American Dream

Author: Unknown
Word Count: 53272 (Complete)
I am a 21-year-old Filipino man living in a small town in the United States. I really don't know how to describe this kind of life. I can only say that my life is as despicable as a pile of "dog shit". This kind of life is indeed terrible, but I can't turn back now, because it was all my own choice. No matter what, I have fulfilled my wish and come to the United States, the most civilized country on earth, which I have longed for for so long. Moreover, I seem to have accepted this kind of life. You could say that I am completely numb.
Let me first talk about the 40-year-old woman who brought me to the United States. Her name is Mary. Although she is 19 years older than me, she used to be my wife. Even though she has now abandoned me like a piece of dog shit under her shoe and is living with Tony, a purebred American man in his forties, although she has always felt ashamed that I was once her husband, no matter what, she is still the only wife I have ever had in my life. Mary, while not conventionally beautiful, was voluptuous and sexy, with blonde hair and the arrogance typical of Caucasians. I met her two years ago at a university in my home country, the Philippines, where she was a foreign teacher. My story began with her.
That year, I was a junior in college. Although I was rather short, I was considered one of the more handsome guys in school—fair-skinned, tall, and seemingly refined and cultured. Some girls initially liked me, but because my family was poor and I couldn't even afford to treat them to a meal, they stopped contacting me after a couple of days. Actually, I didn't want to marry a girl from China, because I had always wanted to go abroad, which was the most important reason I chose to major in a foreign language. The first two years of college were uneventful, and my dream of going abroad became increasingly distant as my understanding of society and money deepened, until Mary, my foreign teacher, appeared.
To be honest, I thought she was quite ordinary. She was older, slightly overweight, and her looks were only average, plus she had that typical American arrogance. But because this was the first American I had ever met, I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of admiration for her. So when other boys spoke ill of her, I always remained silent. In class, she always liked to ask me questions, and I looked at her with gentle eyes and answered with respect and politeness, which was probably why she liked me.
I was always very respectful to her. After class, I would be the first to erase the blackboard she left behind, and before class, I would rush to clean her desk. And when I did these things, I would always try to let her know that I did them, so she was very satisfied with me and trusted me. Before long, my classmates started saying behind my back that I was a "foreign slave." One day, my roommate sarcastically said to me, "I heard she's still single. Didn't you want to go abroad? Go after her, maybe she can take you with her." I suddenly had an inspiration; this might really be my chance.
On Saturday afternoon, I waited for nearly an hour downstairs at Mary's apartment building before she finally appeared. She was wearing a large t-shirt and denim shorts, carrying a large bag of things, just coming back from outside.
"What are you doing here?" she asked with a smile.
"N-nothing... I just happened to be passing by," I stammered.
She stared at my shy eyes for a while, as if searching for something in them. Then she
smiled said
, "Don't just stand there. Come help me with these things, they're heavy."
I quickly took her large backpack and followed her into the house. After putting down the backpack, she asked me to sit down for a while and try the coffee she had made. Then she started to ask me to change into slippers. I asked her why I wasn't changing, and she said that wearing sneakers all day would make them smell strong. I smiled and said it was okay, but she insisted on not changing, saying that the smell was too strong and she was afraid it would bother me.
When she bought me coffee, she started chatting with me. Her Chinese was quite good, and we got along very well. Because I was inexperienced, she quickly learned that I came from a relatively underdeveloped small town and that my family was quite poor. When she learned that my monthly living expenses were only equivalent to $30, she almost exclaimed,
"Oh my God, how can that be enough?"
At that moment, I saw a very obvious pity for me in her eyes, which made me very grateful.
Before I knew it, it was getting late, and she insisted that I stay for a Western meal she had prepared. Because I usually eat very poorly, I ate a lot, and it was already nine o'clock when we finished eating. As I was leaving, she suddenly asked if I was interested in working as a housekeeper for her. She only needed to spend two hours each afternoon cleaning her house and doing housework, and the pay was $2.50 per hour. I said that was too much money, and she half-jokingly said that in the United States, a housekeeper would be paid around $10 per hour, and $2.50 would be the cheapest labor I could get. I calculated that this way I could earn at least $150 a month, which was five months' worth of living expenses. I looked into her eyes, so grateful I could hardly speak.
The next day at seven o'clock, I went to Ms. Mary's house to work as a part-time cleaner. First, I mopped the floor, tidied the table, and then cooked. Because I had been cooking since I was very young, the food tasted good, and she praised it highly, inviting me to eat with her. After dinner, she sat on the sofa watching TV while I started working. By the time I finished washing the dishes, it was already nine o'clock. She said I could go home, but I said that 40 minutes of the two hours were for eating with her, so I needed to stay for an extra 40 minutes to make it a full two hours. She then asked me to sit down and chat with her for a while. After I sat down, I noticed that she still hadn't changed into slippers, so I asked,
"Aren't you uncomfortable wearing sneakers like this at home?"
She smiled and said she was very tired, having been outside all day, and didn't want to get up as soon as she sat down. She also said her feet had been covered in sweat all day and didn't smell very good, so she was worried I wouldn't be able to stand it. I smiled and said,
"It's okay. Although I'm your student, I'm your part-time worker here, so I need to be professional."
After saying that, I went to the shoe cabinet and got her slippers. She looked at me with a smile, sat up straight, and was about to take off her shoes. I quickly squatted down, grabbed one of her feet, and deftly took off her shoes. Immediately, a pungent stench hit me. I frowned slightly, but quickly pretended to be very happy and helped her change her slippers. She asked me if they smelled bad, and I said, "No, not at all." To prove that I wasn't lying, I actually put the shoes I had just taken off to my nose and smelled them. The smell was strong, but what did a little smell matter if I wanted to please her and have a chance to go abroad? I did something so shameful, and I suddenly felt very shameless, but my little brother inexplicably got hard. Seeing me sniff her shoes and make an exaggerated expression, she exclaimed happily,
"Oh my god, my feet smell so bad even I can't stand it! You don't mind at all, you're so sweet, such an obedient child!"
