The term fuck buddies tends to mean people who have sex and do it as friends.  Not that there are suppose to be any tie downs to it. The two of you go your separate ways after pronouncing to each other that your affections go beyond just being friends, but can never go to the level of lovers. In other words You look good, I like you as a person, but I don’t think of you as a love interest. Not saying that it can’t progress to the next level, but for me if we are fuck buddies, then that is all we are.

My term foot buddies is something I use when the main focus of our relationship is based on the level of my foot fetish, and her interest therein. Simple enough.

Well I have managed to keep a couple of foot buddies in the past, and I have to say that my favorite is my friend Felicia. My first story was about her, and we have been good friends since. We just have this clause. When one or both of us are horny, we make with the pleasure giving. Two consenting adults out to make each other feel better by releasing the tension that has built up since our last visit with each other. No obligations other than to make sure that we keep ourselves clean of any STDs. Something I take very serious anyway.

As our relationship continued on, we spent the next few months getting to know each other. She is a masochist, and enjoys a lot of rough play. Me, I consider myself a sensual sadist. I give only what she asks for, and I respect her boundaries. Thus we both enjoy the playing around. And I guess it is kind of different when you think about it. That that is how our sexual relationship is founded. Mostly you hear that the foot guy is the submissive, and the woman giving the foot pleasing is the dominant.

This story takes place during a particular weekend of discovery for both of us.

As I have said before, Felicia and I have known each other for some time now. But before that night in the penthouse, we had never progressed to a sexual level. It had always been some kissing and talking, but nothing sexual. Like I said, she kisses people when she says hello. So our kissing each other when we met was nothing out of the ordinary.

So when we met on the next convention about three months later it came as no surprise that we kissed each other, and went back into my bedroom to talk. It was a very cold November night as I remember. There was snow fluttering around outside as I sat in front of her, and she smiled at me with that wonderful smile with that mischievous look in her eye. I had grown to love this little expression of hers, and my member was rising in approval of the look as well.

“Hey hun, missed me since the last time?” She asked with that hint of a southern draw in her voice. Like I said, she has a sultry voice, but the real kicker is that it has a southern accent to it. God knows I love accents.

I nodded in affirmation. My cock just throbbed in anticipation. “Sure did lil girl. So did you miss me?”

She nodded, and I looked down to notice that she was dangling and playing with her lavender flip flops again. She just smiled a big smile, and looked down at her feet. “Í missed those foot massages you give too.”

“Well then prop up. I’m not busy right now, and we don’t exactly have anywhere to be.”  I said patting my lap.

Oh she took the invitation to heart as she kicked off her flip flops and slowly slid her foot up my thigh, I figured that she was hoping to find my cock twitching for a release.  And guess what?  She did.  And she ran her arch over it to let me know she knew what I was hoping for.

God her feet were gorgeous.  She had those plump little toes spread and flexing and her toe nails were done up in my favorite color.  Black.  Talk about a brother being in his personal heaven.  I was right then, and heaven was about to continue.  I praised my fetish at that particular moment and I do look back upon it with a particular fondness.

That delicious aroma rose up as my hands went to work over her feet.  She giggled lightly as she ran her foot very deliberately over my throbbing unit as I rubbed and massaged out her other foot.  Switching back and forth.

“You really did miss me darlin’,” she said in a sweet voice that would make you almost blush just to hear it, knowing what the underlining intent of the tone meant.  She had every intention of working me up until I was so frustrated I couldn’t take it anymore, and then release a carnal rage upon her.  Like I said, she was a masochist.

And so she kept me cock rock hard during the entire massage.  Finally somewhere around 45 minutes later she smiled and put her feet back on the floor.  Of course she had not don e enough deliberate contact to send me over the edge, but she had done exactly what she wanted to do.  My blood felt like it was on fire and I could feel the heat rushing to my cheeks.

“So where are you camping tonight?” I asked knowing full well where I wanted her to stay.

