Tired Feet

I heard the front door open then slam shut.

“My feet ache,” Nicky complained, stumbling into the living room. She looked tired.

“How was your day, babe?”

She dropped her handbag to the floor and collapsed onto the couch. “I’m knackered. Fucking knackered. My boss had me running around all day long. Arsehole!”

I went into the kitchen and poured her a generous helping of red wine.

“Thanks, hun.” She took the glass and swigged half of it down in one go, her throat undulating as the relaxing liquid slid down. “That’s hit the spot.”

“Your feet?” I asked.

“Ache like fuck. Be a darling and take my shoes off, will you? I don’t think I can muster the energy.”

I pulled the little walnut-effect coffee table towards the sofa. I sat on the edge, and took her left leg in my hands, holding it between my legs.

Nicky sipped a little more of her wine.

She was wearing a pair of black stilettoes with killer heels. How she wore them, I didn’t know, but I knew that she looked hot in them. The rest of her outfit was a dark blue jacket and skirt with a cream blouse. Her skirt went to the knee, but showed off enough of her toned legs to get me excited.

I unbuckled the straps of her stiletto and slid it off her foot. I ran my hands over her ebony skin, feeling the smoothness, the bumps, the curves of her calf under my fingers.

“Mmmmmmm,” I heard her say.

She wiggled her toes. Her toenails were dark red, like the colour of her lipstick.

I put it down and lifted her right foot. The shoe was removed and discarded. Again, I ran my hands over her foot, feeling the contours under my fingertips. Nicky laid her head back, a smile slipping onto her face. Her curly hair, long and dark, seemed to encircle her face and neck like a cushion.

“How’s that, babe?” I asked.

“Don’t stop,” she cooed.

I lowered my head a little and raised her foot to my mouth. Slowly, I flicked my tongue against the underside of her big toe. I took it wholly in my mouth next, sucking it tenderly.

“That’s nice,” Nicky said, her voice soft and dreamy.

I worked my way along her toes, gently taking each in my mouth and sucking it. All the time I was aware of the growing erection in my pants.

“This is turning me on,” I said.

The light caught her cheeks as she grinned. “Me too. I’m sooo wet right now.”

She finished off her wine with one final scoff. I almost ripped my jeans as I tore at the zipper so I could get my cock out. It stood proud in the evening light, waiting to be pleasured.

Nicky got on her knees before me. She wrapped a hand about my erection, squeezing just a little as she moved her hand with a slow motion up and down my shaft.

“That’s how I like it, babe,” I muttered.

She stuck her tongue out and ran it along the underside of my cock. I closed my eyes with a shudder – it felt so good.

I gasped as she circled the head with her tongue, leaving a wet trail of saliva. I put my hands to my sides, grasped the edge of the table and gripped tight.

Nicky looked up at me, a wicked glint in her eyes. She opened her mouth, wrapped her lips about my cock, and slid her mouth down it. She moved up, down, up again, down again, gobbling my erection.

Her beautiful hair tumbled down as she leant over more, moving her mouth up and down my cock with increasing speed. My erection was so hard. I wanted to burst into her, cover her with my juices.

“Baby,” I murmured.

I took my hands off the table and planted them about her waist, urging her to her feet.

She released my cock and I guided her to sit in my lap. She spread her legs, wrapping them about my back, her skirt riding up to her thighs with a soft hissing sound.

She put her arms about my neck for purchase, our faces close to each other. The smell of her perfume drifted to me, sweet and feminine. Beneath those luscious curls, I could see an earring poking through to be caught by the light.

I reached down and pulled her skirt up to her waist, revealing her white panties. I yanked the crotch aside with a tearing sound. I traced my fingers across her neatly trimmed black pubes. I loved the ticklish feel of them on my skin.

I slid a finger into her moist opening. Her breath was hot against my neck as she exhaled.

Nicky opened her mouth as I slid the wet finger in and she sucked her juices off it. She smiled. “I taste so good, don’t I?”

Again, I stuck my finger into her then tasted for myself. “Always,” I said.

I put my hands under her ass, lifted her up, then lowered her onto my cock. Her tight cunt sucked it in, grasping it like a vice. Oh my sweet lord, I thought.

I began to bounce her on my lap, slowly at first. She laced her fingers together behind my head as we bounced harder. The feel of my cock inside of her, pushing farther and farther into her with each bounce, sent shivers of pleasure through me.

“Oh baby,” I murmured.

“Fuck me harder,” Nicky whispered in my ear.

I bounced her even more, forcing my erection as far into her as I could go. The smell of her perfume, the smell of the sweat now dripping down her face, drove me wild.

Her cunt clenched my cock even harder. “Oh Goooooood,” she erupted, a shudder rippling through her frame as she came. Her breathing, harsh and quick, prickled my face and neck.

“Face?” she asked between breaths.

I nodded.

We stopped our movements. She clambered off me and returned to her knees at my feet. I grasped my erection, on the verge of orgasm, and tugged my cock with vigour.

Nicky put her face before my cock, mouth open, tongue out.

A few more tugs and I released with a moan.

My cum spurted out, squirting onto her nose and cheeks, leaving white streaks on her beautiful dark skin. With one last tug, I pumped the last of my sperm into her mouth. She licked her lips and gulped it down.

I was spent; my breathing slowed and my hard-on went limp. I zipped myself back up.

“Another drink?” I asked.

“Sure.”

I poured a glass for each of us. Nicky got a tissue to clean her face.

I kissed her. “Love you, babe.”

“Love you too, even when you come all over me!” Nicky grinned.