Hearing her praise thrilled me, and my penis got even harder. I felt our relationship had deepened. After changing her slipper, I suddenly felt a desire to please her further, so I asked, "You must be tired after a long day. A foot bath would be so relaxing, wouldn't you like to?"
I thought she would be happy, but instead, she suddenly frowned and asked, "What, you can't stand my smelly feet?"
I quickly said, "No, no, your feet really don't smell at all. I just wanted you to have a relaxing foot bath."
As I spoke, I picked up her foot, still in the slipper, and smelled it again. She laughed happily,
"Never mind, I was just kidding. I know my feet smell, but seeing you being so nice to me, not minding my smelly feet and even smelling them, makes me really happy. You're so lovable! Go get some water!"
I happily prepared the foot bath water, squatted down in front of her, and saw that she hadn't taken off her socks yet. I grabbed one of her feet with both hands and took off her slippers. Just as I was about to take off her socks, she suddenly pulled her foot back. I looked up at her and saw her scrutinizing me with a seductive gaze. My face flushed instantly, but she smiled and put her foot in my hands. I quickly took off her stockings and started washing her feet. Her feet were relatively large for a woman, almost a size 39. Because she was already 39 years old and didn't take care of them, they looked a bit thick and chubby, and emitted a foul odor. But my little brother got even harder, and then I said something even more cheesy:
"Oh my god, your feet are so beautiful, absolutely gorgeous! How could such beautiful feet smell bad? They must smell wonderful, it's just that others can't stand the smell."
As I said this, I shamelessly brought her foot to my mouth and kissed it. She was amused by me and giggled. She said breathlessly, "Haha, you're very good, very obedient."
After washing her feet, I helped her put on slippers and, while she watched TV, cleaned several pairs of shoes she had recently changed out of. As I was about to leave, she gave me $10, saying I had performed very well and she was satisfied; the other $5 was an extra reward. Just before leaving, she suddenly hugged me and kissed me on the forehead. I clutched the money tightly, suddenly feeling like a prostitute, yet a strange pleasure burned from my lower abdomen, making me both excited and terrified. My God, I, who had never had contact with a woman before, had done such a shameless thing to a 39-year-old foreign woman. The first time my lips had touched a woman's skin since I was a child was the foot of a 39-year-old foreign woman. Yet, this electric shock-like fear was so stimulating and novel, almost making me want to burn myself to ashes in this depravity. I can't do this. What have I done? It's only the first day. I can't continue like this, I told myself over and over.
The next day, I went as usual. She was sitting on the sofa watching TV. We both felt a little awkward when we met. I silently tidied the house and cooked. After we ate together, she went back to the sofa to watch TV. After finishing the chores, I noticed she was still wearing her sneakers, so I silently prepared a foot bath for her and brought it to her. When I knelt down to lift her foot, she didn't move. Looking up, I found her staring at me coldly. I felt awkward, unsure how to react. Seeing my flustered state, she suddenly laughed, looked at me seductively for a moment, and then suddenly lifted her foot and placed it near my nose. I looked up at her face, and she looked at me with interest and smiled. I smiled foolishly too, and the atmosphere instantly eased. I was about to take off her shoes when she put one foot on my shoulder and the other in my hand. I hesitated for a moment, then took off her shoes. Because her sneakers hadn't been washed, they still smelled terrible. When I was about to put her feet in the water, she put the other foot to my nose. The strong stench assaulted my nostrils, but I didn't show any disgust. Instead, I looked up at her obediently. She looked at me with a flirtatious gaze and said,
"Looks like you really don't mind the smell. Tell me, aren't my feet really beautiful?"
"Yes, very beautiful!" I said slowly.
"Oh! Really? I'm so happy. So, do they smell good? Do they really smell good?"
"Yes, they smell good, very good!" I answered, my voice barely audible, through the nauseating stench.
"Oh my god, my feet smell so bad and you say they smell good? Looks like you really like the smell, right?"
"Yes, your feet smell so good, I really love the smell!"
"So, you admire me?"
"Yes, I admire you!"
"And you admire my feet too?"
"Yes, I admire your feet too!"
I felt as meek as a lamb, the humiliation reigniting my lust.
"Then smell them properly, okay? I love the way you smell my feet, you look so sexy!"
She gently pressed her toes against my nose, and I involuntarily responded with deep breaths. Looking up at her, she was looking at me with approval. I suddenly felt incredibly lowly in her presence, while she seemed so noble. Then, she suddenly stepped on my head. I involuntarily knelt down, my hands trembling as I removed her other shoe, bringing her foot, clad in smelly stockings, to my lips and putting her toes in my mouth. She suddenly pulled her toes away, making me stand up. After looking at my erect penis, she laughed and said in a teasing tone,
"Oh, see, you really like smelling my feet, huh? Your thing is hard, it's really cute. Okay, now take off your pants, I want to see what you look like with your bare bottom. Hurry up, I can't wait."
"Hmm, so obedient. Okay, to prove you really like my feet, now kneel down and lick my stinky feet with your tongue. Take off your socks and lick them!"
When she said the last sentence, her tone turned into a command, and I was already kneeling at her feet with my bare bottom. I excitedly trembled as I took off her socks and licked her feet with my tongue. Her feet were indeed very smelly, but I abandoned all dignity and forgot everything else, licking her stinky, fat feet gently like a lowly dog to please her. I heard her voice in my ear:
"Oh my God, look what you've done, my little cleaning lady. You're so obedient. It's only the second day, and you're already kneeling at my feet like a little puppy, licking them. My feet are smelly, but you like it, don't you? Oh... oh my god, it feels so good. Your tongue is so good at licking."
"Oh... faster, faster! Yes, yes, lick between my toes, the stench is all there. Eat it all up, don't waste any. Okay, little darling, it's this foot's turn. This foot is just as dirty, just as smelly, but you like it, don't you? Okay, I know you like the feet of this 39-year-old American woman. Lick them well!"
