Marie: "Fuck My Feet, Darling"
by bearlee ©
Author's note: These stories are inspired, one way or another, by the female half of bearlee. Either something she said or did prompted me to write it. There will be several with the categories changing from time to time and, although it may appear to be a series, each story will stand independent of the rest. Since her name has appeared in so many stories, as a change of pace, her middle name for the main character is being used. It's not the first time we've done that, nor I suspect, will it be the last. Hope you enjoy it!

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It was one of those after work TGIF parties Marie hated going to so much. As much as she liked to show off for men and engage in public sex, after a long day of work, her preference, especially on Friday, was to go home, take a long, luxurious bath and relax before putting on an outfit that was too small for her long legs and ample breasts. After that, she would head out for a night on the town of cock teasing and prick pleasing. But, she felt duty bound to spend some time with co-workers, especially Brad, a new employee in her department. Besides, she didn't look that bad. It may have been inappropriate, but at work she wore sexy clothes, but only went as far as she believed management would tolerate.

This particular Friday, she was wearing a form-fitting black dress. Her long, reddish-blonde hair hung down over her shoulders and she knew from the stares, she looked really hot and fuckable. The hem fell just above her knees and although the top clung to her body, from the waist down the dress fanned out. At work, she was aware of the lustful stares of the men trying to sneak a peek at her bare pussy hidden only by the sheer panties she wore as she sat in her comfortable chair at work crossing and uncrossing her long, creamy white legs. Her male counterparts always seemed to be coming over to her desk to ask a question of the lovely woman. Their hands would plop down on the front edge of her desk and they inevitably leaned forward to talk to her, usually showing her papers that were too far away forcing her to lean forward, allowing them to get a quick look down her low cut top exposing her cleavage. She knew what they were trying to do and she enjoyed the attention. She was sure she could have used her charms to advance her career, but never tried. It wasn't about gain, it was about pleasure, for her and other people she involved in her play.

The group chose a quiet bar with a small dance floor. Marie figured she'd stay maybe an hour and then take off for a wild night on the town. Although she was attracted to Brad, she was attracted to men in general. While the group headed to a couple of tables in the back, she excused herself and headed to the restroom to freshen up. She really wanted to give the others a chance to grab a seat with the hope of coming back and picking a table where Brad would be sitting. As luck would have it, he was seated at table but there was only one seat left and it was across the table from him.

Brad was a man she would have gone out with if he asked. Young, charming and extremely good-looking with a pleasant personality. For now, at the bar, she would have to satisfy herself with her naughty nature and playfully tease the young man. If he was interested after that, he would ask her out in his own time.

The men and women at the table engaged in small talk, but she could tell Brad was interested in her by the way he looked at her. Maybe it would all work out, but maybe she thought, she would have to take a little more initiative. Her whole being was about pursuit and pleasing anyway. The juke box played continually and one song started to play she particularly liked. It was a slow, easy and long song. Without hesitation, she stood up and walked over to Brad and asked him if he wanted to dance. Brad stood up to take her extended hand to the "oohs" and "ahhs" of the other men and joined her on the dance floor.

Brad and Marie were the only couple dancing and it gave her a chance to perform in public, which is what she wanted to do anyway. She didn't know if Brad would be embarrassed, but she suspected not. As it turned out, Brad had a little secret he would share with her that would somewhat change her plans for the night. As innocent as Brad tried to keep it by attempting to keep some distance between them, she wouldn't let him. Marie was grinding her hips forward pushing her pelvis into his. She could feel his cock starting stir through the material of his pants as she pushed harder and moved her hips in a circular motion now. Some people would call it dirty dancing, but she viewed it as just plain fucking on the dance floor, only their clothing separating his hard cock from her wanting pussy from the ultimate act.

He pulled her close against him, her breasts flattening into his lower chest. His hands rested on her ass and her hands pulled at his hips smashing his rigid cock harder into her. The song ended and the next one was another slow one.

"Another," he said to her.

"Sure, Brad, let's do it again," she said. "I think your buddies like watching us, don't you think?" she asked him, in a teasing and laughing way that made him feel good.

The music played and they hung onto each other swaying to the music. Whatever inhibitions Brad had had, he was loosening up to the feminine wiles of the beautiful creature he held so close. Her pussy pushed harder into his bulging cock and he was pushing back now. It was almost as though he was trying to push his cock through his pants and her dress to bury it in her tight pussy. When the song came to an end, she looked up at him, her soft blue eyes gazing into his. She pulled back from him and let her hand move from his hip to the front of him. Her hand grazed across his cock as it moved, pausing momentarily, her fingers squeezing the head of his cock quickly, before moving away.

"I really love dancing with you, Brad," she told him softly. "But tell me, what would you really like to do right now?" she asked him, her eyes radiating an innocence that only added to her allure. He hesitated for a moment before moving closer to her.

