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“Ooh, those are pretty,” Armin commented, admiring the shine on the shoes in Annie’s hands.
“Yeah?” she inquired, turning her head to the side to gauge his expression.
He leaned in, resting his chin on her shoulder. “Yeah, they’ll look really nice on you.”
“When should I wear them?”
“How about tonight?” he whispered, speaking directly into her ear.
She chuckled. “Okay.”
It was no surprise to Annie that he was interested in the shoes. Armin had made his interest in her feet very clear from the start; offering foot massages, paying for pedicures, sucking on her toes during sex, and even asking her to use her feet to rub his cock.
But tonight she wanted to try something different.
Armin kneeled to the right side of their four-poster, queen size bed with his hands tied behind his back. His delicately handsome features were contorted by an insatiable desperation. She loved seeing him like this - so eager to touch and tease and to be touched and teased himself. As she drew near her brand new pumps made an unmistakable clacking sound against the hardwood floor. Armin’s gaze was low, his eyes set on the shiny shoes as they came closer to him. He bit his lip as she stood in front of him, pausing to admire him from this angle.
“This feels familiar,” she joked.
“Ha,” he faux chuckled, his ears turning scarlet at the memory.
Annie lifted her left leg, using her right hand to hold onto one of the footboard’s posts to stabilize herself as she pressed the sole of her ruby red pump in the middle of his chest. She grinded against his clothed pecs as his breathing grew laborious. Armin would tell her if he wasn’t okay. By the hard on he was sporting down south, he was doing just fine. That’s what she told herself, at least.
“Y-you can do it harder,” he mumbled.
She hesitated for a moment, then composed herself. She let go of the post and trailed her foot down the center of his torso, all the way to the belt hitting snug on his waist. The tent in his pants bulged uncomfortably against the fabric. She teased the pointed toe of the shoe against the spot and a strangled moan escaped his lips. She pressed harder, to the point she was worried she would crush him.
Annie spared a glance in the direction of Armin’s face and her worries were quelled instantly. He was biting his lip, chest heaving, face flushed from his cheeks to his neck.
“You pervert,” she stated dryly.
Armin’s body trembled as he looked up at her through fine lashes. “Yes, I am.”
She smiled to herself, taking her foot off of his groin. She yanked his hair back with her left hand, exposing his neck and angling his head up. With her other hand she lifted up her skirt, revealing her crotchless lingerie in the same color as her shoes. Armin gasped at the sight, licking his lips. Annie lifted her right foot onto the bed - just on the edge - so there was a big enough gap for him to squeeze between.
She loosened the grip on his hair and he immediately leaned forward, lapping up the wetness of her arousal. Annie hissed at the contact. Armin angled his face so he could look up at her while he ate her pussy, moaning with pleasure as he stuck his tongue inside her entrance. He looked so pretty like that, his eyes hazy with lust and his cheeks flushed with excitement. The desire in her lower abdomen ignited like a spark to a flame.
He thrusted his tongue deep inside, curling the tip up. She threw her head back as he slipped his tongue in and out until her head was spinning, her walls clenching around the thick muscle. He covertly slipped out of her pussy, using his tongue to flick at her clit instead. It was puffy and sensitive from being neglected. When Armin licked the nub a shiver ran down her spine. Her leg was cramping in this position, but it felt too good to stop.
She contemplated untying his hands so he could use them to touch the rest of her, to caress the flesh of her ass and plunge his slender fingers deep inside her. Then Armin harshly sucked on her clit and she saw stars.
“Fuck,” she choked out, tugging on his hair tighter.
Armin’s moans grew louder, the sound muffled by her slick pussy. She yanked his head back so she could look at him. He was breathing heavily, his face glistening with her arousal. It dripped off his chin in a thin rivulet, slowly traveling down. He licked at his lips, closing his eyes as if he was savoring the taste on his tongue.
“You taste good,” he mumbled as he opened his eyes, looking straight at her.
Annie groaned, close to losing her resolve - not yet. She shoved him back and he lapped at her juices with renewed fervor, his tongue tracing the shape of her outer lips before teasing her clit again. The burning desire built up in her lower abdomen.
“Oh, right there!”