"Mmm...mmm, I feel so good. Oh, don't mind that they're dirty, baby. This is a great opportunity for you to get close to American women, you cute little poor devil. Lick them well, these are American women's feet, very precious to you, absolutely worthy of your worship, right? It will bring good luck and honor to your tongue...ah, I feel so good, baby, you did a great job. Oh, darling, you don't need to wash them anymore, they're already very clean. Your tongue is really useful. From now on...oh...so good! From now on, will you wash my feet like this too?"
"Ah...you're so great, my little cleaning lady, I'll reward you. Okay, they're already very clean." "Come on, let your little tongue taste something even better."
With that, Mary suddenly pulled her foot out of my mouth, put on her slippers, stood up, took off her pants, spread her legs to reveal a female genitalia I had never seen before, and forcefully pulled my hair, which was kneeling on the ground, to press my mouth against her vulva. She wanted me to give her oral sex; it was already wet and emitted a foul odor, indicating she wasn't a very hygienic woman.
"Oh, baby, lick it, this is a good place, this is an American woman's genitalia, you have to lick it well."
I didn't have time to look closely, nor did I care about the pungent odor, and quickly pressed my mouth against it, licking rapidly. I had only one thought: I didn't care about anything else, I wasn't myself anymore, I was nothing, I was just her tool, I had to obey her, I had to please her, as long as she was happy, I was willing to do anything for her. So I licked diligently, hearing her let out a very pleasurable moan, and I also moaned in return, which further aroused her.
"Oh, baby, you're so good, it feels so good. Lick it, kiss it, kiss it, suck it, stick your tongue in, this must be your first kiss, you little pauper, please it, please this American woman's genitals, oh God, it tells me it likes your tongue, this is your first kiss, lick, lick my clitoris, yes, this little bean, it feels so good, I'm so happy, ah, ah, my God."
Suddenly she got up and pushed me to the ground, shoving my erect penis inside her. Then she straddled me and started rocking. I felt like a horse being ridden beneath her, her ravaging giving me unprecedented pleasure. I quickly ejaculated.
My virginity was thus given to a 39-year-old American woman. Just then, she arrived. She stood up and sat on the sofa, instructing me to get some tissues to wipe herself and the floor clean before going to the bathroom to shower. After I finished, I lay on the floor, my mind blank. God, what had I done? Why did I do this? Why did I debase myself to please an average-looking, almost 40-year-old American woman? What I did was degrading, but I quickly found a reason for myself: I felt a pleasure while doing it, a humiliating pleasure, and she would give me money, maybe even take me to America. I had to please her further; I would do whatever pleased her. Thinking this, tears streamed down my face as I closed my eyes.
A while later, she came out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe. I opened my eyes and saw her standing with her legs apart on either side of my head, naked from the waist down, sitting on my face.
"Oh God, why are you crying? Kiss it, little cleaning lady,"
I said, gently kissing her freshly washed, fragrant labia. She moved them away and pressed them against my forehead, gently rubbing them. It felt like she was kissing my forehead with her genitals. She teased,
"Darling, I'm very satisfied tonight. This is the most enjoyable night I've had since I came to your country." I really like it when you do this. Will you continue doing this in the future? Are you willing? You know it's good for you, right? Don't cry, don't be sad, okay? It makes me feel uneasy. You don't need to feel wronged at all. You know you're licking an American woman's feet. They may smell bad, but they're also very precious. Others would love to lick them, right? You should feel proud and honored, you know? Oh, are you sad about your first kiss? Is it because you gave your first kiss to a 39-year-old woman's genitals that have been violated countless times? Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't even wash it before you kissed it. It must smell terrible, but you should still feel proud, because I'm an American woman, right? You'll like the smell, you will. You want to do this again in the future, right? Answer me."
"Yes, I want to," I said, my mouth pressed under her buttocks, giving her the answer she wanted.
Then, she let me take a shower. Before leaving, she kissed my forehead, gave me $20, and asked if I wanted an extra reward. I asked what it was, and she pointed to her dirty, smelly stockings that she had worn that day on the shoe rack. She then took out another $10, saying that if I wanted her smelly stockings as a reward, I could choose the $10. Of course, I knew she was testing my loyalty, so I wisely chose her smelly stockings. She happily said,
"Very good, a very good choice. This will give you the chance to smell my stinky feet anytime, right? You're so smart!"
I flattered her by holding her smelly stockings to my nose and taking a deep breath before turning and leaving.
From then on, I went to her house every day to work as a part-time cleaner. I was diligent and obedient. Every day when I arrived at her house, I would clean, cook, and eat as quickly as possible, and all of this only took me an hour and a half at most.
Aside from the 40-minute meal break, I had to continue serving her for another 70 minutes to complete my job as a part-time housekeeper. This 70-minute task mainly involved licking her feet, and of course, her genitals, which often smelled of urine. She said she loved this kind of service; she was almost obsessed with my tongue. If I didn't lick her feet and genitals for a day, she felt incredibly uncomfortable. The more servile I was, the more noble she felt, which made her very confident. She never washed her feet or genitals because I licked them clean for her every day. She also wouldn't let me wash her sneakers, saying this:
"Darling, my sneakers smell awful, even I can't stand it, but you know, I love you! So I can't wash them. If I wash them and wear them again, my feet won't smell anymore. I know you like this smell because it's the smell of American women's feet, and it makes you feel good, right? So, to make sure you can enjoy this smell every day, my shoes can't be washed no matter how dirty they are, because I love you! I'd rather my own feet be uncomfortable than let you be. Okay, smell it now, inhale the stench deep into your body; it will make you live longer, and maybe this noble American woman's foot odor will even take you to America!"
