Feet-ure Film
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Feet-ure Film
By BangBear
Gunshots and bullets ricocheting off metal turned the once calm warehouse into a kill zone. Combatants on both sides of the conflict dropped left and right, the few unfortunate souls to not duck behind cover in time. "This is the third shootout and there hasn't been a drop of blood yet," Ken huffed, his head propped up on his fist with his arm on the armrest.
"Oh yeah? I didn't notice." Abby looked up from her phone that she'd been tapping away at for the past 2 scenes. "Wow you're right, not even the bodies are bleeding. There aren't any wounds either!." She readjusted herself on the couch, sinking lower down the pillow she lied on and propped her feet on her boyfriend's lap. He peeked over to her, looking up along her legs and just barely unable to see her underwear past his old "Class Of" shirt. He always liked seeing her in his clothes. The fact that she was way too small for them was that much cuter.
A few final shots rang out, sending sparks flying off the corner the baddie escaped behind as the hero cursed him and ran back to tend to his injured partner, but it was too late, the emotional music swelled as a character that didn't have nearly enough screen time or development for the audience to care about died in his friend's arms.
Abby patted Ken's arm and pointed at the TV as she wiggled her legs against the bear to get his attention, but his mind was till elsewhere. "Aha, he's bleeding!" Sure enough the deceased friend had a minuscule trickle of blood in the corner of his mouth as the camera faded to a shot of the two protagonists cleaning up after the shootout. The hero stood leaning solemnly against the shower wall as the female lead joined him and caressed his shoulder, earning a laugh from Ken.
"Oh my god, why did they think putting the sex scene right after the death scene was a good idea?!" he said as the two began making out, exasperated. The squirrel laughed along with him as her attention was brought away from the movie by something she felt on her soles. "I don't know, but it feels like you're responding well to it." She pushed her feet down on his crotch with her tongue out, earning a throb through the thin fabric from him in response. "Psh, it's not the movie," he scoffed. "It's all you. You know how I am."
"Then fuck this movie, yeah?" she said as she hooked the big toe of her left foot under the band of his basketball shorts and underwear, pulling them both down together and revealing the already hard shaft from beneath. She then ran the ball of that same foot along the top of it gently, earning a grin and a pleased huff from the bear. She continued by taking her right foot and sandwiching him between them to start an easy-paced stroking.
He leaned back on the couch and let his hand rest on her thigh, squeezing it unconsciously every time did something especially good. The soft plantigrade soles worked him well, easily getting him started leaking as the mediocre movie continued on their TV. She'd switch up her actions from time to time, using the top of one foot with the bottom of the other, the instep of both together, holding his cock in place with the right while rubbing it with the other, and even getting it between her big toe and second toe, running that from head to base with alternating feet. His pre acted as great lube for her to work with, the girl doing such a good job getting it out of him that her feet glistened with it as well. By now he'd closed his eyes and let his head fall back on the back of the couch. "I'm almost there, Abby..." he warned.
The girl picked up her pace as he breathed harder, his hand rubbing up and down her thigh to encourage her to keep going and finish him up. A sly smile crossed her lips as he was seconds away from finishing and she suddenly pulled her feet off his cock. He turned to look at her with a look of confusion and desperation. "Ah, ah, ah! Not so fast! I can't make you cum before you even touched me."
"Aw, Nutmeg please," he groaned, his member throbbing and begging for release. Her wagging finger transitioned to pointing down between her legs, and his eyes followed. A bit of a wet spot stuck her underwear to her lips, the fabric conforming the the crevices. He scoffed with an amused grin and started lowering himself down her leg. "Alright, alright, you'll get what you want," he said, planting kisses along her inner thigh and slowly creeping closer to her panties. His hands held her legs out of the way as his muzzle made contact, smooching her lips through the fabric and blowing out his nose along the surface.
