mickeybb
11-26-2015, 07:40 AM
I haven't written anything in a while and came up with this. I wanted to share, as stories seem to be rare around here lately. Enjoy.
Betting shoes
Yes, I admit it. I am a compulsive gambler. I enjoy betting on sporting events, casino games, and even the worst odds, the daily lottery. My sister Amy constantly gives me crap about wasting my money on gambling (like she should talk she owns like 35 pairs of shoes). However, on the rare occaision that I win big, she definately takes advantage of my generousity, batting her eyelashes at me with her cute little smile (perfected as a cheerleader) to convince me to buy her dinner, or take her to a concert, or just 'borrow' money, or her favorite, buy her shoes.
Amy really loves her shoes. She has expensive taste in shoes, but little money with which to add to her collection. So, Wednesday morning I was looking at the sports page when Amy came to the table for breakfast.
"Hey, dork. Are you checking the betting lines so you can waste more money? You know, I have my eye on some really hot shoes at Lady's Foot (her favorite shoe store). Why don't you just give me the $100 and we'll just assume you lost?" She asked while giving me a little smile.
"No, thanks but I'll try my luck with the football game. I never assume a loss. I don't bet money I can't afford to lose, but I sure prefer winning. Plus, you should shut up, and just enjoy my generosity when I win. I've probably already paid for half of your shoes with gambling winnings, and I get nothing out of it." I said with a little attitude.
"Well, big brother, you do get to see my pretty little feet looking cute in all the shoes your winnings buy," as she said that she put her right foot in her size 8 white Nike on my thigh, as I sat at the table, and wiggled it a little "don't they look cute?"
"Yes, your shoes and feet are adorable, but please get it off me. I still get nothing out of it." I said, kind of annoyed at her. Although I do have a little thing for feet, this was my sister.
"Well, I'll tell you what. If you buy me those shoes with your winnings, I'll let you borrow them any time you want. They won't fit your foot but they might fit somewhere else....." as she said this she moved her foot up to my crotch, smiled, then removed her foot only to place it against my face. I was shocked, and somewhat turned on. I just sat there, dumbfounded. My little sister's shoe resting on the side of my face. "Of course, you might not enjoy them empty. They are much more fun with my foot in them. I'll give you another offer, buy me those shoes and you can borrow them anytime I'm not wearing them, and you can borrow them for one hour with my feet still in them. You can tell me where to put my feet, I'll step on or kick or rub with my shoes anything you want."
"Sure, why don't you step on my balls, and kick me in the face, and kick my balls too. For, what did you say, one hour, it sounds like fun." I said in my most sarcastic tone. What was the matter with her? Did she really think I wanted to be kicked and stepped on? And, more importantly, did I?
"Wow, I get free shoes and I get to use them to kick your face and stand on your tender little balls. It's a deal!! I hope you win enough to get me some sneakers too. Look how dirty these are." She was now waving her Nikes right in front of my face.
"I think you missed my sarcasm..." I said, "I was joking about how stupid it is that you think stepping on me or kicking me is some sort of reward."
"Well, if you say so. Just buy me my shoes dork. I don't care if you wanna kick in the face or my cute little shoes standing on the family jewels or not. But, the offer will be there, after I get my shoes."
"I am not required to spend any of my winnings, if I win, on you. You don't help me, you even give me a hard time every time I bet. You have taken advantage of my generosity for too long. If you help me pick 7 winners against the spread on this weeks football card, I'll let your foot meet my balls in your new shoes. If you can't pick 7 winners you get no share of any winnings." I counter offered, knowing she knows nothing about football.
So she picked 7 teams, she didn't read the sports page or think about it or even look at the spreads. Hell, I don't even know if she knew which states the teams were from.
"So, all I have to do is have all 7 of my teams win against the spread and I get new shoes and I get to kick your balls for as long as I want? Is that right?" Amy asked.
"I didn't say you could kick as long as you wanted. Since you picked Northwestern over Ohio State getting only seven points, I seriously doubt you can get all seven right. So I will say 1 hour of kicking my balls with your new shoes or 60 kicks over 1 week if you don't want 'em all at once." I countered her, even though she couldn't get all 7 right, I wondered if I could take 1 hour of kicking.