She sat high on the sofa, her smelly feet in stockings pressing down on my head as I knelt devoutly on the ground
, speaking in a mocking and teasing tone. I, on her feet, buried my nose in the stinky crevices of her shoes, trying to inhale all the stench, but it was impossible. Because she's an athletic woman, she wears these sneakers every day for aerobics, gym workouts, and tennis, so every night the shoes are soaked with sweaty feet. Even the stockings she puts on my head after taking off her shoes are wet, often leaving my hair smelling of her athlete's foot. Of course, she'll occasionally shower, but she never washes her genitals separately, so that when I use my tongue to service her genitals, I can fully taste the pungent smell of urine—she says it's the best tonic for me.
Of course, when I've aroused her, she'll pin me down and make love to me almost frantically. This usually happens once or twice a week. She says she likes this woman-on-top position; it makes her feel like she's riding a horse and gives her a thrill of raping the weak.
Sometimes, just as I was about to climax, she would suddenly stop because she had come early. In these situations,
she would disregard my unsatisfied sexual pleasure, leaving me, still burning with desire, to clean up the mess while she went
to shower . She knew this was better for her, because after each such occurrence, I would be consumed by lust for her all day, and the next day, when I licked her feet and genitals, I would be even more frantic, more energetic, and more subservient, which would make her even more satisfied and excited. If I climaxed before her, she would angrily call me a spineless coward with a small penis, but she wouldn't stop pursuing her pleasure. She would quickly mount my mouth with her smelly, genitals dripping with vaginal fluid and semen, ordering me to lick them frantically until she reached orgasm. Each time this happened, my face would be covered in my own semen, which I had licked into my mouth and then desperately spat out. At this point, she would usually stand in front of my head, admire me, and say things like,
"Oh, darling, you look so slutty. What, you don't like eating your own semen? Hmm, it seems so. But I think if it were American semen, you would definitely like it, right? But this is your own, so I have to admit it really stinks, which is why I don't want to give you oral sex. Okay, I forgive you, it really stinks!"
Besides saying things like that, after we were done, she would often step on my face and mouth with her slipper-clad feet, smearing the semen on my face with the sole of her slipper, saying it was good for my skin.
My diligence and submission brought me a lot. First, my English improved a lot. Being with her often made my English grades soar to the top of the department. Moreover, I received more than two hundred dollars in rewards every month. Not only did I not ask my family for money, but I could also send 100 dollars home every month. This way, my family didn't have to worry about making a living, and my younger sister, who was just starting her first year of college, wouldn't have to worry about tuition and living expenses anymore. Whenever I cried at night because of the humiliation and pain I suffered and wanted to end this so-called "hourly worker" life, I would use these reasons to comfort myself and continue. And most importantly, she said she loved me and once hinted that if I served her to her satisfaction, she might marry me and take me to America.
This kind of life lasted for a year. A year later, I graduated, and she really was going back to the United States. That night, after dinner at her house, I knelt down on the floor as usual and buried my nose in the hollow of her sneakers. She stepped on my head with both feet and said,
"Honey, I'm going back to China soon. What are you going to do after I leave? Forget about me?"
I was stunned. I looked up and begged her, saying that I loved her, couldn't leave her, and asked her to take me back with her.
She said no, and I started crying in desperation, because it meant my dream of many years was about to shatter and all my humiliation and sacrifices of the past year would be in vain. Seeing me crying so hard, she laughed and said,
"Oh God, I never thought this would make you so sad. Okay, darling, lower your head and cry. You've left me nowhere to put my feet. To be honest, I really enjoy seeing you so heartbroken for me. But I really have to go now. Make the most of this last chance, smell my shoes properly. You won't have another chance like this. Smelling my shoes will make you cry even harder, won't it?"
"My God, look at you, so pitiful. No one will ever give you this much money again, and most importantly, you'll never smell the sacred foot odor of American women again, right? Look at you, crying like this, so pathetic." "Sigh... you're so loyal to me, I'm almost moved, but that's not enough! To further demonstrate your loyalty, lick my shoes! You've never licked them before, what a waste!"
I sobbed painfully, pulling my mouth and nose out of her shoe and sticking out my tongue to lick the stains on the surface, listening intently to every word she said. She stomped her foot on my head triumphantly, saying,
"Oh, darling, you're so good to me, so touching! Give me a reason! Tell me how much you love me, tell me how loyal you are to me, okay? I want to hear it from you. Tell me, if you say something that satisfies me, maybe I'll change my mind. Now, please lift your noble head and tell me with my stinky toe in your mouth, okay? Make it clear!"
As she spoke, she shoved her big toe into my mouth to listen to my mumbled but heartfelt sobs. I knew what she wanted to hear. I thought if I said something that pleased her, she might actually take me to America. So I said the following:
"I love you, I truly love you. I admire everything about you. You are so noble. I admire even your stinky feet and the shoes you wear. Your shoes are incredibly precious to me, you know? Do you know how happy and grateful I am when I kneel at your feet and smell your shoes? Today, while licking them, I realized how much I admire and respect your shoes. Thank God, they are supreme to me. I am completely conquered by you. I don't want to be your hourly worker; I just want to be your slave for life. I don't care if you pay me or not, as long as I can smell your noble foot odor every day and kneel at your feet and lick your shoes every day, I'll do anything you ask." "
Is that so? But I'm a 40-year-old fat woman. Don't you feel wronged?"
"But you are so beautiful and noble in my eyes, especially since you are an American woman. It is my greatest honor to smell your stinky feet!" I mumbled, my mouth full of her toe.
"Really? You are really willing to be my slave and do anything for me?"
"Yes!"
"Even be my dog?"
"Yes!"
"Even lick the dirt off my shoes?"
"Yes!"
"Haha! To be my slave, you are even willing to be my toilet and eat my excrement?"
I could clearly see the excitement in her eyes when she asked the question. She pulled her big toe out of my mouth and waited for my answer. It seemed that she was very satisfied with my previous answers. I had to go along with her wishes, so I nodded firmly and said:
"Yes, as long as you accept me as your slave, I am even willing to be your toilet and eat your excrement!"