“I got my stuff down in Sherri’s room. I was planning on pulling up some floor or something.”

My little devil popped out and sat on my shoulder.  He whispered evil thoughts into my ear about how I could use this as an excuse to get her to crash with me again.  My little angel agreed with the devil of course.  Her feet were just to good to let them go to waste and god knows when our schedules would let us get back together again.

So powered by chivalry and hormones I said, “I won’t hear of it.  You can crash here tonight and if you want tomorrow too.”

She giggled softly and kissed me. “Well I don’t want you to always have to do this. Besides this room cost a lot.”

See this is the part I don’t really get.  I rent a penthouse suite all the time.  It can be expensive, yes, but I love the view. Not to mention, I don’t get a room with the much character in the efforts to impress a bunch of drunk guys.  HELLO!  I do it with the intent that if I am going to bring a lovely young woman into my bed, I want her to be in comfortable surroundings.  Some things that too many guys forget about, romance and ambience.

But you know I can’t say that to her so I said what was expected.  “Trust me it is my pleasure. Besides we have some things to talk about.  So you get your things in the morning and you can sleep here in the bed.”

She smiled and ran off to tell Sherry what was going on.  And of course Sherry and I had talked about this earlier.  She was glad that I made Felicia happy and that she was hoping that I could do something for her that night.  And of course this was over a lot of drinks so things such as flirting while this happens is considered to be normal.  Sherry mentioned that if she wasn’t engaged that she would jump my bones right there.  I get that a lot I joked.  I don’t know why.  I ain’t no pretty boy ya heard me!

Anyway.  Sherry just laughed a big laugh when Felicia told her what was going on and looked at me.  Felicia had a kind of puzzled look on her face.  But just shrugged and came back into the room with me.

I locked the door and we talked a little as we got undressed. Simple things.  I began to talk to her about her tattoos.  A lot of them were Celtic symbols and there were some tribal markings too.  And as we climbed into bed and she snuggled against me, I ran my fingers over her ink and began to realize that I was getting really turned on by them.  I began to trace them carefully and she sighed softly.  She reached around to her back and took my manhood in her hand and began to slowly stroke me as I began to now traces them using my tongue.

“You want to fuck me tonight?”  She asked me in her sweet voice.

“As long as you don’t mind the fact that I am going to cum all over your back so I can paint your tattoos for you.”   I said with a chuckle.

She giggled softly and stroked me a little faster.  “As long as you don’t mind teaching me some more about giving a foot job.”

“Oh yeah I’m gonna tell you no to that.”

She laughed as she stroked me even fast under the covers.  I began to kiss her tattoos and them moved my way up to the side of her neck and lightly began nibbling there.

I felt her beginning to melt as her stroking slowed down and she let the pleasure of the foreplay take her.  Soon she stopped all together.  And I knew I was going to win this little encounter.  And that would come back to haunt me before the night was done.

Nibbling turned to biting, and then we went from biting to our favorite form of foreplay. The rough kind, that meant that I get to use all my strength turning her over and throwing her into the bed as I moved her to a new position to kiss her body.  And my kisses were getting very deep when I did this.  So deep my teeth were leaving bruise all over her tummy and ribs.

Now before I get that disapproving clatter, she bruises easy.  She told me this before we even got started the first time we had fucked each other raw.  I wasn’t going out of my way to leave bruises or bite marks.  She had told me that her old dome use to love the fact that barely hitting her with a crop would raise a whelp that would last for only a few hours and then sink back into her skin as if nothing had ever happened.

Problem was, I really wasn’t paying attention to how far I was going just at that moment.  That would be about five hours later.

I crawled over top of her and then bit and kissed my way done to her promise land.  Where I decided that I wanted a repeat of the first time we decided to do this.  I worked her clit like a speed bag with my tongue.

