"The Game"
By M. Master

I first met Rachelle at an arcade (of all the places!). I was playing KOF '97, and doing very well. I was using my favorite team of Benimaru, Shingo, and '97 Kyo. I didn't really give it much thought, as she watched me from the moment I firt put in my token. Just watching another guy playing.

I had made it up to the fight with the Orochi Team, using only Beni, never loosing a round. As the dialog was going across the screen, I looked over, and was rather surprised. Not only was she still watching me, but she was right next to me, at player 2's side!

She told me she was impressed with my winning streak, and had never seen anyone get so far on any game with such speed.

I continued on with the game, but I was obviously distracted. I made a lot of careless mistakes, on just the first fight. I was able to come back, with out too much trouble. However, by the second fight, I was almost out. It was only through repeated Desparation Moves that I came out. For the final round, I was down to virtually nothing. I was able to send him back with a DM, & charge up to unleash a Super DM for the win.

I looked over, and she was no longer there. I then looked back to the screen, and saw her reflection, to my side. There she was, mere inches from me. She seemed to be as entranced in the game as I was! I quickly glanced over this short blond. She looked real hot. I stopped as my vision came to her feet. She was wearing a stunning pair of silver platform sandals! I was rather annoyed that there wasn't enough light for me to see what color nail polish she was wearing. DAMN!

"Hey! The game's started!"

I looked at the screen, and I was too in shock to be embarassed. I'm sure she noticed me looking at her. But I don't know if she realized I was entraced by her feet, or since I'm taller, if she thought I was dreaming about her boobs.

After probably one of my best come-backs ever, I just barely pulled off the win.

We didn't say nothing during the ending, and it wasn't until the credits that she spoke again.

"You play that game pretty good."


"I'm Rachelle."

"Yaaah...I'm David."

It was obviouse that she had my attention, and I was totally under her spell.

When it became available to the home system, we played it a lot. I always beat her, although sometimes, I'd let her win a few fights. Not only in that, but in all the games we played.

"You know, I hate it, how you always win."

"Not always! "

"The times you let me don't count."

"So, what's your problem," I said, mocking annoyance.

"I don't know...let's make a bet. We play a match. The looser is the winner's slave for the rest of the afternoon. Deal?"

"I don't know. I mean, I don't want you to have to commit yourself..."

"What, afraid I may actually beat you for once!"

"Ok, you're on!"

We played teams of 4. I picked all of the weaker fighters, to give her a fair chance, but I wasn't holding back for this one.

She picked all the best ones, and we went at it. It came down to the last one. I really hadn't expected her to be so hard. I figured she could take one, maybe two of them out. But three!?

She made a huge miss, and I was set to nail her with my super. But, I missed, and she teleported right behind me. One MAX Super later, and my character's kissing ground...Crap.

Rachelle had known about my foot fetish, and decided now was the time to go for it.

She had black mules on, with a dark, navy shade of blue on her nails. She had me kneel before her. Reluctantly (still mad that I lost), I did. Now, I'm actually glad I did.

She placed each foot on my knees, and told me to massage her feet, shoe and all.

It was maybe five minutes, before she told me to stop, and to take her shoes off. Then, I was to continue my work.

My hands were real sweaty, as they reached to take the shoe off at the heal. That was all that was in my vision. Her foot, each detail of it, and the she that imprisoned it. It was now my duty, and pleasure, to free her from her bonds.

Slowly, it slid off, with my fingers sliding down the smooth, soft, delicate sole. When my fingers reached her toes, I gently rubbed them, each of us sighing deeply. I began with the second foot.

After another five minutes or so of rubbing her fett, Rachelle had me stop again. She told me to remove my shirt, which I did, too entranced by the magic of her feet to do anything other that what her voice asked. She then brought one of them just before my face, telling me I knew what to do.

As I started to lick on her heal, I felt the toes of her other foot playing around with my hardness. MAN! I was ready to die! As I contimued licking toward her toes, her other foot continued pumping my penius, occasionally giving it a squeeze.

Rachelle then planted her foot on my chest, and pushed me to the floor. Not wasting a moment, she undid my pants, and my dick rose up, excited! She pushed him back down on me, with her foot pressing my balls. Her other foot was over my mouth, and minute by minute, all of her toes were in my mouth, with my tounge exploring its new playmates! While I sucked and licked her toes, she moved her other foot all over my private, turning me inside-out! As we went on, her foot covered my face, and her footjob, became more intense. I was going mad at her touch, and was nearly ready to cum. I was so glad that she lifted her foot off of my face, and put her toes back in my mouth, just in time for me to splirt over her sole.

She seemed as tired as I was, maybe even more. She brought her foot to her mouth, to clean it up, smiling as I sucked the toes of her other foot.

Her feet were now on either side of me, and she moved to sit on my legs. She then took her time to clean me up. She sucked up ever last bit on me. When it was gone, she took my dick in her hands, smiled at me, and put it in her mouth. She began sucking it like it was a straw in a thick milkshake, and I groaned, still feeling hard from her special treatment.

She sat on me for a while, my mind still replaying what had happened. It wasn't until I heard her giggle that I opened my eyes, to see her on me, naked. A moment later, and I was inside of her and she was moving like her life depended on it.

I admired her small breats as the vibrated with her motion, her short hair flowing around her, like something from a dream.

She slowed for a moment, but only so that she could get a good spot on my neck. Slowly, she enjoyed the taste of my neck, and the thrusts of my dick. After a few minutes, she sat up, and went full-thrust. She began to moan louder and louder, as I came closer and closer to unleashing my load in her. She was in such a wild state, if we weren't in the middle of fucking, I would have sworn she would try and kill me.

Almost on cue, when the thought ended, I exploded the second time that afternoon, this time into her hot, wet, hairy pussy. She slowed down, almost immediately. When she could do no more, she fell on me, each of us gasping for air.

"I hope to be your slave again, Rachelle."

She smiled, and kissed me, and then lay down on me again, with my arms tightly wrapped around her smooth body.

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