My cock twitched reflexively as I absorbed Stacey's last words. I elected to remain lying on the bed, knowing that this would satisfy Stacey's requirements that my posture was not a dominant one. I was completely onboard with having my feet washed by the two young blondes, as this submissive cleansing act only served to increase my anticipation. In fact, the elevated suspense was similar to how I felt all those years ago when Samantha lovingly soaped up my asshole in her oversized shower enclosure, as I waited anxiously in the hope that my boss was about to give me a rim-job.
Crystal and Stacey left the room, returning shortly with a bowl of soapy water, two wash cloths and a pair of Egyptian cotton hand towels. They were still both naked, except for their high-heels and matching crotchless panties, and as they knelt together at the end of the bed, Crystal issued me some instructions.
"Scoot down the bed, Mark," my girlfriend said sweetly. "Let your legs hang over the edge so that your feet reach the bowl."
The water felt nice and warm as my feet sunk beneath its surface, and almost immediately Crystal was outlining my preferences to her teen friend.
"Mark likes a very soft touch, Stacey," my girlfriend began. "He enjoys it when I rake my nails across the soles of his feet, and loves them being gently tickled by my fingertips."
Stacey was a quick study, and I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of two girls kneeling before me while they washed my feet. Occasionally, Crystal would suggest minor corrections to Stacey's technique, but for the most part I was unable to tell them apart. Once my feet were thoroughly scrubbed, Crystal and Stacey patted them dry, using the Egyptian cotton hand towels. These expensive towels were soft to the touch, extremely absorbent, and lint-free, which left my feet in the requisite spotless condition for a total pamper session.
"Ok, Mark," Crystal instructed. "Scoot back up on the bed, and prop your head up on a couple of pillows so that you can watch us give you a much deserved foot-worship session."
I wasn't sure how Stacey would feel about Crystal's choice of words, but there was no verbal pushback from her. This led me to assume that we were still within Stacey's comfort zone, as far as her aversion to dominant men was concerned. I felt like Stacey was amenable to the idea of pampering me, although I didn't know at the time that she needed a pretty big favor from me.
"Ok, the next step is to moisturize our hands," Crystal continued, as she shared the secrets of her foot pamper session with her best friend. "Use plenty of product, and focus on your finger pads."
It was the running commentary and the visual of their ritualistic preparation that I found so erotic, and as I watched the two of them condition their hands so that they would be soft to the touch, my cock slowly stiffened.
"I think Mark likes it so far, Crystal," Stacey said with a giggle, as she made eye contact with me and winked playfully.
The girls' attention to my feet began innocently enough, with Crystal taking the lead on one of my feet, and Stacey following on in quick succession, with the other one. It felt fantastic to have two sets of manicured nails raking across the soles and the arches of my feet. The pleasure ramped up exponentially as the two of them began to caress and tickle my soles with the soft fleshy undersides of their recently moisturized fingertips.
"Barely make any contact, Stacey," Crystal instructed. "Mark loves that particular caress."
The two young blondes tickled and tenderly caressed my feet and ankles for several minutes, smiling agreeably at me whenever I looked them in the eyes. My cock was completely erect by this time, and a drop of pre-cum was visible at the meatus. Crystal clocked it right away, as she was acutely aware of my physical reaction to certain kinds of sexual stimulation, and knew that I was prone to leaking.
"Let me get that for you, Mark," Crystal said playfully, as she inserted her index finger between her moist lips.
Crystal sucked on her finger for a few seconds until it was moist with saliva. Then, leaning slightly forward from her kneeling position, she wiped the very tip of her finger across my meatus, thereby scooping up the small droplet of seminal fluid. Moving her finger suggestively towards her mouth, Crystal maintained eye-contact as she extended her tongue, and in an exaggerated manner licked up the pre-cum from her finger pad.
"We can take turns with the clean-up, Stacey," my girlfriend informed her friend. "Keep an eye on it. Mark will leak profusely when we start licking and kissing his feet."
My cock throbbed at Crystal's provocative choice of words, which seemed almost designed to test Stacey's commitment to pamper me. I am not sure if Crystal threw that out there as a trial close, but after zero verbal pushback from Stacey, it appeared that I was still on track to receive a foot-worship session. Stacey and Crystal caressed and tickled my feet for a few more minutes, and then Crystal spoke up.
"Next we gloss our lips, Stacey," my young girlfriend instructed. "I know in the past we have always worn the same shade of lipstick when we pamper men, but tonight is different. We need two distinct shades of gloss, because Mark will enjoy the visual even more if he knows whose lips were where."
I watched on intently as they applied their respective lipgloss. Crystal opted for a very feminine shade of light pink, while Stacey painted her lips in a beautiful pastel peach color. Once they were glammed up, the two of them blew me an air kiss, and I responded by expelling another small drop of pre-cum.
"I will do the honors," Stacey said playfully, expertly mimicking the actions that my girlfriend had made earlier.
