A Footjob and Cum Bath for My Morning Orgasm
I lay in bed, my mind still half asleep, but my body craving release. My hand slipped between my legs, feeling the heat and moisture building with each stroke. As I began to pleasure myself, a familiar presence entered my thoughts. The carpet, always loyal and obedient, remained by my side, waiting for his chance to serve me.
The morning sun shone through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. The carpet knelt at the edge of the bed, his back arched in anticipation as he watched me masturbate. His eyes were filled with desire, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of pleasure at the thought of using him in such a way.
I pushed the carpet's head down towards my feet, feeling the roughness of his hair against my soles. He moaned softly as his lips and tongue made contact with my sweaty toes. It was a sensation he knew well, for it was often the first act of service he performed for me every morning.
As I neared my climax, the carpet's head bobbed up and down, his tongue tracing the lines of my arches. His hands reached up, fingers entwining in my hair, urging me to ride his face harder. The pleasure coursed through my body, washing away the last vestiges of sleepiness.
I cried out, my orgasm hitting me like a wave. My body shuddered, and I collapsed back onto the bed, my breath coming in ragged gasps. The carpet stayed where he was, his eyes locked on mine, waiting for his next command.
"Stand up," I said, my voice still hoarse from the intensity of my release. The carpet rose slowly, his erection still standing tall and proud despite the recent attention it had received.
I took his cock in my hand, feeling the warmth and weight of it in my palm. I leaned forward, lowering my mouth over the head of his shaft. The taste of him was familiar and intoxicating, and I sucked him deeper into my mouth.
My other hand reached down to my feet, and I began to rub them against the carpet's chest. The sensation of my bare feet massaging his skin was almost as intense as the feel of his cock in my mouth. The carpet moaned, his hips bucking against my face as he let out a long, low groan.
As his breathing began to steady once more, I pulled away and stood up. The carpet remained kneeling, his eyes never leaving me as I walked towards the foot of the bed. I reached down, grabbing the dildo from the bedside table. It was small and slender, perfect for the tightness of my passage.
I positioned myself over the carpet's face, feeling the coolness of the room against my bare skin. The carpet's tongue flicked out, tasting the drop of moisture that leaked from my folds. His hands reached up, gripping my hips tightly as I lowered myself onto the dildo.
The sensation of being filled was both strange and intoxicating. I began to move, the carpet's hands holding me steady as I rode him. His moans became louder, more insistent, and before long, his orgasm hit him hard.
Hot cum shot from his cock, landing on the carpet below him. I let out a soft moan as the warmth of his release filled my senses. The carpet's hands moved up to my feet, massaging them gently as I rode out the final shudders of my own orgasm.
With a final groan, I collapsed onto the carpet, my body spent from the morning's activities. The carpet remained where he was, his cheeks still flushed with the memory of our encounter. As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn't help but smile at the thought of our unusual, yet intimate relationship.
