The Footjob Virginity Series: A Longtime Friend's Indulgence
As I, bratty tickles, swung my slender legs off my bed and stood up, I couldn't help but let out a soft sigh of anticipation. The thought of initiating my longtime friend into the world of footjobs filled me with an intense sense of excitement – almost as if it were my own personal rite of passage.
I knew he wasn't particularly fond of feet, but something in his eyes told me that he was willing to give it a try. After all, who could resist the allure of my oily, wrinkly soles and long, slender toes?
I made my way over to my vanity and picked up the black pedicure kit I had prepared earlier. Running my fingers over the rough stone, I couldn't help but feel a thrill at the thought of him experiencing the sensation of my feet wrapped around his throbbing shaft.
I took a deep breath and moved towards the mirror, positioning myself so that my feet were in full view. My heart raced as I watched him take in the sight of my high arches and narrow feet, the oily sheen on my skin adding to the overall sensuality of the scene.
"Do you like what you see?" I purred, arching my back slightly to accentuate my tight ass and firm thighs.
His response was a moan, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of power at the thought of having this kind of effect on him. I knew that once he experienced the sensation of my feet against his cock, there would be no going back.
Slowly, I lowered myself down onto the floor, my legs splayed open in invitation. My narrow heels dug into the carpet, holding me in place as I reached out to take his hardened member in my hands.
The moment our skin made contact, I could feel his breath hitch in his throat. I began to stroke him gently, teasing him with the soft wrinkles of my soles and the occasional tickle from my long toes. I could tell he was getting closer, the warmth and wetness at the tip of his shaft a clear indicator of his arousal.
Finally, I could stand it no longer. I leaned forward, wrapping my lips around the head of his cock and taking him deep into my throat. The taste of him mixed with the oily scent of my feet, sending shockwaves of pleasure through both of us.
As I began to bob my head up and down, my feet gripped him tightly, tickling his sensitive flesh and making him moan even louder. I could feel his cum building up inside him, ready to explode at any moment.
With one last, long, slow stroke, I pulled back, my lips brushing against the tip of his cock before I released him entirely. His eyes widened in surprise as he felt the warmth of his cum splatter against the smooth skin of my oiled feet.
"Told you," I smiled, leaning back to allow him a clear view of my wrinkly soles.
And with that, a new foot fetishist was born.
