smell her disgusting dirty feet again.
Nicki cocked her toes back, faced them towards Erin’s sobbing face, and then slowly pressed her damp slimy toes against Erin’s nose, making sure the second toe of her left foot rested on top of his nose so he could see the toe ring the whole time she fucked him. Nicki then began to fuck him. Erin was mortally embarrassed about the way Nicki was fucking him. Nicki used her toes smeared on his nose to rock the chair backward. Her hips stayed relatively still as she leaned back off the chair with her hands on the floor. The edge of the chair rose up and back as she pushed him away, drawing his cock almost completely out of her pussy. When she relaxed her legs, the chair rocked forward, driving his cock hard in to her tight pussy wet pussy. The very thought that Nicki had spent so much time coming up with such a diabolical way of fucking him was embarrassment enough. To actually be a victim of her plan was just more than he could bear.
Back and forth Nicki rocked Erin as she used the chair and her toes to fuck him. Nicki cooed in ecstasy as she marveled at her own genius. To be able to force him to look at and smell all her toes as she used them to move the chair and fuck him was such a perfect punishment. He would have to look at all her grimy slimy toes over his nose, see his wife's wedding ring on the dirty toes he was smelling, *look at her face as she smiled at him, and see the erotic motion of her long sleek legs bending and straightening rhythmically, feeling helplessly maneuvered by them. Erin cried profusely and begged like a child, totally overwhelmed with embarrassment and shame. Nicki moaned in delight as she saw this and only cupped her toes over his nose tighter and rocked the chair a bit slower so the fucking would last longer. Nicki rubbed her filthy soles slowly over Erin’s face as she fucked him, cleaning them off as she did so.
Erin imagined how helpless he must look, hogtied to a chair, being rocked back and forth by Nicki’s toes on his nose as his cock was repeatedly forced in and out of her pussy. He couldn’t bear the image.
Finally after almost 30 minutes of intense fucking, Nicki tightened her pussy and rocked Erin faster until she heard him start to moan. He was trying not to come but he didn’t have a chance. Nicki knew how to suck it out of him. She kept milking him until his eyes started to pop out of his head with a huge orgasm.
"That’s it, give it to me. I own you. Smell my toes. Smell ‘em and look at them! Look at my toes as you come!!"
Erin exploded into her and screamed against the sole of her foot as the orgasm was too intense. Nicki milked him for over a minute, until his cock hurt. Nicki could then tell that his orgasm was ending and that his cock was starting to get hypersensitive. She then began to clench her pussy around his cock and make HERSELF come again, knowing this motion would be unbearably intense for Erin. Erin began to panic as he felt what Nicki was doing. His cock got super sensitive and her fucking drove him mad. It was far worse than the tickling had been. Nicki rocked the chair faster and faster as she began to come. She scrunched her toes around Erin’s nose hard as she came. She could feel her pussy rhythmically squeezing her victim’s cock as she came. Each squeeze made Erin inhale harder and harder through her sweaty dirty toes. Nicki moaned loudly as her orgasm peaked. She sealed her toes around his nose so he could only breath her odor, and no air. She squealed with delight as she came and watched Erin’s eyes roll into the back of his head as he passed out from the over intense fucking and the lack of oxygen in her toe odor.
Nicki proudly got up and drug Erin’s unconscious body to her bed where she tied him to the foot of her bed so he could smell her toes all night as she comfortably slept. A few minutes later, erin came to. He woke up and quickly realized where he was tied...to the foot of Nicki’s bed! He then heard the sheets rustling and looked up just in time to see Nicki holding the ehad of the sheet up as she slowly inserted her dirty bare feet.
"All that fucking tired me out. That shower can wait. What I need is a good long nap." With that Nicki pulled the sheet down and let her legs extend. Erin’s heart sank as he watched Nicki’s two bare sweaty grimy bare feet slide under the covers towards his face.