"Godzilla's Pedicure" by Godzillagirl
GodzillaPorn Presents: "Godzilla's Pedicure" by Godzillagirl. 2007.
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"Godzilla's Pedicure" by Godzillagirl. 2007
"ACTION!"
Godzilla charged through a column of smoke and swatted at the colorful moth flitting about his head. Miniature cars crackled under his stomping feet and dust clung to his soles. He swung too hard and the Mothra marionette flew off its cables to crash into the sound stage floor, shattering an expensive mini-building.
"CUT! Godzilla! That's the tenth Capital Building you've ruined! I'm going to start taking those out of your check!"
"Oh, come on, Okawara!" roared Godzilla. He had a deep, gravelly voice that rumbled like thunder. It always lowered in pitch when he grew angry. "If you didn't have it in this scene-"
Takeo Okawara, the movie director, sighed heavily. "We're wrapping for today. You're costing us a lot, lizard!"
"Fine, I'll be in my trailer." Godzilla made a 'talk to the hand' gesture and stomped out to his trailer. "Sonuvabitch!" he growled, kicked at the gravel and clouds of dust rose up around his white toe claws. He cast a displeased glance at his feet. Godzilla was always very self conscious of his claws and wanted to make sure they looked their best. At the moment his claws needed some attention. He grinned as he entered his trailer and flipped open his cell phone. There was a new pedicurist on the job. He wanted to break her in.
Nicole "Nic" Taylor ran a hand over her cornrows. Being a black woman on the big movie set full of pasty white Japanese people made her feel alien. Her Japanese was still rather weak and she struggled to translate the chatter going on around her.
"Nikku!" called a young technician. He ran up to her with a phone and spoke in broken English, "Gojira on phone."
"Greaaaaaat." Nic took the clunky cell phone and put it to her ear. "This is Nic."
Godzilla's voice rumbled out at her, heavy with a Japanese accent, but with grammatically perfect English. "I see they canned Hirata."
"She...left. She didn't get fired." Nic answered softly.
"Whatever. My claws look like crap and I refuse to walk back on set tomorrow looking like a slob. I want you here in ten minutes to take care of them."
"I have lunch in-" but a click and dial tone cut her off.
Nic slammed her own phone shut and fumed. Godzilla was such a petulant lizard! Word got around that he was egotistical, entitlement-minded and picky about getting his way.
\Well, I CERTAINLY won't let his big ass scare me away.\ Nic thought when she headed to her van to get her manicure/pedicure supplies.
The ten minute mark came and went. Godzilla shot another irritated glance out his trailer window. He said ten minutes! Another five minutes passed before someone finally knocked on the door. Godzilla growled and looked out the window, which gave him pause.
/Well, well, well. First sushi, then fajitas and now a nice piece of dark chocolate./ He smirked and oogled the girl for a minute. Black hair pulled into cornrows, sharp eyes that peered from behind her glasses, dark skin, a white shirt unbuttoned to show off her cleavage and tight jeans that probably took some force to pull up. She wasn't exactly thin, but not quite fat either. And she had a rack that practically spilled out of her shirt. /I wonder if those tits are real./ He watched her chest for a moment when she knocked again. Oh, they were real all right.
The girl pounded on the door even harder than before. "Are you taking dump in there? Open up! It's Nic and I'm here to do your nails!"
Godzilla snickered. This one had spunk. He'd have fun messing with her.
Nic screwed her face into a snarl as she pounded on the door. Was Godzilla really so egotistical that he thought he could keep her waiting out here in this muggy weather?
"Are you taking a dump in there? Open up! It's Nic and I'm here to do your nails!" she yelled, slamming her fist against the door as hard as she could. She stopped when the latch clicked and Godzilla poked his head out. His yellowish eyes blinked in the sun. Nic felt her heart skip a beat. Why did she find him so sexy all of a sudden?
Of course he had to ruin the moment with his big mouth.
"You're late." Godzilla rumbled.
Nic refused to be intimidated. Godzilla was probably six foot ten, maybe seven feet. She herself stood five seven...or six feet in good platform heels like the ones she had on today. Everybody in her family was tall.