Stacey sucked the tip of her middle finger, which predictably left a small ring of peach gloss around it. Then, as I watched on intently, Stacey leaned forward and reached over to the tip of my cock, before scooping up my pre-cum from my meatus. Mirroring Crystal's actions, Stacey also looked me right in the eyes as she playfully ingested the first indicators of my impending climax. It was a sight to behold, and I let out a whimper of desire as Stacey toyed with me.
Once Stacey was done teasing me, she knelt back down, and smiled broadly at me. Then, on a barely perceptible signal from Crystal, their beautiful faces disappeared behind my feet, and I heard the faint smacking sounds of lips meeting flesh, as they began to pepper the soles of my feet with light kisses. Occasionally, a pair of bright blue eyes would emerge from just above my outstretched toes, twinkling mischievously, as if the girl was having the time of her life. It was a visual that would be seared into my long-term memory, and something that I would masturbate to years later.
When Crystal lowered her pink lips onto my big toe and began to suck it as if it were a cock, I figured we had reached the limit of Stacey's submission. However, to my surprise she simply followed suit, and I watched on as the two teens bobbed up and down on their respective toes, never breaking eye contact with me. Adding to the visual was the fact that as the two of them fellated my big toes, their lipgloss was transferred to both of my largest digits. As I lay passively on the bed, with my head propped up against two pillows, I observed as Stacey and Crystal kissed and licked the entirety of my feet. No square inch was left untouched, and they even licked between my toes, such was their desire to provide me with an all encompassing foot worship session.
Every few minutes, one of them would cease their pampering, and attend to the clean up of my prodigious flow of pre-cum. It felt as if the teenage blondes were willing to worship my feet all night, and it was me who finally broke under the sustained stimulation, and cried uncle.
"Stacey, Crystal," I whispered shakily, "I need release, please. Can you guys move your attention to my cock? I feel like I am about to burst, if I don't bust a nut soon."
Stacey let out a giggle as she processed the level of my arousal, and the two young women flashed each other a congratulatory smile.
"Like I said earlier, Mark," Stacey responded playfully. "Pace yourself. Crystal and I can probably coax four loads out of you tonight, and then you will be glad that you hadn't rushed. I promise that we will check off everything on your sexual bucket list, but let us work at our pace. We are no strangers to threesomes."
"Yes," Crystal added without censoring herself. "We pampered Snake in this exact manner on numerous occasions. And John took our reins multiple times too, although he had enjoyed the additional stimulation of the CumSlut."
"Jesus, Crystal," I responded reflexively. "Can you please engage your brain before you blurt out whatever is on your mind? I don't want to be constantly reminded about how many men my wife fucked during our marriage."
"Yes, Crystal," Stacey said in an exasperated tone. "Show some respect."
It was moments like these that made me yearn to be back with Samantha. No matter the occasion, Samantha never made a social faux pas, never embarrassed herself or anyone in close proximity with a poor choice of words. She embodied class, and was comfortable in any social setting. Crystal, by contrast, had sucked and fucked her way through an entire click of black gangsters, and was unable to censor herself under any circumstances.
To their credit, Stacey and Crystal did start to move their attention towards my swollen nuts and leaking cock-head, but their progress was tantalizingly slow. They licked, nibbled, kissed and sucked my ankles, my calves, my knees, (and the associated erogenous zones located right behind), until they ended up with their lips on my inner-thighs. As they moved slowly up my body, telegraphing their intent, the anticipation caused me to leak profusely. Every few minutes, one of them would offer to perform the clean-up ritual, which had been modified to use the lips instead of the fingertip.
It was phenomenal to watch the young blondes take turns to lower their mouths onto the tip of my cock to remove my pre-cum from my meatus. Of course, each attempt at clean-up resulted in a transfer of lipgloss to my glans, and by the time they were in position to give me a two-girl blowjob, my cock-head was covered in traces of light pink and pastel peach lipstick.
Crystal and Stacey took turns fellating me. When it was Crystal's turn to blow me, Stacey would lick my nuts or nibble my scrotum, all the while maintaining eye contact with me to maximize my enjoyment. However, when Stacey sucked my cock, Crystal lay next to me on the bed and whispered in my ear.
"I am so sorry for my history with John," my girlfriend began, the remorse evident in her voice. "I knew that he was fucking your wife, but I never thought for one moment that you and I would end up together. I will do everything in my power to make sure that you enjoy every single perverse sex-act that I performed for John, and much more," Crystal added. "I promise that you will take more from me than your nemesis ever did."
I don't know if they had pre-planned this or if it just unfurled naturally, but Crystal and Stacey edged me for the better part of forty-five minutes. At one point they played a game called 'deep-throat,' which as the name suggests involved seeing whose lips could go the deepest on my cock. Normally the results would have been subjective and difficult to quantify, but as they were both wearing different colored lipgloss, it was an easy contest to judge. Crystal's light pink lip covering was visible right at the base of my shaft, encircling my swollen nuts, as difficult as that was for me to comprehend. After numerous attempts to beat Crystal, Stacey finally conceded.
