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By HornDog
A man visits Burger King to discover see amateur nude model he saw tons of her nude pics.
The humidity in Indiana clung to the air like a second skin, making the fluorescent lights of the Burger King even more unforgiving. The scent of grease and frying onions filled the fast-food joint, a stark contrast to the freshness of the blooming flowers outside. Amidst the murmur of indistinct conversations and the occasional sizzle of the grill, a man named Gary stepped through the door, his eyes scanning the room with purpose. His tie was loosened, and his shirt clung to his damp chest. He had been driving for hours and the simple need for food had led him here, but fate had other plans.
With a tray of food in hand, he searched for an empty table, his eyes lingering on a woman seated alone in the corner. She had a certain allure about her, a hint of something familiar that tickled the back of his mind. Long, brunette hair cascaded down her back, and her eyes sparkled with mischief above the rim of her soda cup. A name echoed through his thoughts, a name from his private internet searches, a name that made his heart race and his palms sweat. “Is that her?” he wondered, the question hanging in the thick air like a secret waiting to be told.
Gary took a deep breath and approached her table, his heart hammering in his chest. She looked up, her expression curious yet unbothered by the interruption. “Ah, if you don’t mind, are you Ami Marie?” he asked, his voice barely above a murmur. She tilted her head slightly to the side, a knowing smile playing on her lips.
“Yes,” she confirmed, her eyes dancing with amusement. “The one that posted lots of nude pics online?” he continued, his voice hushed.
Her smile grew wider, and she leaned back in her chair. “I am,” she said, her voice a siren’s call. “I hope you enjoyed them.” There was a challenge in her tone, a silent question hanging between them.
“Oh, I did,” he managed to reply, his eyes locked onto hers. “But I wish there were more… of your feet.” The words slipped out before he could censor himself, revealing his deepest, most personal kink. Her smile grew, and she looked down at her sandaled feet. “A foot fetish, huh?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. “I can tell you enjoy a good toe or two.”
Gary felt his cheeks flush, but he didn’t look away. He knew what he wanted, and he wasn’t going to let the opportunity slip through his fingers. “Yes,” he said, his voice firm despite his racing heart. “I’d love to see more of your feet.”
Ami Marie leaned forward, her elbows resting on the table, her fingers playing with the strap of her sandal. “Well, I might be able to arrange that,” she said, her eyes gleaming. “But you’ll have to come a little closer.”
Heart pounding, he slid into the booth across from her, setting his tray aside. The scent of her perfume wafted over to him, a heady mix of jasmine and vanilla that made his mouth water. He watched as she slowly lifted her foot, revealing her painted toes. The sight was almost too much to bear.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, unable to resist reaching out to trace the arch of her foot with his fingertip. She shivered, a little gasp escaping her lips. “You really do have a thing for my feet, don’t you?”
Her voice was low and seductive, a purr that sent a shiver down his spine. “Why don’t you come over to my place?” she suggested, her foot brushing against his thigh under the table. “I’d love to show you more.”
The offer hung in the air, ripe with promise. He nodded, unable to form words, his thoughts a jumble of excitement and anticipation. The rest of the conversation was a blur as they finished their meals and left the Burger King behind, the neon lights fading into the night.
Following her in his rental car, he couldn’t believe his luck. The woman he had admired from afar, whose feet had starred in his most intimate moments, was now inviting him into her home. His thoughts raced with images of her toes, her soles, her heels, all of it just for him. When they arrived, she led him into a dimly lit living room, the scent of incense burning in the background.
She kicked off her sandals, and he couldn’t help but stare as she wiggled her toes, a silent invitation. “You can start now,” she said, her voice a whisper that sent his pulse racing. He dropped to his knees, eager to worship her feet, to taste the reality of his fantasies.
