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The Gorgeous Pedicurist Exploded as My Seed Shot All Over Her Pretty Painted Toenails

She earned her tip and went above and beyond to take care of my needs

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A frown creased my forehead. Confused, I looked from the pink, purple, and frilly storefront to the text open on my phone.

“Okay, this is the address.” I dialed the phone, mumbling while it rang. “But what the hell, Mum?”

“Hullo, Matt. Are you done already?” Incredulous, I looked up at the storefront again and chuckled.

“Done? Mum, what the hell am I supposed to do here?” She giggled — freaking laughed — at me. “Bugger me, Mum, it’s a damn salon. I can’t go in there.”

She was laughing so hard she almost couldn’t speak, but Mum always found a way to get her point across.

“Yes, you can. Now park that car and get your damn arse in there.” I could see her pointing her finger at me, trying to get all stern while still giggling. Bloody Hell. “Just give that card to the girl at the front desk. You’ll love it, I promise.”

My eyes rolled almost into the back of my head. “Mum, it’s a girly salon. What the hell could I do in there?”

She refused to take no for an answer and began regaling me with how difficult my birth was. And how she only wanted the best for me. Also that she still felt the ache in her pelvis on rainy days, because my head had been so big.

“Fine. Mum. Fine.” I pulled into the tiny lot beside the salon and parked. “Car’s stopped. I’m heading in… but I’m warning you, this better not be some kind of joke.”

Contrite, yet triumphant, she told me to have a good time and said farewell. Still not knowing what I was getting myself into, I beeped the alarm as I rounded the corner and headed into the salon.

“Welcome to the Purple Petunia.” The visibly frustrated woman behind the counter didn’t even look up from the computer. “I’ll be right with you once this wanker of a computer does what it should.” Her last comment, muttered from between clenched teeth, made me smile. This is something I could do here.

“Do you need a hand?” I leaned on the counter, noting the make, model and sheer age of her computer.

Caribbean blue eyes looked up to mine. Violet-tipped nails tucked a lock of lavender hair behind her ear. Snug tank top barely contained her luscious breasts, nipples pebbling as I stared at them. I licked my lips. Hints at the voluptuous curves hidden behind the counter had my cock straining against my zipper.

“And just what do you think you can do for me this afternoon, sir?” Her tone asked what the hell I wanted, but the way her eyes roamed over me told me what she would do to give it to me.

Sassy and curt. I liked it. And her. My cock throbbed. Fingers itched to palm a tit and pinch a nipple.

Fuck, Mum gets wind of this, I’ll never hear the end of it. I willed my dick down, but he was having none of it.

“Well, I’m an IT guy and can probably sort that relic out for you.” I flashed my flirty smile at her. “And I was told to give you this.” I handed her the card my Mum had given me.

One glance at the card, and she blushed. “Oh, you’re Matt.” She looked up at me from hooded eyes. “Nice to meet you, Matt. I’m Leona.”

So you know who I am, do you, gorgeous? I smirked, cocky shrug belying my nerves. I’d never reacted to someone like this.

“That’s what they tell me.” My palms were sweaty. Heart raced. Desire tightened my balls. Cock hard. Jeans tight. All I wanted to do was grab her hips and sink myself into her.

Then she stood up, motioning me to follow her, and I was a goner.

Holy fuck, that ass. Lavender yoga pants, to match her tank, covered full hips and a biteable apple-shaped ass. I swallowed hard as she led me down a short hallway to a purple door with a large golden star on it.

“Here we are,” she gestured me into the chair, “Have seat, Matt. Remove your shoes and socks and I’ll be right with you.”

Leona closed the door and I dropped into the reclining chair, wondering why in the hell I needed to take my shoes and socks off.

But doing it like a good little boy, anyway.

“All right, Matt,” she pulled up a stool and perched in front of me, her captivating blue eyes on mine. “Phyllis arranged for you to have a full foot spa treatment.”