"Um, you suck at math." Amy answered. "1 hour or 60 kicks if I break it up. HAHA break it up like break your balls up. If I get one hour to kick your balls, why would you think I couldn't kick faster than 1 per minute. Even if you fall down on every kick I could stomp them while you're on the ground till you get up. So, if I choose to take my kicks over time I want at least 120 kicks. That's 2 kicks for each minute. That is a very conservative number." I was definately hoping she was not going to get all 7 right, she seemed too enthused about this ball kicking.
I placed the bet with my bookie putting twenty dollars on Amys picks (I know a waste of money, but if she won and kicked my balls to mush at least I would have money). Of course, I bet 80 dollars on a couple different cards of my own.
When Saturday arrived I was watching all the noon games. They were not going well. Alabama and Florida both lost. I had at least one of them on almost every card. Amy had picked correctly on all 5 early games. She was out rollerblading so I didn't have to deal with her just yet.
The Ohio State game was closer than expected. When Amy got home she plopped down on the couch next to me. She put her feet in pink Nikes up on the couch cushion between us and stretched until they rested against my leg. I tried to ignore her and concentrate on the game, but felt a tingling sensation in my groin. Was I getting turned on by her feet.
"Hey, dork. How's the gambling going? Did you win us some money for shoes?" She asked as she waved her foot in front of my face. She kicked both shoes off on my lap. I could feel the warmth of her workout on my leg as the scent of her workout assaulted my nostrils.
"No I haven't won any money, but your card is still alive. You won the early 5 games and Nebraska is winning by 27 points so that's a win. All you need is Northwestern to come back. They are down 16 points with about 2 minutes to go." I didn't think she had a chance getting 7 they needed at least 2 scores to cover. While I didn't want her to brag or kick my balls (at least I don't think I did) I had bet 20 bucks at 40 to 1 for 7 games, that's 800 bucks, though I told Amy I bet 5 dollars so she thought I would win 200 dollars. So yes I found myself cheering for Northwestern, I needed the money. Maybe I could negotiate down.
"It's pretty unlikely but if your card does win, instead of a 50 dollar pair of shoes and a bunch of kicks, how about we split the 200 I would win. $ 100 sounds pretty good huh?" I made my play, still lying about the amount I would win on her picks.
"Well, 100 dollars sounds nice, but I think you should think how nice functioning balls would be worth." She said as she slammed her hot, moist pink sock into my balls with a giggle. She left her foot resting on my balls, making me nervous. The tingling feeling was the start of a hard-on. "I reject your offer, you can buy my shoes and take 120 kicks over time. You can keep whatever money you have left after buying my shoes. Although I could sell you the ones in your lap. After months of wear and hundreds of miles of running and blading they should be worth 100 bucks easy, here smell 'em." She said as she reached over to press the sweaty Nike to my nose.
I froze. What can I do? Does she feel the hard as steel rod under her warm socked foot? Do I want to be kicked a hundred times in my most sensitive parts? Should I try to double the winnings if it even happens?
"Holy crap!!" I screamed into the shoe pointing at the t.v. Northwestern scored to come within 8 points.
"Did we win?" Amy asked before adding with a giggle "I mean did your family jewels lose?" She rocked her foot up and down and back and forth on my groin. If she didn't notice the hard-on now she must not have passed anatomy or sex-ed. Maybe she was just trying not to embarress me.
"HAHA family jewels, I'm family so I guess they are mine to kick anyway." As she kicked them again lightly.
"No we didn't win anything but if they can get the ball back they might be able to cover." I said, as I was certainly cheering now. I wanted 800 bucks and I wanted Amy's feet on my balls.
"If they can recover the on-side kick, they have 55 seconds left to try and score. Just so you know I am cheering for them. I will give you your hour of kicking, if you really want it, and the new shoes. I just want to win the money. It is the thrill of winning that matters more than the money, or whatever you can buy with it. If I win, it doesn't even matter if I get the money, I have won from guys who welched on bets and didn't pay. The winning matters most. Why do you think I spend half my winnings on you? If it was all about money, I would spend it more carefully."
