Brian's Story

One particularly fun Friday night, she had gotten a manicure and pedicure for Saint Patrick's Day. Her finger and toe nails were a bright green. Her thumbs and big toes had shamrocks on them.

She showed me her perfect size six feet and asked me if I wouldn't mind giving her a foot rub. Of course I said yes and began rubbing her feet. Her cute holiday pedicure had me fascinated. She had rubbed her feet on me during sex and I had sucked her toes occasionally while I was fucking her. But tonight, I went all out.

As my hands were rubbing up and down her sexy little foot and kneading into her flesh, she started moaning with her eyes closed.

Emily told me how good it felt as she laid across the sofa in front of me in her jeans and school polo shirt from casual Friday at work.

I just went for it; it may have been the lucky shamrocks on her big toes. I started soft, kissing along the bottom of her tootsies, waiting for her reaction. She giggled and smiled at me.

Then, I took her big toe in my mouth and swirled my tongue around it. I was in heaven. She wasn't stopping me. During sex is one thing, but just during a random foot rub, most girls would get weirded out. My ex practically screamed when I mentioned having a foot fetish, which never allowed me to experiment or enjoy it with her.

Emily started moaning more and I ran my tongue across the bottom of her perfect little toes and in between them, taking the time to suck each one with genuine care as I continued kneading her flesh.

Emily was getting turned on, rocking into the sofa a little and moaning more so. I pressed my luck and started nibbling on the soft balls of her foot, then down the sides and over her heel.

She was laying there, letting me have my way, giggling when I would tickle her and moaning when it felt good. Her cheeks started getting a little pink.

"You're really good at this, I've never had a foot massage like this," she whimpered. "Do you have a foot fetish or something?"

It was now or never.

"Yes, Emily, I do." Her eyes opened and she looked at me. "Does that bother you?" I asked her, and then took as many of her little toes as I could in my mouth.

"No, no. Not at all. It feels really good, do this whenever you want," she moaned.

I thought I was in heaven before, but this was even better. I remember thinking "I have the best girlfriend ever," as I brought both of her feet up to my mouth.

She had wiggled her jeans down to her thighs and slipped her hand in her panties. She started masturbating for me and herself as I feasted on her adorable feet.

I couldn't believe she was this into it, rubbing and wiggling her toes against my cheeks as she fingered herself. This was one of the most glorious things in my life. I just hoped she wouldn't get bored with it.

She never did.

Emily gave me my first true foot job later that night. She couldn't stop giggling at first, unsure of how to do it. So I helped her along, recalling things I had imagined or seen in porn. She asked if we should put warming lube on my cock, it was a grand gesture.

Her toes wiggled along my shaft, and the top of her foot ran up and down the underside. I quickly began groaning as she got the hang of it, experimenting on me. I wanted to close my eyes but I wanted to watch more.

One of her feet would come around the front and hold my cock up while the bottom of the other would trail up and down the other side and over my cockhead, wiggling her toes the whole time. Her big toe made circles against my frenulum. I thought I was going to lose it, then even more so when she ran her toes back and forth over the slit of my cockhead. I'm sure I looked like a groaning mess.

All of the sudden, Emily put the bottom of each foot on both sides of my cock and said, "Stroke yourself with my feet."

That was one of the hottest things I had ever heard. I immediately obeyed her wish and held her toes and heels together and worked her feet up and down my shaft. I wish I could have seen the look on her face when I exploded all over her feet. My eyes opened back up to see my seed dribbling over her toes and all over the tops and bottoms of her feet.

I had tasted myself many times before and I figured, what the hell, we were already doing kinky things tonight. I started eating my cum from her feet.

I looked at her face as I did it and she gasped, "Brian! Do you like tasting your own cum?"

I nodded and said, "Yes," as I sucked her toes clean.

"You're such a naughty little boy," she giggled. "I'm going to make you eat it out of me next time you cum inside me."

She had tuned into another one of my hidden desires.

"I would love to," I said with a smile and cum stained lips.

Emily let me finish cleaning her feet, and then we made out, sharing the taste of my seed.

Emily didn't lie, the next night when we fucked, I came inside her and she said, "Get down there naughty boy and clean me up."

