Want to Lick My Feet? Page 4
"Going to…!"
I was lost now, completely lost, arousal surging back and fore along every pathway of my body, making it shake and buck almost uncontrollably as I drew to the very brink of climax. In my mind I was screaming 'yes-yes-Yes-YES!' although I had no idea if these sounds were actually emanating from my mouth as well.
"Nearly…!"
And then he tipped me right over the edge, when he pulled my left foot up to join the right, which he pressed tight together in front of his face, before licking wildly back and fore across the soles of both feet, leaving behind sticky trails of saliva as he did, until they felt (in my lust-focussed mind at least) as though they were completely dripping in it. My pussy convulsed strongly on the seating, and I felt a sudden rush of wetness rising from deep in my core.
"YES!" I shrieked – definitely out loud this time – as my mind exploded with a searing white light of climax! "YES, CHRIS!"
As he continued frantically lavishing my feet and my toes with his tongue, my pussy started to throb and pulse madly. And then I became aware of my juices surging quickly along the spasming tube of my sex, which seconds later flooded the gusset of my knickers. I could feel it seeping quickly out into the material, where no doubt it glistened wonderfully under the low artificial lights in Geri's. My whole crotch bucked wildly as this happened, as my mind buzzed with endlessly rolling pleasure, which almost didn't seem to want to go. My body writhed and tensed and twisted as my crotch spasmed strongly a few more times, and then after a final desperate primal scream, I was finally done.
I relaxed, and eventually smiled towards Chris, getting ready to thank him for what he'd done for me. But the look in his eyes, and the fact that he then slipped his mouth over both my big toes together and sucked helplessly on them, which caused another ripple of pleasure and heat to fire off in my crotch, told me he thought this wasn't over yet.
"Stop now, Chris!" I asked nicely, even though his actions, and the fact that I still hadn't fully come down from my release, were making my body flush with fresh arousal.
His sucking on my toes was relentless, and still chock full of passion and desire. I could easily have pulled my feet from his soft grip – but I didn't! Instead I closed my eyes and let my head fall back, giving in to his persistence, and the wonderful feelings he was stirring in me again.
"We shouldn't be doing this, Chris," I sighed, as he started sliding his tongue up and down between both big toes, and then pulled his lips free and started bobbing quickly on each in turn, half-a-dozen on one, and then the same on the other, which was beginning to make me squirm again on the seating, which was all wet and sticky and decidedly icky now from my recent release. "I… I've got to get back to … work!"
That wasn't a lie – but I did have a bit of time, certainly more than enough for me to play for a little while longer.
"Shit, your feet are so gorgeous," Chris moaned then, sounding like he was almost in love with them, while twisting them around in his grip to get another good look at their form. "I can't stop myself."
And with that he let my right drop down to his lap so he could concentrate on the other one. It fell deep down between his legs, coming to rest between the softest part of his thigh and the warm flesh of his cock, which I could feel from the constant twitching was now really, really hard!
He let out a deep groan at the intimate contact with my right foot, as he pressed the toes of my left tight up under his nose, which he sniffed at desperately in response. I found his love of the smell of my feet, and his pure unadulterated desire for my soles, my heels, my instep, my arches – well, everything about my feet really – quite intoxicating, and incredibly arousing too. My legs flapped wider open in reaction, and I just couldn't stop myself from slipping a finger down between my legs to rub at my clit through my knickers. I was shocked and ashamed when I felt just how wet they were, but then I shrugged that off and just got on with it, as Chris started licking and slurping at the underside of my foot, lavishing it with as much care and attention as any husband would do with their wife's face, which was starting to drive me mad with lust once more.
But then maybe half a minute later, when I could feel my climax start to really escalate again, I felt something that me cry out loud!
"What are you doing? … Stop!" I instructed, as I tried to pull my lower foot from his grip, which Chris was rubbing up and down the length and the head of his cock, from which I could feel constant dribbles of pre-come. But I was too lost in my own soaring emotions to resist for long, and I think in the back of my mind I wanted this too, I wanted him to finish this off as Dougie used to sometimes, which was why I went quiet, let him own my foot for a while, and concentrated on my own rush of fresh feelings!
"You shouldn't do that, I'm married!" I groaned, trying one last time to put him off. "I can't have another man's spunk on me, I really can't!" But maybe this was all a bit too late now – his mouth on me earlier most definitely constituting cheating.