"Sorry," she said without really meaning it. She held up her suitcase of equipment. "Do you want me to do your nails, or should I just go on to lun--hey! My eyes are on my face!"
Godzilla smirked at her. He nodded towards the inside and stepped back out of the doorway. Nic gave him the finger when he turned his back. She climbed in behind him and almost tripped over his huge tail, which he'd left lying right in her path.
Indignant, she snapped, "Do you mind?!"
"Not really," he said. He settled himself down in a recliner and put his huge four-toed feet up on the footrest. They were so big that Nic's splayed hand would fit against his sole with room to spare. His black soles were all dusty from walking around on the sound stage and across the gravel lot. And his claws...Nic made a face. They were getting dull from scraping on the ground.
"You should have washed off before you called me." Nic said in dismay.
"Part of the job, sweetheart. I thought they briefed you on how I operate."
Nic stood up straight and looked Godzilla in the eyes. She asked him, "Are you always an asshole, or is this just a good day? I swear, the next thing you'll ask is if I'll bend over and get fucked just because I've got double D's. Am I right?"
Godzilla blinked once. Twice. Nic expected him to throw her out, which was what she wanted. But he burst out laughing instead. Nic curled her lip. He had a nice laugh. Too bad his ego kept inflating. She left him there to laugh while she wet a washcloth in the sink. Then, at a moment when Godzilla had tossed his head back to breathe, she grabbed his left foot and started roughly wiping it down with the wet wash cloth. She'd made sure the water was as cold as it could get.
"Hot asphalt isn't good for delicate skin," Nic smiled sweetly at Godzilla's surprised shriek. "Better cool you down a bit."
That shut him up. Nic didn't say anything else and just concentrated on wiping the worst of the dust off Godzilla's huge feet. She could feel the shapes of his toes and the thickness of his sole through the washcloth. His feet had a leathery smell like a well used pair of leather boots. Nic intended to spray perfume on his toes to piss him off. But that smell was too nice to cover up. She grew suddenly conscious that he could see right down her shirt when she bent over to wipe at his heel.
/Fine. If he thinks he can mess with me, I'll just mess with him right back. Oogle all you want, asshole./ Nic moved over to his other foot and wiped it off rather roughly. The smell really scared her. Why did she like it so much? She put it out of her mind and unclipped her suitcase of supplies.
Godzilla's feet were too big for the traditional equipment. The file Nic pulled out looked more like it came from a woodshop class. Special made just for his claws. She also had a pair of large clippers, cuticle cleaners and a sheet of fine grain sand paper. The only small thing in there was the buffing stick. Nic examined Godzilla's claws, or more notably, the cuticles where they met the skin of his toes. They were clean. Good, she wouldn't have to spend a ton of time digging out dead hide.
Nic set the file on the underside of Godzilla's left pinkie toe and began to lightly scrape it back and forth. The file crackled against his toe claws.
Naturally, Godzilla had to widen his asshole-ness even more. "Oh come on! Are you polishing fine china down there?"
Nic rolled her eyes, but she did press harder with the file. To do so she had to lean over more, which brought her again in range of the leathery scent of Godzilla's huge feet. His black soles looked very soft and still glistened slightly from the wet washcloth. They probably tasted as nice as they smelled. She realized also, a half second too late, that Godzilla was trying to spread her shirt open further with his other foot.
"Hey!" she shrieked and glared over her glasses rims at Godzilla's grinning face. "Knock it off, you pervert."
"Oh, come on. A girl should be proud of a pair like that."
She moved to his next claw. "Then go to the hospital and get your own."
Godzilla laughed again. "But I like real ones. Fake ones look like balloons."
Nic's anger was almost out of control. "Even lizards think with their dicks." she muttered as she grabbed his toe to hold it still. "Quit moving, would you?"
Godzilla crossed his arms across his chest. He looked so amused with himself. Nic flushed at his intent gaze and hurried to finish with his left foot. Just by grabbing his toe she knew his soles were smooth and soft. And if his toes were this big, what else on him was big? She hurriedly stifled that thought. Why was she even thinking about the size of his penis?