"Well, that was a nice speech. Yes I do want my hour of kicking, and my new shoes. You are correct, it is the thrill of winning that is best, but feeling my pretty, damp with sweaty, size 8's crash into your sensitive baby makers will be pretty awesome too, for me at least. Baby makers, that's a fun term. I may make it impossible for you to make babies." As she spoke Northwestern recovered the on-side kick. My sister kicked her foot in excitement. As it crashed into my still throbbing groin, I got a small tatse of the future of my balls, if they have a future.
Northwesten scored a touchdown as time ran out. That put them down by two, so as they prepped for the all important two point try, I had already won. WOO WHO. Nortwestern missed the conversion, but covered the spread. The high-low swing they had just experienced mirrored my own. The money win was nice, and I did not mind buying Amy those shoes, but one hour of kicking my balls equalled the missed two point conversion of the Wildcats.
"Yessss!!!!" Amy exclaimed, "We win, we win, new shoes, your balls lose!!" She said with a sing-song lilt in her voice. "When do you collect the money? Can I start my hour of kicking right now? Please?!?"
"Well, I get the money on Tuesday. Do you wanna go get your shoes on Tuesday, or I suppose if want to we could go today, I have some cash now, so we don't have to wait until I get my winnings." I answered.
"You conveniently ignored my second question. I earned the right to kick your balls by outpicking you in football, so now I want to out kick your balls with my foot. We don't have to get my new shoes today, if you don't mind getting your balls smashed with these old things." She said as she waved her old sneakers in my face. The scent assaulted my nostrils and my groin tingled again.
"Now stand up, I wanna start. We will see if I go for an hour or just start for my 120 kicks spread over 1 week. I haven't decided yet, we'll see how it goes. Did you wanna have kids bro?" She asked, giggling.
Unsure of my conviction to go through with it, I slowly stood up and answered "No sis, I don't know if I want kids. Although maybe I do wanna pass on some of my traits to a son, he would be your nephew you know."
"You can't distract me by talking about a nephew that may never exist. Let's see if you can make me a nephew after this...." Her slightly moist pink sock blasted me in the balls. I feared it was only half strength, feared because I was crumbling to a heap at her feet, my nose an inch from the pretty foot that brought me here. "Come on get up, if we are going by time instead of numbers, you are crying and wretching on my time."
I slowly got to my feet as the intense searing pain dulled, slightly. But that was when the severe wave of heat spread through my body, I got dizzy almost as soon as I was upright. I slowly inhaled trying to normalize my breathing to return my body to some sort of composure.
BAMMMM!!!!
"Wow, that looked like it hurt. Hahah." Amy said as I collapsed like a ton of bricks. "I think that if you have a kid in your future, you may want it to be a girl, so she'll never know what that feels like. Time is money honey." She knew I could not stand fast enough so she just nudged my onto my back and reached down to pull my weak hands, that I barely had control of, away from the family jewels. "Try this for size." She stomped her warm pink sock into my sore, swelling, devastated balls. She ground it in side to side then calmly stepped up with both feet on my groin. I could feel the heat from her feet, it was like hot coals burning my dick and balls. I sceamed and she actually laughed. "This is so fun, an hour would just be repetitive and boring. I don't know how much pain we can stack up on top of each other. I will take the 120 kicks over a week. 3 kicks down, but since I am standing on them now, and I am a generous loving sister, I will count this as 3 more kicks." She stepped down then stomped again.
"So that's 7 down, with 113 to come in 7 days. That's about 16 kicks a day. I can try with all my shoes, barefoot, socked feet, clean feet, dirty feet, can I try knees too? Please it might be fun. Jeff are you listening to me?"
I could hear her voice, but my mind couldn't process what was being said. There was a ringing in my ears and a throbbing in my balls that I could hear in my head. My lack of an answer did not impress my sister, who saw it as a lack of respect rather than a lack of ability to control my body, so of course she gave me a final stomp. I felt the pain throughout my body. Then I felt nothing, a warm black blanket enveloped me, as my mind shut down everything but *********** actions, such as breathing and heart beating. The rest of my body was in hibernation. Amy sang "112 to go" as she walked away. I wouldn't bet on this being the worst day of the week. I feared it had been the best.
