lots of play

Then Tony said the most wonderful words.

"Turn around."

Although my backside was already missing his attentions, I dutifully obeyed.

"Did you just get waxed today?"

His question startled me. "Yes, why?" I panted.

"Your skin is still pink. That must hurt like hell."

"It did, well at first. Now it's just a little... raw?" I said, still gasping for breath.

"You're quite beautiful." He said as he rested a hand on my inner thigh "May I?" he asked again.

"Of course," I smiled, parted my legs slightly and waited to see what new pleasures he planned with his touch.

Tony slid his hand up my thigh to my wet crevice. With just the tips of his fingers, so lightly that I couldn't be sure all the time that he was touching me at all, he circled my swollen clit and gently massaged my labia. He is first touch brought an audible gasp which I no longer felt the need to hide, his second caused my abs to convulse. After a few stokes of his talented fingers I could barely stand, and I was clutching a rail at the bottom of the glass just to remain up right. My eyes were closed and my mouth open as I was lost in the wonderful sensations he was giving me.

A finger slid into me. I was so wet and willing I hardly noticed the difference at first, I mean, it was hard to tell when my drenching wet slit ended and my drenching wet fuck hole began, but once he was up to his knuckle in me it was clear. My body reacted by squeezing down on this invading flesh, which earned a comment from Tony "Damn you are so fucking tight."

His finger found a sensitive spot by massaging the front of my inside and it felt so good I gasped and bent over. My tits ended up on either side of Tony's face and my arms lay on his shoulder and back. He leaned his head to one side and kissed the nipple he found there as he continued to finger my pussy.

I was off balance and about to fall when Tony said, "Maybe you should sit down."

He stopped fingering me and kissing my nipple long enough for me to make it on wobbly legs back to the couch.

I sat up straight, but lifted my stocking clad legs and feet, still with heels on, off the floor and sat more on my thigh that my tush. I didn't want to get my wetness all over the leather.

Tony took a throw pillow from behind him and added it to the one already behind me. "Why don't you lay back and relax Jennifer?"

I knew it wasn't a suggestion. I slid down the couch towards Tony until I could lay my head and shoulders on the pillows, tossed out my hair, and lay back. My knees were bent and, in the air, but I was comfy.

"Um, let's do something about this." Tony smiled as he took first my left leg and gently placed it a top the back of the couch, then my right, which he removed my shoe from and just held in his lap. My pussy was as open before him as it ever had been for my doctor. I could not believe how comfortable I had become with wantonly showing a near stranger my pussy, tits and ass.

He began with his thumb massaging the arch of my foot and it felt almost as wonderful as when he was fingering my pussy.

"You'll want to wear more sensible shoes tomorrow." Tony advised.

We were like that several minutes as he massaged my foot, then, with my stockings still on, began sucking on my toes. This too was new to me, but it felt very nice. Soon he was unclasping the garter belt and sliding the stocking down my thigh and calve. Along the way his fingertips touched me so lightly it tickled until the stocking was gone.

Holding my foot in one hand he lightly ran his finger up and down the arch, which tickled and caused me to giggle a bit. Seeing the impact, he did it more until soon I was spasming. I tried to pull my leg away, but he held it firm. I could not sit up to stop him and he continued steadily on. Just as I was about to have a panic attack he stopped and returned to sucking on my toes.

The effect of being tickled, followed by having my toes sucked, the contrast between the tension of one and the relaxation of the other, left me feeling as though I was nothing more than a puddle of sexual juices. A current of my goo was steadily oozing from my pussy.

As his tongue swirled around and between my toes, and in the groove between my toes and my foot, I imagined doing the same to his cock. Before, giving head was something I had done only because it was expected of a girlfriend. Now I gasped, my eyes closed, as I dreamed of sucking on the head of his dick and sliding my tongue around it. I could not wait to taste his manhood.

The two guys I had given head to before varied in their level of preparation. Sometimes they were soapy clean, but other times they had me suck their cocks that had been sweating in blue jeans all day and tasted of sweat, pee and the dried sperm and precum that had leaked from their 18 year old dicks as they lusted after myself and other girls throughout the day.

I hoped Tony's cock was more like the latter. I needed him to keep degrading me. Getting me to dance for money, eating my asshole, sucking my feet and tickling me. I hoped he fucked other dancing slut whores before me today and tasted like their nasty fuck sauce dried on him. I was ready for him to fuck my pussy and make me suck him clean as he came in my mouth. I wanted his cum to taste bitter, not sweet, and to be hard to swallow. I wanted him to **** it too deep and make me ****. I would let him fuck me in the ass if he wanted to, so willing was I to be debased by Tony.

He did none of those things however.