Barefoot assassins
Belfour   e-mail: Heat1717@aol.com
Four female karate experts savagely bust a man's balls and sexually torment him.

It all began a year ago.  Little to my knowledge the day she walked 
through my door my life would never be the same.  Here name was Kelly; a 
friend referred her to me. I knew little about her other than she was 21 
years old and working full time as a nanny for some of the families in 
the affluent community in which I live. I run a sportswear manufacturing 
company. I'm 30 years old and have developed a thriving business for 
which I was looking for an additional assistant.  In my college days I 
played football for a Big Ten School, then upon graduation, became 
involved in the world of modeling.  I have always been exposed to 
beautiful women and have lived in many countries around the world-
however-I still was not ready for what was to come. 

When she walked through the door my heart skipped a beat.  I wasn't her 
sheer beauty, rather the power and elegance she possessed.  As a nanny, 
or Summer Girl, as she preferred to be called, she didn't have a great 
deal of money. She grew up with 8 sisters and 3 brothers in this same 
affluent community but never quite fit in economically.  This was 
clearly evident by the way she was dressed. She wore a classy, but 
revealing sundress which made me wonder weather or not she was wearing 
any pants. Her eyes, which were the deepest and bluest I've ever seen, 
were accentuated by her very large sexy lips. She wore her thick, brown 
hair up in ponytail to reveal her lightly freckled and healthy sun 
tanned face. It was her long and angular body, which grabbed my 
attention next. She had the body of a runway model, but with a larger, 
more feminine chest-not waify, but angular. She stood 5'8" inches tall 
but seemed to be taller. Her legs were long, tan and lean. Moving down 
her legs I noticed her very thin ankles and then - her feet.  I've always 
had a foot fetish, but this was different.  Her feet were incredible. 
She wore a size 10 sandal - the leather kind with only the strap between 
the big and second toe.  She had very long, very powerful looking toes 
which were pedicured and painted a very classy shade of red.  Her second 
toes were a shade longer than her big toes and without looking abnormal 
seemed to have a second knuckle, which I noticed several times during 
our interview, she was able to curl and grip over the tips of her 
sandals. We introduced ourselves and I began to tell her about the job.  
To my surprise she seemed arrogant and rather uninterested in the whole idea 
of what my company did and I sensed she was not overly impressed with my 
looks, wit or charm. Usually, I can sense either embarrassment - girls not 
confident enough to look me in the eyes - or the kind that just gazes at 
me - she did neither, this bothered me.  I sensed she would take the job 
out of desperation or destain for nannying - either way, I was sure I was 
going to hire her. 

It was now her second month of employment and I had come to the 
conclusion that she was a sexually repressed man-hater.  I made 
concerted efforts to try to get to know her, asked her questions about 
her family, friends, likes, dislikes etc. She gave me nothing but 
indifferent looks and terse answers.  What had I done to her to deserve 
this kind of treatment?  During this time I sensed her total lack of 
concern for anything or anyone and dismissed it as just "her 
personality" or lack thereof.  I have always been somewhat of a flirt, 
and despite her lack of interest I flirted with her as often as 
possible.  We'd argue on the rare occasion we spoke and our relationship 
just wasn't going anywhere.  It was about that time my friend who 
referred her to me asked me how things were going with Kelly. I 
complained about what a selfish bitch I thought she was and if it 
weren't due to the fact that I could stare at her for hours; I'd fire 
her.  He joked with me; "You don't want to mess with her." I asked him 
what he was talking about and he proceeded to tell me about her ability 
to fight. "My daughter," he informed me, "had a bunch of her friends up 
to the lake a few years back. The kids were drinking and having a good 
time when some of the local boys followed them back from one of the 
resort hangouts. Some of the guys who were with our group asked them to 
leave - they were drunk and proceeded to whale on these guys.  That's when 
Kelly stepped in.  She used some of her Karate skills on these kids and 
nearly killed with just a few kicks. It was a mess the cops showed up, 
the ambulances there was one kid she actually rendered unconscious 
using only her feet." "Oh Bullshit," I told him, meanwhile an instant 
rock-hard erection emerged in my pants. I couldn't wait to get him off 
the phone and start giving her sass about this mysteriously, intriguing 
barefoot art she was involved in. 

I went back into the warehouse and said, "So Kelly, I hear you're a 
Karate expert."  She looked at me with a slightly flirtatious/arrogant 
grin and replied "Yep." I was going crazy with curiosity. Being beaten 
by an attractive barefoot female martial artist always has been my one 
kinky fetish fantasies.  I did everything I could to get her to 
demonstrate her moves on me, she ignored me for the most part but 
mentioned someday, she would give me a lesson.  I was in store for quite 
a surprise. 