She laughed loudly, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Fine, since you're so despicable and want to be a slave, then prove it to me! Lick the soles of my shoes!"
So I lowered my head and held one of her sneakers in both hands, frantically licking the sole to win her favor. Her soles were disgusting; there was some sticky stuff in the crevices of one of the soles. She exclaimed,
"Oh my god! What is this? It's disgusting! It's horrible, ugh, so disgusting! Lick it clean, lick it clean, it's disgusting!"
So I forced myself to suppress my nausea and cried as I licked both soles of her shoes clean as quickly as possible, sucking out the filth from the crevices and swallowing it. Then, she made me lick the soles of her slippers clean too. Then she made me brush my teeth, and after that, she made me serve her stinky feet with my lips and tongue. Because I licked her with all my might, her sexual desire was higher than ever before, and I was also incredibly excited because of the humiliation. She screamed and pushed me to the ground, straddling my mouth with her smelly vulva, and cried out:
"Oh, darling, ah~ my little cleaning lady, my little slave, mmm~~~ lick my vulva well." You're so shameless, I love it when you're shameless like this, oh my god! My little toilet! Serve my stinky cunt properly with your shameless mouth! Ahhhh! Oh, and my asshole too, right, this is a place you've never licked before, ahhhhh, my little toilet! From now on, you have to serve it often with your mouth, it will bring you good luck and take you to America."
I licked her brown, wrinkled, smelly asshole with all my might, and she screamed comfortably as she rode on my erect penis, shaking her fat buttocks wildly. In no time, she reached orgasm, and I also ejaculated wildly at that moment. She looked at me with satisfaction and groaned,
"Oh God, I'm so satisfied, my lovely little slave, it feels so good, I'm so satisfied! I can't even control my pee, it's so uncomfortable, oh my little toilet, are you willing?"
Looking at her lewd face, I nodded firmly. She gleefully moved her incredibly smelly genitals to my face, ordering me to open my mouth wide. Laughing, she moved her obscene vulva, adjusting its position to let the white liquid flow into my mouth – my own semen. I frowned, which only made her more smug. She commanded me to drink it, calling it a tonic. After I painfully swallowed, she covered my open mouth with her obscene vulva, and a stream of bitter, hot liquid rushed into my mouth. I drank it in large gulps, afraid of spilling a single drop. About two minutes later, I finished my first toilet task, quickly wiping away the tears I'd choked on, and respectfully cleaning the urine from her vulva with my tongue. Then she pressed her vulva against my forehead and said,
"Hmm, I'm very satisfied!" She paused for a moment and said, "Actually, I really like your performance. I really like what you do to me. Haha, I was just teasing you today. Look how anxious you are. Okay, don't get too excited. Quickly put your tongue into my pussy. I like the feeling of something filling it."
As she spoke, she moved her buttocks down so that I could stick my tongue deeper into her dirty vulva.
"You know, I'm a kind person. From the very beginning, you waited for me at my apartment door with a purpose, right? Approaching a woman who's almost 40, why? Because I'm American, because you want to go abroad, you wanted to go abroad with me from the start, so you approached me, right? To be honest, I look down on Filipinos from the bottom of my heart—poor, backward, uncultured, especially someone like you. To achieve your dreams, you actually went up to me, a 40-year-old woman. You know, I'm old enough to be your mother. Oh my god! Just thinking about being served like this by a little boy who could be my son excites me. Oh, this feeling is so good!
Look, this excites me again, oh! Darling, don't just leave it there, lick it! Mmm~~~ Mmm!"
"You know, even though I look down on you, I like the feeling of being served by someone as lowly as you. I like you licking my stinky feet, I like you licking my stinky cunt. You're such a born slave. It's contradictory, isn't it? Oh! I like this feeling of enslaving others, I like it so much, so... Oh... Hurry up! Lick faster!"
She started swaying her large buttocks in rhythm with my tongue, pressing them against my mouth, and I, to prove my loyalty and usefulness, desperately used my tongue to please her vulva.
"Oh... So comfortable, so... Ah... So I decided to take you to America, are you happy? And I'm going to marry you, you can't believe it! You're so lucky, little darling, your dream is about to come true. You'll be my little husband and come to America with me, you'll become a legal American, oh! So comfortable, lick well, faster! Oh! Harder!"
A week later, I said goodbye to my family, friends, and homeland, and boarded a plane with her to America, the country of my dreams.
Before leaving, she did three things. First, she gave me $50,000 to send home so I wouldn't have to go back for a farewell ceremony. Second, she and I got our marriage certificate, and before that, she had a lawyer and I sign a prenuptial agreement. This agreement was permanent and absolutely unfair, but I signed it anyway to achieve my dream. The agreement's contents were as follows:
"To realize Mr. Bobby's American Dream, after Ms. Mary and Mr. Bobby marry, Mr. Bobby will have no property ownership and no right to file for divorce. Ms. Mary may terminate the marital relationship with Mr. Bobby at any time and place for any reason or no reason at all. After the divorce, Mr. Bobby will have nothing, including all his belongings. Moreover, Mr. Bobby must work in any place designated by Ms. Mary, in any manner and for any remuneration specified by Ms. Mary, until he has paid off the $100,000 he owes Ms. Mary for settlement expenses and the costs of going abroad and marriage registration. Only then will he be free. If Bobby fails to fulfill the above terms of the agreement, Ms. Mary has the right to take any coercive measures to dispose of Mr. Bobby at will. This agreement shall take effect from the date of obtaining the marriage certificate and shall have the same legal effect at any time and in any country."
The third thing is that she made me change my name, so my name on the marriage certificate and marriage agreement is now Bobby. She said it was the name of her old dog. There are many dogs named Bobby in America, and I should be proud of it because she loves dogs.
