“I want your feet and legs!” I demanded, like a petulant school girl, my pussy going from damp to drenched.
She cleared papers and business bric-a-brac off her huge desk with a couple of wild swipes of her arm, climbed on top, and then slid down into a sitting position on the very edge of the massive slab of varnished wood, facing me, her dangling, dancer’s legs only inches away. I quickly gripped her fleshy thighs and pushed her legs open, inserted my overheated body in between the gorgeous pair of them. Then I brushed her lips with my lips, and she responded, and we kissed urgently, hungrily.
I mashed my mouth against hers, as I ran my joyous hands up and down her slick, stocking-clad thighs, reveling in the silky, sexy feel of her sensual leg wear. She grabbed my head and riffled her fingers through my short, orange-streaked, black hair, and we Frenched each other, our tongues swirling together angrily, frenziedly slapping against one another.
I pulled my head back and dropped to my knees in front of her – in front of her legs. I knelt at her feet like pagans kneel before golden idols, encircled her shapely ankles with my fingers, brought her delicately arched peds together, and began kissing and licking them.
“God, yes!” she moaned, clutching her pert titties and squeezing them, rolling her plump nipples as I licked at the bottom of her stockinged feet.
I dragged my tongue along an erotic course from her heel, up her arch, and into her toes, again and again, first one foot and then the other. I held on tight to her trembling legs, her jumping feet, and stroked her ultra-sensitive soles with my incessant pink tongue. Then, when the bottom of her succulent feet were painted all nice and wet with my hot saliva, stocking and skin, I tilted her feet towards me and went to work on her silk-sheathed toes.
“God, that feels good,” she whimpered, sliding a hand down into her tiny, white panties. She started fingering herself, frantically polishing her flowered clit.
I made it tough for her, kept her legs together by pressing her feet together, but she still managed to buff her swollen nub with one hand while she groped her boobs with the other. I licked all over and around her slender, wriggling toes, before sucking them into my mouth. I gobbled up all of the toes of her right foot and tugged on them, slashing my tongue across the vulnerable underside of her foot-digits as I sucked and sucked on them, anxiously crammed as much of her exquisite foot as I could into my mouth.
“Suck on my toes, Violet!” she screamed, her long, blonde tresses falling across her lust-contorted face like a shimmering curtain, as she desperately rubbed her engorged clit and plucked at her hardened nipples.
I disgorged her right foot and swallowed up the toes of her left, redoubled my erotic foot-in-mouth massage. I pulled on her toes, tongue-lashed and slathered them with spit, greedily sucked on them through the saliva-clotted material of her shining, black stockings. Then I unmouthed her left foot and pushed both of her feet together, sole to sole, and ran my thick tongue up and down the twin rows of wiggling toes, gleefully lapping at all of her outstretched toes at once, up and down, up and down, over and over.
“I’m coming!” she cried, her hand shifting to hyper-speed in her panties. Her head lolled back on her shoulders and she screamed with all-out release.
I quickly twisted her feet around and jammed both of her big toes into my gaping maw. Her streamlined, built-for-sex body was jolted with orgasm, and her supple, delicate legs and feet jerked around in my loving hands as I desperately sucked on the two largest of her beautiful toes.
Then, seemingly out of nowhere, a man suddenly burst into the woman-scented office and raced over to Laura and me. His long, hard cock jutted out of his unzipped pants, and before I could even react, he started fisting thick ropes of white-hot semen out of his raging dick and down onto Laura’s drenched feet – and my face.
“Yes! Come all over my feet, baby!” Laura yelled at him, her body still undulating with the aftershocks of orgasm.
The spurting guy was obviously Laura’s boyfriend – the one she’d mentioned earlier, just before I attacked her legs – so I didn’t pull away from her sodden feet as he coated them with jism. Instead, I continued to suck on her toes, her anguished boyfriend spraying his molten man-juice all over them and me.
“Lick the come off my feet, Violet!” Laura commanded, grabbing her boyfriend’s straining cock and stroking it madly, jacking the last few bursts of heated jizz onto her delightful feet.
I swirled my tongue all over the tops of her stockinged feet, eagerly lapping up her boyfriend’s simmering goo. I tasted the salty spooge and swallowed it down, not satisfied until Laura’s pretty feet were one hundred percent sperm-free. Then I smacked my saucy lips and smiled up at them, my hands squeezing and kneading Laura’s lovely feet.