She could tell he was trying to push her buttons, trying to see how much she would take before she buckled. A while back she heard he made his other pedicurists cry with his biting comments and snarky attitude.
/I won't crumble./ She thought resolutely. /Let him fuck me with his eyes. See if I care./ She worked the file and struggled to ignore the large toes that brushed against her breasts. His feet were sure talented. So talented that she got embarrassed by her nipples hardening from his touch. Or was it the scent of his feet? She couldn't tell anymore and just focused solely on filing his claws to a smooth point. /Is this a game of who can turn who on first? Shit. I have to get this bastard back./
"What's the hold up?" asked Godzilla.
"I'm beginning to wonder if this job pays me enough to deal with you." Nic shot back. She started to get up.
"Hey, wait a minute!"
"What now?"
"You're supposed to put lotion on."
She balked at him. "Do it yourself!"
He glared, "You need a drink. A strong drink."
"Not till I'm off." Nic lowered herself again to the floor by Godzilla's feet and picked up the bottle of lotion she found lying by the chair. Scentless, good. It was sitting right next to an old towel and some dirty magazines, leading Nic no questions as to what that lotion was really for. Her suspicion was confirmed by Godzilla's embarrassed expression upon seeing where she found the bottle. /Score./ she said silently to herself.
She poured a little of the white lotion on her palm, rubbed both hands together and started to spread it across Godzilla's soles. Starting at the heels first and working her way up to his toes. They were practically as smooth as...foreskin...a thought that made Nic blush a bit more. She worked her fingers carefully through the folds on his soles and toes and the spaces between his toes. Godzilla started to squirm at her touch. She heard him grunt under his breath.
"Okay, that's enough for now!" Godzilla suddenly yanked his feet out of her hands and practically leapt up out of the chair. He disappeared so fast that Nic didn't know where he went until the bathroom door slammed.
"You should've peed before I started, idiot!" Nic yelled at the door. Then she turned away and smirked. Softly, she added, "Nic one, Godzilla nothing. Kiss my ass, bastard." She gathered up her things and left. She knew what Godzilla was doing in there.
Godzilla's eyes rolled back in his head and he gave his pulsating member a few shakes to empty it out. He flushed the toilet and watched his sperm swirl down the drain. He'd underestimated Nic completely. He didn't know she'd actually do the lotion part. Usually girls freaked out and left at that point. A few would, but were very quick about it. Also, Nic clearly didn't realize how much it had aroused him. Sometimes when people took care of his feet, he'd cover up with a blanket and masturbate underneath while they touched his toes and soles. He was a master of ejaculating without making a sound or changing his expression. But Nic came at his feet so fast that he didn't have time to pretend a sudden chill and cover up before his erection sprang into full view. He barely got away before she saw all twelve inches of his pulsing, meaty pink organ.
Godzilla smiled to himself. Nic had wonderful, soft hands. He could tell she took care of them by her bright red, well-manicured nails. There was nothing Godzilla hated more than hands full of calluses rubbing on his sensitive soles. But hers? He wanted to feel her touch him all over.
His mouth pulled up in a wicked grin. He liked this one. She fought back. It was about damn time he found someone with a spine.
/I think I'll go out tonight./ Godzilla thought to himself. /I could go screw around in that herpy club down the street. Maybe get sucked off a few times. Yeah...but damn that girl had some nice tits. I hope I find a pair like hers at the club./ he grinned and headed to his bed to wait for nightfall, his thoughts full of large breasts.
In her own trailer, Nic studied herself in the mirror as she brushed her curly hair. She'd traded her afternoon outfit for a gold vinyl corset top that bared a lot of cleavage, a very short black leather skirt that accented her round backside and thigh high stiletto boots to make her legs look longer. Her look was completed with bright red lipstick and big gold hoop earrings in her ears. Was it a slutty outfit? Definitely, but clubbing girls tended to dress that way. Clubbing was like unleashing her alter ego on the world.