He began by kissing the tip of her big toe, feeling the softness of her skin against his lips. She giggled, a sound that sent a thrill through him, and he knew he was doing something right. He moved to her second toe, taking his time, savoring the moment. Each kiss was a promise, each touch a silent declaration of his adoration. Her foot was warm in his hand, the arch firm yet supple as he caressed it. He worked his way down to her ankle, planting gentle kisses along the way. When he reached her heel, he licked it softly, feeling her tense with pleasure. The room was charged with sexual tension, thick as the scent of their desire.
Ami Marie leaned back into the sofa, her eyes half-closed as she watched him. She lifted her other foot, placing it on his shoulder. “Don’t forget this one,” she said, her voice a smoky whisper. He didn’t need further instruction. He kissed her other big toe, feeling it curl slightly as he sucked on it.
His tongue danced along her foot, exploring every crevice, every inch of her sole. He could feel her legs trembling, and he knew she was enjoying this as much as he was. He was in heaven, lost in a world where the only thing that mattered were her feet and the pleasure they brought him.
The evening stretched out before them, a canvas of unexplored desires and possibilities. As he worshiped her feet, he knew that this was only the beginning. The promise of more, of deeper intimacy, of a connection built on shared passion, was intoxicating. He could feel the warmth of her body radiating towards him, beckoning him closer.
And as he gazed up at her, he knew that he would follow her anywhere, as long as it led to this moment of pure, unadulterated bliss. The world outside had ceased to exist, and all that mattered was the woman in front of him and the exquisite pleasure of her toes in his mouth.
With a sudden, fluid motion, Ami Marie stood from the sofa, her clothes slipping away to reveal the naked form that had haunted his fantasies for so long. The orange Playboy bunny tattoo on her lower right hip was like a brand, a mark of the seductive power she held over him. Her breasts were full and firm, her stomach flat and toned.
Her hips flared out in a tempting curve that led down to the juncture of her thighs, where a neatly trimmed patch of hair promised further delights. “I bet after seeing my pictures, you want to fuck me?” she asked, her smile wicked and knowing.
Gary could only nod, his mouth too busy with her toes to form coherent words. She stepped closer, her nakedness a siren’s call to his own desires. He rose to his feet, his own clothes seemingly melting away as he stepped out of his shoes, shed his socks, and let his pants fall to the floor. His cock stood proudly erect, a testament to his need for her. “You bet,” he finally managed to say, his voice thick with desire.
With a grace that seemed almost predatory, she led him by the hand to her bedroom, a sanctum of soft light and dark, inviting shadows. The scent of her perfume grew stronger here, mingling with the musky scent of desire that filled the air. She lay back on the bed, her legs spread wide, giving him full view of her sex. He could see the glisten of arousal on her inner thighs, a sight that made his pulse pound in his ears. The anticipation was unbearable, his cock aching for release.
He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between her legs. She wrapped them around his waist, pulling him closer until the tip of his erection was pressing against her wetness. He pushed into her, feeling her tight warmth envelop him, her muscles clenching around him as he filled her completely. She gasped, her eyes meeting his, and he knew that this was it, the moment he had been dreaming of.
He began to move, his hips driving into her with a slow, deliberate rhythm that made her moan. He leaned down, capturing her mouth with his, tasting the sweetness of her tongue. Her nails dug into his back as she arched up to meet each thrust, her body moving in perfect harmony with his.
The bed rocked beneath them, a symphony of sighs and gasps filling the room. Her breasts bounced with each movement, and he couldn’t resist leaning down to capture a nipple between his teeth, eliciting a sharp cry from her. She bucked her hips, urging him deeper, and he obeyed, lost in the symphony of pleasure that was her body. The tension grew, a coil of need tightening in his belly, and he knew that he wouldn’t last much longer. He reached down, his thumb finding her clit, and began to rub in tight circles, feeling her body tense as she approached the precipice of orgasm.