“Hi, I’m Eric,” Laura’s boyfriend said by way of formal introduction, then tacked on the understatement of the year: “You like feet?”
I nodded. I fucking loved feet, and would’ve loved legs – Laura’s lush legs – if Eric hadn’t interrupted our girlish fun. Still, I wasn’t about to complain. Eric was a tall, muscular, good-looking guy of around forty, with curly, salt and pepper hair and a handsome, seven-inch prick that was still hanging hard out of his open fly. I smiled impishly at him and pondered the sexual possibilities.
“How ‘bout cock?” he asked.
I stared into his warm, brown eyes and replied, “Sure I like cock – in my cunt.”
And before you could spell “menage a trois”, Eric was out of his duds and Laura out of her torn, dripping stockings and drenched panties. They stood nude and lewd right in front of me, and then passionately kissed each other, Laura working Eric’s rod with her hand while Eric squeezed my boss’s tits.
I scrambled to my feet, anxious to join in the sexual fray, and they helped me out of my dress, out of my matching lacy, black bra and panties. I’m built along Laura’s lines: trim and tight, but paler by comparison, with slightly smaller titties that are capped by stiff, ultra-pink nipples. My cunny is shaved bare and smooth as a baby’s bottom, except for a tuft of soft, black fur right at the top. My taut, heart-shaped arse never fails to get compliments, and such was the case here, as Eric and Laura grabbed a butt cheek apiece and squeezed and fondled my bum, as we all leaned in and three-way Frenched. We recklessly twirled our tongues together, the lusty couple feeling up my hot, tight butt. Then I squealed into both of their mouths when I felt someone’s finger slide down my crack and into my cunny.
“Violet got us off,” Eric remarked to Laura, “so I think it’s only fair that we get her off.”
“I agree,” Laura responded, smiling slyly at me.”I’ve got a confession to make, Violet. Eric’s actually been hanging around the office for the past two hours, patiently waiting to witness your wicked little foot seduction. He watched the whole thing from the door.” She ran her silver-tinted fingernails up and down my bottom. “You see, I’ve been watching you watching my legs with your tongue hanging out for the last couple of weeks. So, I thought I’d keep you late tonight, cut a small slit in my stocking – give you an opening, so to speak – and then Eric and I would see what developed.”
“What?” I gasped, momentarily stunned to learn that I was prey rather than predator. Then I shrugged my shoulders and kissed Laura, thanked her for ensnaring me like she had. You don’t get to be a first-class manager without being a shrewd judge of character, I now knew.
“Okay, ladies,” Eric interjected. “Enough tell and kiss. How ‘bout we get down to business?”
“Good idea,” the sultry blonde capitalist agreed, and she provided Eric and me with directions such that I ended up flat on my back on her desk, Eric’s hard cock shoved balls-deep into my sopping cunt. Laura climbed onto the desk with me, positioned her pussy over my face, and gripped my bare feet around the ankles and pulled them back so that she could play with them while I ate her out and Eric banged my twat.
My head spun and my body tingled with the awesome eroticism of it all; with the sweet smell and tangy tas
te of Laura’s soaking wet cunny; with the clit-gratifying sensation of Eric sliding his steely fuck-pole back and forth in my stretched-out, steaming pussy; and with the pure-heaven feeling of Laura’s slippery, darting tongue painting my small feet with her superheated saliva.
“Fuck, she’s tight,” Eric groaned, as he slammed his engorged schlong in and out of my gripping snatch. He pummelled my pussy and pushed my legs forward as far as they’d go, allowing Laura to shove her pink tongue in between my wriggling toes.
Laura made unholy love to my electrified feet with her mouth and tongue, as her stud of a boyfriend fucked me silly. She bounced her blonde head back and forth between my peds, vacuuming all of the outstretched toes on one of my feet into her mouth and tugging on them, and then doing the same to my other tender tootsie. I moaned into her dripping cooze, vainly struggled to lap at her pussy, overwhelmed by the sheer sensuality of our leg-inspired threesome.
Eric jolted me faster and faster with his frenzied cock-thrusts, then hollered in warning, “I’m coming, girls!”
