Chapter 3

He came in hard with a kiss, diving his mouth straight between my legs without any warmup, his lips wrapping around my clit with a strong, relentless suck, his tongue swirling in quick, firm circles, the salty-sweet taste of my own desire flooding his senses as I arched my back, a guttural moan ripping from my throat. His oral was intense, almost feral, his stubble scraping the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, a rough texture that sent sparks of pleasure mixed with a sweet sting, making my belly clench in waves, the heat spreading like liquid fire through my whole body, my nipples hardening even more, tingling in the air. His hands gripped my thighs hard, fingers digging into the soft flesh, leaving red marks that I felt throbbing, a possessive hold that pinned me in place while his mouth worked tirelessly, sucking and licking, his saliva mixing with my wetness, slick and hot, every flick of his tongue sending electric shocks that made me tremble, the pleasure building in my lower belly like a ball of tension ready to burst.

Then, while his mouth kept up the delicious assault, one hand slid slowly down my legs, squeezing my calf with firm, rhythmic pressure, the muscles there relaxing under his touch, a soothing tingle that contrasted with the intensity of the oral, making my body surrender even more, my thighs spreading wider involuntarily to give him better access. He moved his hand to my feet, fingers wrapping around the arch of my right foot first, massaging with surprising skill, his thumb pressing into the sole with deep circular motions, the calloused texture of his hands against the soft, sensitive skin of my feet making me sigh with unexpected pleasure – it was deliciously relaxing, like he was melting away all the built-up tension there, the nerves in my feet waking up with a warm tingle that climbed up my legs and connected straight to my core, amplifying the oral, making every lick feel more electric. I felt his fingers tracing the curves of my toes, squeezing each one lightly, the gentle, exploratory touch sending shivers that blended with the throbbing in my clit, the sole of my foot pulsing under the massage, hot and sensitive, like it was an erogenous zone of my body I’d never explored like this. The room now smelled like pure sex and sweat, and I was lost in it, my whole body vibrating, the pleasure from the oral adding to that foot massage that left me limp and aching, my inner contractions tightening in a growing rhythm, pushing me to the edge of cumming, the orgasm approaching like an inevitable wave, my moans getting louder and more desperate as I writhed on the bed, clutching the sweat-soaked sheets.

Then he rose slowly, his eyes wild and his cock throbbing erect like a spear, pre-cum glistening on the swollen head, and me, still panting on the brink of orgasm, couldn’t take it anymore – I grabbed his cock with my trembling, hungry hands, feeling the scorching heat pulse in my palm, thick and heavy like a promise of delicious destruction, and started teasing it against my open, soaked pussy, rubbing the head against my swollen lips, spreading my sticky, salty honey all over his shaft, a crude, urgent back-and-forth that had me growling like a bitch in heat.

“Fuck, that… rub it there, shit,”

I moaned, my voice hoarse and unfiltered.

The control slipping away in a mad crescendo of excitement, my body twisting on the bed, nails digging into his thighs as I guided his cock faster, teasing my throbbing clit with the head, sparks of pleasure exploding in my belly, making everything slick and noisy, the wet sound of flesh against flesh echoing in the room like a dirty symphony, my pure sex scent invading everything, sweet and musky, mixed with his sweat dripping onto my navel.

Things got more energetic, more vulgar, I lost total control, rubbing hard.

“Come on, fuck me with the tip, you naughty fucker, drive me crazy!”

I was muttering curses under my breath as his cock slid in and out just at the entrance, stretching my inner walls that clenched desperately, a burning emptiness begging for full filling, my heart pounding in my chest, my legs shaking like I was about to explode. Him kneeling between my spread legs, he grabbed my feet with possessive hands, lifting them to the level of his face, and brought them to his mouth without hesitation – first he sucked the toes of my right foot, his hot, wet tongue wrapping around my big toe, sucking with a greedy pull that made me laugh from the initial itch, a ticklish tingle that climbed up my sole,

“Haha, stop, that tickles like hell!”

But it quickly turned to pure pleasure, the sensitive nerves waking in hot waves that connected straight to my clit, making my pussy pulse harder as I kept guiding his cock inside, thrusting just the head and pulling out, rubbing against my plump lips, the movement now synced with his mouth on my feet.

He thrust slowly at first, me guiding with my hands, pushing my hips up to take more of him, feeling his thick cock stretch everything inside, filling the emptiness with a throbbing heat that made me moan loud.

“Deeper, fuck, wreck me!”

And me pulling out suddenly to rub against my exposed clit, the volcanic friction sending shocks through my whole body, my inner walls contracting in vain, wet and starving. Meanwhile, he sucked my soles voraciously, his tongue tracing the arched curves, licking the salty sweat and soft skin, the earthy, slightly tangy flavor he devoured like it was the best feast, nibbling lightly at the pink flesh of the sole, teeth sinking in just enough for a sweet sting that turned to electricity, making me arch my back and push his cock deeper, the mad crescendo now a hurricane of sensations – residual itch in the toes as he sucked them one by one, swirling his tongue between them, sucking like they were mini-cocks, the wet, hot touch sending shivers up my legs and exploding in my pussy, mixing with the cock I guided in and out, rubbing against itself in desperate circular motions, the scent of feet mixed with sex filling the air, a primal, dirty aroma that drove me even crazier.

He was rubbing my feet on his face now, his cock still thrusting hard guided by me, me pulling out to slap my clit and diving back in.

“Fuck, that’s too good, suck more!”

I shouted without shame.

The control evaporated in a vulgar frenzy, my feet pressing against his face, feeling his stubble scratch my sensitive soles, a rough texture that itched deliciously at first, licks that made me laugh and moan at the same time, but soon turning into intense pleasure, his fingers massaging the arches while his mouth bit the heel, licking and sucking, the heat of his breath on my feet radiating through my whole body, connecting to the cock that I now shoved all the way in, feeling his balls slap my ass with a wet smack, the rhythm speeding up in an insane crescendo, my belly clenching, the orgasm approaching like a tsunami. He rubbed my feet on his cheek, his nose, inhaling the scent of my sweaty, aroused feet, biting my pinky toes with sharp teeth, sucking the whole soles like they were a secondary pussy, and I came right there, exploding in a hoarse scream.

“Fuck, I’m cumming, don’t stop!”

My body convulsing, my pussy walls clamping his cock in violent spasms, waves of pleasure tearing from inside out, from my throbbing feet to my brain, an ecstasy that left me limp and shaking, sweat pouring, the smell of sex soaked into everything, while he still pulsed inside me, drawing out the climax until I collapsed, panting and satisfied, his fetish becoming my new secret addiction that unforgettable night.

And that’s how I got addicted to someone sucking my feet.