Erotic Stories: Nicole’s Toes in My Mouth
- Nov 22
- 7 min read
This Erotic story is written with XXX Story AI Writer
The studio air is thick with the scent of coconut oil and something far more intoxicating—her.
Nicole’s feet glisten under the lights, her toes flexing lazily as she watches you from beneath those dark, hooded lashes.
You’re supposed to be the photographer, the professional, but the way her soles shift against the velvet chaise has your cock straining against your slacks, your mouth watering like a starving man at a feast.
“You’re staring,” she purrs, her voice a slow, syrupy tease. “Again.”
You swallow hard, your fingers twitching around the camera. “Can’t help it.”
She smirks, knowing exactly what she does to you. With deliberate slowness, she lifts one foot, rotating her ankle in a slow circle.
The high arch of her sole catches the light, the tendons shifting beneath flawless skin. “You like this, don’t you?” Her toes curl, then stretch, the pads of her feet glistening. “The way my feet move. The way they flex.”
Your breath hitches as she drags her heel along the chaise, the sound of skin against velvet obscenely loud. She’s not just posing anymore—she’s performing. For you.
“Tell me,” she demands, her foot inching closer to your thigh. “How long have you wanted this?”
The truth claws its way out of you. “Since the first shoot. Since you walked in here barefoot and left those fucking prints on my floor.” Your voice is rough, desperate. “Since I had to adjust my cock in my pants every time you pointed your toes.”
Nicole’s lips part, her chest rising faster. She loves this—the confession, the hunger in your voice. “Then why are you still over there?” She hooks her toes under the hem of your slacks, tugging. “Come here.”
You don’t hesitate. The camera clatters to the floor as you step between her legs, your hands already fumbling with your belt. Her feet are right there, warm and slick with oil, her soles pressing against your thighs as you free your cock. It’s already leaking, throbbing, the tip brushing against her arch as she wraps her feet around you.
“God, you’re hard,” she murmurs, her toes tracing the veins along your shaft. “All for me?”
“Fuck, yes—” The word tears out of you as she begins to stroke—slow, teasing glides of her soles up and down your length. The heat of her feet is maddening, the way her heels catch on your tip with every upward drag. You can feel the lotion transferring, your cock glistening now too, precome mixing with the sweet, tropical scent of her skin.
“You like that?” she whispers, her foot sliding higher, her toes curling around your base. “You like being jerked off by my feet?”
“Nicole—fuck—” Your hips jerk forward, chasing the pressure, but she pulls back, denying you. Her other foot lifts, pressing against your chest, pushing you onto the chaise. Before you can react, she’s swinging her legs over you, her soles planting on either side of your hips, her toes brushing your abs.
“Stay still,” she orders, her voice dripping with command. “Let me take care of you.”
And then—oh god—she begins. Her feet move in perfect sync, her arches cradling your cock as she strokes you, her heels grinding against your tip with every upward motion. The sight of her above you, her tits rising and falling with every breath, her feet owning you—it’s too much. Your balls tighten, your vision blurring as pleasure coils tight in your gut.
“That’s it,” she coos, her toes teasing your slit, spreading the precome. “Let me see you ache for it.” She slows, her soles pressing flat against you, trapping your cock between them as she rocks her feet in slow, torturous circles. The friction is maddening, the heat of her skin searing into you. “You’re close, aren’t you? I can feel how hard you’re pulsing.”
“Nicole, please—” You’re begging now, your hands gripping her calves, your hips lifting helplessly into the pressure.
She leans forward, her breath hot against your ear. “Then come for me,” she whispers. “Come all over my feet.”
And just like that, you shatter. Your cock jerks between her soles, ropes of come painting her arches, her toes, the heat of your release mixing with the oil on her skin. She keeps stroking, milking you through it, her feet sliding in the mess you’ve made of her, her moans matching yours as she watches you fall apart.
When you finally collapse back against the chaise, spent and trembling, she smirks, lifting one foot to her mouth. Her tongue flicks out, tasting you, her eyes locked on yours as she licks your come from her skin.
“Good boy,” she purrs. “Now…” Her other foot presses against your chest, nudging you onto your back. “Let’s see how well you worship.”