“Jerk him off with your feet, Violet!” Laura screamed.
Eric tore his dong out of my gash and Laura shoved my legs forward and slapped my feet together over her boyfriend’s greasy pole. I grasped his rod between my spit-slick feet and pistoned his cock with them, as Laura excitedly rubbed my engorged clitty with her fingers. Eric let out a roar that could’ve been heard two buildings away, and I felt his sizzling seed splash down onto my tummy as I continued to vigorously foot-pump his dick. Laura’s expert clit-buffing then brought me screaming into the gaping abyss of my own depthless orgasm.
“Ohmigod!” I shrieked into her pussy. My cunny burst into flames, and my entire thrashing body was consumed by fiery ecstasy.
I writhed around on the brilliant desktop like a girl possessed, my arched feet still clinging to Eric’s blazing cock as he spray-painted my stomach with heated spunk. Laura jammed her fingers into my gushing cunt, frantically polished my button with her thumb, and I came and came and came, the whole world crashing down upon me, leaving me devastated, wasted.
“I think she really enjoyed that,” Laura gasped, her thighs still pressing against either side of my head, her puffy, pink pussy lips only an inch away from my gaping mouth. She pulled her fingers out of my smouldering snatch, my feet off Eric’s ruptured cock, and licked warm, sticky sperm off my rippling belly in long, hard, wet tongue-strokes.
When she’d finished cleaning me up, she and Eric kissed, Frenched, swirled come between the two of them. I tentatively licked at Laura’s glistening twat, weak as a kitten, having been left with barely a leg to stand on.
. . . Now, I’m not sure how Laura’s boyfriend got into my orgasm-inducing female foot-fantasy – since she doesn’t even have a boyfriend, as far as I know – but in a fantasy, unlike the real world, thank goodness, anything is possible: right?
Toyboy
Blossom (Dublin, Ireland)
I took out my key, unlocked the door, and walked in. The house was cool, still, and silent as usual but, unlike most days, it was filled with the homey scent of cinnamon and cloves from the apple cake I baked the night before.
“I swear I must be psychic.” I shut the door and locked it behind me. “Somehow, I just knew that he’d arrive here this morning. And finally, now I’m back home, too. I thought the day would never end.”
I was so horny I didn’t know how I’d managed to make it through the tedious workday without touching myself, but I was glad I waited. My first orgasm of the day would be with him! The first ones were always the best and this would be a real first in more ways than one. I took a very deep breath, wished myself luck in the mirror, and walked down the narrow hall to my bedroom.
I stepped tentatively into the room and looked straight ahead. There he was! He was lying on my bed, his head and neck supported by pillows. And that smile! He’d had a big smile on his face when I’d settled him and left him there in the morning, but I could almost swear that it was even bigger now. He looked so happy – perhaps even as happy as he was about to make me.
I couldn’t wait much longer. Dinner would have to be postponed till, hopefully, very late that night. First things first! The hunger that most needed satisfying was definitely not for food. I smiled and told him that I’d take a quick shower and be right back.
I hated to leave him, even for mere moments, but my deflowering had to be special and perfect, a memory I’d treasure. A shower would wash the nervous sweat from my body and refresh me, perhaps even soothe my frayed nerves a bit. I was sure that it was what I needed to do. It wouldn’t take long, and afterward we’d have all night, and if all went well, countless days and nights to come.
I blew him a shy kiss, rushed into the bathroom, and turned on the water, letting it warm up as I used the toilet. The thought of him, lying there so close, waiting for me in my bed, had me more aroused than I even realized at first. My senses were so heightened that I gasped and shivered when I accidentally brushed my clitoris with the toilet paper.
I climbed into the tub and stood under the hard, pulsing spray, letting myself get wet all over, except for my long hair that was coiled into a bun at the nape of my neck. After washing my face, I caressed my curvaceous body all over with creamy perfumed soap, bought the week before, in anticipation of his arrival. I paid careful, gentle attention to my private parts that I would soon be sharing with him for the first time.
Instead of taking the shower massage off the wall and aiming it at my nether lips, as I did most evenings, while leaning against the tiles or reclining in the deep tub, I left it in its bracket on the wall. I just stood there for a few moments, enjoying the rhythmic bursts of warm water as they hit my upper body and cascaded soothingly down to my toes.
