"Want to see a magic trick?" Dianne whispered into my ear.
I couldn't stop looking at her, into her eyes, at that baby woman face, at her petite breasts and those protruded nips pushing through her fuchsia ballerina costume. It was skin-tight, and her tutu, puffed out like a flower in bloom, looked as innocent and pure as lust.
"What kind of magic trick do you have for me?" I smirked.
"It's not exactly a magic trick, but it makes me feel like magic," she said and winked.
"Show me, you she-devil."
She pulled a silk pouch out of her purse, which was made of red silk lined with white lace. Inside was one of her favorite toys, a glass dildo. It was dark purple, sparkling and shimmering more from each and every drop of her juices that were glazed upon it. She put it in her mouth and I felt like coming just from the sight of her sucking on it. She swallowed it the way she swallowed my cock, with a strong power thrust and a whirlwind of tongue.
She looked at me naughtily, teasing me with her eyes. But we both knew that she never truly played the part of a cheap tease – she gave her all when it came to sex. Sitting down on a chair in front of me, she spread her legs and then folded them like a frog, the back of her feet pressing against her lower thigh, giving the illusion of her being tippy toed. Smiling deviously, she sat back, holding the dildo between the soles of her feet. She kicked her head back, ever so slowly, keeping her eyes on me, spreading her panties to the side, and purred, "Are you ready?"
I just nodded, speechless.
"Here we go," she said and grinned.
Orgasmic gasps oozed from her mouth, sweet like honey, as she lifted the dildo with her feet, pressed firmly on the handle, and aimed the head straight into her pussy hole, hitting just the right spot. She let out a soft, whip-like roar, pumping the dildo in and out with those trembling feet.
"Oh my fucking God!" I groaned.
My dick grew so hard that it nearly busted out of my boxers. I have seen many girls masturbate in front of me before, but never like this. She coiled her arms around the back of the chair, bondage style, as she pumped the dildo in and out of her with such fluidity, faster than I've ever seen a girl do with her hands. Her pussy gushed and sang a happy song, squishing and farting and bubbling with cum and ecstasy. Spreading her ass cheeks, I could see the little pussy hole gape with her thrust and buck. The little whore, she kept on going, changing positions from left, right, then down on the ground, lying on her back, and then lifting her legs up in the air, spread eagle style, then holding the rest of her body up, in a hand stand, tutu blanketing over her face. How beautiful she looked, and how amazing those feet were, keeping a hold on the dildo, fucking her in lightning speed.
"Fuck, Dianne, you are amazing," I cried, whipping out my lethal cock and wanking myself like mad. She stared at me and smiled through her panting and moaning. The louder the sounds her pussy made, the faster she seemed to go. I could tell she was sweating; the room smelled of hot sweat, she smelled of hot sweat, and we were sweating together. I couldn't hold back any longer; I had to come, inside of her, now.
I stood up and went behind her. She was still in her hand stand, and I pressed my crotch just below her buttocks. She yelped as I rubbed my glands against her butt hole and I held her gently by her breasts to make sure she wouldn't fall down.
"Fuck!" she squeaked as I gently grinded my cock into her hot bum hole. She trembled and her feet shook, but they didn't let the dildo go. She kept on pumping and pumping; I could look down and see it all, her amazing feet, her glass wonder disappearing into her pinkness, the little pink hole gaping wider. She wanted to explode on me and off me; I could feel it.
"Oh God, this feels amazing. I-I'm, I-I'm going to come!" she yelped.
"Not yet," I demanded, holding onto her hips. "Keep fucking yourself, bitch."
I brushed my hands along her tutu as I went further and further into her ass. Soon I was completely swallowed up by its tightness and warmth.
"You must really feel like such the ballerina woman now," I snickered. "You are being fucked upside down in both your holes!"
All she could do was shiver and her feet lost some steam. She lifted them up and the dildo came out, wedged between her soles. Then, as I fucked her harder, she slammed it back in and re-released the energy, the pressure, the steam. She licked her lips; her body looked so lubricated, glistening with sweat, so limber and free. Her hands hurriedly planted on top of my feet; I held her up more firmly, not interfering with the movement of her feet. I screamed, I cried, and then in a sudden, orgasmic explosion, I came inside her hot body, and she came as well. Her juices looked so white and creamy, and they oozed out and dribbled down her thigh and along her belly. If she had moved a single inch more, her juices may have landed perfectly at the corner of her mouth.
I pulled out and stepped back. There she stood, upside down, alone. She again churned the dildo with her feet, creating some more milk – how sexy the sight and the sound! She finally released her toy, and quickly sat back normally in that chair, catching her toy in her hands, just like that. Her hair was rough and wild, her smile was smudged with lipstick, and that face was blushing like a doll’s. She stood up slowly and curtsied, as if she were on a stage, having performed for the entire gutter of the world.
"Bravo Dianne," I smirked, trying to recover, exhausted.
She smoothed her tutu, licked the juices off her dildo, and said, "Now, I’ll show you how my yoga lessons have paid off."
I collapsed on the bed, and before my eyes, she performed another one of her flexible tricks.
Originally published January 2009