"Yes, Mistress," I said. It just came out of my mouth. Little did I know I would be calling her that countless times during our relationship.

She wasn't the type of domme who tortured me physically, but mentally and I ate up every minute of it. She would tease me almost constantly when we were together, not letting me cum until she said so.

One of my favorite things she would do is give me a foot job under the table while we were out at dinner. She would look into my eyes and raise an eyebrow, and I would know to pull out my cock. Emily would go to town with her feet under the table. When she sensed I was getting close her feet would disappear. Then, later in the car, she would give me road head, stopping again when I got close. By the time we got back to her apartment I was going nuts. It was awesome.

Pretty quickly she told me that I wasn't allowed to cum during the week until I saw her again. I was totally okay with that. My cum was hers. I loved saving up my loads for her and I knew that she would take care of me.

I was becoming her bitch boy, feeding off her whims and wishes. It was everything I had ever wanted, and it got even better.

Emily took care of me outside of the bedroom as well of course. She went out of her way to make me feel special. I don't think all guys would enjoy getting flowers delivered to their work, but I did. Every month anniversary we celebrated I would come into the office with flowers, candy and maybe a teddy bear on my desk. Some of my co-workers teased me about it, but I loved how she showed her feelings for me. I still get that lovely surprise today.

We had met each other's families and we all got a long really well. She even bandaged up my niece one Saturday afternoon after she fell off her new bike. Emily was such a sweet nurse to her, bandaging up her scrapes and kissing each one of them. I watched as she did that and my heart melted. My sister told me that day that I should never let Emily get away. I promised her I would do anything I could to keep that from happening.

When I got sick, Emily waited on me hand and foot, well as much as she could without living together. I came down with the flu at the end of the summer. It came out of nowhere. The new school year had just begun and Emily was extremely busy, but she didn't care about that as much as me. During her short lunch breaks she stopped by my parents' house and brought me homemade soups she had made the night before. My mom was a delightfully jealous. As soon as the school day was over she would come back to tend to me, not caring at all that she could get sick. She sat in bed with me and kept the rag on my head cool, between trips to the bathroom to put fresh water on the rag she was working on school stuff. When she finished her work for the night we cuddled together until it was passed the time for her to get back home.

That just names a few things Emily did for me.

We had been together for almost ten months when my birthday came around. She got me quite the gift.

Inside the elaborate wrapping, complete with a handmade bow, was a strap-on. It was hot pink, silicone and rubbery and one of the best dildos I had seen that was modeled after a real cock. It had a nice give to it. I found out it was nice and bendable. She didn't get one that was ridiculously big. It was about seven inches and had realistic veins and a nice bulbous head.

I didn't know if this was for me to get fucked with, or just her, or the both of us. I really hoped it would be for both of us.

"Do you like your present, sugar?" Emily asked me, stroking my hair and smiling.

I nodded, still unsure who got the most benefit from this gift.

"You know I love your cock, even though it's on the small side. But I thought it would be fun for you to fuck me with a bigger one," she grinned devilishly.

I don't know why, probably because I am a fiend for humiliation, but a fresh rush of blood was sent to my cock when she said that. It came out of her mouth so sweetly. There was a reason I called her my "sweevil," a mix of sweet and evil, Mistress.

"I would enjoy that very much," I said as I pulled it out of the box and started putting it together.

"There's one other thing," she said in the same soft tone that she knew got me going.

"What's that?"

Emily's finger trailed up and down the cartilage of my ear as she spoke, "I'm going to fuck you with it too. You're going to be my good little bitch boy and take a cock bigger than your own in your ass."

I groaned. "Yes, Mistress." I paused for a moment, then couldn't help but ask, "How is it that you know me so well and are able to pick up on all my secrets?"

She answered simply, "Because I'm your sweet Mistress and more importantly your girlfriend. Now come fuck me with your big cock, birthday boy."

We raced into her bedroom and stripped ourselves naked in a flash. Emily helped me put it on while my small erection stood beneath. I looked down feeling ashamed but so very turned on.

Once I was strapped in, Emily dropped down to her knees in front of me. "Want to see how a girl sucks a real sized dick?"