One strong jet of water struck the very tip of my taut nipple and brought tears to my eyes, but I soon forgot the sudden sting. My body was aching for sex, and ready, so ready. It wasn’t just my stiff, sensitive nipples that told me that, but also my quickening pulse and my labia and clitoris that were swelling, throbbing, and becoming coated with a slick, viscous fluid that could never be mistaken for water.
I turned off the shower and got out of the tub. I quickly dried my tingling skin with a big, fluffy towel while looking at my glowing, bright-eyed face in the mirrored door of the medicine cabinet. My hot, quick breath fogged the glass as I watched myself unfasten and shake free my mass of long, dark curls.
“Well, here I am.” I smiled encouragingly to myself, trying to erase years of insecurity and self-doubt. “I’m a luscious, desirable woman, a Rubens nude come to life. He won’t be disappointed.”
I sensuously creamed my skin with moisturizer scented with the same fragrance as the soap, then completed my toilette by spraying a cloud of the matching cologne into the air and walking through it. After taking several deep, anxious breaths, I opened the door and stepped out into the bedroom, naked, shy, and nervous, but ready. Most definitely ready!
My lover was still lying there, just as I knew he would be, tucked snugly under the blue flowered comforter. I walked to the window and drew the curtains. It would be quite a while before sunset and I felt too shy to be so exposed and on display in such harsh, unforgiving, bright light.
I turned away from the window and faced the bed, my hands kneading my heavy breasts. I walked back to him, slowly, luxuriously caressing and fondling the abundant flesh of my soft hills and valleys. I looked down to watch my hands tenderly touching my body, but I’d made the room too dark. I wanted to be able to see myself and I wanted to be able to see him. I needed to see the two of us together. I lit two candles on the dresser and a large pillar candle on the bedside table.
“That’s much better. Not too bright, but just enough. All the better to see you with, my dear,” I murmured to him.
I shyly pulled up the comforter as I slipped in, next to him. The candlelight was soft and flattering, but I was still feeling somewhat bashful. After all, I’d never been naked in front of any man be
fore.
He didn’t seem displeased when I asked him if he minded if I readied myself a bit with my vibrator, so I reached under the pillows and drew it out. I slipped it beneath the covers, spread my legs, pointed it at my centre, and turned it on. Just the sound of the strong motor humming, excited and dampened me before I even parted my lips and lightly touched my clit with it.
“You do know that I’m a virgin?” I confided with some embarrassment, moving the small yet powerful machine away from my hardening bud as I spoke. “I’d feel less anxious if I could widen myself with this.” I showed him the dildo I kept secreted with my vibrator.
When he kept on silently smiling that inscrutable smile of his, I took that as acquiescence. Lying with his warm arm behind my back, I repositioned my whirring machine. With my right hand on the vibrator and my left holding the dildo, I began to prepare my sex for penetration by his phallus.
And did I ever need preparation! I took my hand off my trusty vibrator, left the dildo clutched tightly inside me, and lifted the covers to take a peek at him. I stared at his swollen, standing organ. It was massive! It was positively frightening!
It appeared to be at least nine inches long with a big, bulbous head and a hefty shaft traced with bulging veins. It was nearly puce in colour and incredibly firm, I discovered, as well as huge. The fingers of one hand could not span its circumference. I had to use both hands, and when I squeezed, the monster barely yielded to the pressure. I was sure I needed plenty of time to prepare myself to take that tremendous member into me, that is, if it were even possible.
Nervously I picked up my massager and resumed teasing myself with it. My swollen folds parted as I gently pushed the dildo further into my sheath. I began moving the cylinder in and out of my increasingly-slicker and more-welcoming canal. I closed my eyes and focused all my attention on that one small area of my body that seemed to be all that existed in the entire universe.
As the plastic phallus pushed in, parting my hidden walls, I revelled in the sensation of being completely filled. As it was drawn out with twisting motions, I suffered the aching, teasing sadness of my folds collapsing in upon each other, contracting in their loss. The vibrator danced around my clit as alternating waves of joy and sorrow, fullness and emptiness, the emotions of my very flesh, rippled in and out of my clenching sex.
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