Some footplay

You step off the bed and wink at her. “I’m going to fuck your feet.”

Arabella looks at you. Her complexion is pale, and her eyes are lazy. Your fingering has taken a toll on her. She sighs and rolls her head to one side, looking at you like she’s either high or half-asleep. “What?”

Your hands massage her long legs. There’s a thin layer of sweat over them, but you admire them nonetheless. A little sweat doesn’t take away any of the beauty in them. Your eyes travel down to her feet. She lightly wiggles her toes before she giggles.

“I don’t think you’ve done anything like that with me before. Have you?” Arabella’s voice is low, but she doesn’t say any resistance to anything you are doing still.

“Mm, I don’t know,” you murmur, grabbing her calves and lifting them from the bed, forcing her to touch your hard cock with the soles of her feet. Warmth surrounds your penis as they brush against you. “But there’s a first time for everything, right?”

Another giggle. It’s lazy, but she looks amused with what she’s seeing. She commands her toes to tease you. You both watch your cock slide between the sides of her feet. The sensation is much different from a hand and mouth, but it’s pleasurable, if not more, in some ways. Your mouth opens slightly with an awkward smile.

Arabella sees your expression switch and smiles too. She gives you complete control over her feet. “Do as you please~,” she whispers. “I’m here for your pleasure.”

Nothing needs to be said. Instead, you start throwing your hips into her feet, fucking them like they were made to be used in this exact fashion. Arabella’s eyes are transfixed on the motions you are doing. They pulse with wonder while her mouth curls in a snarky grin.

Your cock stiffens. You watch everything too, but it’s mostly the idea and the action that makes this more interesting to you. Every so often, you catch a glimpse of the fox, admiring her sweaty face and wild orange hair. You explore down her legs with one hand, alternating how you massage her.

“Oh,” she moans. “Master, your hands feel so nice down there.”

You blink– lost in your throbbing and massaging. She coos at you, slightly closing her toes around your shaft as you pull back. “You feel nice down there,” she giggles at her comment about your penis.

“You feel so big, too,” she continued. “I like the way your cock feels between my feet.”

“I like it, too.” You smirk, fucking her feet a little faster. You explore her legs more, admiring them more than any other time before. You’ve seen her in stockings, underwear– plenty of times just bare too, but you haven’t indulged yourself in feeling her legs. You almost regret that as you take advantage of the moment.

Her body moves slightly every time you thrust forward. Her mouth bobs too, but words rarely come out. Instead, soft moans come out to tickle your ears. Back and forth. Forward and backward. Your face feels flushed– you didn’t expect this little experiment to treat you so well!

The only thing you notice is that it’s a little rough. You pull back and let go of her feet. “Get on your knees,” you command. Arabella stares at you, not moving an inch. You repeat yourself with a little more energy behind your words, and she follows her order.

Her face is so close to your cock that you can feel her heat coming off of her cheeks. “Lube it up,” you say simply.

Arabella licks her hands before she reaches for your manhood. Then, she grips firmly on your rod and starts to stroke you. Every 2 or 3 passes, she spits on your penis and swirls her tongue around the tip. However, you’re so fixated on her feet that you consider all her handiwork and mouth tricks weak foreplay. As soon as she’s done her duty in lubing you up, you tell her to lay on her back and raise her legs. Like a dutiful slut, she does what she’s said, and you are soon humping her soles once again.

The spit on your rod was applied perfectly to your meat-spear. You slip-and-slide between her steppers. The same look on her face comes back as she watches you use her feet for the first time in a sexual manner. Every couple of passes, you look at each other, silently encouraging or complimenting one another like horny spouses.

At a steady rate, you start speeding up, increasing how fast you are fucking her feet. You want to say something but worry that you might stammer. So, instead, you let your actions speak for you. Arabella’s OK with that. She’s in love with what she’s seeing!

You use her feet to jerk you off; they’re soft and warm and fit around you uniquely. Her amber eyes watch, and she licks her lips hungrily. “You’re close, aren’t you?”:

“Yes,” you say. “Very close.”

“You should cum above me like that and let all that cum drip down,” she sticks her tongue out. “I’ll try to catch it! We can make a little game out of it~!”

Maybe there were different options at one point. Those options are gone now. You hump her feet faster…Your balls start contracting, and the thoughts in your mind begin to fade. All that matters is this orgasm and the girl beneath you.

All that leaves your mouth is a slight grunt when you start cumming. Arabella gasps as she feels the strands of hot sperm dribble down on her chest and chin. She sticks her tongue out in an attempt to catch some of the white treats that drop down her unsuccessfully, but she continues to moan anyway. She takes one of her fingers and collects her master’s spunk. She sucks her fingers clean, watching your penis flaccid between her soles.

When you lower her legs down, she remains on the floor.

“Fuck,” you laugh. “That was incredible.”

Arabella swings her legs around and stands on her knees, ensuring she’s collected everything. With a few licks and some playful sucks, she’s gotten two good mouth fulls of cum now. She nods and stands up. “I liked it~! I liked it a lot. Are we doing anything else before we have breakfast?”