Some days just go from bad to worse and today was definitely one of those days.
It started way too early with my phone ringing because my mother doesn't understand how time zones work. I avoid talking to her whenever possible so I didn't answer. That's when the text messages started. I shouldn't read those either, but I have no self-control. I mean she's my mother, what if there's something wrong with her? What if she's really calling to make sure I'm okay for once?
There was nothing wrong with her and she wasn't calling to check on me. Then I had a crap assignment with a jackass manager who thought hiring an admin meant playing grab ass in a construction trailer. I reported him to the agency, but that still means I didn't work today. Thankfully, Mike isn't making me pay rent, but my student loans, credit cards, insurance, and car payment all still have to be paid. I need to find a permanent position if I have any hope of getting back on my feet and I need to do that. I'm getting way too attached to Mike. After the revelations I had in that sex club I'm doing my damnedest to be objective about him but it's nearly impossible. I tell myself it's just sex it doesn't mean anything and then I catch myself daydreaming about an actual relationship. It's stupid. Even worse it's reckless. I'm going to get my heart broken, that much is certain the question now is how bad is it going to be.
Thankfully, getting home early means I'll have the house to myself for a few hours. Which gives me a chance to be in the right frame of mind when Mike comes home. Not an emotional train wreck.
Too bad he came home early too.
"What's wrong?" He asks as soon as he sees me.
"Nothing." I smile and immediately turn off the tv. I'm not crying because I don't cry. So, I'm not sure how he knows there's something wrong. He sits down beside me and levels that piercing gaze on me. Man, that look makes me feel like he can see right through me.
"You can tell me."
"What makes you think there's anything wrong?"
"You're wearing sweats." I immediately look at my legs, my knees are pulled up. He's right, I am wearing sweats I put them on when I got home and took my work clothes off.
"You're balled up on the couch." Mike continued, "You're watching a zombie movie. You hate zombie movies. So, what's the deal? Period? Do you need chocolate? Wine? A heating pad?" I can't help but laugh at that. I've never met a guy that wanted to be helpful with a period, most just disappear.
"Thank you, but no. I'm on long-term birth control. No periods."
"Wow, that's nice I guess."
"It's very nice."
"So, what's up?"
"I just had a crappy day, no biggie."
"Gimme a foot." He put his hand out but I'm not sure what he means. Still, I hesitantly put my foot in his hand. He pulled my sock off and began rubbing the arch. It felt really good I just wasn't sure why he was doing it. Was this leading to a foot fetish interlude? I hope so.
"Tell me about your day." His magic fingers are magic on feet too because it feels really really good. I can't resist turning more and relaxing back against the armrest on the couch.
"My mom is getting married." I blurted it out completely forgetting that it might bother him to hear about her. But he continued rubbing my foot without faltering.
"Isn't she already married?"
"Divorced last year."
"I haven't met this new guy, don't care to, but she called and texted and basically demanded that I be there for the wedding."
"Maybe she just wants you to be a bridesmaid or something."
"Yeah right, she has an angle she always does." I hate that her antics bother me so much, I'm an adult, I should be over it but I'm not.
"Yeah, probably."
"Did she... hurt you badly?" He looked surprised by the question and I guess he would be, it's kind of weird for me to be asking.
"No. I... I knew what I was getting into with her." I'm not entirely sure what that means, but I'm not sure I should question it.
"I think yours is still her longest marriage to date. Which I guess isn't surprising because her taste in men is... awful and you're actually a decent guy." Mike didn't say anything he just reached for my other foot and pulled the sock off. "I... I wouldn't have made it through my teen years if it wasn't for you. I know that and you should know that I really appreciate that and I regret the trouble I caused you."
"You didn't cause me any trouble and I didn't do anything extraordinary. You're tough and self-sufficient you survived your upbringing on your own. I'm glad I made things a little easier for you but it's your accomplishment."
"What accomplishment." I huffed, "I can't talk to her and yet I can't not talk to her. As much as I want to I can't tell her to fuck off. I still have this delusion that she gives a shit. I can't block her because what if she actually calls to see how I am. What if she actually remembers my birthday once." I can't believe I just spewed all that! I clamp my hand over my mouth to stop the flow of words but Mike just smiles at me.
"It's normal to want her approval. You've done a damn good job of distancing yourself from her example. Otherwise, you wouldn't have made it through college. You would have been married and divorced by now. Be proud of the woman that you are because you're amazing."