Your back hits the chaise with a soft thud as Nicole looms over you, her feet planted on either side of your hips, her toes glistening with the remnants of your release. The sight of her—flushed, dominant, owning you—makes your spent cock twitch back to life. She smirks, noticing, her dark eyes gleaming with wicked intent.
“Still hungry, huh?” she teases, dragging her sole along your chest, the warm, sticky mess of your come transferring to your skin. “Good. Because I’m starving.”
Before you can react, she shifts, her knees pressing into the chaise as she lowers herself, her pussy hovering just above your mouth. The scent of her—musky, sweet, intoxicating—fills your senses as her toes brush your lips. “Lick,” she commands, her voice a throaty growl. “And don’t stop until I tell you.”
You obey instantly, your tongue flicking out to trace the delicate curve of her big toe. The taste of her skin—salty, warm, with the faintest hint of coconut oil—explodes across your tongue. She moans, her hips rolling slightly, her other foot sliding up to press against your cock, stroking you back to full hardness. “That’s it,” she breathes, her fingers tangling in your hair. “Just like that… worship them.”
You take her toe into your mouth, sucking gently, your tongue swirling around the pad. Her breath hitches, her pussy clenching above you, a bead of arousal glistening on her lips. You can smell how wet she is, how desperate. The knowledge sends a jolt through you, your cock throbbing against her sole as she grinds down, her arch massaging you in slow, teasing circles.
“Fuck, your mouth…” she whimpers, her toes curling against your tongue. “I want to feel that everywhere.”
With a growl, she shifts, her pussy sliding down until it’s pressed against your mouth. You don’t hesitate—your tongue spears into her, lapping at her folds as your hands grip her thighs, pulling her closer. She cries out, her feet planting on your chest as she rides your face, her toes flexing against your skin. “Yes—just like that—” Her voice is ragged, her hips rolling in desperate circles. “Don’t you dare stop—”
You groan against her, the vibrations making her tremble. Your cock is aching, trapped between her soles as she grinds down, her heels pressing against your balls. The dual sensations—her sweet, dripping pussy on your tongue, her feet working you over—have you teetering on the edge again. But you won’t come. Not yet. Not until she begs for it.
Nicole must sense your restraint because she suddenly pulls back, her pussy leaving your mouth with a wet pop. “On your knees,” she orders, her voice thick with need. “Now.”
You scramble to obey, kneeling before her as she spreads her thighs, her feet planting on the edge of the chaise. Her pussy is glistening, swollen, begging to be filled. She crooks a finger, beckoning you forward. “Fuck me,” she demands, her toes curling against your chest. “And don’t you dare hold back.”
You surge forward, your cock sliding home in one deep, desperate thrust. The heat of her is maddening, her walls clenching around you as her head falls back with a cry. “Yes—just like that—fuck—” Her feet lift, pressing against your chest as you pound into her, her toes digging into your skin. “Harder—give me everything—”
You obey, your hips snapping against hers, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the studio. Her tits bounce with every thrust, her nails raking down your back as her feet slide higher, her soles pressing against your shoulders. “Lick them,” she gasps, her voice desperate. “I want to feel your tongue—”
You don’t hesitate. Leaning forward, you capture her toes in your mouth, sucking them as you fuck her, your tongue swirling around each digit. The taste of her skin, the way her pussy clenches around you—it’s too much. You’re close, your balls tightening, your cock swelling inside her.
“That’s it—I’m gonna come—” Nicole’s back arches, her walls fluttering around you as her orgasm crashes over her. The sight of her—lost in pleasure, her toes in your mouth, her pussy milking you—sends you over the edge.
With a groan, you pull out, your cock jerking as ropes of come paint her feet, her arches, her toes. She watches, breathless, her chest heaving as you coat her in thick, white streaks. “Fuck—” she whispers, her toes flexing in the mess. “Look at what you did to me…”
Before you can react, she lifts one foot, her toes glistening with your release. She drags them along her lips, her tongue flicking out to catch a droplet. “Mmm…” she moans, her eyes locking onto yours. “Still tastes as good as I remembered.”
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