/Should I put my hair up or leave it down? I guess I should put it up if I'm gonna dance./ Her mind made up, she pulled her hair back into a bun with gold hair sticks. She sniffed. The scent from her skirt reminded her of Godzilla's feet. She was glad she didn't wear panties under her skirt or they'd be ruined already. /I need to get drunk, dammit./
Nic glanced out the window at the setting sun. Then she made one last bathroom run. By the time she finished it was dark out. She grabbed her purse and avoided glancing at Godzilla's trailer as she walked across the street. The heels made her taller than most of the people on the sidewalk.
She arrived at the club a few minutes later. She'd seen it while driving to the movie set, but didn't consult her Japanese to English dictionary to translate the sign. So it came as no surprise that she stared oddly at people dressed up as lizards and dinosaurs walking around inside.
/O...kay.../ she skulked through the strobe lights and steam to the bar and ordered herself a few whiskey shots. It took three before she started to feel a buzz. One more and the world itself moved back several feet. It was like being inside a fishbowl. The music throbbed into her sternum and she got up to dance among the costumed figures. Steam from the fog machine filled her nose with chemical smells that covered up scents of cigarette smoke and sweat.
A couple of guys in gray and green T-rex costumes came over to dance with Nic. Nic lifted her arms up and brushed suggestively against them. The pounding bass was like a hand that pushed her body to move. Suddenly, the guy in the gray costume laid down on the ground and a few other people - an alligator on all fours, a red dragon and another woman as a velociraptor - all pretended to stomp on the fallen T-rex boy.
Suddenly, the place erupted into cheers as somebody's huge costume foot came down and rubbed all over the face of the guy in the gray T-rex outfit. A few people laid down and the big foot smashed all over their faces too. Nic, unaware as to why people were cheering at this, shimmied backwards into whoever owned those lizard boots.
"Ooh, somebody works out a lot." she let herself dip, rubbing her backside against the person's front. Big, strong hands snaked around her waist and the hard body rubbed provocatively against her back, dancing right along with her. He was good. She let the hands wander up to fondle her breasts and paw up under her skirt. That's why she didn't wear panties - to surprise anyone who did that. He teased her clitoris a few times with his rough gloves and it sent tingles all through her stomach. A few other people hurried over to dance with this buff bag of hotness, but his hands remained on her body. Then she felt hot breath in her ear as the strong hands tickled at her sides.
"We should go to the VIP room," said a muffled voice. A vaguely familiar voice, though Nic couldn't place it in all the noise.
"Sure!" Nic shouted back over the booming bass and let the large figure lead her through the thick fog, dancing bodies and through a beaded door where it was quieter. The whole room was decorated in red with sofas, inflatable footrests and beanbag chairs. Everything was covered in plastic. She squinted behind her glasses as her dance partner sat on the sofa and put his feet up.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Nic shouted.
Godzilla grinned at her. "I come here all the time. I should be asking you the same thing. What's a girl like you doing in a place full of herps?"
"Herps?"
"Herpetophiles. People who love lizards. Some are macrophiles too and like to get stomped by big things. I put big stomps in my movies for them. Secret porn." Godzilla said while popping the lid off a sake bottle. He proceeded to drink the whole thing in one guzzle and didn't get the least bit drunk. Naturally he wouldn't - he probably weighed half a ton judging by how he flattened the sofa cushions.
"A what place?" Nic asked.
"You got turned on by my feet. You think I didn't notice?"
"So?"
Godzilla's mouth twitched. "Nobody will give you any shit about it in a place like this. You're in a fetish club. I get so many people off because I'm a real lizard. These feet -" he pointed at them, "-have been cummed on, licked, sucked and humped more times than I can count. Once, I had eight guys shoving their dicks between all of my toes and we did a foot bukkake. I like it. That's why I come here."
"You are such a fucking ass." said Nic.
"I'd rather be fucking your ass right now." Godzilla said back, meeting her eyes with a grin. He wiggled his toes. "Have you had sex before?"