In the second part, set in America
, I finally arrived in the America of my dreams, in Mary's hometown, a small town in Kansas. It was clean, affluent, and the people lived a leisurely life, full of comfort and cultural atmosphere. There were indeed many things here worthy of my respect and admiration.
Soon after getting off the bus, people came up to greet Mary, seemingly indicating she knew many people in this small town. When people asked who the man beside her was, Mary proudly introduced him as her "little husband." She said,
"Oh, you know, although I look down on people of color, especially Filipinos, he is indeed quite handsome, isn't he? Hey, Bobby, don't be shy, show them how handsome you are, look how obedient he is, you would never guess how obedient he is, and he is a very polite boy, you will soon find out that."
"Oh my god, listen to this, his name is Bobby, what a cute name, but he is so young, he looks even younger than your daughter, you old woman are really shameless, I don't know how you tricked him, oh, our Tony is not going to have an easy time now."
Mary laughed loudly, "Oh, don't mention Tony anymore, that old guy, to hell with him!" It seems that they used to get along very well.
We soon arrived at Mary's home, a very ordinary city dweller's house. Although it seemed ordinary in the city, it looked quite grand to me. Her house was a two-story villa with a small yard enclosed by wooden strips, planted with some trees and ordinary flowers and plants. There are many such small yards in this city. The house was spacious and comfortable, clearly regularly cleaned. As soon as we entered, a beautiful blonde girl rushed down from the second floor, screaming and hugging Mary, kissing her cheek and complaining about not being notified to pick her up. After we sat down, she looked at me with questioning eyes. Mary smiled and said,
"Oh God, dear Bobby, I don't know how to tell you this, this is my daughter, Jessie. I love her very much, I haven't told you this yet, but I'm sure you won't mind, right? Don't worry, my daughter won't make things difficult for you. Although she's two years older than you, and should call you 'little brother' by age, she's calling you 'Dad' now. It's so funny to suddenly have such a big daughter, oh my god, it's incredible!"
Then she laughed and said to Jessie, "My darling, tell me, will you like your little dad?"
"Oh my god, Bobby, you're so handsome! This is so funny, my dear mom, you're amazing! How did you manage to get him? I think I'll like him, my little daddy! Haha!"
Jessie laughed and kissed me on the cheek, saying,
"You must be hungry. Let me prepare dinner for you!"
"No need, my sweetheart, let Bobby do it. He's a great cook, you'll love it!"
"Oh, that might not be a good idea. He just got home, he must be tired from the journey. Let him rest."
"No, honey, you don't know him. Bobby is always busy. He loves to work, he gets anxious if there's nothing to do, right, Bobby?"
Mary turned to look at me.
"Yes, yes, Miss Jessie, let me do it. You'll love my cooking!"
So I went to cook, and I could hear their laughter. It seemed Jessie was very interested in me; she asked me quite a few questions.
"Oh, Mom, does he really love you? Tell me."
"Whether he loves me or not is a difficult question to answer, but it doesn't matter. The important thing is he's mine. You know, there's something about our marriage that you'll never guess."
Then I heard Mary rummaging through her luggage. A moment later, I heard Jessie scream:
"Oh my god! This prenuptial agreement is so unfair! It seems he really loves you too much, otherwise why would he sign such an unfair agreement? Did you force him to do this?"
"Oh, darling, how could your mother do this? How could your mother be that kind of person? This was entirely his own choice. Do you know how he pursued me, how he won my heart? You'll never believe it, it's insane!"
"No, please, Mom, tell me! I really want to know!"
"Alright, I'll tell you. You'd find out sooner or later anyway. Originally, I didn't want to bring him because I didn't want to bring an inferior Filipino to America; it would be embarrassing. But he's just too good." He really does please me. You'd never guess how obedient he is. You know, he'll do anything I ask. I've already tested him on that. Bringing him home will be a huge advantage. He'll be a wonderful maid, you know? You won't have to do anything at home anymore. He can do all the housework—laundry, cooking, cleaning, and everything else. You can make him do whatever you want. He'll be incredibly obedient, oh my god, you'd never guess how obedient he is! He…”
Their voices lowered, but bursts of laughter continued.
When I brought the food to the table, I noticed Jessie looking up at me with a strange smile, as if she'd seen the most amusing thing in the world. Just as I was about to sit down and eat with them, Mary spoke:
"Oh, dear Bobby, you know, I just told Jessie how much you love and cherish me, that you'd do anything for me, but she doesn't believe me. She says no one would do such a thing for great love. She says I'm lying. Darling, can you prove it to her?"
"Yes, I can," I said slowly.
"Oh, Bobby, you're so kind. I knew you'd say yes. Okay, well... you know, I haven't taken my shoes off for a whole day and night to get you back to America. You know I have athlete's foot, it's awful, my feet are so itchy. They need you, Bobby, right now. Although it's mealtime and this might affect Jessie's appetite, she's my daughter, and I think she can forgive me. I can't wait a minute longer. You know what I want you to do, right? But now you're my husband, and I have to respect your choice. I know you're hungry, you can choose..." “Say no, then you can sit at the table and eat with us instead of kneeling under the table and licking my stinky feet with your vile tongue. Now I’m giving you the choice. Think it over carefully. This is a very important choice for you. You will make a wise choice, right? Okay, now tell me, at the table or under the table, tell me, smart, understanding Bobby!”
Mary scrutinized my eyes. Although it was shameful to kneel under the table and lick her mother’s stinky feet with her tongue in front of a beautiful girl I had just met, I knew what Mary expected of me. I had never disobeyed any of her wishes. So I slowly nodded, opened my trembling lips, and told her in a voice that I could hardly hear myself that I chose under the table.
"Oh, dear, I gave you a choice. This was your own choice, so don't say I forced you. My dear Bobby, I'm so glad you made a wise choice. I'm very satisfied. This is very important to you. I mean it. I love you more and more. You're so smart, haha!"
