He had to stop himself. The urge to untie her, throw her on the bed and have his way with her unresisting body was beginning to override his common sense. Looking down at his penis, he saw that it had been oozing pre-cum, which had coated the surface of her sole and his own stomach. He patted his pocket to the reassuring presence of the dishcloth. It would serve its purpose soon enough.

He switched hands and resumed his masturbation against her foot with his wet hand. His other reached up to one of his partner’s hands. Like her feet, her fingernails were unpainted but well-manicured. Her fingers were thin and delicate. No jewelry. He would have loved to wrap one of her hands around his cock, clasping it there tightly with his own.

Instead, he moved on, to her stomach. He slipped his hand under her shirt. He felt no gut or excess of fat, just smooth, soft skin like the rest of her body. Unsurprisingly, her belly button was pierced with what felt like a simple metal bar.

His biggest surprise with her came when he made his way up to her breasts. Now, like always, they were concealed beneath baggy clothing. Based on her overall trim physique, he had assumed that they would be of average size. But they felt enormous. At first he had thought that their size might be exaggerated by the padding of her bra but as he worked his way beneath this fabric he realized that they really were as massive as they felt. They were both pierced with metal studs.

He squeezed one and felt their size fill his hand completely, with flesh to spare. He was so mesmerized by this that he even took a moment to dry off his other hand so that he could grab both at the same time. She was, of course, still tethered to the attic beam so he was able to push her entire body forward like a pendulum. Gravity now pressed her breasts into his hands as he massaged and squeezed until his arms grew sore.

He gently released her as he relaxed his muscles. Her body swung slowly from the beam.

He ached for release.

He would have loved to blow his load across her unflinching face, to see the cum land on her hanging tongue and discolored lips. It might even land on the lip ring, filling its center and sticking there due to some sort of capillary action. Unfortunately, there was no way to get up that high without disturbing the “crime scene” too much.

Instead, he made use of her feet, conveniently hanging at crotch-level. He now employed both hands. With one, he pressed her already pre-cum-slickened sole against his shaft and worked it up and down. His other hand pressed the toes of her other foot against his balls, rubbing and kneading at them.

He needed to be careful about where he shot his load. As he neared climax, he released the foot that had been against his balls and aimed his ejaculation at the toes of her other foot. He released a burst of cum, which landed squarely where it had been aimed.

He took a moment to catch his breath before he surveyed his handiwork. Her toenails had not been painted but were now seemingly painted white with cum. The ejaculate even pooled a little into the crevices between the smaller toes. It was a shame to erase such a beautiful sight but he sighed and wiped each of them clean with the dishtowel that he had brought. He wiped her with care, so as to not leave any lasting impressions. When he was done, there was no evidence that the body had been messed with at all.

With his lust sated, his paranoia returned. He quietly exited her apartment, locked her door behind him and entered his own apartment. He let out a sigh of relief.