He started sucking on her clit gently, moaning like he was enjoying it more than her. She hunched over slightly, pulling him even closer and he sucked harder. Armin used his tongue to stimulate the spot more and that bubble bursted. She came with a loud cry, her fist gripping his hair so tight she was sure she pulled a few strands of hair out. Armin didn’t stop, even after she shuddered and trembled from the force of her orgasm. His tongue slid up the length of her outer lips, licking her clean.
She released her grip on his hair and lowered her leg, letting out a shaky breath of relief. Armin had a satisfied smile on his shiny face. Annie turned away from him, letting him savor the moment. She slipped out of the shoes and placed them on a nearby surface so she could put them back in the box unscathed.
When Annie turned back to face Armin his eyes were no longer blue like the calming water of the ocean, but a dark, dull cobalt like the angry current of a storm. He watched her every move carefully, ready and willing to follow her command. She walked back to his side, looking down at him and brushing his bangs back. He looked at her like she was the truth, like she was everything to him.
She reached behind him to loosen his restraints and helped him stand up. His erection bulged between them, pressing into her hip. She looked up at him and he smiled sweetly, his hand reaching out to caress her cheek as he pulled her in for a kiss. Annie melted into his tender touch and his pillowy soft lips. Kissing Armin was like kissing a fluffy cloud, like floating above the atmosphere.
She nudged him towards the bed as they parted, and he walked backwards until his calves hit the edge of the mattress. Annie gently pushed him down and he dramatically flopped onto the bed, making it creak. She removed her shirt and her skirt, tossing them to the side before hopping on the bed. She left her stockings on because she had one more idea to try out tonight. Armin reached for the clasp on her garter belt, but she shooed his hand away.
Annie motioned for him to lay back so he did, scooting until he was in the middle of the mattress. She tapped his belt twice with her index finger and he scrambled to undo the buckle, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants with a quickness that made her stifle a laugh. He tugged them down his legs and tossed them off the bed, a loud clink from the metal of his belt buckle as it landed on the floor.
“Sorry,” he whispered bashfully.
“That’s okay,” she replied. She sat between his long legs, raising her nylon-covered feet to tease the tent in his underwear.
Armin immediately threw his head back, a choked out moan escaping his mouth. “Ah, Annie.”
She continued rubbing her toes on his clothed erection, admiring the sticky, wet spot that had formed near the head of his cock. Armin laid back properly now, using his elbows to prop himself up and watch as she worked him.
“Take it out,” she instructed.
Armin swiftly pulled himself out of the opening in his underwear, hissing when it hit the cold air.
“Good boy,” she praised in a soft voice.
She could have swore he mewled like a kitten, his neck and the tips of his ears flushing a bright shade of pink. Her foot traveled higher until it was by his shirt, tapping on the buttons. Armin followed her silent command, unbuttoning his shirt and removing it before settling back into his comfortable position.
When she first met Armin he was built like a daffodil - thin, dangly and green, with a puff of hair surrounding his delicate face. He still had those delicate, somewhat boyish features, but they were accompanied by a full, broad chest, a strong jaw line, and a haircut that framed his handsome face. He no longer looked like a little boy, but a grown man; it made her heart flutter.
His chest was soft against her stocking feet as she tickled his skin, making him squirm under her. He bit his lip, a good sign that he was turned on - as if the fully erect cock in front of her wasn’t enough. Annie used her big toe to tease the tip, the pre-cum beaded at the slit seeping into the fabric of her stockings. Armin was already moaning, whimpering from her touch.
She didn’t want to tease him anymore. She got comfortable and set to work with both feet, curling her toes like she would her hand so she could hook around and stimulate as much of the shaft as possible.
“Oh my God,” he whined, “Please.”
Annie looked up at him and he was on the verge of tears, his hands fisting the sheets at his side. She moved her feet faster, the soft fabric adding to the friction between their skin. She pressed harder as well, hoping the pressure would make him climax.
She was rewarded with a loud groan from Armin as his cock pulsed between the soles of her feet, his cum erupting in thick globs around the head. It dripped slowly onto her stocking-clad feet and she continued stroking until Armin put up a hand, asking her to stop.
He laid back to catch his breath, panting. “That was-”
“I know,” she bragged, a smirk dancing on her face.
Armin sat up to look at her. “What do you think about wearing leather, knee-high boots next time?”
She tossed the idea around in her head.
Why not?