To be continued...
Betting shoes
Yes, I admit it. I am a compulsive gambler. I enjoy betting on sporting events, casino games, and even the worst odds, the daily lottery. My sister Amy constantly gives me crap about wasting my money on gambling (like she should talk she owns like 35 pairs of shoes). However, on the rare occaision that I win big, she definately takes advantage of my generousity, batting her eyelashes at me with her cute little smile (perfected as a cheerleader) to convince me to buy her dinner, or take her to a concert, or just 'borrow' money, or her favorite, buy her shoes.
Amy really loves her shoes. She has expensive taste in shoes, but little money with which to add to her collection. So, Wednesday morning I was looking at the sports page when Amy came to the table for breakfast.
"Hey, dork. Are you checking the betting lines so you can waste more money? You know, I have my eye on some really hot shoes at Lady's Foot (her favorite shoe store). Why don't you just give me the $100 and we'll just assume you lost?" She asked while giving me a little smile.
"No, thanks but I'll try my luck with the football game. I never assume a loss. I don't bet money I can't afford to lose, but I sure prefer winning. Plus, you should shut up, and just enjoy my generosity when I win. I've probably already paid for half of your shoes with gambling winnings, and I get nothing out of it." I said with a little attitude.
"Well, big brother, you do get to see my pretty little feet looking cute in all the shoes your winnings buy," as she said that she put her right foot in her size 8 white Nike on my thigh, as I sat at the table, and wiggled it a little "don't they look cute?"
"Yes, your shoes and feet are adorable, but please get it off me. I still get nothing out of it." I said, kind of annoyed at her. Although I do have a little thing for feet, this was my sister.
"Well, I'll tell you what. If you buy me those shoes with your winnings, I'll let you borrow them any time you want. They won't fit your foot but they might fit somewhere else....." as she said this she moved her foot up to my crotch, smiled, then removed her foot only to place it against my face. I was shocked, and somewhat turned on. I just sat there, dumbfounded. My little sister's shoe resting on the side of my face. "Of course, you might not enjoy them empty. They are much more fun with my foot in them. I'll give you another offer, buy me those shoes and you can borrow them anytime I'm not wearing them, and you can borrow them for one hour with my feet still in them. You can tell me where to put my feet, I'll step on or kick or rub with my shoes anything you want."
"Sure, why don't you step on my balls, and kick me in the face, and kick my balls too. For, what did you say, one hour, it sounds like fun." I said in my most sarcastic tone. What was the matter with her? Did she really think I wanted to be kicked and stepped on? And, more importantly, did I?
"Wow, I get free shoes and I get to use them to kick your face and stand on your tender little balls. It's a deal!! I hope you win enough to get me some sneakers too. Look how dirty these are." She was now waving her Nikes right in front of my face.
"I think you missed my sarcasm..." I said, "I was joking about how stupid it is that you think stepping on me or kicking me is some sort of reward."
"Well, if you say so. Just buy me my shoes dork. I don't care if you wanna kick in the face or my cute little shoes standing on the family jewels or not. But, the offer will be there, after I get my shoes."
"I am not required to spend any of my winnings, if I win, on you. You don't help me, you even give me a hard time every time I bet. You have taken advantage of my generosity for too long. If you help me pick 7 winners against the spread on this weeks football card, I'll let your foot meet my balls in your new shoes. If you can't pick 7 winners you get no share of any winnings." I counter offered, knowing she knows nothing about football.
So she picked 7 teams, she didn't read the sports page or think about it or even look at the spreads. Hell, I don't even know if she knew which states the teams were from.
"So, all I have to do is have all 7 of my teams win against the spread and I get new shoes and I get to kick your balls for as long as I want? Is that right?" Amy asked.
"I didn't say you could kick as long as you wanted. Since you picked Northwestern over Ohio State getting only seven points, I seriously doubt you can get all seven right. So I will say 1 hour of kicking my balls with your new shoes or 60 kicks over 1 week if you don't want 'em all at once." I countered her, even though she couldn't get all 7 right, I wondered if I could take 1 hour of kicking.
