Cinderella - Sex Stories

Cinderella

... a faint smile on his face. Oh, what a face… no! Be firm! “Answer me!” “Oh God, sorry - I - because I am honest.” “Because I am honest, Emma .” “Because I am honest, Emma.” “Good.” Emma subconsciously squeezed her thighs together. “You’ll start by removing my shoes.” Alex immediately sprang forward, hands ready. “What do you say?” “Thank you, Emma.” “That’s right.” Emma sank back a little further in her chair, legs outstretched. “Begin.” As she felt Alex’s fingers unbuttoning the multitude of straps, she closed her eyes, concentrating on the new sensations. The light strokes and brushes against her sensitive feet; the gentle pressing as each buckle was undone. It was different, yes - but it felt good. Very good. As the shoes finally came away, leaving Emma’s feet free and exposed to the night air, Alex began caressing them. As his fingers traced along the pads of her soles, massaging the toes, cupping each heel, Emma lifted her skirts even higher. Her hand moved a little closer to her lingerie-covered pussy. “They’re so beautiful,” Alex said reverently. Thank God Oliver made me get a pedicure , Emma thought, flexing her toes. “Thank you. Now… kiss them, to show your appreciation.” She wasn't expecting it to feel good - wasn't expecting it to feel like anything, in fact. But as Alex’s lips touched the tops of her feet, one by one, a shot of pleasure ran so strongly through her pussy that she gasped. Alex heard it, kissed her feet again. As he gently traced his tongue along ...

... her skin, Emma gasped again. “That’s right,” she said, “don’t stop.” She opened her eyes, stared at Alex as he began kissing her feet in earnest. Alex had one hand massaging his cock through his pants, the other gripping Emma’s heels as he lavished attention on every inch of her feet. As he drew a toe into his mouth, moaning softly, Emma cried out at the unexpected contact. It shivered through her body, made her clit pulse. She moved her toe against his tongue, sighing as Alex gently grazed his teeth along it. “Good,” she said, gripping the handles of the chair as he took each toe into his mouth. “Very good.” By now her hand was fluttering against her lace-covered pussy, stroking, teasing the pleasure therein to new and greater heights. Alex lifted his mouth from her feet, eyes shining. He gestured to his cock, by now clearly outlined against his pants. “Please, can I… I can’t concentrate. Please.” Emma pretended to consider, hand still coyly tracing the lips of her pussy. “And what do I get in return for my kindness?” “I’ll - I’ll -” “You’ll bury your head in my pussy and not come out until I tell you to, that’s what you’ll do.” “Yes, oh thank you, Emma, thank you -” “You’re wasting time.” Alex smiled as Emma put her foot against his chest, pushing him backward. “Get on with it.” She watched him unzip his fly with shaking fingers, and sigh with relief as his rock-hard cock finally stood free of restriction. He’s hung like a horse , Emma thought, shocked - but her hand moved a ...