I'm sure a lot of people would say that the way she talked to me was mean. Sure, it was, but I know she's always teasing me and though she might have made fun of my cock size just now, she loved every bit if me. I also know that she loved sharing this new side of her with me.

"Yes, please," I said, looking down at her with wide eyes.

"Well, it's been awhile since I had a cock like this, but I'm sure it's like riding a bike," she winked.

Of course since this wasn't my real cock I couldn't feel anything, but it was still quite hot to watch. She grabbed onto the back of my thighs and pushed me into her face and the pink dildo disappeared inside her mouth. I couldn't help but imagine watching her do this to a guy with a dick at least this big.

She worked her face side to side and grinded her nose into my belly. I started humping her face and moaned at the sight before me. She was able to stick her tongue out and lick against my shaft with her mouth wrapped around the pink one.

She pulled back and spit up on the strap-on and jerked it, "Oh god, that tastes terrible," she laughed as she continued spitting.

Her mouth moved down and licked my erection then swallowed it easy, sucking hard in the way up.

Emily hopped back up on to her feet with a big grin. "Go lay down."

I went to her bed and laid down on my back with a pink cock standing up on my upper pelvis, thankful for the soft fake leather of the harness that allowed me to be erect underneath it without any pain.

She had disappeared back to the living room and returned with our beers, taking several sips of hers.

She set the bottles on her cherry wood dresser, "Oh, that's so much better," she chuckled, drowning the terrible silicone taste from her mouth.

Emily hopped up on the bed next to me and rubbed her hand over her bald pussy, "Good thing I'm nice and wet for that big cock."

Emily always got extremely wet. Sometimes she would make me stop fucking her for a second so she could wipe herself with the sheets, giving us some sort of traction.

Emily bent down to kiss me and whispered, "You're not allowed to cum until I fuck you with the strap-on. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress, anything for you."

She kissed my lips again, then scooted down on the bed and mounted my pelvis in reverse cowgirl. I loved this view. She looked over her shoulder to me so I could see her face as she lowered herself on the cock.

"If you get close, tell me to stop what I'm doing."

I wasn't sure yet of what she was referring to, but I nodded anyways.

Emily moaned loud as she passed the length of my erection and kept filling herself up. I felt her hand come around to the underside of my organ as she grinded with the fake one deep inside of her. Her hand pushed me up against her slit and against her clitoris.

My girlfriend started bouncing on the fake shaft, tossing her head back and moaning with deep satisfaction as the pink cock dug deeper inside her than I could possibly hope to.

As she rode it, my erection got smeared with her hot juices and teased her clit.

"This big cock feels so fucking good inside me," Emily groaned.

I watched her cunt wrapped around the pink silicone dildo as she bounced on my pelvis. Her hair fluttered on her shoulders and her ass was beautiful jiggling as it hit my flesh. I couldn't help myself and reached down and rubbed the bottom of her soft feet and tugged lightly on her toes.

Emily kept bouncing on me with fury. Her hips grinded into my pelvis and her juices ran down the fake dick and collected on the harness.

I felt like I was being used, but I loved that she was being filled. My secret kink for being cuckolded came to mind as she pleasured herself on a cock that wasn't my own little one, even if it was fake. I made a mental note to bring that up some time.

Emily spit several times into her hand and wrapped her fingers around my stunted shaft. I let out a groan as she started pumping my erection in time with her thrusts on my pelvis.

She kept squealing when she slammed down on me and screamed, "I've missed being filled this much."

"I know you have, Baby," I guess the time was now because it just slipped out, "we should find you a guy with a big cock to fuck sometime. I'd love seeing you drilled and pleased."

She stopped riding, settling with the dildo deep inside of her. Her hand continued stroking my member as she turned her flushed face around.

"Really, you'd like that?" she asked, panting.

I licked my lips before confessing another one of my kinky desires. I don't know why I was nervous. I knew she wouldn't run away. She hadn't yet. But it's embarrassing to tell her things I haven't said out loud to anyone, except for people I used to chat with online.

"Yes, I would." I confessed.

Her hand started pumping faster on my shaft for several moments, and then slowed when she started gently riding again. She kept her face turned to me as we talked and her gorgeous hips rolled into my pelvis.

"You mean, like cuckolding?" Emily asked.