However Chris, who was as lost as I was now, simply ignored me, and angled my lower foot out a touch, until the groove behind my toes was sliding up and down the length of his shaft. Completely betraying what I'd been saying, I clenched my toes slightly, curling them over so they were more flush with the curve of his cock, which drew a few more groans from his mouth around the two biggest toes on my left foot, which he was now slurping on with wild abandon.
"Oh fuck, I'm close again," I sighed disbelievingly, while brazenly feather-flicking the tip of a finger across my clit, each contact making my whole crotch buck and jolt, as I completely gave in to what he was doing – and then went further – and started fully participating.
"So you want to … spunk all over my feet, Chris … is that right?" I asked nastily, as I slid the same stiffened finger up and down between my massively swollen lips, which resulted in it becoming saturated in my own copious wetness.
He moaned his acknowledgement around my toes, then slithered his sopping tongue up and down between them, which nearly made me cream right there and then.
"You want to jack off against my foot until you can't wait any longer … and you start emptying your balls all over them, is that right?"
A few desperate grunts, and the quicker rubbing of my foot along his shaft and his head, told me this was true. I think he was shocked at how compliant I'd become. But not as shocked as I was – I never talked this way, never ever, not with my husband, and not with any of my long term boyfriends before that. Maybe it was because Chris was a stranger that I could do so, could say things as they were, and drop my language right down to the level of the gutter. But even despite that, I still couldn't believe what came out of my lips next, and what I did.
"Well maybe we should use both feet on your cock, Chris," I suggested simply, reluctantly drawing my toes from the warmth of his mouth, before pushing my foot down to join the other one next to his cock.
"Fucking … hell!" he cried, as I angled both knees out and pressed the soles of my feet snug against his cock, and then began sliding them up and down as a pair, wanking him with them.
I'd not even done this with Dougie all those years ago – the girl I'd shared some foot-play with years after, told me about it, and described how much she and the guy's she'd done it with had enjoyed it.
"Feel nice with the silky soft soles of my feet rubbing on your cock, Chris?"
"Yeah," he grunted.
"My lovely warm feet?"
He nodded, and started fucking his cock through the tight grip I had on him, the effect I was having quite empowering, and arousing too I'm sure.
We both groaned together seconds later when a thick spurt of pre-come spat out of the tip of his cock and landed on one of my out-turned soles, which straight away aided in the lubrication of the dirty interaction we were sharing.
"Good boy," I sighed rather sarcastically, before tilting my right foot upwards until it was parallel with his still steadily fucking cock. He grunted loudly each time the head of his cock butted against
my toes at the top, which I'd curled right over to form a barrier for him to fuck against. "You got any more of that sticky stuff to give me in a bit?"
"Shit … yeah!" he groaned, sounding almost desperate now, thrilled at the hugely erotic sight of his cock between my feet, a vision he maybe craved his whole life, but only today getting the chance to see it play out.
"Fuck them faster!" I urged, holding my feet nice and steady for him. The dirtier I spoke and acted, the more turned on I felt, as I rubbed faster and faster at my clit with my stiffened little finger, until it had become a bit of a blur along it.
He did as I said, his breathing becoming more desperate and ragged almost straight away in response.
"Your cock feels so good between my feet, Chris – so hot – so stiff – and so full of spunk… am I right?"
"Oh, fuck!" he grunted.
"Oh, fuck … indeed!" I gasped back, feeling my own climax drawing really close as well. Then I stroked my finger even firmer up and down the deep groove of my pussy lips, bringing shivers of excitement there, and a fresh slew of sticky juices, before telling him what I really wanted. "Come together with me!"
"I will!" he gasped out loud, sounding as though he was close to shooting his load already.
Faster and faster I frigged myself, the jolting of my legs from him fucking my feet adding an unpredictable movement, which further stoked the sensations firing off in my crotch. I was so wet, and so hot, and so lacking in shame right at this very minute. All I cared about in the world right this second was sexual pleasure, and the orgasmic climax of it for me.
"I'm gonna cream myself again … soon!" I warned, clamping my feet tighter around his shaft, the furious jolting from his thrusts now doing amazing things to my whole body, even causing my hugely erect nipples to graze roughly across the inside of my bra, which felt absolutely magical I confess, firing off fresh pangs of pleasure to add to the rest I was feeling.
"Me too," Chris groaned, as I saw his hands reach down, his fingers desperately itching to take a grip on his cock.
"Toss yourself off over my feet if you want," I gasped, giving him permission to do just that.