In subsequent months, she started opening up a little more. I learned 
she has been studying the arts of jujitsu, karate, taekwondo and kung fu 
since she was 12 years old.  She told me 4 of her older sisters had 
gotten her interested in the martial arts and that she had achieved 
black belts in each of these disciplines by the age of 18.  She also 
informed me that she gave rape-prevention seminars in various 
communities about once or twice a month. When she asked me if I would 
volunteer to someday be a demonstration attacker - I tried to control my 
excitement and told her I suppose I could do that.  I nearly came 
thinking about it... 

Finally, one day, near her seventh month of employment I got a taste of 
her Karate trained feet. She was bent over a press machine and I 
approached her from behind. She had a boyfriend at this time and seemed 
in an unusually good mood. I told her I was trying to quit swearing and 
half joking said, "Each time I swear, I want you to punch me in the 
stomach."  She looked back at me over her shoulder with a sinister grin 
on her face and told me she could do one better.  She slipped one of her 
slender, sexy feet out of her Nike sport sandals, brought her knee to 
her chest, flexed her long toes back, pivoted and slammed the sole of 
her bare foot right into my unprotected groin. She didn't kick me hard, 
but I went down.  When I opened my eyes I was staring up at her huge 
bare toes.  She looked down at me and sarcastically said, "See - I'll bet 
you don't swear for a whole week." she laughed and walked away, leaving 
me curled up by the press machine. This was just a taste of what was yet 
to come. 

Chapter II 

When I arrived at the high school where Kelly was giving the 
demonstration, I already had a hard-on.  I got there 20 minutes early 
but waited in the parking lot so I didn't look too anxious.  The room 
was a padded wrestling gym in the basement of the school.  When she saw 
me she instructed me in a very condescending tone to hurry up and get 
changed.  She also informed me to address her as Ms. Kelly in front of 
the students.  This made me uneasy - she works for me I thought - thinking 
again I realized "here, she is the boss." I was about to find out how 
tough a boss really can be. While I was putting on my gui, the white 
uniform martial artists wear, I was noticed the pants slipped on yet had 
snaps underneath the crotch - I'd soon find out why.  The top she had 
given me was a joke; there was no way I could fit into it. As I got 
dressed, I toyed with the idea of not wearing the nut cup I brought, 
but, after remembering the mild pain I felt next to the press machine 
earlier that week, I put it on.  I walked into the make-shift dojo bare 
chested. I thought I'd give the ladies and Kelly a thrill...big mistake.  
I hadn't taken two steps out of the locker room when I saw the Tornado 
coming towards me. 

This strange female figure was spinning from the other side of the 
gymnasium towards me. It was fairly dark so I couldn't make out who she 
was. Hopping and spinning from one bare-foot to the other.  How the hell 
is she doing that and what kind of a technique is that? It was then when 
I heard the loud "KEYAAA" followed by the lightning fast spinning back 
wheel kick which cracked my cup right down the middle and caught me at 
the base of my still erect penis. The kick smashed me into the padded 
wall from which I had just entered the room and the attacker pinned me 
against the wall pressing her foot deep into my groin as I looked up.  
"That is how I greet all of my visiting demonstration men, especially 
when they don't bow when they enter my dojo." This was a side of Kelly I 
had only seen briefly. After a couple of seconds she removed her foot 
from my groin and I fell to the floor next to my now broken cup. 

I can't believe this, I thought to myself. Then, I remembered back a few 
years of how my muscular 195 pound frame use to destroy wide receivers 
and how I use to punish quarterbacks on blind-side blitzes. I then 
realized these adversaries didn't use their feet and in Kelly's dojo, 
kicking below the belt was what I was about to find out, they did best. 
The class consisted of three women a beautiful American Indian woman 
named Natalie who was almost as tall as Kelly wearing a red gui with a 
brown belt accented with a black stripe; I guessed she was 27 years old 
and had long smooth hair, which was parted down the middle and ominous 
dark eyes. The second girl Julie was really cute. Bleach blonde straight 
hair and brown eyes, probably 5'6" She was also wearing a brown belt but 
with no black stripe and she was probably 17 or 18. I got the feeling 
she had her eyes on me.  The third woman who was also wearing a black 
belt looked to be about 35. She looked like the pretty "trophy wife" 
type. Long painted finger nails short, blonde hair and incredibly nice 
feet with no toe nail polish. Her name was Patricia, and she gave me a 
sexy housewife smile. 

