Page 4 of Rawest Venom

“Don’t.” Will grabs a leg before I can wipe the ball of my foot on the sheets. Examining it like a podiatrist, he lifts it to his nose and sniffs. His deep inhale seems to travel down his body and pump up his cock to its full capacity. It makes a leap toward me. “Fuck. Your feet are absolutely perfect. Even your little nails are painted.” So grateful I spent last Saturday doing a pedicure. “You-you don’t mind, do you?” As I lower my ankle to his waist, his eyes latch onto my face. Raising my other leg, I join my feet around his stiff dick. “Oh, god… That’s amazing. The skin is so smooth. Y-yes.”

Bending my knees, my feet rub up and down a few times as he stands at the side of the bed, rocking his hips in sync with my strokes. “Is that good?”

“God, yes. But can I watch you? Can I watch you play with yourself?”

With my most sultry eyes, I say, “You wanna watch me play with my pussy, Will?”

Grabbing my feet and holding them tighter around his cock, he bites his lip and smirks. “Yeah, I do. Let me see.” He nods to my panties.

Once I’ve tugged them down to my knees, I lean over on one elbow and touch my clit with a few fingers, running circles with the tips.

“Damn! Your pussy is perfect, too…”

“You want to play with it?”

Will leans forward and spreads me with two thumbs, just staring at the pink skin. With a small nod to his dick, he says, “Don’t let up, though. Keep going.” I pick back up with my foot job.

Licking his bottom lip, Will continues to study me, as if mine is the first vagina he’s ever seen before. The glasses he’s still wearing only add to the nerdy student vibe he has going on. Watching my eyes, he dips a thumb inside my hole while I continue to tease my clit. “D-does that feel good?”

“Mmm, yeah… It does.” I let my head hang back along with my hair, exposing the open column of my neck down to my breasts. Will takes the hint and plunges his cock rapidly between my feet while finding a nipple with his tongue, then sucks with his thick lips until I release a loud moan.

A hint of a whisper comes through as Will’s fingers wiggle one of my big toes. Barely audible, I think I hear the word “piggy.” Suckling again on my nipple, he breathes onto it, causing me to shiver while he moves on to my next toe. “And this little piggy stayed home.”

I glance down at where he’s singing the child’s song breathlessly in between nursing sucks. Before I can slow my stroke, he grips my feet and rubs on them harder, then looks me in the eye. “This little piggy had, ugh, roast beef.” Dipping his head, he bites my breast as I cry out, my thighs involuntarily closing around his waist from the shock of pain.

His groans vibrate through my skin, and when I add some ball action to my job, I know he’s getting close.

“Th-this little piggy had none.”

“Um, Will?” Unsure if I should stop things, I sense he may take an ax to me after this is all over, but as I pull back, he grabs my smallest toe and starts ramming into my feet.

“And this,” he sputters as he speaks. Then, in some deep, demonic voice, he growls, “This little piggy wentwee wee weeall the waycome, ugh!”

My head snaps up.Thatwas unexpected. “You good—” But as I ask my question, he spurts cum all over my feet, ankles, legs, and some of my thighs.

Even as it ropes out of the tip, he pants out, “Shit, shit, shit. I’m so, so sorry. Fuck, so sorry.”

“Why are you apolog?—”

“I’ll get you a towel. I’m so sorry.” Will pulls on his pants and sprints to the bathroom, returning with a crusty hand towel that’s clearly never been washed.

“Oh, thank you.” While I wipe up, Will paces in front of the bed and runs his hands through his hair repeatedly. “You okay?” I ask carefully.

“Yeah. Sorry, I just, um, didn’t mean to make such a mess.”

“It happens. I’m glad I could make you make a mess,” I say, giving him a bright smile. “Do you have anything to drink?”

“Of course. You want a beer? Is that vegan? Sorry. Water?”

“Water sounds great.” As soon as he steps from the room, my hands push down my skirt and throw on my boots before I waltz to his computer. Just for a gander. What’s Will into these days? Got any secret lovers? Babies from other women? Peeking my head out from the bedroom door, I call to him, “Can I use your bathroom in here?”

“Yeah, of course. I’ll just be in here. Want to watch a movie or something?”

“Absolutely.” But I don’t go into the bathroom. Instead, my fingers tap lightly on the keyboard and… Oops! The monitor lights up, and my eyeshappento catch what’s on the screen.

An appropriate amount of bathroom time later, I reappear in the living room, my arms extended in a long stretch over my head. Will sits on his couch with his elbows on his knees, flipping through the selections for a romantic comedy.

Opening my mouth wide, I let out a big yawn sound. “Hey. I’m sorry, but I’m feeling pretty tired now. I’m going to head on home.”

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