Kinky, Foot Fetish Erotica
"Loser," a Dirty Martini Sex Story by N. Vasco
“Sit on that chair, the one next to the desk where the laptop is.”
Jerry heard Anna speak from behind the shelves, her sexy voice filling the dim interior of the empty computer lab, the blank screens seeming to watch what he would do next. It was just past ten p.m., and on a normal night, he’d be driving home from his job as one of the many I.T. professionals at the big University hospital where he worked. He glanced at the laptop, noticing it was on but in sleep mode, just before hearing the tap of Anna’s stiletto heels.
He sat down.
“I knew you’d come.”
Her voice trailed off into a sigh until he heard a low, purring sound. The bulge in his pants was a hard, lead weight. He licked the sweat on his upper lip.
“Can you guess what I’m doing?”
Images flashed through his mind. Her long, shapely thighs, the subtle yet sexy tone of her calves, the little gold chains she wore around her slender ankles, and her dainty feet. He had seen her earlier that day, noticing that the little miniskirt she wore had slits up each
side. With each step, the sides of her lovely thighs were exposed for the briefest moment. Her little blue top hugged her taught breasts while exposing a deliciously flat stomach and the gold piercing adorning her sexy navel.
Every time he saw her, he was too intimidated to just walk up and say “hi.” Today, she had been walking down the hall with a doctor who was known to play the field, and the way she laughed when he spoke only made Jerry feel like the biggest loser in the world.
“Loser, loser, loser.” The voice in his head kept repeating over and over, whenever he recalled the way Anna’s hips swayed with every sexy step.
Another low, humming groan came from behind the shelves.
“Can you guess what I’m doing?”
He cleared his throat but couldn’t bring himself to say what he was thinking.
“You probably think I’m touching myself. Right?”
“Yes.” Jerry managed to reply, wondering if he had just blown it. He heard her soft laughter, then more low murmurs.
His mind reeled with anticipation. He couldn’t remember how many times he had masturbated while fantasizing about that supple body pressed against him as he and Anna kissed, his hands cupping the glory of her hard, tempting ass before kneading her shapely thighs and toying with her pussy.
In his fantasies, they wound up naked on a bed, her thighs parted as he licked and nibbled them before he feasting away at her crotch, rolling what he just knew was a smooth, hairless snatch with his tongue. It wasn’t hard to imagine what her body would taste like, or what her legs would feel like clamped around his head as he devoured her loins. And his fantasy always culminated with her crouched on all fours as he pumped away, those supple yet firm flanks pressed against him, his hands cupping her hard-tipped tits as their mouths joined in a deep kiss.
“What are you thinking about?”
He considered making something up but decided to tell her the truth. He opened his mouth and the words spilled out. When he got to the part about them kissing as he cupped and kneaded her bottom, he paused for a moment, his ears catching a low, hissing sound.
“Don’t stop,” she said, her tone urgent. He continued. He described entering her from behind, how he imagined her ivory bottom would feel against him. He heard a long, low groan filling the room.
“That was nice. So very nice.”
He tried to swallow the lump in his throat, but when he saw her step from behind the shelves, wearing only a black thong and high heels, the shadows playing on her lithe body, he almost choked. She walked to him with a languid, hip-swaying gate, locking him in place with her sexy, slanted eyes, her provocative makeup enhancing a
porcelain face. Her tight, hard breasts and generous nipples seemed to stare at him as well.
“Spread you knees.”
He nodded, drinking in her beauty, barely noticing the leather handbag in one of her elegant, long nailed hands. She stood between his parted thighs and gave him a faint smile, tracing the lines of his face with one finger as her legs brushed against him.
“You were very nice to not tell anyone about my computer.” It was almost a whisper. She placed the bag on the desk beside laptop sat and then undid his tie.
“I’m not a jerk,” he managed to say, recalling how this all came about as she slowly undid the buttons on his shirt. He had gotten a call earlier to check up on a computer that was running pretty slow and affecting all of the machines on the fifth floor. He found the
workstation and, after sitting down, found the problem: a large file had just finished downloading. Before he knew it, Jerry was looking at a pair of long legged, naked women, one dark, the other blonde. They fondled each other before getting in the
sixty-nine position, their moans mixing with cheesy music coming through the tinny computer speakers.
He hadn’t heard her enter the lab, nor had he heard the tap of her heels on the floor until he heard her voice behind him.