Kelly told the women to gather around her for her first demonstration. 
Immediately they sat Indian style around her beautiful feet as she 
prepared to ward off my attack.  She instructed me to come up from 
behind her, grab her face, and aggressively kiss her.  I couldn't 
believe it. She hated me - or so I thought.  I was ready to cum, excited 
but apprehensive because I knew as much as I would enjoy kissing her I 
was sure she would put me in a fair amount of pain shortly there after. 
I reached over her shoulder, turned her head and pressed my lips against 
her full luscious lips.  To my surprise, she opened her mouth and jammed 
her sweet wet tongue into my mouth, my cock was like granite pressed 
against her hip, and she slipped her long elegant fingers into my pants 
and started pulling on my penis. Then, from out of nowhere I felt the 
long toes of her shapely left foot grab and pull the snaps under my 
pants open and then wrap themselves, like fingers, around my bare 
testicles. We were embraced in a long passionate kiss. I placed my right 
hand under her armpit and started massaging her large, perky breasts. 

Just then she pulled her tongue out of my throat. I opened my eyes and 
looked into her devilish eyes and with her one - foot and hand still 
playing with my package, she smiled and said, "Gotcha." With that she 
turned to the ladies and explained how you can inflict more pain and 
damage by playing along with the attack. It was then I felt her playful 
toes squeeze my manhood with increased pressure. She removed her right 
hand from my penis and reaching across her chest gave me a kung-fu 
chokehold while squeezing my balls hard with the toes of her foot.  I 
screamed out in pain and, when she released her hold on my neck, fell to 
my knees and then to my back.  During this excruciating painful footlock 
she was applying, she continued to, very matter of factly, describe to 
the women how to further disable possibly even kill the attacker.  While 
lying on my back on the verge of passing out. With her bare toes of her 
left foot still squeezing the life out of my nuts she knelt down over me 
so her warm - aromatic vagina was inches from my face. She released her 
toe lock and proceeded to sit between my legs facing me. She bent both 
of her legs at the knees and with lightning speed simultaneously slammed 
her 10's into my crotch while screaming a barbaric "EEYAAA"-I was seeing 
stars like I had just been hit by a 260 pound fullback-rather it was 
only a 127 pound female and more specifically a perfect pair of size 10 
feet. 

I was fairly out of it at this point.  There I lay, flat on my back, 
looking up at this beautiful Amazon.  My erection was severe and she was 
turning me on like I've never been turned on before and she knew it. 
Using her big toe, she lightly tickled the hair on my testicles. Then, 
she proceeded to move her big toe up the shaft of my erection, lightly 
pressing on my pulsing man sword. It was at this point she opened the 
unusually large space between her big and second toe and methodically 
wrapped them around the head of my throbbing cock. While she was doing 
this, she somehow managed to apply steady pressure to the rest of my 
erection with her arch and heel.  If I hadn't known any better, I would 
have thought she was a chimpanzee. She bent and maneuvered these two 
toes with artful skill and expertise - she had done this before - many 
times, I somehow was certain. As she continued her footplay she looked 
down at me she said, "Isn't this ironic. My feet are registered with the 
FBI as lethal weapons and yet they are capable of driving you to near 
orgasmic ecstasy - go figure." With that, she removed her foot from my 
penis, bowed to me and walked back to the class. Next it was Natalie's 
turn. She was a beauty. Like Kelly, however, she didn't smile much and 
looked to be all business. Once I caught my breath, I approached her 
from behind and jammed my tongue down her throat expecting the 
hand/footjob I had gotten from Kelly; this wasn't the case. We stood 
tongues intertwined, no hands: no feet - at least not yet.  White kissing 
this gorgeous Pocahontas look-alike, I opened my eyes to see the 
malicious glare of her dark bruiting eyes.  I felt a grunting noise 
coming out of mouth as we still were French kissing one-another.  Had we 
not been kissing I would have heard a deafening, "Hiyaaa." Her exotic 
left foot shoot up between my legs and smashed both of my balls at the 
same time. This caught me more off-guard than Kelly's trickery and while 
the kick wasn't devastating, it hurt like a son-of-a-bitch. 