"Yes, exactly. You've heard of that?" I asked rhetorically. Emily always knew all the terms.

"Yeah, I fuck a guy while you watch," she said in a moan, working the fake cock inside of her.

I felt my orgasm approaching a few minutes later. I asked her to let go of me, and she did.

"So, you'd like to watch me fuck another guy in front of you? I think I could get used to that," she smiled and her hand clasped around my erection again as she started fucking herself as hard as she could.

"It would feel great to have a cock digging inside of me while I look in your eyes."

"Uh huh," I grunted.

"You want to see my face while a guy crams his cock into me, my naughty little bitch boy," Emily moaned. "That will be so much fun," she squealed.

I wondered for a moment that I might have said too much and this may make me feel thrown off to the side. But I knew that her heart belonged to me, and I would be the one she cuddled with after. I just hoped that I was right.

Emily continued grinding herself and bouncing on my harnessed cock as my mind wandered and I watched her please herself. Suddenly, she hopped off and threw herself down on the bed.

"Finger me, use your magic talents and make me squirt," she gasped.

Being the obedient boy I am, I quickly obliged her. I dug my fingers in her stretched tunnel and pumped her. I slammed my fingers into her slick hole as her fluids oozed onto my hand. She always looked beautiful but even more so as her orgasm took her over.

I pushed my fingers into her spongy g-spot and massaged her hard as I knew she liked. My thumb circled her clit. I felt her walls milking my fingers, squeezing them tight and loosening. I kept pushing on, wanting to see my girlfriend squirt for me.

Her cheeks turned red and her chest heaved. Her flesh rose up in goose pimples and her eyes rolled back. She went silent as she always did just before squirting. I pulled my fingers out quickly and an arching gush of girl cum squirted out of her.

I dove down to catch some of the rush on my face and feasted on her sensitive genitalia as she shuddered and moaned. Emily has the sweetest nectar I have ever tasted. I lived for it. I craved it. I licked along her folds and flicked her clitoris until her hand pushed me away.

"It's time for my sweet boy to get fucked," Emily said after she caught her breath.

We both got up from the bed and I took the strap-on off. Emily gathered the sheets off the bed and quickly threw them in the wash so that they would be done by the time we would go to sleep.

I grabbed a few gulps, finishing my beer while she was gone. My cock was still standing at attention and I got out the lube, not the warming kind. We had made that mistake before when I fucked her ass.

Emily returned and stepped into the strap-on. The straps hung off a lot further on her. She was so much tinier than me.

"Alright, naughty boy, lay down again," she said pointing at the bare mattress.

I laid down across it, my back settling against some if her juices that sank through the sheets. Emily pulled my legs apart and popped the lube open. I sat up on my elbows to watch her.

It was extremely erotic watching my girlfriend smear lube on the pink shaft. Her hand worked up and down, stroking herself with a cheeky grin painted on her lips.

I was too busy watching her to notice the fingers of her other hand had found my asshole and started smearing lube around it.

"Pull your legs back as far as you can, like I do when you're fucking me," Emily said softly.

I reached down and hooked my hands under my knees and pulled my legs back as far as I could. Emily helped and pushed on the back of my thighs with lubed hands, curling my back even more. Then her finger started to push into my hole. We had done some anal play on me with her fingers before, so the pain was minimal.

Emily worked my ass open with one finger, and then two. As she stroked her fake cock, I held my knees back as close to my chest as I could.

"Tell me you want my cock in your ass," Emily snarled, looking down at me as she sat up higher on her knees.

"I want my Mistress' cock in my ass, please. Your naughty boy wants it so bad," I pleaded with her. I knew how much she liked hearing me beg.

Emily bit her lip as she grinned down at me. I couldn't see much, but her fingers pulled out of my ass, and I assumed she had held her cock to push it against the entrance to my hole. She placed her other hand on my stomach and rubbed me softly as I started to breathe harder.

"Brian, sweetie, you've gotta relax, I've taken cocks up my ass several times before. It doesn't hurt as bad if you relax." Emily tried her best to calm and soothe me. "Can you relax for me? I don't want to hurt you."

I nodded, forcing myself to take deep breaths, looking up at her sweet eyes.