"That sounds perfect! I've got some errands to run anyway so you can stay and use him as you see fit until I get back" Amy replied as she got up. She began putting her socks and shoes back on and goes to her room to get her car keys. Erica pumps her fist in celebration at the news. "OK Stan, just go ahead and lean back against the arm rest beside you, I'll take care of the rest!" She exclaims, grabbing the TV remote and beginning to flip through the guide. You lean back, one leg off the couch, the other bent at an angle as you face Erica.
Without even looking at you, she begins laying down on the couch, and snakes her feet up your body, until they finally perch up on your face, your nose caught between the balls of each feet and her big toes. You are immediately assailed by the stench, and her feet are still fairly sweaty, leaving a damp feeling on your skin. You shudder inwardly while she glimpses over at you and she wiggles her toes, which are partially obstructing your view seeing as they reach up to your eyes. "You need to start breathing deeply Stan, I want you to really enjoy the aroma!" Erica teases as she turns her attention back to the television. Inhaling deeply of your cousins disgusting foot smell, you just steel yourself for the long haul, as there's no telling how long Amy will be gone. As if reading your mind Erica says "We're going to have soooo much fun my little foot boy, just you wait and see!" and you frown, knowing damn well it won't be any fun for you, that's for certain.
Amy emerges from her room with her purse and her car keys in hand and can't help but laugh at the familiar sight of you with feet on your face. "Now you be a good slave and treat your cousin's pretty feet really well. Play your cards right, and you might just get TWO pairs of girlfriends, you sly dog you!" Amy says as she walks past, ruffling your hair as she goes.
Erica seems to settle in as the door shuts behind Amy, and she wriggles herself into the couch, then looks at you, smirks, and begins wiggling her feet across your face as well. Giggling like a little girl, she then begins to rub her smelly feet up and down your face. The sweat smears across you cheeks, your nose, your forehead, and even your lips. The smell is ungodly, the heady scent of her unwashed feet enough to bring tears to your eyes. She begins scrunching her toes over parts of your face, pinching your cheeks, and squeezing your nose and you just simply lay there and wait for it to come to an end as usual.
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