Natalie proceeded to explain her technique. "I'm not quite as skilled 
with my toes as Kelly, so I rely on my strength and quickness to defeat 
the assailant," she proceeded to say, "To finish him off." Oh shit, I 
thought, " she stuck her foot straight into the air, so it was actually 
perpendicular to the ceiling, and with another loud HIYAAA, executed a 
perfect axe kick, slamming the sole of her size 9 foot over my entire 
erect penis. She continued to grind her foot over my penis as if I was a 
specimen or piece of meat with absolutely no emotion. She then dropped 
to her back and proceeded to stick her bare feet into the gaping hole in 
my pants and with her soles clutched my bare, rock hard boner. The sweat 
from her tan feet provided a sort of natural lubricant as she foot 
jacket me to near masturbation.  I cranked my head down as far as I 
could, in order to get a glimpse of this beauty doing these wonderful 
things to me with her feet. Her lean legs were taught and I could see 
each well-defined leg muscle as she rhythmically yanked my cock with her 
soft native feet. I felt the pre cum starting to dribble out as Kelly 
informed Natalie she was finished. Next it was Julie's turn.  I had been 
looking forward to this because of the way she had been looking at me 
throughout the demonstration.  While I was catching my breath waiting 
for Julie's lesson something occurred to me, This was no regular self-
defense seminar. No. These were viciously sadistic women who possessed 
martial art skills on a parallel only to Ninja assassins. Any of these 
dainty, sexy women could kill me and probably would except for the fact 
that they needed me as their guinea-pig or as their foot jerk off toy, I 
didn't know which. 

I approached Julie from behind and before we kissed she looked over her 
shoulders and informed with a smile that her toe techniques were as good 
as Kelly's. With that I felt my erection strengthen and gave her a deep, 
long kiss.  She responded differently from Kelly and Natalie, she turned 
her body and kissed me from the front pressing her large perky, teenage 
breasts against my muscular bare chest. She used her surprisingly large 
hands to grab my glues and pressed my erection against her warm, now 
wet, youthful vagina. I was so horny and sure this lesson was going to 
be different. Just then she separated her tongue from my mouth and 
dropped down on her back. Then, with cat-like quickness she 
simultaneously brought both of her size 8 1/2 feet into my bare groin.  
After the initial, semi-painful impact, she wrapped her long toes around 
each of my testicles I thought to myself, "she wasn't kidding she more 
dexterous with her toes than some people are with their hands. She 
explained that her young legs weren't as strong as Kelly's or Natalie's 
so she had to rely upon applying pressure to the genitalia with her long 
strong toes. She the went on to describe how she practiced masturbating 
her boyfriend every night using only one foot and actually has the 
dexterity to bent silverware between her toes.  As she continued 
squeezing my balls with her feet, she removed one foot, spread her toes 
and seized the base of my thick erect penis between her big and second 
toe. She bent my cock like a pretzel and with this foot jujitsu 
technique forced me to the ground. Then she removed her other foot from 
its stranglehold on my balls. With that foot, she hopped to a one legged 
standing position and with all the strength in her young body, managed 
to drag me across the mat by my cock using only her one foot. 

She then let go of my cock and yanked me to my feet. From there she 
started using some traditional Taekwondo blows. She started with a front 
kick to my groin. As I fell to my knees, she spun on ball of her foot 
and delivered a spinning back kick pounding her bare sole into my 
unprotected groin. At this point I was nearly out. Lying flat on my 
stomach in incredible pain she approached me from behind, spread the 
long toes of her right foot and squeezed my bare, aching balls into the 
mat. At this point I could only understand bits and pieces of what was 
being said. I heard giggle and say something like, "This is how I like 
to finish my opponents off". I slipped into an unconscious state. 

Chapter III 

When I came out of my foot induced dream state, I looked up and saw a 
hazy blonde figure standing over me. I saw a Black belt flowing down 
from her waist and the fitted red karate pants. She was topless with 
sculpted, large but firm breasts. As I followed her legs down further I 
noticed the foot and spread toes of her right leg were wrapped around 
the base of my still erect penis.  Patricia was rewarding my for the 
punishment I had taken from Kelly, Natalie and Julie by playing me like 
a foot flute with her toes. She also had a strong grip and kneaded my 
swollen cock up and down with her long white toes. I cringed as her 
toenails dug into the side of my rock hard member. She used her feet 
like a jungle monkey with incredible strength and expertise. Finally, I 
thought I was going to be able to let loose and cum. I was wrong. Just 
as I began to orgasm, this sadistic woman slid her foot down my shaft 
and squeezed with enormous pressure making sure I was unable to cum. 
"Not yet," she said, talking down to me in some kind of perverse June 
Cleaver manner 