Her nails raked down his back as she came, her body shaking with the force of her climax. He watched her face, the beauty of her release etched in every line, and he knew that he was falling under her spell. The world around them faded away until all that remained was the frantic rhythm of their lovemaking. He thrust into her one last time, his own climax ripping through him like a bolt of lightning, filling her with his seed. They lay there, panting and spent, their hearts beating in unison, the aftershocks of pleasure still echoing through their bodies.
In that moment, as they lay entwined, he knew that this was more than a fleeting encounter. This was the start of something deeper, something that transcended the bounds of mere physical attraction. He had found not just a woman who shared his fetish, but a partner in passion, someone who could match him desire for desire, need for need. And as they lay there, their bodies cooling in the embrace of the Indiana night, he knew that he would never forget this night, this woman, or the way her feet had led him to paradise.
Their eyes met, and without a word, she read his mind. He wanted more, something that pushed the boundaries of his comfort zone, something that would make the reality of their encounter even more intense than his wildest fantasies. “Can I?” he asked, his voice a whisper as he shifted his position, moving down her body. “Can I taste you there?” He was referring to her butthole, a question that hung in the air, thick with anticipation.
Ami Marie looked down at him, a smile playing on her lips. She knew what he was asking, and she was more than willing to indulge his desires. “Sure,” she said, her voice a silky purr that sent a shiver down his spine. She rolled over onto her knees, her perfect ass aimed at his face. It was a sight that made his cock throb with excitement, a vision that he had only dreamed of seeing in person. She wiggled her ass slightly, the cheeks parting to reveal the tight, pink hole that he had longed to explore.
Gary didn’t need any further encouragement. He leaned in, his tongue tentatively touching the sensitive flesh. She tasted faintly of sweat and sex, a heady combination that only served to fuel his arousal. He licked her, his tongue tracing the curve of her ass before dipping into her anus. She moaned, pushing back into him, urging him deeper. He felt her muscles tighten around his tongue, and he knew that she was enjoying it as much as he was. The act was intimate, almost sacred in its rawness, a declaration of trust and desire that went beyond the simple exchange of pleasure.
As he explored her with his mouth, he could feel her body responding to him, her hips rocking back and forth as he licked and probed. He knew that he was pushing her to the edge again, and he reveled in the power of his tongue. He slid two fingers into her wet pussy, using her juices to lubricate her asshole. The sensation of her tightening around his digits was almost too much to bear, and he knew that he was close to losing control. But he didn’t want this to end, not yet. He wanted to savor every second of their time together, to burn the memory of her body into his soul.
He continued to lick and suck, his tongue delving deeper with every pass. She was moaning now, the sound a symphony of pleasure that filled his ears. He felt her body tense, and then she was coming again, her ass spasming against his face as she rode the wave of ecstasy. He didn’t stop, his tongue relentless in its pursuit of her pleasure. When she finally collapsed onto the bed, breathless and trembling, he knew that he had found a kindred spirit, a woman who understood the depths of his desires and wasn’t afraid to explore them with him.
Their night together was a tapestry of sensual delights, each act more intimate and fulfilling than the last. They were insatiable, their hunger for each other growing with every passing minute. And as the sun began to rise, painting the sky in shades of pink and gold, they lay tangled in the sheets, their bodies slick with sweat and satisfaction. The promise of more to come was a sweet ache that lingered in the air, a promise that neither of them intended to break. For now, they were content to bask in the afterglow, to revel in the beauty of their shared passion. But the day would come when they would have to leave the sanctuary of her bedroom and face the world again. And when it did, they would do so with the knowledge that they had found something special, something that transcended the ordinary and ventured into the realm of the extraordinary.
Ami Marie rolled over, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she took his cock in her hand. It was still hard, still eager for her touch. She leaned down, her mouth enveloping the head, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. He groaned, his body arching off the bed as she took him deeper, her throat working to accommodate his length. Her eyes never left his, the connection between them electric as she sucked and licked, her hand pumping in time with her mouth. The feel of her wetness around him was heavenly, her mouth a warm, welcoming embrace that sent shivers of pleasure through his body.
