Footwork

"Just lay still, Blue," you say, "This is something I've wanted to try for a very long time and now I've got you for it."

You slowly extend your leg forward, your silk-clad foot brushing up against the side of his dick. Blue's eyes widen and he squirms nervously, starting to pull back but you stop him with a glare. "H-hey," he gasps with frustrated helplessness, "What do you think you're doing?! Given how clumsy you are, you're gonna wind up stepping on me!"

"I am NOT going to step on you," you growl, "And you are NOT going to move unless I tell you to. You lost this time and are in MY power. So you're going to have to trust me."

Blue's face twists into a grimace at your words but he remains still as your foot returns to his member. You smile at him as you wiggle your toes, brushing them up and down the length of his cock, enjoying the feel of his body heat and the throbbing of his flesh through the barrier of your sock. You bring your big toe up to the crown of his member, swirling it around the tip and pulling a groan from {Rival Trainer}'s mouth. "Red..." he says, "This... feels weird."

"But you seem to be liking it," you reply, letting your toes slide up and down his length again, "you're rock hard."

"Because I'm nervous about you klutzing out," Blue snarls as he looks away from you again... even as his hips buck in the direction of your foot during your last stroke.

You chuckle as you shift your foot around, rubbing the sole along the base of his length, your heel just barely touching his ball sack. He shivers and while he doesn't fully turn his head back toward you, his eyes do notably drift down to your foot nervously. "I dunno," you purr, watching his face grow more and more flush as you stimulate him, "you've made use of so many of my other body parts to get off, why wouldn't my feet do the job for you too?"

"Because it's... stupid..." Blue replies, though his body tenses and he is only half-successful at suppressing a moan as you curl your toes around and use them to tease his cockhead, swiping them back and forth over his tip.

"Or maybe you're scared to admit that you like it when I'm in control," you say as your foot returns to rubbing the underside of his cock, "For all that making me a squirming, babbling mess of orgasms that you control makes you blow your load, it doesn't compare to this, does it?"

Blue tries to respond but his words are cut off as a fresh moan escapes his mouth and he forces himself to look away from you fully once more. Your smirk grows and internally you feel a bit surprised at just how much you're enjoying this as well. It's not like you didn't enjoy when he fucked you senseless, but being on top did have its appeal too.

You then decide that perhaps it's time to put your poor Rival/fuck buddy out of his misery. You move your right foot over to the side of his member and raise your left foot, pressing it against the other side of his cock. You lightly press your feet together and begin sliding your feet up and down, Blue moaning loudly as you begin jerking him off with your soles. He grits his teeth, hissing between them as he still refuses to look at you but each stroke of your feet seems to make his eyes glaze over more and more, his breathing growing more and more labored as you do so.

"Red... Red..." he finally squeaks, his voice almost a whisper as his lust fights his shame, "If... you keep goin'... I'm... gonna..."

This only makes you increase the pace of your actions, your grin growing toothy as a very nasty thought enters your head that you decide to indulge. You pay very close attention to his moans and hip motions and, at the exact moment you see him tense and hear that telltale grunt that he's about to cum, you shift your feet to the underside of his cock, pushing it towards him.

Blue is too caught up in the sensations of his release to notice that you've aimed his member back at him and so he is unaware as his cock begins spewing its load... all over him. Rope-like strands of his seed splatter on his belly, some reaching his chest and one even arched high enough to hit his chin. He falls fully onto his back, looking up at the ceiling as he catches his breath. You give him a few moments to do so, removing your feet from him and standing up to admire your work before reaching over to your desk and picking up your camcorder.

As Blue comes out of his daze, he looks down at himself and realizes what you've done with him. "Ah, goddamnit, Red," he groans, "This is gross!"

"And here you say it looks good on me when you've given me a facial or come all over my breasts," you reply, aiming your camcorder at him, "And speaking of things you do to me..."

Blue growls under his breath, looks up at the camera and grumbles, "Red was here. Blue is her fuck toy."