“I guess I’m in trouble…”
When he had turned, he was faced with her bare mid-rift, that sexy navel with its gold piercing staring right at him, the straps of her black thong peering at me from the top of her little miniskirt. When he finally glanced up, there was a challenging look on her exotic face, those slanted eyes dark and smoldering.
“No, not at all.” He replied after clearing his throat and remembering he always kept a couple of blank DVDs in his pocket. He took them out and told her to copy everything onto them.
“You’re computer will run much faster after you get rid of those files.”
“Thanks, that’s very nice of you.”
Their fingers brushed when he handed her the discs, sending a wave of heat through his body. Then his beeper went off.
“Do you have to go?” she asked, the discs in her hand.
He managed to blurt something about how no one would ever know about all the pictures and movies and then he left.
Later, he found himself in the basement, barely able to concentrate on his job. He had, of course, remembered to delete any references about the computer problems on the fifth floor. His phone rang. It was Anna, inviting him to meet her in the seventh floor computer lab. A place he knew was empty.
And now, here they were.
She stripped his shirt off of him. “So nice and warm,” he heard Anna sigh as she scratched his bare chest. When she raked his nipples with her long, red nails, a loud hiss escaped his lips.
She stepped back and nodded at the bag on the desk. “Take out the first thing you touch.”
Jerry reached in and found himself holding a little package of baby wipes. She turned and bent over, arching the twin moons of her rounded bottom in his face, the black thong cupping her loins. She slipped her heeled sandals off in a graceful, elegant manner, her pretty face looking at him over her bare shoulders, the lovely dimples in the small of her lower back clearly visible.
She turned with the grace of a dancer, lifted her leg, and rested her right foot on his left thigh. Her red-painted toes were pointed and sexy, adorned with little rings – it was the most enticing image Jerry had ever seen.
“Do you like my feet?” she whispered, resting a hand on the desk and slowly gliding her toes up his thigh until they rested on the hard bulge in his pants, almost making him come right there.
He nodded, staring at her pretty foot, her pointed toes enhancing the exquisite musculature of her leg.
“I want you to clean my feet and legs with the baby wipes. Slowly.”
It was heaven. Running the baby wipes slowly over her feet, his warm hands holding them like the precious works of art they were. He started with the instep and slowly moved down that exquisite shape so he could work on each toe, and when he began on her soft soles, she giggled like a schoolgirl.
“I like that. Don’t stop.”
He gently caressed her soles for a little while longer before moving up to her slender ankles. He cupped her shapely calves and she rested her pretty foot on his shoulder. When he rubbed the soft flesh of her inner thigh, she closed her eyes and opened her whisky mouth, uttering purring hisses and low sighs until she pointed her foot in his face and told him to lick her toes.
Without a word, Jerry leaned forward and began licking her toes slowly with the tip of his tongue—the smooth, rounded flesh sending waves of groaning pleasure through his body. He closed his eyes, sucking and gently nibbling each toe, stroking her smoothly muscled thigh with one hand while cupping her bottom with the other. Her firm cheek felt cool and smooth in his palm.
His tongue moved to the sole of her foot, and her body squirmed. He opened his eyes to see that she had slipped her hand inside her panties and was stroking away, her red lips
forming an “O.” She stroked herself until she gritted her teeth, her body shuddering in his
hands.
She opened her eyes and removed her leg from his shoulder. “That was so nice.” She lifted her left leg to him for the same treatment, but then suddenly looked over his shoulder and frowned.
“Shit,” he said, and gestured at the clock behind him. “The cleaning crew will be here in less than half an hour.”
Before he could reply, she tapped a few keys on the computer’s keyboard. Another movie started up. This one featured two sexy Asian women in tight Chinese dresses kissing and fondling each other, the long-nailed fingers reaching under the waist-high slits of the dresses to cup and squeeze rounded bottoms. When they began peeling off each other’s clothes, Jerry turned to see Anna strapping on her sexy heels. She looked sharply at him before kneeling between his thighs and undoing his belt.
“You’ll have to come quick,” she said and out his hot, throbbing pole. She opened her mouth and gobbled his entire length with a loud, wet gulp that made him gasp – the warm, wet sucking sensation surrounding his veined meat. She took him deep inside her royal throat until her lips pressed against the base of his cock. His eyes traveled down her taught back to the twin mounds of her buttocks, the thong nested between her cheeks. Then his glance moved to the laptop where the two women were now on a bed in a
sixty-nine position. Before he knew it, the raging torrent of pleasure that had been building inside him suddenly made his body heave. He gushed inside her greedy mouth and she sucked away every drop, leaving him spent.