Mary laughed and tapped the table with her finger, gesturing for me to get down. So I got up from the chair I hadn't even warmed and crawled under the table. As I knelt down and took off her sneakers, Jessie exclaimed, "Oh, Mom, your feet smell so bad! Please forgive me, I really can't eat anymore. I feel like throwing up. This is terrible. How can he stand it under the table?"
Then she pinched her nose and peeked under the table. To prevent more stench from affecting their appetite, I was burying my nose in Mary's smelly shoes and inhaling the stench deeply, while Mary's feet were stepping on my head.
"Oh my god, that's terrible! Is it true?"
"Yes, it is true, dear Jessie. My feet do smell very bad, but it's a pleasure for him because he's smelling an American's shoes. This foot odor is very precious to him, very precious. Being able to smell my feet is a great honor for him. He will feel happy. That's why he wanted to come to America with me. Is that right, Bobby? Tell Jessie how much you love my feet!"
"Yes, madam, I admire your foot odor and even the shoes you're wearing. They are incredibly precious to me. I love your foot smell so much that I would even give my life for it,"
I mumbled, my mouth buried in Mary's shoes.
"Oh, Bobby, you'd even give your life for it? This is the first time I've heard you say that. I love your new idea, but are you serious? Can you swear? Answer me with my toes in your mouth!"
Mary said, taking one foot off my head and shoving its toes into my mouth. I saw Jessie look down at me with interest, but she quickly got up and sat back down because of the stench under the table. Now, a pair of feet were on my shoulders—Jessie's.
"Yes, I'm serious, I swear!"
"Oh, so you're saying my stinky feet are more precious than your life, and you're more despicable than my feet, even more despicable than the stockings and smelly shoes I wear? So you mean I can abandon you anytime, like I'd just throw away my worn-out stockings or smelly shoes? Can you swear you're serious?"
I held Mary's toes in my mouth, unsure how to answer this humiliating question, and unsure if it would affect my future.
The foot on my head kicked me hard.
"Answer quickly, I want to hear a satisfactory answer, you know I like to hear what you have to say."
"Yes, I swear, your stinky feet are a hundred times more precious than Bobby's life, Bobby is more despicable than your feet, more despicable than the stockings and smelly shoes you wear, you have the right to abandon Bobby anytime, just like you casually throw away your worn-out stockings or smelly shoes, but Bobby really doesn't want you to abandon me!"
"Haha! Okay, I know, I'm very satisfied with your answer, don't worry, I won't just throw you away, if you're obedient, okay, start licking my feet, my athlete's foot is really bad, I'm so itchy."
"Wow! He's so despicable, but his love for you is really great, haha, what a great guy." Jessie laughed.
So I knelt down under the table and diligently licked Mary's feet. They chatted happily on the table, while Jessie's feet moved restlessly under the table, sometimes stepping on my back, sometimes kicking my face. Later, she insisted on lifting my kneeling buttocks with her feet. Although I was holding one of Mary's smelly feet in my hands and serving her attentively, I didn't dare disobey Jessie's wishes. So I lifted my buttocks as she asked, and she suddenly stuck her foot between my legs, teasing my hard penis with the back of her foot and toes. This made my penis even harder, and she laughed happily.
After licking both of Mary's feet, Mary finished eating, but she didn't let me get up to eat. Instead, she put on her slippers and walked to the spacious and comfortable sofa in the living room, sat down, and said to me:
"Bobby, come here. I have something very important to discuss with you. Come, kneel here!"
So I went to the sofa and knelt down.
"Kneel down, bend over and press your face to the ground so it's more comfortable for me to step on you!"
I pressed my face against the cold floor. One pair of feet stepped on my head, and another pair of white feet stopped in front of me. These were Jessie's feet. I examined these young feet closely. They were wearing light blue leather slippers. These feet were very much like her mother's, large and plump, but the skin was noticeably whiter and more delicate than her mother's. However, they also emitted a faint foot odor similar to her mother's.
Mary was silent for a moment, then spoke. Her voice was cold and firm, as if it came from a distant cloud above my head.
"You know, Bobby, in order to bring you to America smoothly, now that you are my legal husband, we have to face this reality. So I'm giving you the right to choose: to sit at the table with us fairly and eat together, or... or to kneel under our table and lick my feet while we eat."
She paused slightly and continued:
"I'm so glad you made a wise choice. This establishes your future position in the family, and I'm very happy about it. You could have sat at the table with us to eat, but I really didn't want to. Although you're my husband, you—you're still Filipino. That's an unchangeable reality. This is America, and I didn't want to sit at the same table with a lowly Filipino in front of everyone. Of course, having a wedding with you is even more impossible, you understand? It would be too embarrassing for me. But you chose to kneel under the table and lick our feet, serving us. So I'm glad I don't have to worry about that anymore, and I can even enjoy your foot service while eating, which will make my appetite better. And this is very reasonable and beneficial for you, right? Because you've told me many times that you like, are obsessed with, and even worship the smell of my feet, an American woman, right? So, first, I want to establish our positions when we eat from now on, just like today. We sit at the table enjoying the food you've prepared, and you kneel down and lick me—no, lick us!" My daughter and I have smelly feet, and I don't think she'd object to a Filipino licking her feet. That's good for you too, right? Because her feet are American feet, and being able to lick our American feet is a great blessing for you. It will be good for your body, mind, and spirit; it will make you smarter and stronger. That's the first thing. Are you willing? You chose this yourself before dinner, and I don't want my husband to be a man of his word. I'd be unhappy if he did. Tell me, are you willing?"
"Yes, I am," her voice was as cold as the floor where my face was pressed, and equally hard and irresistible.