She moaned and writhed and grabbed my hair and pulled like she was riding a horse and pulling on the reins.  Man I love that.  My hair was kind of long and I kind of figured I did it for that specific reason.  Nothing like a loving hand forcing your head to put your tongue where it was needed.  Got I ate her for a good while before I decided to go for the gold and drill that tight twat of hers for a while.  So I leaned up against grabbing hands and grabbed her by the ribs and lifted her up and pulled her down on my shaft.  She whimpered softly as I did, then the sound of a long hiss followed as she eased on board.  She was dripping wet and the fact that I had her by the ribs force fucking her was driving me to a sexual frenzy.  She moaned and whimpered as I felt her cum a few times with my rod inside her.

She reached up and smacked me with a smile on her face.  God she wanted something mean that night I guess.  So I grabbed her by the hair and continued my pounding.  She finally let out an orgasmic cry and I felt her pussy squirting all around my cock.

She then rolled me on my back and smiled as she took my shaft in her mouth.  Her tiny tongue ring played teasing my head and turning my senses to lustful mush.  I’m not gonna front though.  If it felt that good, I am sure I said or whimpered something that would be considered less than manly, but I can’t remember such a thing happening.  Guess it is a masculine mental block or testosterone induced amnesia.

Then she popped her mouth from down below and looked at me. “Do you want a footjob now?”

“Fuck yeah.” I managed to say almost breathless.  Got to admit I was a little disappointed that she didn’t let me finish off by cumming on her face or her back.  But not everything needs to be a formal act of BDSM or degrading.

My little submissive southern darling quickly grabbed some massage oil and drenched her feet and my shaft.  Stroking me hard for a bit, before she flipped on her stomach and placed her feet against my hardness.   Her toes lightly dug into my nut sack and she giggled a little and played with them lovingly.   My buddies were so full an anxious that even that light bit of touching hurt.  Not that I mind a little pain, but I was quite filled at the time.

Then a delightful giggle rang out form her lip.  Amused I wanted to know what exactly that was all about.

She said.  “I think your tanks full, because you’re leaking all over the place.”

And as she raised her foot to show me, sure enough, there were several lines of crystal clear pre cum streaming from the back of her ankle, across her sole and in between her toes.  Well then man the pump baby doll, this boat need to take a load off.

But I think she was more about the teasing right then.  Because girlie decided that she just wanted to barely brush that special spot under the head of my cock with her toes.  Then as if the teasing was not enough she sat quietly facing the other way giggling a little bit and then lit up a cigarette like she was trying to be all innocent about it or something.  Not that I got a thing for smoking, it was just that kind of nonchalant way she was doing it all.  It was a dark room for the most part.  The room was lit just enough to see by the lights of the city surrounding us.  I could see my pre-cum glistening between her toes and all over her soles.  I had gone two weeks without any form of relief.  No rubbing one out, no seeing her or anyone else for that matter.  I had just cut myself off, wanting and waiting for her for this night.

Even though we were just foot buddies, I felt a special friendship with her.  I trusted her with secrets that I didn’t tell anyone else, and she trusted me because apparently I was the only guy she felt comfortable having sex with anymore.

And now she was tormenting me with the things she had learned about me.  How to prolong me, and make the climax near unbearable.  And this build up was bordering on the painful department.

And then the words I never want to hear slipped form her full luscious lips to my ears. “Hun, don’t get mad, but I need to stop.”

Oh I wasn’t mad.  I was about to explode, but wasn’t mad.  Just um… disappointed.  Stupidly I had to ask. “Why is that baby girl?”

She turned slowly and crawled up next to me.  The final move to kill my over bearing libido. She kissed me deeply as she nuzzled next to me. “I have to meet my mom at seven this morning for breakfast and then I have to go to work at nine.”

My member slowly shrank down to a more manageable size, and my balls ached horribly in protest of my unfinished activity.  But you know you win some you lose some.  Besides I had other foot buddies there.  I could maybe persuade one of them to finish me off.  But I really wanted her to do it.  So I just shrugged and took her in my arms and smiled.  “Gotta do what ya gotta do babe.”

