“Ma…Ma...”
I suffered as she placed the tops of her toes just under my head and squeezed.
“It’s feels good,” Maya purred, and I could only rock back and forth in reply.
I could smell her scent in the air as I watched her feed another finger between her lips, still holding the thong to the side with her free hand. It was getting quite wet down there, and I yearned to keel and lick her bald vagina.
“So, so good,” she announced, then moved just a smidgen and placed the souls of her little feet on either side of my shaft.
Pressing her feet together, I was wonderfully caught then; this was what I had been after, sweet friction and Maya knew it. She opened her eyes wide and speared herself deep with her two fingers.
“My sweet young tenant, we are going to come together,” she announced again.
I was really turned-on now; not only by the friction I was feeling, the way Maya’s small little feet held my cock so strongly, but by how much confidence this woman had for assuming I could come when she did. The confidence I thought this woman wore usually was nothing compared to the voracious older sex queen I looked down on now.
“I can feel your vein pumping,” she snickered, as I tried like all hell not to take my cock in hand and just jerk-off all over her beautifully smooth spread legs.
I could feel what Maya was referring to, knowing my vein was pulsating, and my balls tightening. But I stood there and watched her slide one finger inside herself and keep the other working her clit.
God, I wanted to come.
“Feel it building, feel it,” Maya said, and I did, but I wasn’t so sure if she was speaking about herself or my cock.
With her feet doing the work I couldn’t really judge how close I was. A hand was one thing (shit, I had used my own hand enough times to know) but this was altogether different. In a way this was a much more delicate operation here, posed and balanced as Maya was, standing and posed as I was. Still, I clutched my ass in anticipation (or to help), but I still wasn’t so sure I would come with Maya…and I wasn’t so sure how she’d feel if I didn’t.
In a way this probably made me even hornier.
“Very, very, soon,” she offered, her accent really pronounced now. I did suddenly feel that light rumble in my balls. How could this lady know, though? Just by feeling me with the bottom of her feet!?
“Yes,” Maya cooed, diddling herself, arching her back.
“Yes,” she repeated, and pulled her soles up my cock in unison as I fucked the tight pruned space she made with her feet.
“Michael, Michael,” Maya moaned, falling back down to the chair for a second (I thought she was going to take her feet off my cock!) then sitting back straight up, impaling herself with her middle finger deeper than she yet had.
Opening her big eyes wide, Maya began rubbing and squeezing her feet up and down my cock like she was trying to start a fire with them. I realized this took quite a bit of effort on her part, finger-fucking, while balancing there and providing just the right amount of friction to jerk me with her feet.
If I hadn’t been so close to shooting I would have maybe even stopped to appl aud.
“Oh fuck, I’m gonna…” I panted, repositioning a fraction.
I felt the skin pull just that perfect way right under the top of my head.
“Michael,” Maya sighed, inserting two fingers now. Her bony knees shook and she moaned as she staggered the rubbing of her feet.
“Maya!” I cried out, pressing forward into her souls.
“Come,” she breathed as she shook, opened her eyes wide and moved her right foot ever so slightly once up my shaft.
“Come,” she ordered shaking to what I knew had to be her orgasm.
“Come now Michael,” Maya groaned.
“Na…na,” I tried, but Maya pressed her left foot hard to the middle of my cock and her right against the head.
“Maya!” I screamed.
“Yes Michael, now,” she said, and I held my cock there, pressing up and in between her feet and shot spraying a thick warm load between Maya’s little toes and across her calves.
Looking at the satiated lady sitting deep in her chair under me, her skirt up her hips, her pussy half exposed, her feet shaking, one foot on the floor, another still on my leg, I stood as my cock dribbled the last remnants of my wonderful thick spray across the beautiful feet of my equally beautiful still mysterious landlady and knew I would never again just leave the rent check through the mail slot.
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