“Mmmm,” she moaned, and gave his nearly flaccid cock a few parting licks before tucking him back inside his pants and telling him to get dressed. Jerry quickly put his clothes on, watching her reach into her bad and pull out her wispy miniskirt and top.
“We’ll continue this at your place,” she said matter-of-factly, taking out a small
compact mirror and applying a fresh coat of lipstick. “You know, I’m so glad we finally got together. I was ready to give up. My little plan to get you to come to my floor was my attempt at getting your attention.” She smiled at him. “Did you like it?”
Jerry couldn’t believe his ears. He instantly remembered the doctor he had seen her with. He buckled his belt, then fiddled with putting on his tie. Without looking up at her, he asked her about him.
“That idiot?” she replied with a pout and shake of her head. She brushed his hands away and took the ends of his tie. “He’s fucked and dumped half the women on this campus.” She knotted the tie, pushed it up to his neck and made sure it was perfect before taking his chin in her hand and looking right into his eyes.
“I thought you’d think better of me.”
“I do.”
“Good. But I just realized, there’s one thing we haven’t done yet.”
Before Jerry could ask what she meant she planted her mouth on his and gave him one of the most intense, tongue probing kisses he had ever experienced, her hands taking his and cupping them around her hard bottom before she wrapped her arms around him, pulling them even closer. Their lips almost seemed to melt together as their tongues wrestled each other, her sweet breath and the lingering taste of his come mingling in his mouth.
…
Jerry drove back to his apartment, knowing the evening had just begun. Anna’s little thong was in his shirt pocket. “I wear panties only once in a while,” she had said, and he had watched the little black piece of fabric gliding down her smooth legs. “Sometimes a girl just… likes to feel the freedom.”
When he got home to his studio apartment, the first thing Jerry did was heat up a pot of water in the little kitchen. The place was cheap and safe, and the low rent afforded him to save up for a down payment on the house he planned to buy in a couple of years. He pulled out a box of candles and lit a few, placing them around the living room that doubled as his bedroom. He selected soft, romantic music and hit play. There was a knock at the door.
Anna stood in the entrance in a long, black coat that came just below her knees, those exquisite calves and dainty feet sheathed in black lace, the gloss of her stiletto pumps reflecting the candlelight, her black bag slung over her shoulder.
She gave him a light peck before sauntering in, a smile on her face as she scanned the candlelit room. Her gaze momentarily rested on his workstation in one corner before she tossed her bag on the bed.
He apologized for the place being so small and was going to explain that he was saving up for something bigger when she pressed her elegant fingers against his lips.
“The last thing I need from a man is money.”
Then, she pressed her body against his and planted another deep kiss as she unbuttoned his shirt.
“I don’t want any secrets between us,” she said, pulling off his shirt and then his pants. She opened her coat and let it pool around those wicked heels, revealing her naked, porcelain body, the black stockings sheathing her perfect legs. Then, she turned and pressed that curved, solid bottom against him. She took his cock in her hand and stroked it, using her other hand to cup his palm against her hard-tipped breast, her body swaying to the music.
“Show me your porn collection.”
She let go of him and walked to his computer, those ivory buttocks clenching and relaxing with every step. She turned, standing on curved hips, legs apart, dark eyes smoldering in the candlelight.
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He hesitated.
“Come on. Every man has some kind of porn in his computer.”
He could only nod before sitting on the rolling chair, the cheap, imitation leather cold against his naked skin. She trailed her nails over his chest, arms, and shoulders, the glancing touch of her thighs making him shiver.
It took only a minute for the screen to display a directory filled with multiple folders, each neatly categorized into different subjects.
“Nice, very nice,” she said, digging those wicked nails into his back.
Before he could reply, she pulled him back, lifted a shapely leg over his lap, the “tap” of her stiletto heel as it touched the floor on the other side sounding so sexy. She tilted her bottom up in front of him. He found himself staring at her wet pussy lips and puckered anus.
“Are you going to sit there all night or are you going to eat me?”
Sexy, dark slanted eyes looked at him from over creamy shoulders. He closed his eyes and buried his tongue deep inside her beckoning love hole.
“Oh, yes! Yes! Yes!”