"Um, you suck at math." Amy answered. "1 hour or 60 kicks if I break it up. HAHA break it up like break your balls up. If I get one hour to kick your balls, why would you think I couldn't kick faster than 1 per minute. Even if you fall down on every kick I could stomp them while you're on the ground till you get up. So, if I choose to take my kicks over time I want at least 120 kicks. That's 2 kicks for each minute. That is a very conservative number." I was definately hoping she was not going to get all 7 right, she seemed too enthused about this ball kicking.
I placed the bet with my bookie putting twenty dollars on Amys picks (I know a waste of money, but if she won and kicked my balls to mush at least I would have money). Of course, I bet 80 dollars on a couple different cards of my own.
When Saturday arrived I was watching all the noon games. They were not going well. Alabama and Florida both lost. I had at least one of them on almost every card. Amy had picked correctly on all 5 early games. She was out rollerblading so I didn't have to deal with her just yet.
The Ohio State game was closer than expected. When Amy got home she plopped down on the couch next to me. She put her feet in pink Nikes up on the couch cushion between us and stretched until they rested against my leg. I tried to ignore her and concentrate on the game, but felt a tingling sensation in my groin. Was I getting turned on by her feet.
"Hey, dork. How's the gambling going? Did you win us some money for shoes?" She asked as she waved her foot in front of my face. She kicked both shoes off on my lap. I could feel the warmth of her workout on my leg as the scent of her workout assaulted my nostrils.
"No I haven't won any money, but your card is still alive. You won the early 5 games and Nebraska is winning by 27 points so that's a win. All you need is Northwestern to come back. They are down 16 points with about 2 minutes to go." I didn't think she had a chance getting 7 they needed at least 2 scores to cover. While I didn't want her to brag or kick my balls (at least I don't think I did) I had bet 20 bucks at 40 to 1 for 7 games, that's 800 bucks, though I told Amy I bet 5 dollars so she thought I would win 200 dollars. So yes I found myself cheering for Northwestern, I needed the money. Maybe I could negotiate down.
"It's pretty unlikely but if your card does win, instead of a 50 dollar pair of shoes and a bunch of kicks, how about we split the 200 I would win. $ 100 sounds pretty good huh?" I made my play, still lying about the amount I would win on her picks.
"Well, 100 dollars sounds nice, but I think you should think how nice functioning balls would be worth." She said as she slammed her hot, moist pink sock into my balls with a giggle. She left her foot resting on my balls, making me nervous. The tingling feeling was the start of a hard-on. "I reject your offer, you can buy my shoes and take 120 kicks over time. You can keep whatever money you have left after buying my shoes. Although I could sell you the ones in your lap. After months of wear and hundreds of miles of running and blading they should be worth 100 bucks easy, here smell 'em." She said as she reached over to press the sweaty Nike to my nose.
I froze. What can I do? Does she feel the hard as steel rod under her warm socked foot? Do I want to be kicked a hundred times in my most sensitive parts? Should I try to double the winnings if it even happens?
"Holy crap!!" I screamed into the shoe pointing at the t.v. Northwestern scored to come within 8 points.
"Did we win?" Amy asked before adding with a giggle "I mean did your family jewels lose?" She rocked her foot up and down and back and forth on my groin. If she didn't notice the hard-on now she must not have passed anatomy or sex-ed. Maybe she was just trying not to embarress me.
"HAHA family jewels, I'm family so I guess they are mine to kick anyway." As she kicked them again lightly.
"No we didn't win anything but if they can get the ball back they might be able to cover." I said, as I was certainly cheering now. I wanted 800 bucks and I wanted Amy's feet on my balls.
"If they can recover the on-side kick, they have 55 seconds left to try and score. Just so you know I am cheering for them. I will give you your hour of kicking, if you really want it, and the new shoes. I just want to win the money. It is the thrill of winning that matters more than the money, or whatever you can buy with it. If I win, it doesn't even matter if I get the money, I have won from guys who welched on bets and didn't pay. The winning matters most. Why do you think I spend half my winnings on you? If it was all about money, I would spend it more carefully."
