(wow, I haven't gone over the character limit in a while. hooray for extremely long kinky stories!)
"Wait I have an idea!" The flapper said, but with a high pitched voice, while rotating her left ankle in towards your cock, as if she were addressing her right foot.
"What, what is it?" She said, in a lower voice, which was supposed to be her right foot speaking.
"Don't you remember that massage we got earlier?" She said again, high pitched, while nudging your cock with her left foot.
"You don't mean to tell me that'll actually work in this situation right?" She said, lower pitched, while curling her right toes against her left, pinching your cock softly in the process.
"Isn't it worth a try though? What about all of the soreness and ache it took away from us?" In a high pitched tone, squeezing her left sole towards her right one, snuggling with your cock again.
"Hmmm, well I suppose so. Mr. Woodie is in pretty bad shape after all." Her right foot sounding like it was reluctantly agreeing with the left one.
"Now that's the spirit!" In her playful high pitched voice again, tapping her right set of toes with her left.
"But we're going to have to work together to do this. We have to make sure to unclogaaaalllllll of that icky mess from Mr. Woodie, we wouldn't want him to get sick again now, would we?" Her left foot voice continued.
"No, we wouldn't. But please, let's just get on with it already, we've kept Mr. Woodie waiting long enough." She said, in her deep voice, except this time, it sounded much more devilish.
"All righty now Mr. Woodie, just relax and let us take it from here. You'll be better in no time..." The flapper purred, the high pitched voice coming out again.
And so the flapper's silken nylon feet set about to "fixing" your cock.
And without any intent to further tease your cock, her feet quickly latched on around your denied penis, and began to rapidly tug your shaft up and down.
Her feet became a blur of motion as you finally felt your hardness being taken care of. Besides the intense footjobbing motions she was doing to make you cum as quickly as possible, she would occasionally ensnare your manhood between her feet, just to tease you when you thought it was all over:
"There's more and more liquid coming out of your Mr. Woodie! I think our massage is working nicely. What do you think?" She said, in the high pitched voice.
You twitched your cock wildly in affirmation, fighting with all your might to push your cock against the feet that were dominating your cock.
She giggled with how obviously hot and bothered you were, but she would only go at her own pace, totally ignoring your current mess of a state.
"Let's continue." Her low voice coming out again.
And the footjob would continue.
This went on for some time until you finally felt yourself nearing ejaculation, at which point the verbal play started up again, but your dick did not stop getting jacked off by her glistening-with-precum feet this time.
"I think I can feel Mr. Woodie about to spew!" She exclaimed, without any hesitation, once again in her high pitched voice. Even when you were cumming, she would not stop her playful act of pretend-nurse.
As the room was filled with nothing but the sound of your scrotum slapping your own thighs with the sheer force of the footjob, the sound of flesh mashing and mixing together with nylon and feet, the flapper continued, even louder.
"Go ahead Mr. Woodie, just let it all out now!!!" She said, even now, in her deep voice.
As you looked down at your own cock, the sight of your erection being jacking off blazingly fast by a pair of sweaty nyloned feet, was too much.
The flapper's toes were ready to receive all of your "mess" however, as she prepared ahead of time by having wrapped her toes around the head of your cock.
This was it.
Your balls began to twitch violently, as did your cock, and it was the moment of no return.
The first contraction forced your semen out in a most unusual and yet extremely pleasurable way. This was actually the work of the A.I. that was causing this, but you were far too busy cumming to notice.
As your white, hot, semen is forced to shoot out of your penis, you cannot help but let out a deep, carnal moan.
"Mmmphhhhhh......."
The first shot makes it into the air for a bit, before it rains back down to Earth, and it oozes back onto the flapper’s toes, drizzling a bit of her toes with your freshly produced man juice.
And the next contractions come, forcing more and more jizz out of your balls, and into a huge mess upon the flapper's pantyhosed feet. The intensity of the orgasm was unreal, as it felt like each cumshot was so powerful, it was almost a stinging type of pain that surged through your dick every time your cum was discharged out of your cock, as if a champagne bottle was shuck once too many times.
The contractions that you got from the orgasm were so powerful that your hips were forced to buck wildly against the legs of the flapper, and you had absolutely no shame in how uncontrolled this ejaculation was making you behave.
But soon, the last drops of cum are carefully squeezed out, lovingly, by the flapper's feet.
The resulting mess was a cum-shower which left an entire mess of semen everywhere on the flapper's toes, ankles, soles, and even some parts of her calves from the first few cum shots which shot high enough into the air to make it to that area of her leg.
"Oh, my..." The flapper said, in her high pitched voice.
"I think that did the trick." Her low voice again.
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