"Oh, thank you!" he cried, straight away taking a firm grip on his cock, while using his other hand to cup my feet together in front of it, ready to receive his load.
I couldn't believe I was doing this – allowing a complete stranger to jack himself off over my feet – but I wanted it to happen so badly now, and was even desperate for it I confess; to feel the first few wet spurts of his seed on my skin, which would be enough to finish me off again.
"Oh god, be quick!" I cried suddenly, as my crotch started to throb and pulse with renewed anticipation, as I teased a finger inside the leg-hole of my knickers to touch my bare flesh there, moaning with delight as I slid the rigidly-stiffened tip up and down the length of my sopping slit, stroking and fingering it easily and expertly, as only a woman knows how.
He grunted at my whorish behaviour, his fist becoming a mad blur on his cock, while he used his other hand to tilt my feet further down, to fully present the tops, and all ten toes, into his firing line.
"Go on!" I snarled, teetering right on the very brink now.
"Ohfuck!" he cried then, as he quickened his strokes even more, and brought the head of his cock in really close to the tops of my feet, "here it comes!"
And then he grunted loudly a few times, his perfect wanking motion beginning to falter more and more with each one, until finally he could hold back no more.
"Fuuuuuck!" he shrieked, whipping his clutching fingers back and fore along the top third of his cock. And then the slit in the tip suddenly exploded with the first few spurts of his sticky seed.
I cried out loud for the second time this lunchtime when I felt the first splattering of his spunk set down against my lovely soft skin – the thick, sticky spunk of a complete stranger! But that's what made it so exciting and so arousing too, and what sent me tumbling right over the edge of my next climax.
"Oh Chris!" I exclaimed, my body writhing in total ecstasy, while watching the tip of his cock fire out the next few shots of his release, the thick strings of spunk arcing sideways across the gentle curves of my insteps, and then flopping down above the front of my foot, just stopping short of the toes. For these he reserved the next few shots, which he fired directly onto them, even forcing the tip against the heady groove between them a few times, just as the next thick rope fired out.
I came hard on feeling the warm, sticky seed of a stranger squeezing and oozing between my toes, my juices flowing quickly for a few seconds, flooding the front of my gusset pretty strongly, as my body was taken by sudden convulsions and contractions, and as my mind became almost overwrought with arousal, the like of which I'd barely known, and which I almost didn't know how to deal with, after years of monogamy and simple, married lover's sex.
"Oh shit, you dirty bitch!" he shot at me then, on seeing me start to squirm my toes together, squidging his sticky mess between them, which made a wonderfully disgusting noise I have to say. But I felt I had to do this – some spark in the back of my mind made my body do this. And that same spark made me turn both feet in and press the underside of both sets of toes against the head of his cock, and wriggle them around it, which drew a few bonus spurts from his cock, some of which arced up into the air before splatting messily across my neatly pedicured nails, which looked absolutely perfect I thought, after which Chris fell away from me, totally and utterly drained.
But my orgasm tumbled along for a good while after, waves and pulses of rhythmic heat and lust taking me on a rollercoaster ride of arousal. I rubbed my feet together, smearing his thick, sticky deposits around the surface of my skin, rubbing it all over my feet, until practically every inch was shining with some of it, and I too peaked, another brilliant white light searing across my mind, blinding it almost with rolling, multiplying pleasure, which caused me to scream out at the top of my voice, and then to collapse back heavily on my coat, my feet slamming down hard on the carpet in tandem – completely done!
*
Chris fixed the problem with my shoe in about two minutes flat, and didn't charge me a penny for it – although I think that was the least he could have done to be honest, based on events earlier.
"See you again sometime maybe," he commented as he unbolted the door and pushed it wide for me.
"Maybe?" I replied happily, although actually thinking that shoe repairs were much more straightforward when I dealt directly with the owner. But then just before he shut the door after me, Chris really put the cat amongst the pigeons.
"Geri doesn't start here Tuesday's 'til two, if you're … you know … if that's more convenient for your … repairs!"
His comment caught my breath.
"I can't really – with work – you know how it is … Chris!"
"I know," he replied, smiling knowingly and sweetly. "Have a nice afternoon!" And then he closed the door of the shop and disappeared inside.
It was a nice afternoon, even if I did become a little distracted a few times, thinking of what could potentially happen back at Geri's on a Tuesday morning. But once is daring, any more than that would set me on a very slippery slope indeed!
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