She then yanked me to my feet and while looking me square in the eyes 
brought her left foot out of no where and "Heeeeya." smashed the ball of 
this foot into my groin.  She left it there for a second then in one 
fluid motion grabbed my hands and pulled me towards her. Extending her 
left foot while falling on her back she flipped me over her head.  This 
was different however from the traditional Judo into the groin throws.  
She continued to leave her elegant foot planted deep in my crotch and 
when all was said and done I had been flipped 270 degrees onto my back.  
Patricia now had me in an arm bar with her right arm forcing my elbow in 
an unnatural direction and everytime I moved, her left foot, which was 
still firmly planted in my groin, applied greater pressure.  "Most 
encounters, end up on the ground," she said "and because men are 
physically stronger, we have to rely on the use of foot to groin 
pressure techniques. She twisted me onto my side and then scissors 
locked me from behind.  "One advantage women have" she continued, " is 
relatively greater strength in the inner thighs."  I could feel her 
moist vagina rubbing and lubricating the back of my neck.  Patricia was 
turned on. She twisted me like a pretzel some more, then, in this same 
position, she twisted me onto my back. 

"This is my own patent technique," she went on to say and with that she 
snaked her toe spread right foot into my pants and seized me in the 
middle of my erection. Then, she released her other leg from my waist, 
flexed her toes back and with a loud "Ha." slammed her right heel into 
my the base of my erect cock.  Between the rhythmic squeeze job I was 
receiving from left foot and pounding from her right heel, I was on the 
verge of orgasm-and so was she. She whispered into my ear, "You've been 
a good sport and you're an incredibly handsome man." With that she 
continued her rhythmic squeezing on my penis with her left foot and 
added a gentle testy massage with the toes of her right foot. "Let it 
go...It's OK," she whispered.  I couldn't take it anymore. This classy, 
sexy, monkey woman was pumping me to climax. My entire body convulsed as 
I spewed like a volcano. Cum shot all over the place; at least 3 feet 
into the air and all over her feet, stomach and bare chest. She came as 
well and our two inter-twined, sweaty, sticky bodies lied there 
motionless and covered with goo. After a moment, I reached over to kiss 
her, as she was the only woman in the Dojo who's tongue I hadn't 
experienced. As I reached for her face, she reached her long nailed hand 
around my penis and said, "Don't get the wrong idea stud, I just do this 
for fun--I'm married."  She squeezed my cock a little harder and longer 
than necessary.  I curled up on the ground and she got up, bowed to the 
class, and walked by Kelly, who had a look on her face unlike any I had 
seen before. Class was over and I didn't know what to say.  I was 
feeling things mentally and physically that I had never experienced 
Humility, anger, fear, confusion, disbelief, and unparalleled sexual 
satisfaction.  Did this actually just happen? my inner-dialog kept 
repeating.  I didn't say anything to any of the women as they left; I 
just hobbled towards the shower. It was then when I heard Kelly say, 
"I'm not done with you yet." 

She took off her top and revealed the most incredible tits I had ever 
seen. My recently exhausted hard on came back to life instantly. I 
slowly made my way over to Kelly.  "Isn't this enough," I questioned. 
Before I could get another word out, she shot her sexy long foot out and 
grabbed my bare still erect penis in that large space which separated 
her big from her second toes.  It felt so good. 

I was speechless.  I looked into her beautiful face, which was actually 
smiling and noticed how incredibly beautiful this woman was. Her face 
was sculpted by the hard light, which cascaded down from the high 
ceiling. Her skin was flawless and radiant. Her eyes were so beautiful I 
melted.  I had never wanted any woman more than her. She fell to her 
back; still holding on to my package with her toes and with her other 
leg swept my knees.  I fell on top of her as my face was nestled between 
her large sweaty breasts. I licked her salty tits at the same time she 
went to work on my cock with her feet.
 
 It was like no other footjob I had ever experienced. She was a true 
pro, knowing exactly how hard to pull and where to squeeze her toes. She 
then pulled my head out of her breasts and opened her full sexy lips 
around mine. Our wet tongues touched as she continued to jerk me near 
orgasm. She was pulling my cock so hard with her feet I thought she 
might rip it off.  Just then she momentarily released her feet and 
yanked me into her deep, wet vagina. I was shaking like I've never 
shaken before and she quivered as if she were being electrocuted.  We 
came in unison and the earth moved.  She used her toes to squeeze the 
last of my male juices into her pussy. 

It was most significant sexual experience of each of our lives.  Things 
around the office changed after that.  We never spoke of the incident 
and vowed it would never happen again.  I still see her every day and 
although I think she's past the incident - I still get the feeling one-day 
we'll do it again. 

The End. 

barefoot