Secret Foot Toy**

Growing up I was never into girls and my summer vacations i was all over the place with my grandmother or aunts and one summer I stayed with my aunt and I had three cousins and they were girls And the oldest cousins had long tan legs and she was really beautiful and a couple of years older than me and one night at dinner she put her feet on my lap and she was moving her feet around trying to get my cock hard and it didn't And the next night she whisper in my ear and said don't wear your underwear and I didn't know why until I felt her bare feet rubbing my cock and my cock stuck in between her feet and my cock started getting hard and looked on face she knew I get horny and then

The house was stifling by the third night of my summer stay with my aunt. Too much sun, too much humidity, and three cousins breathing down my neck while I tried to pretend I didn’t notice the way clothes clung to their bodies—or the way they kept staring at me. The oldest, Sarah, had legs that went on forever, all golden and lean, the kind you could wrap your whole fucking hand around without leaving a bruise. She lounged in a cut-off jean shirt, the material soaked, cupping against the weight of her tits as she leaned forward. “You gonna wear something to bed tonight?” she’d smirked after dinner, her nails tracing idle circles on her bare thigh, bare except for the condensation tracking down her skin. I’d shot her a narrowed look, my cock already half-hard under the table. “Why?” Her lips parted slow, dark brown eyes glowing. “No reason. Just wondering.” The pause was deliberate. “Won’t take long if you need help.” --- That night, I didn’t. The air conditioner hummed, barely cutting through the steam from her shower. Her door was cracked, and I pressed my ear against the thin wood, listening to the rhythm of her breathing through the heady mixture of shampoo and sweat. When I slipped into her room, she was already naked, towel-drying her hair, her back to me. I didn’t even touch her first. Just slid beneath the covers, close enough to feel the heat rolling off her skin, to smell the floral soap linger on her hair. She didn’t hesitate. The towel dropped. “Thought I’d let you do the work.” One leg draped over mine, the soles of her bare feet pressing into my chest. I caught a second before she let the other leg drop down, thighs parting just enough to hook her ankle over my hip. The toes of her right foot slid lower, then stopped at the waistband of my shorts—still on, since I *had* worn something to bed. She hooked the toe under the fabric, her grin sharp in the dark as the wet, rough scrape of her nail along my shaft made it twitch fucking out of control. “You sure you don’t want help with that?” she panted, shifting closer, until her toes were all I could see, all I wanted.

The waistband pulled tight as she yanked my shorts down without warning, the cold air hitting my skin while her toes dragged across me. I groaned, already fully hard, the head resting against the wet warmth of her instep. She let herself sink lower, so close I could feel the brush of her nipples against my thigh when she pressed her hips forward. “Fuck, how’d I know you’d be this easy?” Her left hand found my knee, fingers gripping until the nails bit in. She didn’t let go as she rolled onto her back, ankles crossed high, the space between her feet dripping with honey-scented lotion. One leg slipped down, then up, her feet moving in slow circles above my waist. I couldn’t stop staring—the way her thighs flexed with each lift, the heat of her between them like a furnace. “Wear something again next time,” she ordered, foot dropping lower and catching the underside of my balls. “I like how you squirm without it.”

The bed groaned as Sarah arched her back, fingers clawing into her own thigh. Her breath hitched when her heel pressed hard against my hipbone, and I knew she could feel the way my cock jerked, trapped between her feet. “Good thing you’re *hard* for this,” she whispered, leaning up on her elbows. The angle changed everything—the wet slide of her arch brushing against me, the way her calves tensed with each deliberate flex. Lotions and oils had been replaced with something slicker, something warm and pulsing. I swallowed, watching the way her toes curled around my throbbing length. “What if I’m not?” Her mouth twisted. “You *will* be.” The foot above me inched lower, nails trailing down my inner thigh before she hooked them around my sac, the pressure just shy of pain. “But tonight? You’re *mine*.” Her other leg lifted, higher, tighter, and I groaned when her toes dipped between my cheeks. Not a touch, just the threat of one—of her sliding down, of her knees dragging over my skin, of her body taking over mine entirely. Instead, she let her sole press against the inside of my thigh, the heel angling toward my trapped cock. “You really don’t get it, do you?” She shifted, the soles of her feet sliding together just inches from my face, the muscles in her calves flexing as she rolled her legs back to their original position. “I don’t care that you don’t *want* to. I just need you to.” I reached up. My fingers found her ankle, bare skin soft and fragile beneath my grip. She watched me, dark eyes flickering with something dangerous, something *hungry*, as I pulled her closer. The head of my cock rested against the underside of her left foot, the arch of her right pressing into my thigh. Her skin burned hot where the lotion had dried, the calluses she’d left behind from weeks of bare feet dragging against the couch, the floor, *me*. She let out a slow exhale as I pressed my cock between her feet even harder, the muscles in them flexing against me. “Sarah,” I rasp, my fingers tightening on her ankle, “fuck.”

