Inspired by P.
I woke up this morning feeling a little deflated; it is been a while since I have seen my good little worshipper, and I need him to give me his time and attention, but he is been working for the past three weeks; thankfully, it is the weekend, and he is coming home, so I will have him all to myself for at least two or three days. As I wait patiently for him to enter, I am lying on my bed wearing a lacy see-through babydoll and thigh-high stockings. I know he loves to pull them off my legs and feet, so I am daydreaming about him petting my feet like the good boy he is. I did not hear the key in the lock, and I am too caught up in my imagination to notice his heavy feet approaching my bedroom door.
He must have missed me because he opened the door so forcefully. I suddenly realise that I was caressing my feet while thinking of him, and he looks at me with a hungry expression, as if he has not eaten in days and that my feet and I are his only food sources.
He walks slowly towards me as I lick my lips, dying for a taste of his delectable self. He comes to a halt at the foot of the bed, kneeling down to my feet, his eyes darkening; he knows what he wants, but he needs permission from his Goddess first. He wants not only my permission, but also my desire for him to worship my feet.
“Well, hello there, my good boy. What can your goddess do for you today?”
“I want, no, need to worship my Goddess.”
“And how do you want to worship your Goddess?” I playfully wiggle my toes in his face.
He licks his lips; I know he is desperate to taste his Goddess’s feet and toes; he wants to make love to my feet; I can see it in his eyes, and I am willing to give him what he wants; I need to feel him on me, my body, and my feet. And, like any good worshipper, they begin with the feet.
“I would begin by giving those sexy feet of yours the royal treatment, my lovely Goddess.”
“So, what is stopping you?” I teasingly say, “I want you to touch my feet, lick them, suck on them, and run those big strong hands all over them. If you do a good job, I will reward you generously. Will you do a good job, my good boy?”
He looks at me with hunger in his eyes as his eyes widen, indicating that he is aroused by what I just said to him. He edges closer to me while still on his knees. I enjoy teasing him about his wants and desires; he has always been fascinated by feet and anything related to them. Being the loving Goddess that I am, I enjoy providing for my good boy.
“Yes, Goddess. I will be the best boy you have ever had.”
“Go ahead, my good boy,” I said, winking at him.
He stands up and walks to my dressing table, picking up the massage oil I left on the table’s edge in case he wants to use it on me. With a smirk, he starts walking back towards me, his cock hard in his jeans. His jeans are getting tighter, and I can see the print of his cock prominently. With each step towards me, he teasingly removes one button of his shirt at a time. By the time he reaches me, his shirt is loose and hanging down his sides, revealing his sexy body covered in chest hair, which I adore and want to run my fingers through.
He climbs up on the bed next to me, kisses me sensuously, and begins slowly removing my stockings from my legs while savouring this unbelievably hot moment. I close my eyes and let him do whatever he pleases with his Goddess. After removing my stockings, he reveals my perfectly manicured feet, with toenails that are squared off at the top and painted a beautiful shade of red, red for seduction.
He breaks the kiss to admire my toenails for a moment before turning to face me and smiling.
“Did you get your nails painted especially for me?”
He asks, hoping that I did it solely for him, for his eyes to ogle and admire, knowing that he is the only one who sees them. I wait a moment or two before responding, allowing him to think about it, long for it, and practically beg me with his eyes to respond and end his suffering. I love the sweet desperation in his charming eyes, but I am not going to keep him waiting any longer.
“I did have my nails painted specifically for you and you alone. You deserve something nice to look at while you worship me,” I chuckle. “Now, be a good boy and put that oil to use.”
With a quick kiss on my lips, he moves down the bed to my bare legs and takes the lid off the bottle of massage oil. He pours it over my legs, leaving a generous trail from the top of my thighs to my feet, while gently massaging and kneading the oil into my skin. The sensation of his strong hands being delicate on my skin sends me into overdrive; I admire that no matter how masculine he is, he still has a touch as soft as a feather. Rubbing his hands all over my thighs, making sure not to miss a drop of oil and massaging it in as he moves closer to his ultimate goal.
After what seems like an eternity, he finally reaches my feet, and my body is so relaxed from his skilled hands on my legs that I am almost ready and willing to let him use my feet for his pleasure. But I remember he has to earn it; he is been gone for a while, and I have missed his touch; I want to savour it all. He slides off the bed and kneels in front of it again, this time taking my left foot in his oil-soaked hands and gently massaging the soles of my feet while placing my toes one by one in his mouth. He took his time circling his tongue in between my toes, teasingly working his tongue along the back of my toes, then moving to my right foot and repeating the process of massaging the sole of my foot and sucking on my toes.
