"...i'm a pro at this."

"...i'm pro at this." Continues Miranda, almost whispering.

"What?" Your aks confused.

"Want me... to show you? You have to keep quiet, though..." She ask quietly.

You nod frantically.
You must be dreaming.
That's the only logical explanation of what you just heard.

"If you have to do something, then do it at your best." She mumbles by herself.
"Sarah, can i have some oil?" Asks.

"Oil? Yeah, sure. I already took this one thinking of massages." Replies her friend throwing her a small red bottle.

Without esitation Miranda smears her beautiful feet and your dick with the scented liquid.
You'll have to get a present for Matt tomorrow.
And one for Tom.
It's unbelivable that all this is happening also thanks to that douche.

She leans back, resting on her elbows, and puts her feet around the base of your dick.
With her right palm she begins to rub the oil gently on your dick, starting from your testicles.
Her feet are cold but, the sensantion of her soft, little toes rubbing your skin...
You gasp as you feel her nails slightly scratch your ballsack.
God!

"Hey! I didn't start the timer yet." Point's out Sarah.

"Oh, it's ok. I mean she's clearly just getting set..." Intervenes Matt.

"Oh...yeah...the timer..." Says Miranda laconically.

"Whatever..."Says Sarah.

Your crush turns her gaze you, almost unexpressive.
Are you ready?
She seems to ask, rasing one of her brows.

Not even in your wildest dream, you could imagine a situation like this.
Well....you did, actually...
But this's a million of times better.

"Go!" Exclaims Sarah.
For what seems an enternity Miranda remains still, watching almost ipnotized ,her foot pressing your dick against your belly.
She lets the shaft slide between her streched big and long toe, aided by the oil and begin a slow regular movement.
Up and dow.
Up and dow.
Up, and again, down.
The grips she's capable to extert is unbelivable.
Her palm glides for all the leght of you dick and down to you ballsack, applying a costant pressure.
The sensation is something you've never experienced before.

You watch her in awe.
She is a surprise after another. First the lap dance now this.
Your crush surely has a wild side you didn't know.
Yet she looks so pure.
Even now, totally concentrated on her naughty task...
She's so beautiful!...and sexy!and...did she get implants?!

You realize that staring at her unusally full 36C breast and her flawless technique are quickly whipping your orgasm.
Pride imposes you to hold a bit longer, though.
Mrs Flowers saggy boobs.
Uncle Joe with a speedo at the last family reunion.
That video of a vasectomy that Matt made you watch last week.
Shit!
Nothing seem to work.

Resistence is futile.

You clench the padding of the couch under you and sink in it, in the attempt to flee from the upcoming humiliation.
You didn't last even a minute...

When all seems lost, Miranda lift her foot form your cock.
You draw on all your willpower, to avoid cumming as the fresh air brushes your burning skin.

"One minute."Says Sarah.

You look at your crush with gratitude, only to realize she was just switching her technique.
She pouts her lips and puffs to move a lock of her brow hair form her eyes, still focused on you cock.
Miranda's far from done with you.

Both her feet now pounce on your swaying, throbbing memeber, clenching around it mercilessly.
She picks the pace quickly, as to finish you off as soon as possible.
You look for her eyes, asking for mercy, but she seemes to be ignoring you.
A couple of strokes and you are back to the point.

The hell with it!
You fought and lost, you think to yourself as you lay back and close your eyes, trying to impress in your mind every detail of this marvelous dream.
The sound of her anklet jingling...
The scent of the oil emanating from your scraping, roused flesh...
The view of the most beatiful girl you ever saw...

"Miranda..." You gasp, as you open you eyes again.

She discloses slightly her mouth, licking her lips.
Her breath has become faster.
You quiver as your cum starts to steam in you testicles.
Miranda readily switches back to one foot, pressing again your dick aganist your belly.
Just a moment and your cum stats to dribble on your shaft and her shapely foot.
Her grips though, doesen't get affected.

The first, thick spurt of seed ends right on your belly, while you grunt and moan.
You're suprisend by the intensity of the squirts.
At each stroke more of your cum splatters on you, reaching even to your chest.
Now you're a sticky mess, but you don't care.
And even if you would, Miranda is in control.

Finally she looks at you, still stroking and squeezing.
Her gaze is so intense.
You can't help but whimper as, she milks you scrupolously till the very last drop.

"Time." Exclaims Sarah.

Satisfied?
She seems to asks as her face loosen up in a smug smile.
While you catch your breath, she draws back her foot and starts to clean it with a towel that Sarah handed to her.
Oil mostly.
She didn't get pretty much any of your cum on her foot.
You instead...

She smirks and throws you the towel, while she gets back to her place.
As blood starts to flow again in you brain, a number of questions come to you mind.
Where the hell did she learn that?... and how much hell of a practice did she make to get so good at it?
Also, why being so **** if she had already done it?
And more importantly...
How many other things she's hiding?

You look at yourself again.
The mess you made is unbelivable. Where the hell did you store all that cum?