I didn’t really need a pedicure. My feet looked fine. But the woman who does them is hot as fuck, so I booked an appointment anyway. [Photo Avajoys]
Priya works out of her place in a rough part of town. She’s Indian, a bit soft and curvy, with a big round ass that fills out her tight white leggings. You can always see the thin string of her thong cutting into her cheeks and the front of the fabric disappearing into her pussy lips. Under her open work shirt she usually wears a little halter top that barely covers her small B-cup tits. And the way she looks at you… always a little dirty, always a little inviting.
Today was no different. She opened the door with a big smile and led me into the treatment room. While I took off my jacket, shoes and socks, she bent over to get her stuff ready. The leggings pulled tight and I got a perfect view of her thong and the way the fabric was already riding up her crack. Instant hard-on.
She told me to sit in the chair and put one foot up on the footrest. She sat on her little rolling stool, took my foot in her soft hands and said, “You’ve got nice feet.”
I looked her straight in the eyes and said, “You’ve got nice eyes.”
She smiled. “Not much work needed today.”
I winked. “I didn’t come for the feet.”
She knew exactly what I meant. I kept staring straight at the fat cameltoe pressed against her leggings while she worked on my first foot. She saw me looking and didn’t say a word.
After the first foot she asked if I wanted tea. I said yes just so I could watch her walk. She spilled a bit on her shirt, handed me the cup, then turned and bent forward to grab a cloth. Her ass pushed back toward me. I couldn’t stop myself — I reached out and stroked one cheek. She didn’t pull away. She stayed bent a second longer than she needed to. I kept my hand there, tracing the line of her thong toward her thigh. Right before I reached her pussy she stood up, turned around and gave me a look that said “keep going.”
She sat back down on the stool, legs spread wide, and started on my other foot. Her eyes were locked on the obvious bulge in my pants. I grabbed my cock through the fabric and squeezed. We stayed like that for a few seconds, just staring, before she went back to work.
A little later she gripped my foot higher, pushed my toes back so my heel pressed right against the soft mound of her pussy through the leggings, and pushed her hips forward at the same time. Pressure. Direct pressure on her cunt.
She looked at my crotch and said, “I want to see it.”
I unzipped, pulled my hard cock out and grinned. “It wants to feel you.”
She spit in her palm, wrapped her wet hand around my shaft and started stroking. Slow and tight. Better than most blowjobs I’ve had. I told her I wanted to touch her. She stood up beside the chair, still jacking me, and leaned in. I slid my hands under her shirt, up her back, then around to her small tits. I pulled the cups of her bra down and played with her nipples while she kept working my cock.
She bent further and took me in her mouth. Watching her tongue push the mix of spit and my precum up over the head was filthy as hell. I got both hands under her top, squeezing her tits, while my other hand yanked her leggings down over her ass. The soft flesh spilled out around the thin string. I ran my thumb under the thong, pressed against her tight little asshole. She pulled my hand away and said, “Not today. Plenty of other things to play with.”
So I moved lower. Her pussy was soaked. I pulled the wet thong to the side and slid two fingers straight into her. She was dripping. My thumb found her clit and rubbed while I fucked her with my fingers. She started moving her hips harder and begged for a third finger. She wanted to get finger-fucked hard and fast.
When I told her I wanted to taste her, she pulled me out of the chair and led me across the hall into a small bedroom. She pushed me onto the bed, climbed up and sat right on my face. I licked and sucked and fingered her while she stroked my cock. Her breathing got louder, then the moans started. When I said I was close and wanted to fuck her, she asked if I had a condom. I said no. Between moans she told me we weren’t fucking — I could come in her mouth instead.
She came hard on my tongue, shaking and moaning, then went straight back to sucking me. That wet tongue trick of hers finished me in seconds. I shot into her mouth and she kept her lips sealed around my cock, holding every drop. She didn’t swallow, just held it.
I wanted to stay and keep going, but she said she had another client coming. I asked if she did this with other guys. She looked at me dead serious and said, “They can book a pedicure. If I’m in the mood, maybe more happens. Same goes for you.”
When I asked what I owed her, she got a little annoyed. “You know what a pedicure costs. You came for a pedicure and you got one. I was horny and wanted more. Consider the rest a bonus.”
I’m already planning the next appointment.