Hearing his moans as he worships my feet turns me on, so I take a more hands-on approach as Goddess and begin telling him how to worship my feet.
“Run your tongue over the balls of my smooth, oiled feet, taking your time to feel every wrinkle in the skin.”
He raises his head and looks at me, wide-eyed. He has become more aroused as a result of my instructions, which let him know that I appreciate every tiny sensation he gives me with his tongue and hands. His jeans tighten against his incredibly hard cock, and I can not stop staring at the delicious outline it leaves behind. Following instructions, he pushes my feet together and begins licking the balls of my feet. This time, he starts with my right foot and moves straight over to my left, alternating between the two feet.
“Good boy, now continue down to the soles of my feet and then down to my heels; take your time and savour the taste of your Goddess’s feet. Do not miss a single part of them, my good boy.”
“Oh yes, Goddess. I completely understand,” he says, every word dripping with lust and arousal.
“Good boy, mmm.”
He roughly rubs his tongue up and down my feet, which is completely different from what he was doing before; I can tell he is getting hornier as he explores my feet. I love how I can make him feel this way simply by moving my feet. I let him continue for a few more minutes before beginning to move my feet away from his mouth, and he sighs deeply.
“Goddess, I thought I was worshipping your feet.” he says disappointedly.
“And you have been, but Goddess would like you to please her pussy; if you do, I will give you a large reward.”
He appears to want to ask me what the reward will be, but he knows better than to ask because I will not tell him, and he knows that I will give him exactly what he wants and needs, so he does as he is told. Running his tongue up from my feet, up my legs, and to my thick thighs, where they meet the crease of the pussy, lapping up the juices that had already spilt from my pussy due to his moans and groans.
Satisfied that he has absorbed all of my spilt juices, he finally reaches my pussy’s lips, licking up and down them while applying pressure, forcing my lips to open to him and allowing him to reach my twitching clit. He licks and sucks on it, causing my hips to buck, my head to fall back, and my body to melt under his touch. I can not stop letting out moans; he is hitting all the right spots and making me feel amazing. Then, with his mouth sunctioned around my clit, he inserts one of his fingers into my pussy and begins to slowly finger fuck it. The pleasure he is giving me is like nothing I have ever experienced before, and I quickly start to cum, squirting all over his attractive face and holding his head in place as I ride out my orgasm, waves and waves of unfathomable pleasure running through my veins like electricity.
I gaze at him with lustful eyes after I have recovered from this earth-shattering orgasm and say, “Well, my good boy, you have done such an excellent job that I would like you to remove your jeans and boxers and place that big hard cock between my feet right now.”
His jaw drops; I have never allowed him to use my feet to please his cock before, but I have missed him while he has been away, and I want to give him something special, like cum shooting from his cock all over my feet and legs. It takes him a second to register what I just said to him in his head before he removes his trousers and boxers faster than I have ever seen him.
I shimmy up the bed slightly to give him enough room to sit comfortably on the bottom of the bed, which he does, looking at me with pleading eyes and his hard cock in hand. I nod my head, allowing him to get closer, I wrap my feet around his cock while he holds the base, and I gently move my feet up and down the length of his cock as he lets out a loud groan, moaning at the pleasure he is experiencing. I continue to do this for a while, becoming increasingly turned on as his moans become louder and louder. I use the soles of my feet to tease the tip of his cock, rubbing his cum all over the base of my feet and using it as lubricant for stroking his cock.
He can not take it any longer and takes control, beginning to fuck my feet while I hold them still for him to use. He gets faster and faster between the soles of my feet, and his moans, groans, and growls send shivers down my spine. I can not help but run my hand down my body until I reach my swollen clit and begin to rub gently in circles, determined to cum at the same time as he does. I follow his rhythm, between him fucking my feet and me rubbing my clit, and we look each other in the eyes as we begin to cum in unison, our moans filling each crevice of the room and echoing together in perfect harmony. Streams of cum leave his cock, hitting my feet and legs as I squirt and mix with his cum on my legs; we continue to ride our orgasms out to fruition, our bodies trembling and our breaths labouring. Once I regain my breath, I take two fingers and mix our cum together, running them down my tongue before lunging forward, claiming his lips, and sharing the taste of our cum in one magnificent, magical kiss.
