Before I knew it, I was in a pit of infinite feet that seemed much lower than the original bed itself.
I could still see a glimpse in the center of it all, the hotel ceiling, which seeming to be getting smaller and smaller.
However the pit did seem to have some of its own natural lighting, perhaps coming from the legs themselves.
"Hold on wait, I was enjoying that!"
As if all the feet and legs there could interpret what I was saying, they must have thought it cute to begin teasing me.
I tried to hump my cock against the feet that were now only a few inches away from me, but it was no use.
I was so focused on trying to finish my orgasm that I did not notice that the feet were doing something else to my body now.
While there were numerous soles holding me up, I felt a countless number of legs interlocking with my own, trapping them and leaving me unable to move them.
(to imagine that, think of somebody that was sitting criss-cross apple sauce. Then apply said criss cross to a person's leg)
Some other legs began to do the same to my arms, and then to my very body, leaving me at the mercy of all the feet in that pit.
And perhaps they were even annoyed at what I was saying, because they completely covered my mouth, and leaving only some room for my nose to breath, and at that, I could only inhale the smell of what could have been an aphrodisiac.
I wasn't absolutely immobilized yet, but the smell of all of those feet at once was making my cock feel even hotter alongside with making me almost groggy.
It was like the feet wanted me to experience everything they were about to do to me, except without much resistance on my part.
And then, trapping me even further, a whole series of legs came descending from somewhere, to apply a top pressure to my arms and legs.
Now this tantalizing bed had it where it wanted me.
I was spread eagle and the feet that were jacking me off earlier had long disappeared.
Instead I noticed that there were two other pairs of feet coming in now, resting above my penis.
One pair had some very nice looking sheer tan pantyhose, the other was dripping something like baby oil onto my stiff, begging-for-release, penis.
Both had relatively small looking feet, perhaps a size 6 in women's and were painted black.
What happens next?
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