The Adventures of Madi Ch. 05

Mark seemed to have gotten the picture and began resuming his licking, a bit slower now. "Now that's the ticket," I thought as I leaned back on the couch, letting myself relax like I did before during his magical foot rub.

My obedient foot lover spent a good five minutes or so after that licking my tanned soles. I gave out a few quiet coos and enjoyed this real attention to my deserving feet. This was far better than walking around, knocking on mean people's doors. Next up on Mark's menu was my toes, my favorite part. I just hoped that he wouldn't go all apeshit crazy on them, as they were very sensitive, which was probably why I enjoyed having them sucking on so much. Veronica was a frickin' pro at it, I might add.

Thankfully, Mark had learned from his mistakes and gave my toes the equal and loving attention I craved. He did things differently with my toes. Veronica usually did each foot individually, while Mark went at all ten toes at once. What was the best was when he sucked on both my big toes at once, prompting my first moan of the night. That didn't end up being the last, as he kept sucking on my toes in sweet and loving manner. Still, he wasn't nearly as good as Veronica.

After my toes were toe-tally cleaned out, he set down my feet with a look that can be best compared to a little boy that just got his way with his parents over who gets the x-box next. He looked so happy and felt almost bad about it being over. Well, that was until he laid a new one on me.

"Madi, would it be too much trouble for you to give me a footjob?" he asked, as though it wasn't a huge deal or anything.

And that's when I knew I had made a huge mistake. "Ummmm...a footjob? Is that what you reeaalllly want there buddy?" I said, trying to play it off.

Mark could tell I wasn't digging this idea. "I think that's fair, since I AM paying for twenty magazines."

Now that made me pout a bit. He was trying to weasel in this footjob, using MY deal. In the back of my mind though, I knew he wasn't completely without reason. A single copy of the magazine was $6. So he was paying $120 for these magazines, but mainly for my feet. Not gonna lie, it made me feel a bit special, knowing he was paying so much for my adorable little feet.

Of course, two could play at this game. "Well now sweet thing, I think if you want a footjob, it was cost you another five magazines. Of course, you could always just stay with the original twenty and save yourself the money." I was hoping this extra $30 bucks would stop him dead in his tracks, but....

"You got yourself a deal then!" he said enthusiastically. With that, Mark got up and pulled down his jeans and boxers, revealing a hard six incher. Not exactly huge, but I've only seen a few dicks in my life, so I wasn't going to compare.

My first reaction there after was nervousness. I had never given a footjob before. I had given handjobs and blowjobs, and quite frankly wasn't a fan of either. One time, an ex had the nerve to cum in my mouth after I specifically told him "no way jose", although his name was was actually Chris. Let's just say that's one reason why he's an ex. As for the footjob, I had little idea on how to do this well.

"You had better not cum on my feet, or that's another five magazines bud!" I said, in a tone not much different than my mom's constant scolding.

Mark nodded and I placed my feet around his dick. Even if his manhood wasn't like humongous or anything, my feet were still small and seemed to be a perfect fit. I then began stroking slowly and carefully. The feeling of his sausage between feet was very weird, and I wasn't sure if I should like it or not. Boy would I be in big trouble if Veronica found out about this.

Although I wasn't particularly enjoying this, Mark sure was. He started moaning and gasping, and he helped guide my feet with his hands. At this point, I really didn't care if he was taking control, as I wasn't too keen on this. I reminded myself that he was buying twenty-five magazine though, so I didn't whine or complain. Those other bitches were gonna eat their hearts out later when they saw how many magazines I had sold.

Minutes passed by, and it was getting closer to my time to leave. That's when I decided to add in some of my participation once again. I rolled over and gave him a reverse footjob, giving me a bit more control and power. This switching up did the trick, and his breathing/moaning became heavier and more rapid. I knew he was on the brink of cumming. This was were having decent leg muscle from dancing throughout high school came into good use. I increased my stroking once again and was greeted by Mark egging me on.

"Yeah Madi, that's it, let me fuck those awesome feet," he managed to say between breathes.

I gave him a "whatever" look and continued pumping those puppies away on his now swollen member. It was almost a bit too pathetic how much power and control my feet had over his less than impressive cock. "No wonder this guy doesn't go out with girls that much," I thought. At least he was nice for the most part.

Then he finally announced, "I'm going to cum!"

I tried moving my feet away, but I found my ankles were in a tight grip. Mark had other plans and I didn't have to wait to find out. With one last gasp, Mark shot out long strings of cum all over my feet, mainly the toes. The sticky, white ooze felt strange, and I wasn't particularly happy about this.

"Mark, you agreed not to cum on my feet!" I said, trying my best not to move my cum-drenched peds.

"Sorry, but I had to do it somewhere.....let me get a towel or something....just stay right there." Mark went into the kitchen and came back with napkins. "You know, if you were to lick this cum off your feet you-"

"Just get this shit off my feet!" I said, definitely feed up at this point. Without another word, Mark wiped my feet clean and threw away the napkins.

As I got up, almost felt like my feet had suddenly become squishy, like a sponge. That, I had decided, was not the most pleasant experience of my young life. Mark came back with a checkbook, and wrote it out for $180, or thirty magazines. He signed my form and put down his address. As if to make up for what he had done, he acted like a total gentleman again, even putting on my socks and shoes for me without sniffing them or giving my feet more prolonged looks.

I walked out to the porch and gave him a nice farewell. He might have taken things too far, but now I had just made thirty sales in less than forty minutes. "And if you ever meet another girl that lets you do this," I explained to Mark, "don't cum on her feet if she tells you not to, ok there lame brain?"

With a laugh, he promised to be more careful next time. I walked back to my car, and began my drive back to campus for our group rendezvous. Though I felt like I would never let another guy do that to my feet again, I couldn't ignore the fact that at least he was amazing in the beginning. I also felt that keeping this from Veronica would be a bad idea. My hope was that the love of my life wasn't going to be THAT angry at me....