“Are you mad?”

“Nah.  My balls are.  But I am okay.” I looked at the alarm clock and realized that we had been going at it for a very long time. We started around one and it was now 4:30a.m.  I didn’t envy her having to be at work and have breakfast with her mom.

Felicia reached down and very lightly cupped her hands around my partners and a stream of pre-cum leaked out onto her hand.  She pulled her hand back up and licked it clean and looked at me with a sweet smile that would have killed any anger I might have been feeling.  “I promise I will make it up to you. Anyway you want me to.”

Evil screamed out in my head.  “Damn straight you are bitch.”  Lucky for me I didn’t say that out loud.  Instead I just kissed her lightly and hugged her as I pulled the covers up and watched her drift off to sleep.

Daybreak came. And I am not a morning person. I think morning should come around noon or so. I woke to find her gone and my message light blinking to my room.  SO I called down to the front desk to get the message.  Simply put, Felicia had asked me not to blow my load on anyone else and that if I waited for her tonight I would find a piece of heaven and maybe forget my name in the process.  I’m not sure who was more embarrassed by the message, me or the operator who probably listened in on the conversation.  But it was a challenge of sorts and I was going to see if she would pay off.

So I went through the day.  Balls ached with every twist and sudden turn I made, but hey I was going to drown little girl when I got the chance so I decided to let it slide.  Now my so called boys, they gave me some hell over it.  I think it is more about the jealousy issue than anything else.  See they say I can get a girl by talking to her.  I certainly haven’t had a problem with girls but I don’t hit them up with lines and bull shit.  I come at them straight forward.  Work my way in as a friend.  Listen, pay attention and then if the friendship gains benefits then so be it.  If not, oh well I still got a new friend out of the deal.

Night came and I got hit up by a few of the girls around the hotel that I know.  Word had got out that I gave great massages and pedicures.  I guess I got my ex to thank for that.  She always wanted to brag about how good I was at everything I did, and then get mad when other women wanted to test drive me.  Hey I was always faithful to her so that is that.  Now I was free and didn’t have to worry about that any more.  We separated over some dumb shit and well I got a chance to see my relationship form the outside and didn’t like what I saw so I didn’t go back when I got the chance.

By nine o clock that night I had given three foot massages, and two pedicures and my party was starting to come alive.  So I wanted to mingle for a bit.  I didn’t let my eager pole sway my judgment either.  I was going to give Felicia her chance.

But what did I see happen next.  Something that is for another story, but I will tell it one day I promise.  My friend Pam decided that she wanted a pedicure and foot massage too.  Now I have given her a pedicure before.  She is very ticklish.  But I had broken her of being tickled when she got a massage.  Now she only let me give her massage and pedicures.  Hey I get a read on someone and I figure out the technique needed for it.

Now this is a moment of foreshadowing that I now know.  But then I didn’t have a clue that eventually Pam was going to become my now fiancée.  I just knew that we had dated once while she was separated and we grew really close, but she decided to go back to her husband and I didn’t try to stop her.  Once again a story for another time.

As I was massaging in the last bit of lotion on Pam’s foot, I realized that she was staring at me like she use to when we were a couple.  We both had been flirting all night, and her husband was at the party too, so it was hard to go anywhere with it.  But I began to realize that her foot was creeping towards my cock as I was massaging her foot.  She just smiled at me with her wondrous blue eyes and my balls were screaming, “Let her go for it bro, she is willing and we need some pressure released.”

That was when Felicia walked into my room with a giggle and said, “Am I interrupting something?”  Like I said Felicia and I were good as friends with benefits so she never developed that possessive mentality that I was her boy friend.  She was honestly wanting to know if we were going to do something or if I was almost done.

“Not at all.” Pam said with a smile. “I think he’s just about done.”

“If you want I can leave and come back later,” she said with a giggle.

