Absolute Devotion Ch. 01

"Do you know that last night my boyfriend fucked me, right after eight o'clock, and then we went out on the balcony for a cigarette and a glass of wine. We were probably out there for twenty minutes and then we went back inside and he fucked me again. He had no trouble getting his eight inch cock hard for me twice in twenty minutes."

"Just give me a minute," I said, still trying to beat my flaccid penis back to life.

Erica reached down and pulled off her right sneaker and sock. Then she slid her seat back and pulled her right knee up to her chest. I looked down to see her bare foot, with perfectly manicured hot pink toenails, long toes, high arches, and the most perfect heel I've ever seen.

"Oh... WOW..." I gasped and reached down to find my cock was completely hard.

"You have two minutes to cum or I'm leaving you here and you'll never see me again," she said. "Start slapping that carrot."

I started beating off furiously, feeling the sting from jerking too fast and hard without any lubrication. I was getting sore and tired but I kept going, at a furious pace while staring at Erica's gorgeous foot and drooling on myself.

"The legs were just an appetizer for you," Erica was saying while I beat off. "I see what really rocks your boat. I bet you would tear that little pecker out of its socket for the chance to kiss my feet, wouldn't you."

"YES I WOULD!" I screamed so loudly that people on the street turned and looked in the direction of Erica's car. As I screamed, I came, barely ejaculating more than a sorrowful little drizzle.

I fell back against the headrest of the passenger seat and closed my eyes. I tried to catch my breath, but I was hyperventilating and it took me a couple of minutes to calm down. After I did, and opened my eyes, Erica was looking at me with a smile.

"That was beautiful," she said. "Now I know how much you really want me."

She put her sock and sneaker back on and started up the car. She drove back to the apartment I used to share with Jean and let me out by my car.

"I want a love letter every day," she told me. "I want them by postal mail, not email, but watch your email over the next day or so. I'm thinking of sending you a present."