And then she said take your finger's and rub the tip of my pussy and I started rubbing her pussy and I felt her warm juicy

Her breath came fast now, the scent of it thick with the same need that was clawing at me. “There’s a good boy,” she laughed, low and rough, watching me move my fingers in tight, desperate circles over her clit. The heat between her thighs was unbearable, the slickness of her soaking pussy so thick it ran down my wrist in sticky trails. I slipped a finger inside her, knuckle-deep, her walls already tightening—*fuck*, she was soaked. The pressure was too much, the way she rocked her hips against my hand too hot, too fast, and I let go of her ankle to drop my free hand down. My thumb found her back entrance, rubbing slow and deep, testing the tension. “Oh, *fuck*,” she hissed, her thighs clenching tighter around my wrist. The angle twisted, my finger curling upward as she groaned. “Don’t stop, don’t *stop*.” Her nails dug into my shoulders, breath coming in ragged pants, the wet pull of my digits inside her too raw to hold back. I added a second finger, stretching her open, the way she twisted against me making her lips slide wetly over my palm. Her fingers tangled in the hair at my temples, her hips grinding harder, the slickness now dripping onto my chest. When I pressed my thumb inside her ass, her body jerked with a sharp gasp, but didn’t fight me. “You’re gonna take it, aren’t you?” My cock was trapped between her feet again, the underside of her right arch teasing the head as she writhed. Her free hand dropped to my knee, the nails digging in. “You’re gonna come for me no matter how easy it is.” She let out a broken laugh, her legs locking around my wrist as I fucked her pussy with my fingers, my thumb circling inside her ass. The sounds she made were messy, wet, too much—all of them driving me closer. “*Mine*,” she panted, her hips rolling in frantic circles. “Let me see you come—*fuck*, don’t hold back.” Her left foot flexed, the underside of her arch grinding against my cock. I groaned, the pressure too good, too *much*—and then her voice hitched, her thighs trembling as the first quake of her orgasm locked my fingers inside her, her pussy milking me in hot waves. Sarah let go with a shudder, her breath ragged, her feet falling open. I reached down, my thumb catching the wet mess dripping between her legs before I lifted it up and found her lips. “Clean up.” Her eyes half-lidded, dark brown and heavy with lust. “You’re not done with me yet.”

And then she said you ever gave your cock to any girl and then I said you are the only one and she you want to put your cock in my creamy pussy and I said

Her lips parted just enough to let out a rough exhale, the words sharp but buried beneath the shuddering heaves of her chest. “*Only*?” The tilt of her head was all challenge, the muscles in her calves still loose enough that one of her feet trailed along my spine, nails grazing the skin there like a warning. I swallowed against the knot in my throat, my thumb still pressed against her, the slick heat from her last orgasm making it easier now. “Only *ever*.” Her foot stopped, hovering for a second above the bed before her toes hooked lightly over my cock, just a tease. “Prove it.” The first nudge of her heel against my balls was rough, just like she said she needed—no patience, just demand. I groaned, hands sliding up her thighs toward that soaked pussy again, but she pulled back with a laugh. “Not yet.” She shifted, knees locking against the mattress as she arched, letting her free foot circle my wrist. “Get rid of your damn hand.” Her voice dropped, breath slowing into something sharper. “I want to feel you.” I moved quick, my fingers leaving a slick trail as I dragged them free. The weight of her legs was the only thing keeping me from bucking up, my cock already aching with a deep, desperate need, every pulse begging to be buried inside her. Instead, she straddled my lower legs, her weight hot and pressing. “Fuck, this is—” She bit down hard on her lip, her nails digging into the back of her own wrist as she steadied herself, the soles of her feet sliding together against me. “You’ve got just the right shape.” I watched, jaw clenched, as she let go of herself and flexed, the way the wetness of her pussy dragged along my stomach, the slick heat of her inner thighs teasing my aching cock. The first deliberate roll of her hips had me grabbing her knees, fingers biting into the soft flesh, the need for touch too much to ignore. “Sarah.” My voice was raw, the sound of her own slickness between us already too much to resist. “I’m not gonna last.” She laughed, sharp and breathless, then lowered just enough that her mound pressed flat against my cock. “That’s the point.” The slide of her, of her wetness against me, was too soft now—too *alive*—and I groaned low, hands dropping to her hips as I rocked her against me, the wet heat of her skin seeping through. “You like that?” Her fingers found my chest, nails scraping down. “Too much.” I lifted her just enough to catch the head of my cock between her soaked lips, the drag making my thighs shake. “Fuck, you’re killing me.” She let herself down hard again, her pussy grinding against me in slow, deliberate pulls. “Then let’s make sure we both die.” Her voice was a whisper, her hips rolling in time with the way she dragged her feet against me, skin burning, heat too tight. I grabbed her ass. My fingers dug into the soft, yielding flesh, pulling her closer. “I’m not—wait, *fuck*—” The last word died in my throat when she let go and her foot slid up, the sole of it pressing against mine as she leaned forward and pushed. One of her knees locked against my hip, the other dragging up my thigh before she arched again, her body moving over mine in a slow, grinding rhythm. “That’s a good boy,” she purred, her teeth catching my earlobe. “You can do better.” Her free foot dropped low, hooking over my hip before her toes scraped along my skin, lower, lower. When she pressed her heel against my ass, I groaned, my knees flexing beneath her, my cock already aching, slick with her. The angle forced something deep inside me, every drag of her pussy against me making my vision blur. “Sarah,” I gasped, fingers tightening on the bed. “I’m not gonna—” “That’s the idea,” she growled, her nails digging into the back of my thigh. The first sharp thrust of her hips pushed something tight and wet inside me again, the feel of her too raw, too much. And then her teeth found my shoulder, a hot, biting pressure that had me nearly coming apart, my cock already leaking against her. “Jesus,” I bit out, my fingers finding her hip again. “Please.” She didn’t answer, just rocked her soaking cunt against me, her teeth dragging along my skin, her nails biting deep. And then, just when I was ready to lose the last part of my sanity, Sarah shifted, her pussy finally dragging her free, wet and hot against my own swollen need. “That’s a good boy,” she whispered, her fingers finding the bed again, her voice dark with a need I could feel even through my own desperate haze. “You’re gonna take that big cock and make it feel like home.” Her leg settled against my hip, knee pulling me open, and then I felt the hot touch on the inside of my thigh, something wet and warm circling around the base of my cock. “Sarah!” My voice nearly cracked, the pleasure too hot, too sharp. She pushed harder with her tongue, her nails still digging into my skin as she worked me open. “Let me in.” Her breath was hot against my ear. “Or I’ll pull it all out and start over.”

