Footjob Threesome With His Mistress

Title: A Dirty Tryst: The Footjob Threesome with His Mistress

John selfishly desired his mistress, a beautiful young woman named Tanya, more than anything. She was exquisite, with luscious curves, hypnotic eyes, and feet that drove him wild with lust. Every time he looked at her delicate, high-arched feet, he wanted to worship them reverently, treasure them, and make them his own.

One sultry evening, as John lay tangled in sheets with his wife Tina, he thought of Tanya’s perfect feet. His wife, kind and loving, kissed him tenderly, but John’s mind wandered to visions of Tanya. Guilt panged his heart, yet deep within, an insatiable hunger for his mistress consumed him.

Just then, Tina sighed contentedly and slipped out of bed to make them both tea. John leapt at the chance. Quickly putting on clothes, he hastily sent a text to Tanya, “Meet me at my place in 15 minutes or else.”

Moments later, John paced the apartment, fingers twitching with anticipation. The sudden buzz of the doorbell made his heart leap. He yanked it open to reveal Tanya, clad in a slinky dress that gleamed against her olive skin. Her “Hello, John,” purred hotly, a wicked curl teasing her lips.

He dragged her inside, slamming and locking the door. In a flash, their mouths collided in a fevered kiss. Their hands groped and explored, making feverish demands on coveted flesh. ” Strip,” John commanded his mistress in a hoarse whisper.

Tanya smiled, wicked and inviting, as she slowly peeled off her dress. Each inch of revealed skin inflamed John’s desire. Her breasts were full and rounded, narrowing to a small waist, then flaring enticingly into shapely hips. Finally, she kicked off her heels, presenting her feet to him, calling him to admire what was his for the taking.

“If only you could see yourself now,” she breathed in a honeyed voice.

John’s fingers twitched with need. “Come here, you tease,” he growled. He pushed her onto the couch, knelt at her feet, and felt the soles of her feet rest against his eager face.

He worshipped them reverently, kissing and licking a path up her instep. Her soft gasps sent shockwaves of pleasure straight to his engorged member. He loved seeing the effect his touch had on her.

Raising above her, John fumbled with his belt buckle, his painfully erect cock already straining against his pants. With a triumphant curse, he kicked them off, freeing himself. “Goddamn, I need you now.”

“Yes,” Tanya pleaded breathily, “Now, please!”

John attacked her berry-colored lips again, their tongues twirling in a tango of debauchery as he urged her thighs open wide. He rubbed his throbbing erection against her already dripping slit, moaning as he felt her juices coat him.

With a brutal thrust, he impaled her on his stiff cock, grunting as her tight pussy clenched him like a vice. Tanya cried out, her nails raking down his back as he pistoned within her soaked folds.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he ground out, fucking her harder, deeper.

John reached down to grab her ankles, pushing her legs high around his waist as he pounded mercilessly into her wet core. Her feet made delicious contact with his flesh.

“Yes, just like that, fuck me!” Tanya screamed in bliss, her dark hair whipping around as pleasure wracked her body.

With a savage snarl, John flipped Tanya over, then forced her up on her hands and knees. He pummeled into her from behind, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. The wet slap of skin on skin, their animalistic grunts and moans, filled the air.

John looked down and watched his mistress’s mouth-dropping ass bounce in rhythm with his deep strokes. The view possessed him, made him lose control.

“Yeah, take it, you dirty girl!” he roared.

Harder and faster, he drilled into her, his balls slapping lewdly against her clit. Tanya pressed back against him, meeting his every vicious thrust.

“Coming,” Tanya shrieked, her body shaking uncontrollably.

“Me too,” John spluttered, hisloading jets of hot cum erupting deep inside her, painting her walls white.

They collapsed together in a groaning heap, sweaty and spent. John pulled out, watching the mixture of their fluids trickle down her thighs. The debauchery thrilled him and he ran a hand possessively along her spine.

In a daze, he collected his thoughts, savoring this moment. John knew he’d happily resign all, give up everything, just to be buried in Tanya’s perfect feet forever. His mistress, his possession, his private ecstasy.