Pam insisted that she stay. And that she needed to get back to the party before her husband had a coronary.  I smiled and hugged her good night and watched as she left.  Felicia looked at me with a smile and then walked over and kissed me softly.

“I think she likes you.”  Felicia said with a smile

“Yeah I guess.  We use to date for a bit.”

“Why did you two break up then?”

I shrugged and closed the door. We both tried to salvage dying relationships.  Apparently she was able to save hers.  Mine was dead for a long time and the fact that we had an affair was the final straw.

“Yeah I meant to ask you about the ex.  How is she?”

“Don’t know.  Don’t really care.”

“Well that is kind of strange.  I never took you to be the type to cheat,” she said as I held her close.

“I never took her to be the type to cheat either.  But four times should have been my sign, especially when one of those times happened on my birthday.”

“Oh.  Well that was wrong,” she said.

“Yeah a little, but now I don’t give a fuck.”

“Not tonight.  Tonight is my turn,” she said with a grin as she slowly unbuttoned my shirt.  She very lightly bit me on the neck as she pulled off my shirt.

I couldn’t help but just smile at her as she was getting me undressed.  And I decided to take in the scenery.  Felicia was wearing a long black dress that resembled a gypsy dress with a Goth feel.  I also noticed that she was wearing a pair of black stockings and black and white Mary Jane’s, with a slight heel.  At first I was a bit disappointed that she was not wearing her flip flops but I guess work didn’t allow for that.

But then logic hit me. I thought, “Bro, you like smelling this girl's feet. It gets you hard and it makes the footjobs afterwards some of that amazing shit. Plus she is wearing stockings fucktard.  You love tearing the toes out of those bad boys and getting the double wham of a bare and nylon footjob. Hell, just get her to take off one and let it ride.” Okay maybe it wasn’t my logic more like my cock’s logic. But it was right. I loved all of that.  Damn I was at a great moment.  More than likely she had been wearing those shoes all day and I would get my fill of foot smelling.  And if they ad been cased up in leather then they sweated.  And a nylon and bare foot job sounded like orgasmic pleasure.

Now she was undoing my belt and preparing to drop my pants.  “You know what?”  She asked.

“What’s that sweetie?”

“I love seeing you naked.  I really like seeing your scars.”

Yes it’s true.  I got quite a few scars from a misguided youth.  It’s not like half my body is burned or anything.  But I had some scars that I gave myself to see what patterns I could weave, and a few were from violent acts of rebellion.  And one in particular that was given to me by a sadist girl I use to date and I was her VERY unwilling victim.  She carved something into me.  Now I look at it, it is pretty cool looking, but at the time it just plain hurt and bled.

“Thanks, but I don’t like some of my scars.”

“You should never be ashamed of what you look like, you have no reason to be like that.  As a matter of fact I think you should be proud of what you look like.  You’re pretty cute.”

Ahh, words of encouragement.  Still the being cute thing was falling on deaf ears.  So I just shrugged before I tensed up from her light cupping of my jewels and rod.  She kissed me biting my lower lip softly and said.  “So I see you’re still more than a little full up.  I think if I squeezed too much you would either cum or they would explode.”  She giggled softly as she leaned down and placed a sweet kiss on the head.

I guess I figured it was time for me to be more assertive because I reached down and grabbed her by the hair and lifted her back up with a smile and whispered softly in her ear.  “I guess then it is time for you to finish me off then huh lil girl.”

I found out she really liked this.  I mean she almost seemed to melt when I did that to her and she got a huge grin on her face as she slowly began to undress herself.  But see I wasn’t all that patient now, and I began to help her undress by dragging her clothes off of her and tossing her to the bed, and she squealed in enjoyment as she landed on the covers.

I reached over and torn one of her shoes off and took in that wonderful female foot scent and felt my cock stiffen to uncomfortable proportions.  I was right.  She had been wearing those things all day and maybe besides slipping them on and off a couple times as she was sitting for breakfast or lunch at a table she never had them off.  And she seemed relieved that I had taken time to remove them from their leather encasing. I began to rub her foot massaging the tired muscles in it and flexing her arch for her.  She leaned back in the bed and smiled as she closed her eyes.