He watched her, the sight of her head bobbing up and down, her hair cascading around her face, her eyes locked onto his, and he knew that he was going to come again. The pressure was building, a coil of heat that started in his balls and worked its way up his shaft. He could feel his orgasm approaching, a thunderstorm on the horizon, and he knew that he wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer. “I’m going to cum,” he warned her, his voice strained with passion. She didn’t pull away, instead, she took him deeper, her throat tightening around him.
The moment was upon him, and with a roar, he released his load into her eager mouth. She swallowed greedily, her eyes never leaving his, savoring the taste of him. He collapsed back onto the bed, spent and satisfied, his cock still twitching from the intensity of his climax. She climbed up beside him, her body slick with sweat, her breasts heaving with each breath she took. They lay there, their limbs entwined, their hearts racing in the quiet of the early morning. The air was thick with the scent of their passion, a scent that would linger long after they had parted ways, a reminder of the night that had changed everything.
The sun crept into the room, casting a warm glow across the rumpled sheets. They lay there, basking in the aftermath of their lovemaking, their bodies tangled together like lovers in a Renaissance painting. The world outside was waking up, but in that room, time had stopped. It was a bubble of pure, unadulterated pleasure that neither of them wanted to leave. But eventually, they knew they would have to face the day. They would have to step out of the shadows of their desires and into the light of reality. But for now, they had each other, and that was all that mattered.
Gary took her foot into his hand again, his eyes never leaving hers as he brought her big toe to his mouth. He sucked it gently, feeling the softness of her skin against his tongue. She moaned, her legs spreading wider as she offered herself to him. He kissed his way down her sole, savoring the taste of her. The arch of her foot was a landscape of curves and valleys that he explored with a reverence that bordered on worship. Her toes curled with pleasure as he moved to her other foot, giving it the same devoted attention.
Her body was a feast for his eyes, and he couldn’t resist the urge to lick her from her toes to her ankle, then up the inside of her thigh to her pussy. She was wet and ready, her clit swollen with desire. He licked and kissed, his tongue delving into her folds, exploring every inch of her velvety softness. She writhed beneath him, her moans growing louder as he brought her closer to the brink of another orgasm. Her hand found his cock, stroking it gently as she watched him pleasure her, her eyes dark with lust.
Their lovemaking was a dance, a rhythmic give and take that built the tension between them to a crescendo. He slid into her again, feeling her warmth surround him like a glove. Her legs wrapped around his waist, holding him tight as he thrust deep inside her. Her walls clenched around him, and he knew she was close. He reached down, his thumb pressing against her clit, and she shattered around him, her body tightening like a bowstring. He followed her over the edge, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself into her. They lay there, their bodies joined, their hearts beating as one, the only sound in the room the harsh breaths of their shared ecstasy.
But all too soon, the moment of bliss was interrupted by the incessant beeping of his phone. The world outside was calling, demanding his attention. With a sigh, he disentangled himself from her embrace, his cock slipping out of her warmth with a wet sound that made them both groan. He looked at her, his eyes filled with regret and longing. “I have to go,” he said, his voice thick with reluctance.
Ami Marie nodded, her eyes never leaving his. She knew this was only the beginning, a taste of what was to come. They exchanged numbers, the promise of future encounters hanging in the air like the sweet scent of their love. He dressed, his movements slow and deliberate, as if trying to prolong the moment. As he stepped out into the brightness of the Indiana day, he couldn’t help but look back at her, standing in the doorway, her naked body framed by the light. She blew him a kiss, and with a final, lingering look, he was gone.
The rest of the day was a blur of meetings and handshakes, but his mind was never far from her. Every time his thoughts wandered, they were drawn back to her feet, her ass, her pussy, and the way she had looked at him, her eyes filled with desire. The memory of her was like a drug, a siren’s call that he couldn’t ignore. He knew that he would return to her, that their paths would cross again, and when they did, the fire between them would burn even brighter.
