The Applicant
(Published on Monday, November 28, 2005)
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I had been waiting for what seemed like an eternity. I glanced at my watch. It was a quarter to one. They were running late. I glanced around the room, and watched the other applicants as they sat crossed legged in the foyer. The first two went in and out very quickly. The third stayed in the room for a little longer, but not much more. Then it was my turn.

I stood, straightened my skirt and casually looked down at my new shoes. Hmm, a devilish grin came across my face as I thought about the salesman who had fitted them. The bulge in his trousers as he had carefully slid the 4 inch heels onto my nylon covered toes. The way I had brushed them against his thigh. I picked up my resume, and walked into the room.

The room was cool and bright. The breeze from the open window blew a strand of my hair across my face. I tucked it behind my ear and sat down. In front of me was a curved modern looking desk in which a gentleman sat. I presumed that he was the boss. He smiled, and glanced quickly at my crossed legs. He gave me a description of the job, and what the duties would be. He told me that the salary would correspond to the loyalty of the applicant. I was unsure what his comment implied, but replied brightly, "That makes perfect sense."

After a brief description of my duties he added that I would have to do whatever he said needed to be
done without fail, without question and if I was prepared to accept that. I agreed.  He then offered me
double what I was making. I was  shocked and a little uneasy, remembering his earlier comment, my
mind began to race with questions, I needed to know exactly what…

Then he took my breath away. He told me to take off one item of clothing. Any item. I could choose. He explained that this would be a test of loyalty. I stared in disbelief. "He must be joking," I thought. But the look in his eye, and the way he settled back into his chair told me that he wasn’t.

I lowered my eyes in thought, and decided to play his game for a while. I slipped off my shoes and placed them on his desk, leaving my beautiful feet in black sheer stockings. My perfectly painted red toenails showed through, and the solitary crystal on each toe sparkled in the sun. He smiled and asked me to place my feet on he edge of the desk in front of him. I was beginning to enjoy this.

He looked at my soles. I consciously rubbed my feet together in front of him, wiggling my toes slowly, and drawing my right foot up against the high arch of my left. The top of my stockings were showing as I laid back a little further in the chair. I could see in his eyes that my feet were having an effect on him, so I started to wiggle my toes a little more. I felt his fingers gently touching each toe in turn. His finger then pushed down between by big toe, which was covered in silk. Then suddenly I felt a warmth and moistness all around my toe. He was sucking my toe.

I closed my eyes in ecstasy as I felt his tongue caress the underside of my toe, and the roughness of his teeth as he gently nibbled on it. He sucked and kissed every toe in turn, taking his time to worship each one. I felt his fingers on the heel of my left foot, slowly rubbing and squeezing it, massaging it with even long slow strokes against the soles. His fingers were driving the soles of my feet wild. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter. He took hold of my feet and placed them together facing each other, leaving a gap between them.

He pushed his finger in between my soles and started to caress each sole. This was not tickling me, but it was getting me rather excited. My hands moved to my breasts, and as I tilted my head back, I gently
squeezed them. My nipples were already erect, and I reached under my blouse to feel the lace of my
bra against my skin. I willed him to take this further. I wanted him to fuck my feet. He seemed a little reluctant. I needed to take back the control.

I opened my eyes and told him firmly, “Get on your knees.”

He looked up at me, and without hesitating dropped to the floor in front of me. I pushed myself back into my seat, and slowly crossed my legs with the tip of my toe gently brushing against his cheek. I watched his eyes close, and his face turn slowly to inhale the sweetness of my feet.

“Be still. You can wait,” I snapped firmly.

His eyes lowered again, and the growing bulge in his trousers told me how much he was enjoying the attention. I let my silk covered toes slide so gently around his face, across his cheek, down the bridge of his nose, and across his wet and waiting lips. I knew every second was a mixture of pleasure, and yet sheer agony because he couldn’t touch them. I placed my toes across his nose, and ordered him to sniff them. He pushed his face against them so firmly that I was pushed back further into the chair. He grabbed my ankle with both hands, and pulled it closer and closer.

“Now this one,” I demanded as my left foot joined my first.

He buried his face into by wrinkled soles, and drank in every scent he could find. I wiggled my toes
gently, and he began to shower them with kisses. Hundreds of little kisses. I was in heaven. Here was this man on his knees, and he was worshipping my feet.  I ordered him to stop, and he reluctantly did as he was told. I drew my toes down his chest, over his belt, and pushed them into the hardness of his throbbing cock. I traced the outline of his hardness with my toes, and told him to show me how much he wanted my feet wrapped around him.

He fumbled with his belt, dropped his trousers to the ground, and there staring right back at me was the most magnificent and perfect cock I had ever seen. I placed his hard cock between my toes. I wiggled them so that I could feel his hotness, the pre-cum drenching the silk of my stockings. I pushed harder against him, my silk covered feet caressing his shaft. He gasped.

"Fuck them, now!" I whispered.

He placed his hands on the tops of my feet to close my stocking soles around his manhood. He started to pump in and out. I could feel the heat building up. Faster and faster he pumped in between my feet. He shoved that beautiful shaft in and out of my arches, his throbbing cock easing between them more intensely. I was so wet. I needed to play too. I placed my hand under my skirt, pushed my lace panties to one side, and gently fingered my aching clit. My toes grasped the head, and he massaged my feet vigorously with his hands. My toes curled and flexed, as I felt myself cum. I tightened my toes around that swollen cock, and began to feel the precum dribble down between my toes. He suddenly ripped the toes of my stockings away, and I felt the warmth of his skin on  my feet.

The pleasure was excruciating. I ordered him to cum all over my feet, and watched as he stroked his shaft firmly as I massaged his balls with my feet, circling them with my toes. I felt them tighten beneath my touch, and then I slid them to the top of his spurting cock. His pale, thick, creamy cum oozed between my toes. His whole body spasmed as thick globs of cum landed on my toes, and dripped to the floor. I moved forward, and let my feet fall to the floor. I gently rubbed the swollen head of his cock, feeling it jump beneath my fingers, and kissed him, deeply.