Story of a Leg Man, Part Two
I have had so much fun with this little story that I’ve decided to spread it over three or maybe four installments. Also I’ve had a few callers on Niteflirt call me and ask me to pick up where I left off last time and continue with the fantasy. Who would have thought there were all these foot and leg men out there?
So here is part 2. And if you want more for now, you’ll just have to call …..
Story of a Leg Man, Part Two
So there I am, with this luscious beauty I’ve dreamed about, wanked off to many nights, with her toes up against my leg. Not only that they are slowly traveling, a quarter inch at a time, up my leg, up to my cock. Up to that spreading wet spot.
Bulls-eye.
Then, about a half-inch before she gets to it, she said in a low, steady voice. “Unlock your hands from the arms of that chair. And pick up my leg with one hand. With the other, caress my foot, and bring it to your mouth.”
Oh lord. I nearly spurted then.
But I did as she said. I put one hand under that beautifully shaped calf, and the other around the arch and top of her foot. Her foot and her leg, with their full weight resting in my hands, felt even better than I had dreamed.
And then I guided her foot to my mouth, stopping first at my nose, just so I could smell her toes.
Ahhh, that smell. Not a bad smell at all, but a lusty, full smell of a woman who spent most of her day on her feet in the same pair of shoes. An aroma that can not be imagined unless you are a connoisseur of women’s feet as I am. I put the pads of those plump little toes to my mouth, noticing as I did, that now I could see all the way up her leg, past the top of her black nylons, and all of her white thigh above. All the way to the promised land.
“Now lick,” she commanded.
And so I licked. Sticking my tongue out about an inch, I started licking across the pads of her toes, and then underneath, using my tongue to push her nylon into the little crevice there. As I did that, she popped her big toe into my mouth, and I started sucking on it.
Almost as if they had a life of their own, my hands began caressing up and down her calf in those silky nylons, from her ankle to the little pulse point underneath her knee. I had often dreamed about kissing that pulse point, and now realized it was a distinct possibility.
As I did that, she slipped out of her other shoe, and raised that foot up to the inside of my leg, where her other foot had been just moments before. This time, she went for the jugular. She ran those toes lightly across the oh-so sensitive, leaking head of my cock, and then played them up the throbbing shank, up to my aching balls, where she forced her toes under them.
That did it. I came all over myself.
She immediately pulled both her legs away from me, and put her shoes on, as I tried to cover the spreading cum stain with my hands.
And then she laughed, a low, sarcastic chuckle.
“What’s the matter, Mr. Jones? Can’t control your bodily functions?
“I do believe that we have ourselves a dilemma here. If I were to run out of this office, screaming that you tried to take advantage of me at the top of my lungs, who do you think the roomful of women out there would believe? Me or you?”
I couldn’t do anything but sputter.
“I believe that we are going to need a standing arrangement of some sort, Mr. Jones. One where I come into your office every day, and we work on training those bodily functions of yours.” she said, licking those luscious lips.
“But for now, I’m afraid you’re confined to your office for the rest of the day, or at least till that stain dries a bit,” she chuckled.
“Oh and while you’re sitting in here cooling your jets, Mr. Jones, think about a nice big fat raise for me for ‘services rendered.’”
And so that is what I did. Unfortunately I wasn’t able to come out of my office the rest of the day, as I was either hard, or leaking, or actively jacking off. This is what this woman has done to me.
(to be continued….)