“Wow, thanks darlin’, but I wore them all day so I am sorry if they might smell a little strong.”

“Don’t worry about it babe.  Besides I thought we talked about this before.  I like the smell.  It turns me on.” And the I took her foot to my face.  I started with the heel, slowly sliding it down over the tip of my nose, down across my lips and waiting tongue, until her toes rested right at my nose and I took a huge inhale through my nose.  The smell of sweet nylon and female foot bliss rushed into my senses and my body felt overwhelmed.  Pre-cum dripped from the piece onto her other foot that was waiting for the same pleasing, still wearing the Mary Jane.  I couldn’t help but smile as I saw the glistening liquid on the glossy black and white top of her foot wear.

Apparently I wasn’t the only one who enjoyed this and somehow it took me a few seconds to register the fact that she was pleasing herself from this whole ordeal.  I saw her fingers covered in the wetness of her own twat as she watched me with intent.

“I like that darlin’,” she then slid the slick sole of her shoe over my shaft pumping me lightly getting more clear, sticky liquid to pour out. “Please do it again”

And so I did.  My cock strained and twitched as she pumped me some more laying her head back into a pillow and sighing deeply.  “Goddamn I love your fetish!”

And I was growing quite eager by this point.  I wanted to throw out some crème in a major fucking way now.  So I reached up to slide off her stocking and then realized what I had done to her the night before.  I had covered her body in bruises and bite marks from my rough handling of her from the night before.  I saw what basically looked like hand prints on her rib cage and my thumbs seemed to have done most of the damage.  Bite marks covered her shoulders, breast area, and tummy, and instantly my cock went from rigid to not quite so.

“Holy shit, I did all that to you.  Why didn’t you tell me I hurt you?”

She looked up at me with a smile and whispered softly. “You didn’t hurt me. I bruise easy, remember? You did exactly as I wanted and you made me quite happy last night doll.  I had to explain that to Sherry this morning when I went to get dressed.  She kind freaked at first until I told her you did it.  She thought I had gotten sick or something and I was bruising easy.  When I said you did it fucking me and that I really enjoyed it, she just laughed and went back to getting dressed herself.”

Well this was kind of strange.  I didn’t think everyone was going to find out that I can be rough during sex.  I am pretty aggressive in the act.  Nor more than most I guess.  Then again how often do you hear about someone else’s sexual practices in a favorable light?  As a man most of my guy friends don’t talk about what they do other than what they like and my female friends don’t talk about the men in their lives other than to complain or give compliments on something they did.  Sex seemed like a taboo subject between opposite sexes who are just friends.  So to hear I was the subject of the morning discussion between two friends was kind of like I said strange.

Felicia looked at me and smiled as she noticed I was puzzled.  “Don’t worry hun, she knows that you’re a sweet guy and that you only did what I asked you to do to me.  No harm, and none of this really hurts.”

I was still kind of numb.  I didn’t want to be thought of as the guy who could only have angry sex.  I wasn’t angry at all.  Just a bit aggressive during the acts as needed.  I enjoyed sensual sex as much as anyone.  But sometimes the rough stuff gets it out of your system and you go back to being normal.  Then I was snapped out of my haze by the feeling of a warm moistened sole rubbing my cock back to life.

“Come on darlin’.  If I didn’t want it would I have come back up here tonight after being up all day?”

Damn she had a point.  And the tone she was using in her sexy voice was a reminder of what it was that I had in my room and how many other guys wished they were in my place.  So  I went back to work.  I slipped her panties to one side and lightly licked her slit as I leaned back over her and began to slide the other shoe off with my free hand.