"Great, dear Bobby, I knew you'd agree! You're the best girl, I love it when you're like this, haha!"
she laughed happily, then her voice returned to its icy tone as she continued,
"Since you've already agreed to my first request, you should naturally agree to my second. Bobby, although you're my husband in name only, your act of kneeling under the table and licking my feet makes me feel you're completely unworthy of being my husband. Although I enjoy having you lick my feet—it makes me feel good—it also makes me hate you. I think you're despicable, like a slave. Actually, I just wanted a slave to command, which is why I brought you to America. But remember, husband is only in name. Don't ever think you're my equal. On the surface, you're my husband and my daughter's father, but in reality… you're just a slave, a slave who will always be trampled underfoot, at my and my daughter's beck and call. You have to do whatever we tell you to do, understand? That's how we'll be happy, understand? I believe you can do it." "Back in the Philippines, you said you'd be my loyal slave, that you'd do anything I wanted, even be my toilet, right? So, from now on, you'll do all the housework, including cooking, laundry, cleaning, and all sorts of chores. You'll also provide any services my daughter and I need, as long as we can ask for them, understand?"
My face was still pressed under Mary's heavy foot, and Jessie's big toe was already shoved into my mouth.
But this humiliation and contempt no longer seemed to evoke any psychological resistance in me; it only made my lowly genitals harder. I said, still sucking on Jessie's toe,
"Yes, I understand."
"Oh, understand what, Bobby? Speak clearly, what do you understand? Tell me?" Mary said with a smile,
"On the surface, I'm your husband, but in reality, I'm your slave. I'll be a good slave; I'll do anything for you."
Because I had Jessie's toe in my mouth, it was difficult for me to say this clearly.
"Haha, I'm so satisfied! You're such a slacker, Bobby! I love you more and more!"
Mary laughed heartily, then coldly stated the third condition:
"Bobby, you know, you poor Filipino boy have finally arrived in your dream of America. This is all thanks to me. America is a noble country, Americans are an excellent people, therefore, Americans are very noble, unattainable. You yourself admit that my stinky feet are a hundred times more valuable than your life. You're even more despicable than the stockings and smelly shoes I wear. So, you must promise me to be well-behaved, polite, and to learn to respect Americans and American feet—not just me and my daughter, but also some Americans around me and my friends, understand?"
"Yes, I understand."
"Oh, Bobby, I'm not satisfied with your answer. I want you to say it clearly!"
"Yes, I understand. I am a lowly slave, American feet are a hundred times more noble than me. I will learn to respect Americans and American feet." At this moment, Jessie's toes began to deliberately twirl in my mouth. This made it even harder for me to speak, and my saliva dripped onto the floor.
"Oh, I'm so happy, Bobby, you're such a good slave. Your performance has once again proven your loyalty, and I'm moved once more. But Bobby, can you guarantee that everything you said above is true? Can you solemnly swear?"
"Yes, I solemnly swear. I swear that everything I said above is true. I am your slave, and I will completely obey your orders."
"Oh, alright, Bobby, it's settled then. Now go lick Jessie's feet until she's satisfied. Then you can go eat. You must take good care of her feet. These are the first pairs of young American girl's feet you've ever seen. Cherish them, haha."
After saying that, Mary went to take a shower. I knelt on the floor, and Jessie sat on the sofa like her mother, one foot on my head, the other foot held to my mouth as I diligently licked it.
"Oh, Bobby, that feels so good. Mommy really knows how to enjoy herself. It's so good. Hmm, by the way, suck my toes. Use your mouth to please my toes as much as you can. You know I love it when you suck my toes. It feels like my toes are making love with your mouth. Oh my god, mmm... You're so good. Harder, harder. My toes feel so good. They're so happy. They're very satisfied with your performance, you know? Okay, now lick the soles of my feet. Make sure my soles fully feel the adoration of your tongue. Be gentle! It likes gentle slaves. Ahhh, that feels so good. Ahhh, oh my god, you've excited me. Okay, this foot is next."
Jessie roughly shoved the big toe of her other foot into my mouth: "Suck it, like you're sucking your mother's milk. Oh, it feels so good. Go crazy, Bobby. It says it wants to fuck your mouth roughly."
After I had been licking Jessie with all my might for more than half an hour, Jessie was already moaning with excitement. At this time, Mary also came out after taking a shower. "Oh, my dear sweetheart, are you enjoying it?"
"Oh~~, yes, ah~~, Mom, I'm so excited, can you let me let him lick my genitals? I really want to~~, oh~~ oh~, her tongue is so amazing! Please, Mom."
"Oh my god, look at your little slut, it seems you really like him. Okay, do whatever you want. Remember, he's just a slave. You can even use him as your masturbation device. Baby, don't ask me questions like that again. You can use him however you want, but don't try to take it from me when I use it."
"Really? That's great, Mom. You're the best mom. Come on, Bobby, lick here."
Jessie grabbed my hair and pressed my mouth against her wet, smelly genitals, making me...
She licked me for over ten minutes until she excitedly screamed and pulled me into the bedroom. In the bedroom, she frantically straddled my penis with her ample vulva, raping me. The brutality made me feel like a prostitute being raped. I felt like I was about to pass out from her. I lay beneath her, screaming. In my dazed state, I opened my eyes and saw a beautiful young white woman's body swaying wildly. Her figure possessed a very healthy beauty. She was so wild, her long golden hair shaking with her rhythm. She was so strong, riding me like a rugged knight, and I was the horse she relentlessly whipped. With Jessie's increasingly frenzied movements, my admiration for her grew stronger. I felt she was like a goddess, unattainable. I wished I were just a speck of dust beneath her feet, trampled and enslaved by her for life. I quickly reached my climax and ejaculated. My goddess Jessie was furious at my premature ejaculation. She screamed and slapped me twice across the face, as if whipping her unruly horse. Then, she eagerly dragged her stinking vulva onto my face, pressing it against my nose and mouth, rubbing it vigorously. Her vaginal fluid and my semen, flowing out, quickly dripped down my neck. She came too in a few moments. After panting for a while with her muscular body on my mouth, she said,
"Oh my god, Bobby, you really make me happy. I came twice, you know. I'm really interested in you. Can you really do anything for me like you swore?"
She then lifted her buttocks, waiting for my answer.

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