Your Ultimate Pedicure

We are dressed for our monthly masters and slaves social with the plans of having cocktails beforehand. As you present yourself for my inspection, I notice that your toenails have several chipped areas peeking out from your black multi-strap heels.

This is unacceptable and I determine that a pedicure is required. Your usual shop is closed and so I pull into the next one that I come across. The slender little Vietnamese girl inquires as to what you want, and I tell her a pedicure only. She is looking at her watch and starts to say it is too late. I proceed to pick out the deep red metallic color and present it to her. She says, with a bit of a sigh, “Ok. let me close. You put name and address in book.” I give you the pen and she locks the door and turns out the sign and the lights in the front half of the shop. I sit in the chair next to you and watch as she does a very thorough pedicure on you, as matter of fact she is much more thorough than your usual girl. She takes a great deal of time inspecting between your toes with her latex gloved delicate fingers as she chats with you and I easily.

As she begins massaging your calves with the coconut scented body lotion, I notice that dreamy look in your half-closed eyes. I take a twenty out of my wallet and place it on your knee and suggest that she do a thorough job. She smiles and continues the massage going clear to your knees. Her hands glide over the backs of your knees, and I see the unmistakably signs of your arousal. Your nipples prominently present themselves through the fabric of your bra and silk blouse. She asks if that is ok and I say, “No a little higher.” As I reach for my wallet again, she has a coy smile on her face as I put a fifty high in your lap. She acknowledges it with a wink and a smile from ear to ear. She pauses long enough to change gloves and re-arrange your skirt to bare your suntanned thighs. She has your delicate black lace panties in full view as she continues her way up your legs. As she gets to the top and her fingers are so tantalizingly close, she gives you a tentative rub that could have been accidental but causes you to moan softly. She looks at me with lusty eyes and licks her lips. I nod in the affirmative. She wastes no time hooking the band of your panties and tugging at them. You look at me wide eyed and in a bit of a panic. I smile and say, “Enjoy,” and you raise your ass from the chair. In an instant your panties are whisked from your perfectly groomed pussy. She places your legs as far apart as she can and gently caresses your cleft. Her fingers stroke you tenderly from clit to asshole and you are slipping into an arousal zone that I see as your multi-orgasmic state. She has been with a woman before and you recognize that, your body responds and the soft petals of your flower open to her dancing fingertips. She is looking at me for permission and I give it as I am busy rubbing the massive erection that is now raging in my pants. She uses your copious lubrication to insert one, and then two fingers into you. She contacts your cervix and gives your uterus a little shake. You respond with a gasp. Her fingers curl forward and with little or no exploration she has you hooked in a G-spot/clitoral hold.

I notice that she is playing with herself and I point to her hand. She presents the shiny glove to me. I sniff it and hold it firmly as I unbutton your white blouse. I expertly unlatch the nursing clasp on your right side and watch her eyes grow in amazement. You are already having drops appear and I direct her hand to your nipple and firmly place it on the position required to cause you to stream. I demonstrate it and then leave her to play. She does it again and soon lunges forward to latch on to you. You crush her head to your breast and tenderly hold on to her flowing black hair.

I get up and position your foot on the edge of the basin and then I direct her to squat onto your foot. In a matter of seconds, she has closed her legs onto your foot and you feel the warmth of her pussy on you. It gets wet in another second or two and she starts riding your foot.

She is an excellent suckler and your left breast is now auto streaming and has soaked your bra.

I get a text that says, “Where the hell are you two?” I snap a picture and send back the picture and the word “Busy.”

You are moaning again headed toward another O and she is swallowing and panting as your next orgasms are close together. You are first and she is a minute behind fucking your foot furiously. She is spent. I take her and pick her up off of you and place her in another chair. She is in a dream state of utter satisfaction. I take your panties and place them on her face. She smiles a Mona Lisa smile and starts straightening herself out. I noticed that she puts your panties in her pocket. I am fastening your heels as you put yourself together up top. Shaking my head I tell you that you are not presentable, and we must return home.

Your new little girlfriend is making a fuss about color and I tell her, “Tomorrow night. You will make a house call.” She has to grasp it… “Yes sir.”

When we get home, I guide you to the high director’s chair, take what’s left of your left breast, and then kneel at your feet. I remove the shoes reverently. And kiss the foot that she rode, savoring her juices as I lap them up. I pause, asking you if you think she is sniffing your panties by now. You giggle and say, “I hope so.” Then as I kiss my way up your coconut scented legs and pause once again at your splayed open pussy I inquire “How would you like a playmate from time to time?” I am met with only tears of happiness.