Nimble fingers pulled my right foot into her lap, massaging the sole of my foot. I squirmed, needing to readjust myself without scaring the pretty lady.

“Is everything okay, Matt?” Innocent question, I know, but the heat from her pussy made what she was doing so naughty.

Can you just, I don’t know, press my heel into your cunt so I can ground myself into you? That’d be great. Thanks.

One hand swiped down my face. “Yeh, I’m fine. Honest.” Hand resting on the chair, I looked up at her.

She licked her lips. Swallowed, hard. Stared at me.

At my denim-covered cock. And, fuck, if he didn’t like that. A lot.

Our eyes met. She blushed and bit her lip. I took a deep breath and leaned forward. I cupped her cheek, brushing my thumb over her lips, and paused.

“Can I kiss you?” I breathed against her mouth, licking her lips at her nod and breathless agreement.

Sweet. Honey. Lemon. Cinnamon. Like a fresh baked lemon curd-filled pastry. Addictive. I wanted more.

I kissed my way down her neck. She walked her fingers up my thigh. Grabbed my cock. Gave him a little squeeze.

“Oh, he likes that.” I breathed against her neck.

“So do I.” She undid my jeans and pulled my cock out, peering up at me from beneath her lashes. “Can I try something I’ve always wanted to do?”

I nodded and she pushed me back into the chair, pulling the footrest up to recline me. Hands on my hips, she tugged my pants and boxer briefs down and off, tossing them into the corner before locking the door.

She removed her shoes and socks. I licked my lips. She had the cutest, sexiest little feet I’d ever seen. And her toes were a beautiful deep blue color. I pulled her feet into my lap, rubbing them for her.

“Oh, bloody hell, Matt,” she whimpered, squirming on the end of the footrest. “That is heavenly.”

Leona wrapped her hand around my shaft and stroked me. Lips pursed, she sucked pre-cum from her finger with a moan.

She took a deep breath and told me to lay back as she caressed, then licked, my hard cock.

“So silky. Soft.” Her surprised blue eyes flew to mine. “So hard… under all that velvety softness.” Shy smile lit her face as she wrapped her hands around the footrest and leaned onto her elbows. “I’ve never done this before… I hope it’s okay.”

The gorgeous, curvy, lavender-haired goddess cradled my rock hard cock between her toes. One foot on either side, she stroked my shaft. Slow and easy.

“God, that feels amazing.” My head dropped back. I savored the sensation of the silken balls of her feet gliding up and down my cock.

Hips pulsing upward, I met her, stroke for stroke. My cock loved the attention. Balls tightened up, full and heavy. Ached for release.

Pre-cum dripped down my shaft, coating her toes. It squelched between them, and under them. She slid her gorgeous little feet all over my cock, driving me closer and closer to release.

I winked at her. Shot her a sexy grin. “Shit, luv, it’s more than okay.” I licked my lips as my eyes lit on the growing wet spot on her yoga pants. “It’s fecking amazing.”

A beautiful rosy glow lit her face. “It is.” She bit her lip, squeezing her feet together and moving them up and down my length.

“You’re sexy as hell, Leona.” Overcome with the need to feel her pussy, I snuck my bare foot between her thighs. I pressed my toes into her hot, wet pussy and growled. “Fuuck, Lee. You’re so wet for me.”

“Unnnh.” She moved her feet faster, taking me closer to the orgasm, whipping up my shaft. “Yes… oh, yes.”

Her cunt trembled and quaked under my toes. She shuddered as her orgasm slammed into her, the scent of her sweet honey filling the air as it coated my toes, running down my foot.

I gasped out, holding back the roar of my own release, cum spurting out the tip of my cock. All over her feet.

We grinned at each other as we came down from our shared high. I reached over and cupped her cheek.

“Thank you, Lee.” My thumb brushed her lips. “That was perfect.”

She kissed my palm. I was in love.

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