She rolled her eyes. "With a body like this, do you really expect me to say no? I'm no little virgin. You just better not disappoint me with a little three inch dick."
Godzilla laughed. "Give me a foot massage and you'll find out what I have to offer."
If Nic had been sober, she would've been out of there. But alcohol tended to lower her inhibitions and make her more daring.
"We'll do this my way." Nic said in a low tone. She then straddled Godzilla right then and there and leaned over to bite his ear. He turned his head just when she stuck out her tongue. Their tongues touched and fluttered together. Godzilla reached behind Nic's back and pulled the cords on her corset top. Her DD breasts spilled out onto his chest, the dark nipples erect. Nic was too drunk and aroused to care anymore. She leaned back to let Godzilla lick and nip at her exposed nipples. Before she even knew what happened he'd unzipped her skirt too, leaving her naked except for her boots.
"Let me show you how we do this here." Godzilla flipped her over onto the couch next to him. He leaned back on his elbows and laid his huge foot on her chest, pressing it against her ample breasts.
Nic thought Godzilla's soft sole felt like heaven on her skin. She let him push it against her and bathe her in his leathery smell. When his toes came up into reach, she grabbed his ankle and started to lick around his claws. Oh...he tasted as good as he smelled. Musty and leathery with a hint of salt. She worked her tongue between his rough toes, loving the difference between his rough hide and the soft smoothness of his sole. She alternated between licking his toes and sniffing them. Sometimes she even nipped with her teeth. Then she licked her way wetly over his heel in slow spirals. Pausing briefly, she looked over Godzilla's toes to see him gently working his gigantic erection with his left hand.
If he was gonna play with himself, Nic thought it was only fair that she touched herself as well. She slid a finger in and out of herself as she turned to Godzilla's other foot. He'd stepped in sake that made his heel glisten. Nic licked it clean and soon his sole glittered from her saliva. Godzilla growled softly. She grinned. "I want to make you cum, Godzilla."
"Turn around." Godzilla said.
Nic turned around. When she did, Godzilla grabbed her hips and positioned her over his massive, meaty penis. She felt an instant of fear as he rolled his hips upward and the wet tip of it stretched her opening. He was so huge that she felt every pulsating vein as he slid upwards and spread her inner walls wide. She moaned in pleasure at the fullness.
"Now, just ride me."
For once Nic was glad to be so tall. Godzilla grabbed her backside and squeezed it. She leaned over his feet while bucking her hips over his hardness. The delightful smell between his clawed toes only fueled her sex frenzy. She buried her face against his sole until every breath smelled like his huge saurian soles. A few thrusts later she felt Godzilla shudder and ejaculate. He released so much that Nic felt it spilling around his erection and splattering all over his stomach.
Next thing Nic knew, she'd been shoved to the floor on her back. Godzilla lifted his big foot and pressed it down against her erect clitoris. Nic arched into his soft sole and ground against it, leaving streaks of her juices on his toes. He gave counter pressure, pushing into her thrusts. Nic worked into a frenzy against his smooth sole until the waves of orgasmic delight made her cry out.
Her need satisfied, Nic collapsed and started to fall into a drunken sleep right there on the floor.
Godzilla grinned down at Nic's prone form. She was the wildest one yet! He never imagined she'd be a herpy...maybe she didn't even know it until now. He definitely wanted to keep her around to take care of his feet and other needs. The fact that she was rather attractive was also a plus. This was a girl he could be proud of.
He woke her up enough to get her somewhat dressed. Then he carried her out into the cool night air. A couple of people asked about her. He just replied that she drank too much.
The cold air roused Nic enough to walk with a little help. Godzilla kept his arm around her waist and they made their way across the street.
When they got to Godzilla's trailer, they had sex again. Regular sex. Godzilla loved thrusting into her wet tightness. Then Nic became too incoherent to do anything besides sleep. Godzilla didn't mind because he was tired and a little drunk too. He curled around Nic and went to sleep as well.
She was gone when he woke up the next morning. He found a note on her pillow thanking him for the fun.
After that day, Nic was always available to give Godzilla a pedicure.