That night, as he lay in his hotel bed, his hand found his cock, the images of their encounter playing out in his mind like a pornographic movie on repeat. He stroked himself, thinking of her toes, her tight asshole, the sweet taste of her pussy. His orgasm was a solitary echo of the passion they had shared, a promise of what was to come. And as he fell asleep, his final thought was of her, a smile playing on his lips, the anticipation of their next meeting already building in his chest.
The following week was a torturous mix of work and desire. Each day that passed only made him crave her more, his thoughts consumed by the memory of her touch, the taste of her skin, and the way she had moaned his name. He found himself seeking out every opportunity to return to Indiana, his mind racing with ideas for new ways to pleasure her. The emails and texts between them grew more frequent, each message a delicate dance of innuendo and shared fantasy.
When the day finally arrived, he could barely contain his excitement. He knocked on her door, his heart racing like a teenager on prom night. She greeted him in a sheer robe that left little to the imagination, her feet bare, her toes painted a seductive shade of red. Without a word, she led him to the couch, her eyes never leaving his. He knew what she wanted, what they both needed. He dropped to his knees and took her foot in his hand, his mouth watering at the sight of her long, graceful toes.
Her ankle was delicate in his grasp as he brought her foot to his mouth, her skin like silk against his lips. He kissed each toe, his tongue tracing the arch of her foot, feeling her shiver with delight. His eyes locked onto hers, he began to suck, savoring the sweetness of her skin, the faint taste of her perfume. She leaned back, her hand sliding down to her pussy, her fingers slipping inside as she watched him worship her. The sound of his mouth on her foot mingled with her soft moans, a symphony of desire that filled the room.
He moved to her other foot, his tongue swirling around her big toe, feeling her body tense with pleasure. He knew he had to give her more, to push the boundaries of their shared passion. With a mischievous smile, he slid her robe aside, revealing her tight, pink anus. He didn’t ask permission; he simply leaned in and licked, her body arching in response. The scent of her arousal grew stronger as he explored, his tongue probing, tasting. She moaned, her hand moving faster as she watched him, her eyes glazed with lust.
Their reunion was everything he had dreamed of and more. He licked and kissed her from her toes to her pussy, his mouth moving with the hunger of a man who had been starved of the taste of her. She was wet, her juices coating his face as he feasted on her, her legs trembling with each flick of his tongue. He slid his cock inside her, her tightness gripping him like a vise, her moans urging him deeper. They moved together, their bodies a tapestry of passion, each touch, each kiss a declaration of their need for one another.
Their lovemaking was raw, animalistic, a celebration of their shared desires. He took her in every way he had imagined and more, her cries of pleasure a siren’s song that guided him through the storm of their passion. And when he finally pulled out, his cock glistening with her arousal, he knew that this was it. This was what he had been searching for all along.
But the world waited outside, and all too soon, the clock’s relentless ticking reminded him that he had to leave. He dressed with a heavy heart, each step away from her bed feeling like a betrayal. They kissed, a kiss that spoke of promises and longing, and with one last lingering look, he was gone. The hotel room that night was cold and empty, the echoes of their love haunting him until sleep finally claimed him.
The next day, back in his office, he found himself staring at his computer screen, his mind a million miles away. His phone buzzed, a message from her, a simple picture of her feet, the nails still painted that same tempting shade of red. It was a siren’s call, a promise of more, a reminder that no matter how far apart they were, their connection was unbreakable. And with a smile, he knew that he would return to her, to her warm embrace, to the sweet taste of her toes, and the intoxicating scent of her desire. For now, he had a business to run, but in his mind, he was already back in Indiana, lost in the heaven of her body.
His last memory of Ami Marie was when he was leaving her driveway, she opened his passenger door, and flashed her tits.
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