His words make me warm. My friends don't understand my weird love-hate relationship I have with her but he does. He sees a hell of a lot more than I ever gave him credit for. He's seeing a lot more now and I'm not sure that's a good thing. This is supposed to be about sex I need to keep it that way.
"You're a great listener, Dr. Montgomery." His eyebrows go up, and my foot slides lower. "I just don't know what this uncontrollable attraction I have to men in positions of authority is. I mean my professors, my supervisors... Doctors." I sit forward a little and rub my foot along his cock. It's starting to grow behind his slacks.
"Why don't you tell me what exactly it is you find yourself doing with these men."
"When I see them I just want to take my clothes off. I can't stop thinking about taking their dicks in my hands. I want their cum all over my tits I want them to fuck me doggy style and then come all over my ass." He's fully engorged now, he feels good against my foot. "What do you think Doctor, it must be some kind of mental defect to want your cum all over me right? Oh, I mean their cum."
"I don't think it's a mental defect at all just a sign of healthy sexuality. Have you tried acting out your fantasy?"
"Of course. How else would I have gotten an A in microeconomics?"
Mike laughed at that but I notice that he's now holding my foot against his cock, directing my movements.
"I was thinking maybe I should act out my fantasy with someone else. Maybe a professional that can make sure it's a normal fantasy and not a mental defect."
"That sounds like a very reasonable plan."
"Oh good, I was hoping you would think so." I sit up and sweep my shirt over my head. My bra quickly follows.
"Do my breasts look normal to you doctor? Maybe you should examine them."
"I'm not that kind of doctor."
"I think you should give me a very thorough examination, Doctor. Just to be sure there's nothing wrong with me. Maybe it's a physical affliction that's made me fuck every one of my professors... twice."
"I suppose there could be a physical cause." Mike reaches up and takes hold of my waistband and pulls my sweats down and then off."
"No panties, Ms. Carmichael?"
"When I wear them they're always wet."
Mike leans over me running his nose over my lower stomach. "You smell very enticing, no defect there. Spread your legs for me." Those words send a shudder through me. But my knees part immediately. He licks very slowly in three long swipes. "You taste delicious, no defect there." He slides two of his magic fingers into me and I can't suppress a moan. He moves his fingers against my g-spot and sucks my clit and I cum immediately.
"Hmm that seems to be an overactive orgasm response, this may be the problem."
"What should I do about it?"
"Have more orgasms, as many as possible." He begins licking my clit again making me squirm from the sensitivity.
"But Doctor I already have so many orgasms" I pant.
"In that case maybe a little orgasm denial is in order." His fingers backed off and his tongue circled around my clit not touching it. "Maybe It would help if I just work you up and up until you beg to come."
"Whatever you think is best doctor."
"Why don't you show me exactly what it is that you do to these men to make them cover you in cum." He stood and stripped off his clothes.
"What can you tell me about foot fetishes doctor?" Mike smiles and reaches for my foot.
"A fascination with feet or items that pertain to feet." He lifts my foot and puts his mouth over my big toe and sucks and I gasp. It's an odd sensation but it shoots sensation straight to my pussy, just like when he sucks my nipples. He moves down licking and sucking every one of my toes and I'm panting before he's even finished.
"Wow, that's... fantastic." He grinned and repeated the entire process, then took my other foot and did the same. I hope he wasn't serious about the orgasm denial because I'm really close to coming just from what he's doing to my toes.
"How do I make you come with my feet?"
He helps me sit up and move to the ottoman. My knees are bent and butterflied out to the side with the bottom of my feet together. Mike dribbles some lube on my feet and the holds them while he slides his cock in between. It feels really good. Mike's cock rubbing against my arches, but it seems wrong. I'm not doing it, he's just using my feet.
"Okay, doc I think I got it." Mike stops stroking his cock on my feet and releases them. I'm pretty flexible and my feet are pretty limber so I think I can do a better job.
Holding his cock up with my feet I lay over and suck the head of his cock.
"Mmm. Strawberry." I murmur against his cock. He switched to the flavored stuff after I told him I liked it. He groans and I know I'm on the right track. Sucking just the head while stroking with my feet. Unfortunately, this isn't the most comfortable position. I sit up and move back a little so I can actually use my toes. The slippery lube makes my toes slide easily and my red toenails make the visual pretty hot too. This is a lot more fun than a hand job and Mike seems to be enjoying it too. At least until he abruptly pulls away.