Her body writhed with pleasure as he feasted on her loamy pussy, his tongue probing her wet love tunnel as he massaged the pliant curves of her buttocks, his hands occasionally running down her firm yet silken thighs.
“Oh, yeah! Just like that. Yes!”
He relished her sweet juices, his ears enjoying her moaning sighs. Then he heard cheesy music start up and the telltale sounds of people having sex for film. She had started one of his movies, this one featuring exotic, long legged beauties, just like Anna, on a
beach, making love on sugar white sand, the pale outline of their thong bikinis clearly visible on oiled, cinnamon skin. .
He continued licking and sucking, her moans filling the room, as the video transitioned and three guys joined the two girls. The scene quickly turned into an orgy of sucking, probing, and fucking. One of the actresses mounted an actor, while taking another in her mouth, her sexy friend licking and probing her tempting anus just before guiding the third man’s rigid cock between her rounded buttocks.
“Lick my ass! Ream me, now!” Anna commanded.
His tongue dove into her willing anus, his fingers sliding in and out of her pussy until her body heaved and shuddered, a final, orgasmic moan escaping her lips.
“Very, very nice.”
She had a pleased, cat-like expression on her sexy face as she turned, straddled his lap, and began stroking his rigid cock with her wicked fingers, that hard bottom pressed against his thighs. She licked the juices off of his face.
“I want you to come in my ass,” she whispered.
Jerry watched her saunter to the bed, but just as she sat down he remembered the water in the kitchen. “Wait for me, just one minute,” he said and ran to the kitchen.
The curious look on her face turned into a big smile when he set the pot of warm water at her feet. She extended her legs so he could slip off her sexy heels and peel off the black stockings. When he gently dipped her feet in the warm water and caressed them with a soft wash cloth, she purred like a kitten.
“Yes, yes. Just like that.” She murmured as he slowly caressed her feet with the cloth, his other hand gently massaging her calves and thighs, his eyes catching the candlelight reflecting off the red gloss on her pointed toes. He popped her toes into his mouth, licking and sucking on them. She lay back, rubbing her drenched pussy with one hand while her probing her pliant anus with the other.
“Yes baby. Yes! Oh yes!
He moved to the toes of her other foot, watcher her fingers slip in and out of her pussy and ass. It was an unbelievable sight. But she quickly pulled her foot away and ordered him to put her heels back on her feet.
“I’m hot baby. Hot for your cock in my ass!”
He slipped the shoes back on her feet as she took a tube of lubricant from her bag. She smeared the lube around her beckoning, puckered anus, her fingers sliding in and out of
her cheek hole a couple of times.
“You made me ready, so fuck away,” she commanded.
She rested her head on the sheets and drew that rounded ass even higher. Jerry stood at the end of the bed, putting one foot on the edge. He grabbed her hips and slipped his almost exploding cock inside her willing back door.
“Ah! Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Cream my ass!”
The velvety smooth sensation of her pliant anus surrounded his cock as he pumped away was unlike anything he’d ever experienced. His pleasure heaved and churned until it gushed out in an orgasmic torrent that surged out of his body.
“Yes! Yes! Oh, yes!” he cried out, pumping against that hard behind, his hands gripping
her hips, every inch of his skin tingling with electricity, his nipples itching pleasantly – and with a final, shuddering thrust, he finished creaming that tight anus just before they collapsed on the bed in a deliciously spent, sweaty heap.
They took a languid, sensual shower afterwards, both of them enjoying the spray of hot water as they soaped each other down between lingering caresses, playful bites and deep kisses. Afterwards, they lay naked under the sheets, their bodies entwined around each other, listening to the raindrops hitting the windows until Jerry gave a tired laugh.
“What’s so funny?” she asked.
He told her about earlier that afternoon, how he had felt he was the world’s biggest loser.
Before he could continue she bent her face close to his shoulder and bit down hard, making him gasp. She left a raised circle of painful, red bruises.
“Why did you do that?”
He felt her grab his spent cock, her nails raking his balls, not deep enough to hurt too much, but enough to keep him in place.
“I don’t date losers. I don’t suck a loser’s cock, and I certainly don’t enjoy a loser fucking me up the ass.”
With that she grabbed his face, kissed him hard, those excellent thighs wrapping around him.
“Do I make myself absolutely clear?”
He saw her raised eyebrows, the intensity in her eyes, and her lovely mouth set and determined. She was very clear. He was the luckiest man on earth.
Originally published May 2011