Abby's instructing hand moved to be a guiding one. His head hair clumped between her fingers as they ran through, the squirrel pulling him harder down onto her underwear. Ken's tongue slipped past his lips and started lapping over his girlfriend's covered ones, dampening them even more and earning a smile from her. "You gotta do more than that if you want me to keep going," she taunted, poking at his neglected rod with her toe.
With a grin he bit at the damp cloth and pulled it away, the underwear peeling off from her pussy and tugging the waistband down with it. "Good boy," she encouraged as she ruffled his hair. She lifted her legs up to let him pull them off completely, the bear tossing them aside and diving back down to lick over her properly this time.
His tongue ran flat against her lower lips, the girl's legs wrapping around his head as she let her head fall back on the throw pillow. He gave a long lick from bottom to top, ending with a flick to her nub before repeating the trail. The second time, he circled his tongue around her clit lovingly and then wrapped his lips around it to give it a gentle suck, his tongue still lapping at it throughout. Abby gasped and soon let that melt into a moan as he worked at her love button, her fingers digging into his scalp as she gripped tighter and pushed him down further onto her.
Ken's tongue then reached lower down, and he started to push. Slowly at first, before he eventually slipped his tongue inside of her. "Mmmh, keep that up and I'll let you back at my feet again!" His muscle wormed around inside her rhythmically, tasting her canal and getting her juices flowing more. He wanted to work quick to get back to what he wanted, so he sped up his laps, even using his fingers to run along her pussylips while he ate.
She seemed to be getting too into it to remember why she forced him there, the girl not making any note of if or when she'd let him back at her soles, but he worked regardless, steadily getting her to squeal higher and higher. Just before he thought she might peak, the bear stopped and pulled himself away from between his girlfriend's legs. She tried and failed to bring his head back down, and she desperately reached down to try and finish herself, only to have her wrists grabbed and kept away. She gave a look crossed between anger and longing as the bear leaned in close. "I'm only returning the favor, hun," he taunted before planting a kiss on her lips.
"You dick!" she laughed and playfully tried to escape his grip to no avail. He laughed along with her as he kissed her neck and reassured her she wouldn't be left like that for long. "Here, I got an idea." Ken stepped off the couch and scooped her up into his strong arms before taking her seat, her arms holding him around his neck. As he leaned back and swung his legs up on the couch, his arms lowered to support her under her butt. He gave a squeeze before pulling her up along his body and holding her slit right over his face, leaving her in the perfect spot to work her feet when he feasted.
"You're cute when you get creative." Her right foot trailed lightly along his cock once more, and he throbbed happily to feel it return. He wasted no time talking and lowered her down onto his face, holding her just high enough to allow him to breath. Once she felt him there, her other foot joined the first and she started to stroke him between the two. The denial had left him sensitive, and she was already close herself, so it didn't take long for the pair to reach their peaks. His came first after about a minute of her attention. His rod throbbed between her soles and shot thick ropes of seed into the air that then rained down onto her feet. In turn he forced his tongue in as deep as it could get and lapped at her innards intently, Abby almost losing balance on top of him as her climax hit. She sprayed juice down onto her boyfriend's face as she cried out into the apartment, her legs shaking and working to earn a couple more spurts from him. By then end, her feet were painted with streaks of white, his face was soaked, and they were both out of breath.
"We shoulda done that way earlier instead of giving that movie a shot," he said with a laugh, lifting her up and setting her more to his side. She slid herself down to be even with him, trading a kiss as he wrapped an arm around her. "Let's order something. You're buying."
He cocked his head and looked at her like she'd said the sky is yellow. "You know I bought last time right? It's your turn!"
"Well yeah, but..." Abby sat herself up and brought her foot to her mouth, her tongue running up the soft sole and in between toes. "You'll get these again if you do," she winked. Though spent, he'd never pass up an opportunity for her to use those beauties on him. "Argh, fine, you little mooch," he relented with a squeeze of her butt.
"Love you, honey!"
"You, too, Nutmeg."