Footjob - Normalized

"Do you know what a footjob is?"

"Mhmm. . ." she mumbled like she had a thought in a dream.

"Can you do one?"

"Yes. . ." she nodded. Bingo.

"Mia, you have to make me cum with your feet. This is nothing weird for you. Understand?"

"Yes, I'll make you cum with my feet," she said in monotone. Just those words made you even harder, your dick tight in your pants.

"Excellent, Mia. Just make sure that no one else notices. When I say, it's time, Mia; you will wake up from your trance."

A moment passed. "It's time, Mia."

She lifted her head, looking around confused. Seems like she doesn't retain memories from trance.

"I told you it wouldn't work," she said picking up her phone again. Maybe she was right. Before you could think much further, she proved herself wrong. You felt a small foot, slowly stroking your jeans covered shaft, pressing against the fabric.

You gathered your thoughts from the sudden surge of lust. "Then what happened a moment ago? You were just in a trance."

"I- I just fell asleep for a moment. . . because of boredom," she said and shook her head in frustration. "By the way, could you unzip your pants?"

"Why?" you asked.

She sighed, like the fool you were. "Because it makes it easier for me to jerk you off with my feet, stupid."

"Aha, okay," you complied. Your penis stuck out from your underwear. Her dexterous sock covered toes instantly got to work, rubbing the head with vigor and skill. You readjusted yourself to handle the pleasurable unending motion of her feet.

She looked you in the eyes from the other side of the table. "Just so you know, you don't have to hold back for me. Just cum when you're ready."

You groaned. "Don't you find any of this. . . weird?"

"Not after your fake hypnosis fantasy. I'm just making you cum."

"But don't you find that strange?"

"No, it's not like we're doing anything crazy, I'm only milking your cock," she said and swirled her big toe on your sensitive spot."Enough talking, already. The tea water is getting cold, just focus on cumming, okay?"

Not a hard thing to do. You were already close. But footsteps walked inside the room, your heart skipping a beat. Clarice looked at you both and picked up the boiler. "What about the tea?"

"Yeah, we forgot. Could you warm it up again?" said Mia. The tablecloth was long enough to cover what was happening below.

"I guess," Clarice said and put the boiler back on the stove. Her eyebrows pulled together in concern. "Are you having fun?"

Clarice was more right than she knew. This entire sleepover must be very important for her. You felt a little bit bad for abusing it. Mia spoke up. "Not at all. Jamie bored me to sleep with his hypnosis-shit."

"Oh. . . Okay." Clarice said, dumbfounded.

"Clarice, be a good girl and get me the striped saucer. I have to finish something," she said, tapping at her phone and stroking you with her soles. You were glad that Mia was talkative, you struggled to hold back your noises.

Clarice's face lit up. "S-sure!"

She bent over and pulled out the bottom counter, her hands scrambling through the plates. You shut your eyes for a moment, closing out all other stimuli. Mia cleared her throat and retook your attention. She was throwing her head towards Clarice, trying to direct your gaze.

Clarice's yoga pants were skin tight, showing every curve of her butt. You looked back at Mia. She was looking at her phone again, but when she noticed you, she pointed at Clarice's ass. Clarice fell on her knees, down to a doggy style position. Each time you returned to Mia, she directed you back to Clarice. It became apparent. Mia was knowingly using Clarice to give you fap material. "I can't find it. . ."

"Keep looking, I know it's there," Mia ensured. You lifted your side of the table cloth. Her sole was a blur, smearing pre-cum like lubrication. You let go of the fabric. The top half of Clarice was inside the drawer. Her ass was high in the air, wiggling side to side. Below the gray material, you could see the outline of her pussy. As innocent as she was, she didn't understand the show she was giving.

There was no turning back. You felt it build inside of you. Mia must've noticed since she increased the pace. Before long, your hips moved on their own. Mia put her sole over the top like a lid and used the toes of the other foot to massage the edge. You exploded right into her sock, catching most of it, only a few drops falling to the floor. You let out a moan, and Clarice turned around. "What's the matter?"

"I'm just tired," you lied, taking heavy breaths. Clarice seemed to understand, returning to her search.

"Forget the fucking saucer. If you can't find it, I'll have to do it myself. Go to the freezer and grab some beers instead," Mia said.

"R-right," Clarice said and went out the door. Mia made sure Clarice was out of sight, and then pulled her nimble foot up to her mouth and started licking it clean.

"About time. . . felt like my foot. . . would fall off," she said between the licks. When she saw you staring, she growled. "What are you looking at? Go change in the bathroom; I'll clean up in here."