Mandy, Part 3
Published on Tuesday, June 22, 2010

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It has been 3 months since I first met Mandy. She is my steady girlfriend now and the best girl I ever had. She is smart, funny, has a good paying job, and all my friends like her. But most of all, she is my wet dream come true. This girl absolutely loves teasing me and taking me to the point where my cock becomes so purple with desire before making me cum. She has played into my nylon foot fetish like no girl ever had before. She has worn practically every color and type of nylon stockings for me and has made it a point to make me cum on her feet, or use her feet to heighten my pleasure. She has me so addicted to her foot smell that when she takes off her shoes and I see her feet bare or in nylons, I am instantly hard. She has become so good at giving me a foot job she has me hard and cumming in less than five minutes.

But there is one thing that bothers me a little. We have yet to have intercourse. Heck, we haven’t slept in the same bed yet. I really can’t complain since she always makes me cum, and always more than once, when we are together. Her handjobs are the best while I smell her nylon feet. Her blowjobs are awesome while she is looking at me with them brown eyes and flexing her feet for more visual stimulation, and her foot jobs are becoming out of this world whether she is using her bare feet or her vast supply of sexy nylons. The dirty talk she uses and references to my cock in the third person drive me absolutely crazy for her.

She usually just rubs herself through her pants or puts her hand up her skirt and makes herself cum, but she never has let me touch her there. I have been able to suck on her nipples and play with her boobs, but she always stops me before I get my hands across her state line. She always tells me “soon” or “I’m not ready yet.” I love her more than anything and would never do anything to hurt her, so I let it go. But gee whiz, a guy sure would like to sink his prick into the woman that he loves and be inside her for some time. While she is manipulating my cock taking me on the trip out of this world in orgasmic bliss, she is always telling me how big I am and how I would fit into her just perfect. I would like to find out if I am a perfect fit for her.

Mandy is the best girlfriend I have ever had. She has helped me buy a new truck and get a better apartment. She is always buying me something, and teases me about being her gigolo. That’s okay though. For her, I will be anything she wants me to be. We don’t get to see each other during the week much as she works a flex schedule and sometimes, we just don’t get the time to meet. But on the weekends, she sure makes up for it. Hopefully this weekend will be the weekend that we finally go all the way. I am going to introduce her to my family, and we are heading up north to my parent's cottage. Since I haven’t seen her this week at all, my cock is hard at the mere thought of her being here in less than 30 minutes.

As I was finishing packing the cooler with some sodas for the road, she struts into my place. Just looking at her, she is a vision of beauty. She is wearing a blue skirt to her knees, a white blouse with a suit jacket, white nylons and blue peep toe pumps with a 2 inch heel. Man, she looks so sexy.

“Hi sweetie,” she says. “How was your week?’

“Gosh, you are so beautiful,” I say as I plant a light kiss on her cheek.

She giggles at me and says, “I missed you too.” She turns her head towards me to give me a kiss on the lips. Her perfume smells so good. Her hair smells so good. All I can do is hold her against me for a minute. Her arms encircle my waist and she pulls me closer to her before she takes her knee and rubs it against my groin. “Somebody miss me?”

“Yes,” I say into her hair.

Her hand drops to give me a light rub through my shorts. “I missed my favorite toy too. But enough of this, I need to change out of this skirt and slip into something more casual.”

“K babe,” I say as I let her go. My eyes drop down to her feet, her nylon toes peeping out at me.

“Whatcha lookin’ at big boy?”

I look up at her smiling at me over the top of her glasses. I love that look. I just give her a smile. She knows what I’m looking at. She always knows.

“Wanna take my shoes off for me and get a closer look at my feet?”

I could only smile wider. If I was a dog, my tail would be wagging. She pulled out a chair from the kitchen table and sat down, crossing her right leg over her left.

“You can take my shoes off, but no funny business. I have to change and we need to get on the road.”

I kneel before her, and she gives me that look again. I carefully take her shoe in my hand and slip it gently off her foot. She wiggled her toes at me, but before I can bend down to kiss the top of her foot, she switches her position so that her left leg is over her right and that shoe is in front of me.

“I told you, no funny business.”

I take her other shoe and slip it off her foot then quickly run my hand up her sole. She giggled at me.

“Stop that. That tickles.”

I put my hand to my nose so I can smell her foot. I can only smell her perfume and the lotion she uses. She stands up and grabs her bag.

It only took her about 15 minutes to change. She came out wearing khaki shorts with a tank top and a button down casual shirt that was buttoned halfway up. Her pretty feet were bare, she wore sandals and her toenails were painted pink. She had her hair up in a ponytail.

“Well, you ready to go?” she asked.

“Yep. I got everything ready. The truck is packed, just got a few sodas in the cooler for the ride.”

“Great then. Let’s get going. I’m anxious to meet your family. I hope they like me.”

I tell her I’m positive they will as I’m bending over to pick up the cooler. Just before I stand up, she takes her hand and runs it over my butt cheeks then tickles my nut sack before reaching under and giving my rapidly rising cock a feel. She purrs into my ear telling me to spread my legs a little further. I do, and she starts stroking me lightly through my shorts. I was waiting for her to touch me all day and I am already close to cumming from her stoking. She puts her chin on my left shoulder blade and continues to blow into my ear and talking dirty to me, the way she always does when she’s rubbing my cock. She grips me a little tighter and faster rubbing the special spot underneath the head and before long I’m bucking like a bronco and snorting like a bull underneath her. She lifts her head off me, and starts to unbuckle my belt. I lifted up to help her get my pants off, when she pushed me back over with her left hand in the middle of my back.