Lightly she pinched the head of my cock between her toes and massaged the shat with her now bare foot.  One foot bare the other one clad in black nylon.  I couldn’t resist anymore.  So I turned her on her side.  She giggled wildly.  I slapped my cock against her bare arch which was down.  Pre-cum splashed all over the place.  I was too full up to keep anything dry, so I figured it would make a good lube.

Felicia then lightly touched the head of my cock with her stocking foot, taking her big toe and especially sliding it over the hole, sending a wild sensation through my shaft and me.  She then looked at me with a smile.

“What are you going to do?”  She asked looking back at me.

“Make a foot pussy.” I clamped her feet together around my rod.  Slick bare sole down and stocking side on top.  Then I began to fuck her feet like it was a welcoming pussy.

She watched in amazement.  She apparently never thought about it and this was incredibly new to her.  She had been in the BDSM scene for a while and never had run into anyone with a foot fetish or anyone who was willing to act on it.  I was surprised by the thought that some people had never known that there was such thing.  Of course I use to be one of them so I guess it was all good.

After doing this for a little while she smiled at me and asked if it was okay if she played with herself while she watched.  I was fine with that and l was happy with the feeling.  But in time I wanted to see her ass and the soles of her feet.  So I flipped her to her back and began to fuck her soles like a wild man.

I then reached down taking her sweet stocking foot into hand as I leaned my head down and kissed it with great fervor.  I then used my pointy canines to rip a hole in the stocking.

She looked at me with a surprised expression and then smile.  “Now what are you doing?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll get you a new pair.”  Then I slid the stocking back just past the ball of her foot and the instep and then began rubbing it all over my nut sack.  She looked over her shoulder with a huge smile.

“Wow, if I had known all this, I would have done it before I got here.”  Chuckling at the feel.  “Wow you don’t have any hair down there either.  Just smooth skin.  Do you shave it or something?”

“Nope, I just don’t have much body hair at all.”

“Wow.  First for me.”

Well that made me smile and then the lightly gripped my scrotum with her toes and I was in heaven.  She worked me like that for a few minutes and then I took and placed her feet back together and began to fuck her soles.  The different textures were amazing.  My god I was feeling like if I didn’t cum soon I was going to die.  Granted with a smile on my face, but I was going to be dead.

Now apparently Felicia understood what my problem was, I was being to stimulated and the pleasure of it all was too much to let me cum.  So fighting my hands she pulled her feet apart and let my cock rest on her soles.  She then lifted them up enough that I would get a moderate sensation but not the over bearing one I was getting right then.

And little girl was right.  I quickly felt myself reaching climax point.  And with a furious shower of water cum, I began to erupt all over the place.  My cum shot out like a huge geyser.  I was overloaded and all the pressure began to release.  My balls ached and felt like they were going to shoot out through my cock as well.

Now I was pretty sure I wasn’t quiet on that one.  It felt to damn good and my mind was completely gone by this point.  After the moment of bliss passed over me, I looked to see my handy work.  And I was surprised even by my own standards.  I had never cum so much in my life.  I had splashed from the toes of her feet all the way up her back.  And much to my unplanned happiness,  I had bathed her tattoos in fresh jizz.

Felicia looked over her shoulder at me and smiled.  “You got to feel better after that.  You even got some in my hair.  Now be a dear and rub that in for me.  I want to do some more.”

I wiped my cock clean on a dry spot of her stocking, and then moved up to her back rubbing my own cum into her tattoos and skin.  She was very pleased, so pleased in fact that she rolled me on my back and rode me until we both came a gain.  Little girl had fucked me until I was raw and honestly needing for her to stop before my piece fell off.  Or so it felt like it would.

When we both collapsed, she snuggled into my arms like she would a teddy bear and I felt so wonderful that we had shared a moment like that together.  But we both knew that we could only be foot buddies and fuck buddies.  She was only really emotionally happy with other women and I couldn’t give that to her.  So we stayed friends with benefits for a while.  But apparently that night sparked something else off, and I would eventually find myself with the person I now know that I should have been with from the very beginning. But once again.  That is another story for another time.

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