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Erik

I do what she says with a thundering heart and a rapidly swelling cock. I didn’t think it was possible for my dick to grow any larger, but the way Inessa orders me around gets me every time.

I guess I’ve learned a lot about myself in the few weeks since she’s been in my life.

I drop my shirt , shorts, and briefs into a hasty pile and get to my knees again. “Like this?” I don’t know what to do with my hands, so I hold them awkwardly at my sides.

Inessa slides to the edge of the sofa, her long legs bare and tempting.

“Behind your back.”

I do as I’m told.

My cock is standing out from my body, so swollen and thick with blood that it’s too heavy to rise more than horizontal .

When Inessa lifts one perfect foot and traces a single toe up my thigh, my muscles jump and pleasure surges up my spine. That simple touch from her is enough to scramble my senses.

By the time I realize what she’s doing, she already has one foot on either side of me, sliding them up and down my length. I never would have thought a foot could feel as good as this does. Inessa has the most beautiful feet I’ve ever seen. Petite and lovely. Shapely toes which taper into tiny points with pretty pink nails. My own ugly clodhoppers look ridiculous next to hers. But I think she could touch me with any part of her body and I’d be ready to come in my pants after a few seconds.

Lucky I’m not wearing any pants, I guess.

A toe curled over the tip of my cock makes me gasp. I can’t even look anymore without exploding, so I shut my eyes tight and grit my teeth as she teases and works my shaft and tip with all ten delicate toes.

Oh fuck.

It’s too much.

But I can’t come yet. She hasn’t told me I can.

I’m shaking so badly when she pauses, it takes me a moment to realize.

“Lie down.”

“Hmm?”

“Lie down, Erik. You look like you need to.”

I hastily do as she says, avoiding making eye contact, a little ashamed of how quickly she’s brought me right to the edge.

“You like this.” There’s a smile in her voice. Now I’m not making eye contact because I don’t want to embarrass myself when the sight of her smiling down at me tips me over .

I groan as she trails soft toes up my thigh.

She hesitates just as the big toe of one foot reaches my balls. “Don’t you?”

“Yes, Inessa! Yes I like this. Please don’t stop.”

“Do you like it when I tell you what to do?”

She slips one foot beneath my cock and rubs up the shaft with the other, trapping me in a firm grip.

A garbled sound flies from my mouth. Somehow I keep my hands by my sides, though I’m desperate to reach up and touch her pretty foot.

“Do you?”

“Yes, Inessa.”

“Then open your mouth.”

My eyes blink open as I do what she says, just in time to take in the sight of her beautiful foot descending toward my face, toes curling to slide into my open mouth.

I groan at the first taste of her.

Fresh and clean with the slightly salty taste of her skin and the floral perfume that lingers in the back of my mind even when I’m not with her.

Oh stars, thank you!

I’d like to speak, but I’m too busy sucking on her delicious toes, going mad from the movement of the foot she still has riding up and down my aching cock.

After a few more minutes I’m whimpering.

Slick drips from the end of my cock. I feel it in the way her foot slides over my swollen flesh.

I’m going to come. I’m going to. There’s no hope for me now .

With every skillful movement, every time she presses my cock into my belly and slides the foreskin over the tip, I can barely remember my own name.

With regret, I twist my head away from her foot to tell her. “Inessa, please. I—”

Too late.

It hits me all of a sudden. With the weight of three shipping containers full of goods, pleasure slams into my lower belly and sucks away my breath.

It steals my words and my wits, and I’m left shaking and spurting, making a mess of Inessa’s foot, my belly, the carpet.

When I can finally bring myself to look at her, I wonder what I’ll see.

I expect disdain, disappointment.

Instead, what I see looks more like flushed amazement.

“I’m going to come?” I finish lamely.

She actually laughs.

The sound is breathless, throaty. Perfect.

I’ve never heard a sexier sound in my life.

“Yes, you did. Didn’t you?”

We stare at each other for a moment.

Then slowly, as if she’s not sure what I’ll do, she lifts the foot covered in my sticky spend from my cock and raises it to my lips. “Then you’d better clean your mess, hadn’t you?”

There’s never even a question in my mind about how to react.

I draw this foot into my mouth as greedily as I did with the last. The salty musky taste of myself only adds to the sweet flavor of her skin. I suck the last of my come from her big toe and grin. “Just give me a minute and I could be hard again and you can ride my cock to make yourself come. I won’t move a muscle. I promise.”

Her pale cheeks flush.

It’s then I notice the hand stuffed inside her pajama shorts. “I already did.”

I blink up at her in wonder.

She did?

I sit bolt upright so fast my head spins. I only just remember in time to stop myself simply pouncing on her. “Oh, please let me clean that up too. Please?”

I think she’s going to deny me.

After all, that was hardly an impressive performance.

Only I’m aching for the taste of her pussy. Her sweet and salty perfection. So much that I forgot myself.

Instead, Inessa pulls the hand from her shorts and holds it out to me. The fingers are glazed with a clear slick that smells delicious and feminine and addictive even just coating her hand.

I lean forward with an open mouth and slowly take them onto my tongue.

The sound that comes from me is not a voluntary noise. There’s no longer any doubt in my mind. That rich, subtle flavor is my proof.

Inessa did like that too.

So maybe I’m not the only one that had a new kink unlocked today.