As my cock in her warm juicy pussy the feeling made me crazy and I held her cheek so tight i just wanted to keep my cock in her

Sarah’s lips stretched around the head of my cock, her tongue working the underside in rough, possessive strokes. The first press of her teeth was enough to make me groan, the wet heat of her mouth swallowing the head just as her cunt tightened around its base. “*Fuck—*” Her voice was muffled against me, the words lost in the way she dropped her head down, taking another inch. The drag of her tongue was too much, the way her pussy locked around mine too good, and when she pulled back, just enough to circle her lips around the shaft again, her nails bit into my hips—*hard*. “Good boy,” she moaned, her free hand sliding down to catch my cock before it slipped free. “Keep *pushing*.” I obeyed, my hips thrusting up in short, sharp bursts, the way her wet throat strangled me making my vision blur. She let me in deeper, her fingers clawing at my thighs, and then, when the head of my cock bottomed out in her mouth, she swallowed—*deep*—the hot pulse of her throat making me shake. “Sarah,” I gasped, my fingers tangling in her hair, pulling her up just enough. “I can’t—you feel too good, I—” Her nails dug in again, teeth scraping lightly over the underside of my cock as she took the last warning breath and locked her lips around me. Her pussy sucked, too, the tight heat pulling me in as she sank down hard, the sound of my own slickness filling the room. The first sharp quake of her orgasm had her gasping against me, her throat working my cock like it was a lifeline, her fingers clawing at my skin as she came undone. Her legs shook around mine, her pussy milking me in hot, rough waves, and when I groaned, my hips bucking up into her, she tightened—*hard*—her teeth cutting into my thigh. “That’s it,” she panted, her voice raw and needy. “I want you to *fill* me up when I can’t take another inch.” And then she let go, her legs falling open as she arched, her body taking me deeper than before. The wet heat of her wrapped around every inch of my cock as she twisted, her nails dragging over my skin. When she bit down on my shoulder, the sharp pain was enough to force a rough groan from my throat, every thrust of my hips making that tight, suffocating cunt drag harder around me. “Sarah,” I groaned, my hands moving to her hips. “I can’t hold back—you’re gonna make me come *inside* you.” She laughed, a sharp, breathless sound, then locked her lips around mine, her tongue pushing deep as her cunt dragged me in—*everywhere*—the way she rocked her hips against me making it impossible to pull back. The first sharp shudder of my orgasm had me biting down on her tongue, my hips bucking up into her and then holding *still*, buried deep in the warm wetness of her, my cock already pulsing, already spilling inside her. She didn’t let go, her pussy dragging up against me as she took every last drop, and when she pulled back, her lips were swollen, slick, her eyes half-lidded with a dark hunger that was still too sharp to ignore. “You’re mine,” she whispered, her teeth finding my neck. “You can’t ever leave now.”