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Applying lipstick is much easier now, thankfully. You want to look perfect for your date with Goromi. You’re wearing something muted, a taupe color that you hope compliments your semi-formal outfit. Goromi had invited you to a nicer high-end restaurant, dropping by a gift box with your new outfit encased in tissue paper.
The restaurant is softly lit, the lights low and the air full of the smell of baking desserts and cooking meat. You tug at the hem of your skirt, suddenly nervous. You hear the door chime and glance up, your heart racing when you see her.
She’s wearing a red cocktail dress, cinched at the waist--emphasizing her already small waist and making it look even smaller. Her black tights are sheer and her shoes look brand new. What’s most breathtaking, though, is her makeup and hair. She decided on a long, straight black wig, nearly reaching the middle of her back. Her lipstick is a dark burgundy, complementing her dress.
“You look lovely,” you say, breathless as she sits down across from you.
She smiles at you, placing her clutch purse on the table as a waiter rushes to their table and takes their order.
“The dress suits ya,” Goromi says. “Thanks for humorin’ me.”
“No, I should be thanking you,” you say, shaking your head. “I… You look good like that. Clean-shaven, I mean.”
“Ah, thanks princess,” she says, your heart swooping at the pet name. “Wearin’ foundation was gettin’ to be a pain with all that hair so I just shaved it all off.”
The rest of the date goes by in a rush, Goromi making you laugh so hard you think you’ll choke on your dinner. Before you know it, you’re walking back to her apartment, nervous and excited about what’s to come.
You’re kneeling in front of Goromi, her casually relaxed on the sofa, her legs crossed. She smiles at the flush on your face and leans down to tilt your chin up.
“Gettin’ shy?”
You shake your head, your breath quickening as she presses her heeled foot closer to you.
“Go on, princess,” she says affectionately, quirking a smile as you glance up at her.
You wet your lips, barely breathing as you cradle her heel in your hands. They’re flawlessly black, the toes tipped with deadly silver. She runs her fingers through your curled hair as you press kisses from the toe up to her ankle, covered in sheer black tights.
“You’re gorgeous,” you say breathlessly, feeling yourself tenting your skirt as you press another kiss on her heel.
“You look lovely like this,” she says, arching her foot so her toes point directly down.
You press more kisses against her immaculately maintained heels, your head dizzy with arousal. You slip her heel off and place it reverently aside, beginning to place more soft, closed-mouth kisses against her tights-clad foot. She’s so warm in your hands, looking so lovingly down at you.
It feels like ages before she uncrosses her leg and brings her other foot in front of your face. “Can’t neglect the other, baby doll.”
You smile up at her, happy when she returns the gesture.
“You’re doing amazing,” she says. “I love when you’re like this.”
You take this side slower, admiring every inch of her gorgeous heels, the rise of her arch, the delicate way she stretches her foot when you remove the heel. You place it next to the other, careful to make sure they’re perfectly in line with each other.
She uncrosses her legs again, but this time she rests her unoccupied foot near your inner thigh, wiggling her toes as you tense up.
“Ah, Goromi-san…”
“Keep going, you’re doing so well,” she encourages, pressing the ball of her foot gently against your hard cock.
The pressure against you makes you groan, gritting your eyes shut as you lean forward. After a moment, she lets up and pulls your head up, reminding you of your duty.
You kiss all over her foot, sighing contentedly as you work from her ankle to her heel. You begin rubbing her foot, massaging absently as you start pressing kisses further up her leg. She lifts her foot and lets you pull closer to her, scooting herself a few centimeters forward so you can get closer to her more easily.
The hem of her skirt gets in the way of your kisses, so you shyly tug at it. She smiles at you your face reddening even further at her sweet gaze.
“Go on, I know what you want to do,” she says, spreading her legs. “I want you to do it, too.”
You sigh, worrying at your bottom lip as you place a hand on her inner thigh, rubbing small circles with your thumb. You notice for the first time that there’s a noticeable bulge underneath the skirt of her dress, making you swallow heavily. You lift her skirt and inhale deeply, placing your head under the fabric and letting it cascade around you, encasing you in darkness and Goromi’s heady musk.
She’s rubbing the back of your head through her skirt, but you barely notice as you nuzzle against the junction between her body and her thigh, wanting to memorize the scent there. She smells strong, but not unpleasant, like a long day of walking had made her own natural smell turn stronger. It makes your eyes cross as you breathe open-mouthed, nearly gasping as your face presses against her strong thigh.
“Go on, really get in there princess,” Goromi says, her voice coming out muffled, almost like she was underwater.
You pull her panties aside, mouthing desperately at her balls. Her musk is stronger there, feminine and heady as you lick long stripes, inhaling deeply as you go. You hear her gasp as you work, making your own cock twitch in your panties. You can even feel a wetspot beginning to form.
Her ass is firm and muscular in your hands as you hold them, pulling her body closer to you. She smells so good, you could live and die here. The fabric of her skirt billowing around you makes the scent intensify, making you feel like she’s always been with you. You can’t remember ever not smelling her.
Her cock’s weeping long drips of precum, surprising you with their salty taste as you continue laving at her balls. You can barely see under her skirt, so you close your eyes and straighten your back, carefully bringing her oozing cock into your mouth. She’s long and warm against your tongue, a little sweaty and salty, but you couldn’t care less. She tastes delicious to you, the taste mingling with her natural musk turning into something even better.
You bob your head around her, your lips stretching obscenely as you work your mouth down her length. You eventually press your nose against her pubic bone. You inhale carefully, but deeply, not wanting to let this opportunity to smell her go to waste.