"Well, that was a nice speech. Yes I do want my hour of kicking, and my new shoes. You are correct, it is the thrill of winning that is best, but feeling my pretty, damp with sweaty, size 8's crash into your sensitive baby makers will be pretty awesome too, for me at least. Baby makers, that's a fun term. I may make it impossible for you to make babies." As she spoke Northwestern recovered the on-side kick. My sister kicked her foot in excitement. As it crashed into my still throbbing groin, I got a small tatse of the future of my balls, if they have a future.
Northwesten scored a touchdown as time ran out. That put them down by two, so as they prepped for the all important two point try, I had already won. WOO WHO. Nortwestern missed the conversion, but covered the spread. The high-low swing they had just experienced mirrored my own. The money win was nice, and I did not mind buying Amy those shoes, but one hour of kicking my balls equalled the missed two point conversion of the Wildcats.
"Yessss!!!!" Amy exclaimed, "We win, we win, new shoes, your balls lose!!" She said with a sing-song lilt in her voice. "When do you collect the money? Can I start my hour of kicking right now? Please?!?"
"Well, I get the money on Tuesday. Do you wanna go get your shoes on Tuesday, or I suppose if want to we could go today, I have some cash now, so we don't have to wait until I get my winnings." I answered.
"You conveniently ignored my second question. I earned the right to kick your balls by outpicking you in football, so now I want to out kick your balls with my foot. We don't have to get my new shoes today, if you don't mind getting your balls smashed with these old things." She said as she waved her old sneakers in my face. The scent assaulted my nostrils and my groin tingled again.
"Now stand up, I wanna start. We will see if I go for an hour or just start for my 120 kicks spread over 1 week. I haven't decided yet, we'll see how it goes. Did you wanna have kids bro?" She asked, giggling.
Unsure of my conviction to go through with it, I slowly stood up and answered "No sis, I don't know if I want kids. Although maybe I do wanna pass on some of my traits to a son, he would be your nephew you know."
"You can't distract me by talking about a nephew that may never exist. Let's see if you can make me a nephew after this...." Her slightly moist pink sock blasted me in the balls. I feared it was only half strength, feared because I was crumbling to a heap at her feet, my nose an inch from the pretty foot that brought me here. "Come on get up, if we are going by time instead of numbers, you are crying and wretching on my time."
I slowly got to my feet as the intense searing pain dulled, slightly. But that was when the severe wave of heat spread through my body, I got dizzy almost as soon as I was upright. I slowly inhaled trying to normalize my breathing to return my body to some sort of composure.
BAMMMM!!!!
"Wow, that looked like it hurt. Hahah." Amy said as I collapsed like a ton of bricks. "I think that if you have a kid in your future, you may want it to be a girl, so she'll never know what that feels like. Time is money honey." She knew I could not stand fast enough so she just nudged my onto my back and reached down to pull my weak hands, that I barely had control of, away from the family jewels. "Try this for size." She stomped her warm pink sock into my sore, swelling, devastated balls. She ground it in side to side then calmly stepped up with both feet on my groin. I could feel the heat from her feet, it was like hot coals burning my dick and balls. I sceamed and she actually laughed. "This is so fun, an hour would just be repetitive and boring. I don't know how much pain we can stack up on top of each other. I will take the 120 kicks over a week. 3 kicks down, but since I am standing on them now, and I am a generous loving sister, I will count this as 3 more kicks." She stepped down then stomped again.
"So that's 7 down, with 113 to come in 7 days. That's about 16 kicks a day. I can try with all my shoes, barefoot, socked feet, clean feet, dirty feet, can I try knees too? Please it might be fun. Jeff are you listening to me?"
I could hear her voice, but my mind couldn't process what was being said. There was a ringing in my ears and a throbbing in my balls that I could hear in my head. My lack of an answer did not impress my sister, who saw it as a lack of respect rather than a lack of ability to control my body, so of course she gave me a final stomp. I felt the pain throughout my body. Then I felt nothing, a warm black blanket enveloped me, as my mind shut down everything but *********** actions, such as breathing and heart beating. The rest of my body was in hibernation. Amy sang "112 to go" as she walked away. I wouldn't bet on this being the worst day of the week. I feared it had been the best.
To be continued...