Brad leaned forward and whispered into her ear. Pulling his head back to look at her, he expected her to be startled at what he had said, but she just smiled. "I like it, it sounds kinky!" she said. "Wish we could take it further than we can here."

Now Brad was startled. "What do you mean, here?"

"Well, Brad, honey, the idea of playing with your cock with my feet is pretty wild, but I like to, you know, take chances."

"I'm not sure what you mean, but not here...this isn't the time nor the place."

"Brad, darling, if you let me start here I promise I'll let you finish it later while we're alone, or kind of alone anyway."

He wasn't completely sure what she had meant by the last comment but let it slide. She exuded raw sex, knew what he wanted and was willing. It was too good of an opportunity to pass up. "Let's at least find different table," he told her, not realizing that was exactly what she had in mind. Taking his hand, she lead him to another table, but one with two men sitting at it.

"Mind if we sit here?" she asked.

The man closest to her seemed annoyed at first at the intrusion letting out a grunt before looking up from his drink at her. Her stunning beauty quickly melted away his initial annoyance. "Absolutely not," he smiled.

"Brad, you sit over there and I'll sit next to this nice gentleman."

He had ideas of what was going to happened but was puzzled nonetheless. As she had asked, he sat down across the table from her. The man stood up and pulled the chair out for her. Sitting down, Marie crossed her legs letting one of her heels fall to the floor. Extending her leg out, she put her foot on Brad's chair letting it push between his legs. She chatted quietly with the man next to her while her foot moved against Brad's cock. She could see Brad felt uncomfortable sitting next to one man with another across across from him, while her foot played gingerly with his cock, neither of the men being aware of what was going on beneath the table.

Marie continued her conversation with the first man but never stopped moving her foot, rubbing the hard cock Brad sported under his trousers. She looked over toward the table where her co-workers sat. Most were engaged in their own conversations now except for one man looking over at them. She wondered if he could see her foot stroking Brad's cock under the table. By the intense look on his face that never shifted, she assumed he could. She felt a warmth radiating out from her tingling pussy throughout her body at the thought. This was a man she worked with and knew, come Monday morning, he would look at her as a slut; but she also knew he would want her.

Brad leaned back and lowered himself in his chair trying to act nonchalant. He wanted to join in the conversation but couldn't. He tried one time to speak but her delicate foot found a position against the side of his cock and she moved it up and down the length of his shaft, his mouth opening but no words coming out. Uncrossing her legs and letting the other shoe slide off, she moved her dainty foot up trapping his cock between her feet. Her feet moved in unison up and down both sides of his cock and paid less attention to the man talking to her, but on purpose. In a matter of moments he became of aware of what she was doing.

"Oh my..." he started to blurt out.

Marie quickly cut him. "Shhh, just relax and enjoy the show." She pulled her dress up higher exposing the creamy white skin of her thighs and let him watch the muscles flex as her legs moved up and down stroking Brad's cock with her feet. She held one foot against Brad's cock pinning it in place and moved the other faster up and down the side of his shaft. It didn't take long for him to come. She could see his body begin to tremble and his eyes appeared glazed. She knew his hot cum was gushing out of his hard cock and, with her feet, could feel the front of his pants getting wet from the explosion.

Letting her feet fall back to the floor, she fished blindly on the floor with them searching for her heels and finally sliding them back on her feet. She glanced at the man next to her and then looked down seeing the bulge straining against his pants. She giggled quietly as she started to get up, putting her hand on his cock and pushing herself up. The man's eyes widened as she squeezed his cock. It was the ultimate slut act she could manage and still keep the promise she had made to Brad.

"Brad, darling, let's get outta here."

The man next to her interrupted, "Why don't you sit back down and have another drink?"

"Yeah, why don't we another drink?" Brad asked, afraid to get up knowing the damp spot on his pants would be visible to the others.

Marie knew it too and the thought of it excited her. She looked down into the lap of the man next to her. Under normal circumstances, she would have freed his cock from the confines of his pants and jacked him off under the table as she sat next to him. It was tempting, but the night held other plans for her. "No, we really need to get going if you want to finish this the way you want...you know, fucking my feet with that big cock of yours!" she told Brad.

Brad was taken aback by the brazen nature of her comment, but sheepishly stood up. His hands dropped down in front of him trying to cover the evidence of the cum-stained front of his pants. Marie giggled again, this time louder, grabbing his hand and leading him out of the small bar.

Taking a cab back to her apartment, she let her fingers rub gently over Brad's cock. "Oooh, baby, come on honey, get it good and hard for me!"

The words caught the attention of the cab driver. She saw his eyes peering back at her in the rear-view mirror. She smiled at him. While teasing with her body was a turn on for men, she knew dirty, slutty talk added to their sexual excitement. "So, Brad, do you think we could fuck right here in the cab. Maybe I could suck your cock and let you come all over my face...but only if you promise to save some for my pretty little feet!"