Her hips thrust slightly into your mouth, making you gag and pull off. She pulls her skirt up and cradles your face, her own filled with concern.
“I’m sorry, baby doll. I didn’t mean to, are you okay?”
You nod, your eyes watering. You cough, turning your head away.
“I’m so sorry,” she says, almost sounding miserable. “Let me make it up to you, okay?”
You nod at her, unsure of what she’s suggesting. She holds her hand out to you, so you take it, allowing yourself to be pulled into a standing position. She stands herself and quickly shimmies out of her tights. You give her a confused look, but she just smiles. She sits on the sofa and gestures for you to sit in her lap.
You sit with your back to her chest, but she quickly maneuvers you so you’re sitting length-wise across her. She brushes some stray hairs from your forehead, smiling serenely at you before rubbing at your erection.
You gasp at the sudden contact, squirming as she touches you. She presses a kiss against your forehead before pulling your skirt up past your abdomen, showing your panty-clad erection to the chilly air.
“Aw, you’re already so wet for me,” she says, her voice sultry as she touches the wet spot in your red panties. “Reach down and grab one of my heels, eh?”
Your heart pounds against your chest as you fumble for her heels. You don’t even know which you grabbed, and you’re pretty sure the other fell over in the commotion.
She wraps your weeping erection in her still-warm tights, making you moan. She slowly jerks you off, grinning as you make noises of pleasure. You nearly choke on your own tongue when she places your wrapped cock inside her heel. She starts jerking you off with her shoe, her pupil a pinprick as you stare up at her, in awe.
“Feel good?”
You nod mutely.
“Just think, I was wearin’ that shoe all day, princess,” she says, stroking you faster. You whimper at the thought, thrusting your hips up into her touch.
“Now yer cock’s been in ‘em,” she says, your foreskin dragging up and down with the sheer fabric of the tights, creating a new sensation you’d never felt before.
You watch, entranced, as your cock disappears in and out of her best heel, the ones she always wore for special occasions.
“I think I wanna walk around with ‘em with yer cum all over my toes,” she says.
You choke down a sob and your body tenses up, cumming long ropes of cum inside her tights. She pulls the fabric down, letting some land inside her heel, making your head spin.
“C’mon, cutie pie,” she says, helping you stand up. “I ain’t done with ya yet.”
She brings you into her bedroom, sitting you on the bed. You’re nearly choking as she walks in her heels, the one shoe with cum inside, covering her foot as she rummages through her drawers for something.
“Ass up, princess,” she says, patting your thigh.
She flips your skirt up and pulls your panties down, but doesn’t remove them all the way. She presses several gentle kisses near your hole, making you gasp and twitch.
“I bet you’re still all pent up, hm?”
“Yes, Goromi-san,” you say breathlessly, almost yelping when a warm finger covered with lube presses inside you.
You pant into your elbow as she fingers you open, spreading your hole as she works to find the swollen spot inside you. You groan loudly when you feel her press against it, making her chuckle behind you. Your cock begins leaking stringy lines of precum against the bedspread, your bottom lip trembling as she works another finger inside you.
She pulls her fingers out and presses a kiss on the small of your back, leaving your hole winking and lonely. You’re beginning to whine when you feel her swollen cockhead catch against your rim, making you gasp. She begins pressing against you, making you arch your back and groan, forcing yourself to relax.
“There we go, good girl,” she says, stroking her back as she works herself inside you. She’s long and thick, making it hard to catch your breath as she stretches your sensitive rim open.
You’re hoping for a long evening of getting fucked senseless, but she’s barely gone ten strokes before she’s cumming with a groan, spilling inside you.
“Ah, I’m sorry,” she says, embarrassed. “I just… you made me so worked up, seeing you like that I mean.”
“It’s really okay,” you say, also embarrassed. You roll over and run your fingers through your sweaty curls, wondering if you could jerk off in the shower.
“Here, sit up,” she says suddenly.
You look at her, confused, wondering what she’s doing now. She nudges your thighs apart and sits across from you, leaning back on her hands as she stretches her legs out to you.
“Goromi, oh my god,” you choke out as she wraps her feet as best she can around your aching erection.
“So cute,” she murmurs, staring at your face. “I want ya to cum all over my toes, princess, can ya do that for me?”
Too awestruck to respond, you nod as a long, strung-out moan is drawn from you. You thrust your hips up into the warm space her arches create as her feet surround you. Your breathing is erratic as she begins caressing your cock, her toes lovingly touching your balls, your shaft, the weeping tip. Her foot pulls away, stringy lines of precum clinging to her toes. Your breath catches in your throat as you see her noticing. She smiles at you, her hair messy.
“Feel good? Ya like how my feet feel on yer aching cock?”
You nod frantically, clutching the bedspread like a lifeline as she begins moving faster. She’s almost clumsy at first, but she’s got a rhythm going now. You moan loudly, your own hips thrusting involuntarily to meet her motions. You cum with a long groan, her feet milking you through your orgasm.
She presses the balls of her feet together, squishing your cum between them, smiling at your expression when she separates them. You swallow loudly, your recently-spent cock twitching in interest.
She lays back, offering her left foot up close to your head. “Go on, if you make a mess, ya better clean it up.”
You reverently cradle her foot as you lick up your own cum, running your tongue between her toes, groaning when she flexes her foot against you. You take her other foot and clean her, your own taste mingling with Goromi’s and making your cock even more interested than it was before.
She wiggles her toes, as if to inspect that they’re truly clean before smiling at you, laying on top of you and kissing you.
“Thank you,” you say breathlessly, between kisses.
She smiles. “I’ve got more in store for ya, cutie pie. Hope you’re ready for it.”