“STAY DOWN!” She yells! “I’ll let you know when you can get up!”

She has never been forceful with me, always being the submissive one. This turns me on even more. She gets her right hand into my pants, grips my cock at the base and begins stroking me hard but slow.

“You like that sweetie? You like me being a little rough with you?” She says as she grinds her crotch into my ass.

I’m beyond words. All I can do is snort and buck.

“Should I milk him right now? Should I take all your cum out of you?”

“YES! PLEASE! I want you to milk me!” I finally got some words together. She releases my cock, precum dripping off it, and pushes my shorts down with her right hand. Her left hand stays in the middle of my back keeping me bent over. My shorts fall to my ankles before she grips me hard again and begins to stroke me a little faster. She moves her crotch in between my ass cheeks and begins to grind into my ass crack and it feels like she is fucking me up the ass.

“Who’s my bitch?” She growls.

“I am,” I answer still bucking

“Who makes this cock cum whenever she wants?”

“You do,” I snort.

“That’s right sweetie, I own this cock and he cums for me and only me. I am the only girl that will ever make him cum again. You will never find anybody else who likes to make him cum as much as I do.”

She is still grinding her pussy into my ass and I find myself pushing back into her as she continues to stroke me hard and assault my ears with her nasty talk.

“Look down at the floor, and I’ll show you why you like me making your cock cum.”

I look down and she slips her left foot out of her sandal, and then hooks my left leg with hers so that her heel is in the crook of my knee. She speeds up her fist stroking my cock.

“Because there is no other girl who loves it more than I do when you kiss and smell her feet. You love playing with my feet as much as I love making your cock cum. One of these days I’m going to ride this cock and it’s going to fit so perfect, and milk all of your cum into me. Now, look at my foot and cum!”

Those were the magic words. I came. Hard. A rope of my cum hit me on the chin. I turned my head and a second rope hit me on the cheek. I hear her cry out as well in her telltale sign of orgasm, and I can feel the wetness of her orgasm through her shorts against my ass. She continues to stroke me the way I like through my orgasm before I’m just dribbling out of the head and onto her fist. She laid her head against my back and I can hear her soft whimpers as she gently squeezes my softening cock with her hand, before she untangles her leg from mine to balance on her own.

We stay like that for about another minute before she whispers, “I love you Tim. Don’t ever leave me.”

Not wanting to break the magic of this moment, I whisper back, “I love you too my beautiful Amanda. I will never leave you.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

I could feel her grinning against my back and still lightly squeezing and caressing my cock.

She says, “I really do love you and I love your cock too. I just love the way you snort and the way your body responds to my touch. I know you must be frustrated by not being able to fuck me yet, but I want you to know I’m not a tease, and that is why I always want to make you cum. You are going to fuck me, eventually; I’m just not sure we’re ready for that yet. I love the way you look at me, you always make me feel so beautiful and sexy. I’ve never had that with a boyfriend before. And since I don’t want to lose you, I’m always going to make you cum as often as you want me to, using my hands, mouth or, I know your favorite, my feet.”

I had to chuckle a little bit at the end. Her just mentioning her feet brought a little life back into my cock. She giggled and gave my cock a few light strokes.

“You really love my feet don’t you?”

“Yes Amanda I do,” I say as I enjoy the light strokes she is giving me.

“What is it about my feet you love so much?”

“You take such good care of them. They are so soft and smooth. And they look really sexy in any color of nylons you’re wearing, not to mention their sexiness when you’re barefoot. Most of all, I love the smell of them. They always smell so feminine. You have me so addicted to the smell of your feet.”

She giggled at that. “I have to keep my footboy happy.” We both laughed at that.

“I have secrets I want to share with you. But you just have to be patient with me. I need to be sure that you are the only man for me, and I can trust you 100 percent.”

She sounded so sincere. In my mind I went back to when she said “we’re not ready yet for fucking.” I don’t ever want to offend her, but I don’t want her to think that the only reason I’m with her is because I haven’t nailed her yet, and when I did, I was going to bolt. No way was that going to happen. I figured she would have to break up with me. I wasn’t sure how to respond to what she said now, so the only thing I could think of that would try to convince her that I’m not going anywhere was, “Whenever you’re ready to tell, I’m ready to listen. And nothing you say to me is going to surprise me or make me leave you.”

“Good,” she whispered. “I hope not.”

She lifted her head off my back, removed her hand from my cock, but her left hand kept me bent over with my ass sticking out at her. She brought her right hand down hard against both my ass cheeks before she rubbed them and said, “Don’t call me Amanda you goof. Or I’ll spank your ass harder next time.”

She grabbed onto the back of my shirt and lifted so that I was standing up. She turned me around to look at her and giggled at the mess I made on my face. She kissed me then began licking my cum off my face, and swayed her leg back and forth against my cock getting whatever remaining cum there was onto her leg.

“Get cleaned up you dirty boy, we have to get going.”