Brad was shocked and embarrassed when he saw the cabbie looking back at them grinning. Marie's hand continued to work over Brad's cock and by the time the cab was pulling to a stop in front of her apartment, they both could feel the life flowing back into his energized dick. Brad pulled out a twenty and handed it to the driver as he got out. His cock pushing against the still damp front of his pants, he told the driver to keep the change and turned quickly away.

While Brad had fumbled around with his money, Marie's long legs had carried her away toward the apartment building. He hurried along behind Marie up the front steps of the apartment building. Catching up with her he asked her to slow down.

"Can't, I have to go out tonight, but I want to do this right," she told him, "so let's get up to my place and I promise you, we'll do it nice and slow for you, baby."

Entering her apartment, she directed him to the bedroom and went to the bathroom. Taking out a bottle of red nail polish, the same color she wore on her fingernails, she took some time to paint her toenails. After an agonizing wait for them to dry, she finally felt satisfied and walked into the bedroom to find Brad lying on the bed, still dressed. Pulling her dress over her head, she removed it and tossed it aside. With a practiced dexterity she unhooked the clasps behind her back letting her bra fall to the floor and quickly removed her panties quickly.

She let him take in her body for a few moments before finally speaking, "Take off your clothes, Brad," she said seductively, and then turned away.

She walked over to the window and opened the blinds. She knew instinctively her neighbor across the street, Rick, would be watching. He always waited for her to get home just so he could see her put on a show for him. She had done it so many times, but was usually alone. She could satisfy Brad's fetish and satisfy her own wanton desires, as well as Rick's needs all at the same time. Still, her main focus right now was going to be Brad. Naked, she stood in front of the window for several moments exposing herself to Rick and anyone else for that matter that happened to glance up at window.

Brad was confused by what she was doing but sat up on the bed and began slowly removing his clothing, struggling to remove his pants from his seated position. Moving back over to the bed, she asked him, holding her foot up to show off her impeccably red painted toes and open pussy, "Brad, do you like my toes?" She could see the drops of clear fluid dripping from the head of his cock. "Never mind darling, I think I know the answer to that one!" she laughed. "Just lie back and let me take care of you."

This was a new experience for her, but Marie's strength was understanding men and role-playing to meet their needs. "So, Brad, darling, do you want to suck your hot cum off of my toes?" she asked him, not sure what the response would be.

"Hmmm, yeah, baby, I do...I want to!"

A satisfied smile formed on her lips and spread across her face. Sitting down between his legs facing him, her ass almost touching his, she moved her feet to his face and caressed his lips with her toes. She watched his eyes close and his tongue licked at her toes before sucking them into his mouth. It was an awkward position, but she could see his hard cock throbbing and dancing just above his stomach. Pulling her feet away, she scooted back on the bed, still between his legs, and moved them to his crotch. She experimented by pushing her feet against his cock and at times tickling it with her toes. Finally, she pushed her feet almost together trapping his cock between them. She didn't know if it was involuntary on his part or not, but his cock began fucking between her feet. His silky precum made her feet slippery and his hips moved up and down faster fucking his cock in and out between her feet. It wasn't long before she could see his body starting to tense up. Marie knew the look of a man about to come and also knew how to heighten the experience.

"Let me know when you're going to come, baby!" she called out to him. "Hmmm, yeah, baby, I wanna see your cum squirt all over my feet! Fuck my feet, darling!" Her voice was sultry and slutty at the same time, but it turned him on even more.

She could hear him moan and knew he was on the verge of coming. His cock moved with ease between her smooth, slick feet and when she felt his pulsating cock ready to erupt, she moved her feet and held them over the top of his cock. His fiery cock shot his hot, creamy cum into her feet as his body shook and writhed on the bed from the intense orgasm. She could only imagine Rick across the street jacking off and squirting his white cum from his cock. She looked over and out the window in his direction. Smiling, she closed her eyes to once again imagine his cum spraying from the small slit in the head of his cock. Looking back down, her toes and feet were covered in the sticky, white cum from Rick's cock.

Letting Rick catch his breath, she scooted forward again, her feet moving toward his mouth. Her cum-covered toes pushed into his mouth and he licked and sucked until there wasn't a drop left on her toes or feet.

"Let me do something for you," he told her.

She glanced quickly at the clock. "Not today, Brad, but another time. I really do have someplace to go and I have to get ready."

"You sure? C'mon, it doesn't seem fair," he implored her.

"Maybe next time, Brad. Maybe we can figure out a way for you to eat my pussy while I jack off your cock with my feet...I'll bet there's a way to do it! But not right now, Brad, honey."

He seemed disappointed but climbed out of the bed and dressed. Still undressed, she lead him to the door and let him out. She stood nude with the door wide open. He started to turn to walk down the hall, but she stepped just outside the door and stopped him.

"Brad, aren't you going to kiss my pretty little toes good-bye?"

His face turned crimson but she understood him now and knew what he wanted. He walked back, dropped to his knees and bending forward, in the hallway, kissed her feet and each of her toes before getting back to his feet to leave.

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