So, How Long Have You Been Into
Feet?
Published on Friday, February 16, 2007
This story was submitted by K. Brown.
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Who am I? What's my name? Irrelevant. You don't need to
know my
name, my age or my star sign. What you do need to know is that I work
as an S2 auditor for Deloitte, a global financial services firm in
their Islington based London England branch. I'm attractive, hard
working, driven and get on very well with my colleagues, so with this
in
mind I think you can see how, when I was chosen amongst five other
members of my department to take part in the prestigious upcoming
Rising Stars exhibition at the Estoria hotel in Manchester, it didn't
come as much of a surprise.
Rising Stars, for the uninformed among you, is a weekend long
program for Deloitte's up-and-comers from around the country, which
entails networking seminars with the firm's high flyers, senior
partners by day, and hardcore partying by night. My colleagues
Lee, Usman, Chloe, Salima, and I were all handpicked as the
crème de la
crème of London's EP rated auditors, and were entrusted with the
honour
of representing our branch over the weekend.
On the subject of getting to Manchester, we were offered the choice
of either receiving reimbursement for train tickets to the event, or
actually driving down ourselves, and hence get a cash refund for petrol
usage. Being the cheeky scamp I am, I opted to drive with the full
intention of creatively declaring my petrol consumption, and therefore
receive both a full tank for free, and a small profit
to boot. What can I say? I'm a capitalist.
Naturally, Lee, Usman, and Chloe didn't see the beauty in my plan,
and opted for the train journey. What did surprise me was that Salima,
a
woman who'd been the focal point of my many lustful fantasies over the
past eighteen months, asked if she could car pool with me on the way.
Now let me tell you a bit about Salima. She's 24, Indian, and has
the most beautiful butter caramel complexion that makes you just want
to lick it right off her. She's five foot seven in heels, and has the
kind of figure that will make any man feel physically weak. Her
athlete's body with its feminine yet muscular legs, and full yet firm
ass comes from years of playing tennis at a semi professional level,
and
working out at the gym for two hours at a time, four nights a week. She
has a fondness for tight fitting, knee length business
skirts, shimmering, fully fashioned stockings, and dangling her
nyloned soles from sexy Jimmy Choo heels for hours in the workplace.
The woman literally oozes sensuality. From her soft yet husky voice to
the slow and graceful sway of her hips as she walks in her butt hugging
skirts. To know her is to want her,
period.
Now I was lucky enough to spend some time with her while we were
posted together on the CX3 post in Bayswater, and had the extreme
fortune of having my desk behind hers. I needn't tell you of the
immense pleasure and torture I've endured watching as she continually
slipped her sexy size five's in and out of her fuck-me-heels, and
slowly ran her damp soles along the stack and wheels of her executive
chair. Don't ask me how no one ever spotted my indecent
gawping, 'cause I just don't know. It's not like I had the willpower to
be discreet.
Anyway, she said she wanted to carpool with me because, "I don't
like trains, and besides it'll fun, you know? Give us a chance to talk
and get better acquainted."
The program started at nine sharp on Friday morning, which meant we
needed to get to the hotel by Thursday night. Salima was working late
that day, so I arranged to pick her up from work at about eight on my
way back from the gym, and we'd drive down together. On Thursday, as
fate would have it, I got into a zone working out, lost track of time,
and didn't have time to change from my gym shorts and vest for fear of
being seriously late for our meeting.
As I pulled up in my Ferrari a
fashionable five to ten minutes late, she looked me in the eye, smiled,
and stepped into the passenger seat. "Nice car," she
said as she sat
down.
She then saw my blue vest and shorts combo, and looked me
up and
down in mild amusement. "I like the look."
<>"You
refer to my
minimalist couture?" My deft retort was met with a slow nod, and
a sly
smile. "Just
thought I'd do the right thing and give you something
pleasant to gaze longingly at during the long and tedious drive."
She
smiled, and studied me slowly from my eyes, down past chest, my stomach
and my legs, and then slowly trailed her eyes back up again. My
heartrate began to quicken. "And why would I want
to gaze at your
body?"
I shrugged, and smiled knowingly. I was beginning to like the fact I
was dressed so revealingly. At the risk of sounding cocky, I'm no
slouch physically, and my outfit gave her clear view of my very
muscular
pecs, arms, and legs, I knew she liked what she saw. "I guess we can
gaze at each other," she said while running her ruby red
fingertnails
along her dark semi opaque stockinged legs. She was flirting pretty
heavily with me, and I liked it a lot. There was plenty more banter as
we headed for the motorway, and the scent of her Gucci Rush perfume
filled the car.
I'd brought a stash of Bacardi Breezers along with me for the
weekend, which Salima spotted in the back seat. She promptly asked, "Would it be ok for me
to have a bottle or two?"
Naturally I said
yes. After an hour and a half of lighthearted, witty conversation, she
clearly began to get a little tipsy. That's when she pulled a copy of
Cosmopolitan from her handbag, and started to read it. "Think I've got
a cramp in my legs," she said innocently. "Mind if I stretch
them out onto your lap?"
There was no way in hell I was ever gonna
turn down this proposal. "Go for it," I
said coolly. She swung around
in her seat with her back against the door, and stretched her legs
across to me as she read her magazine. I felt the thin, hard heel of
her light brown mules dig slightly into my inside thigh, and got very
excited as my dick slowly began to swell.
After about fifteen minutes of trying to think about any, and
everything but where her
feet were in a futile attempt to subside my growing stiffness, she
pulled her heels off using the top of my thigh, and began curling and
uncurling her sexy toes in my lap. "Sorry if my feet
smell," she said
without looking up from her magazine. "They ache a bit, and
they're
just really hot and sweaty from being in my Jimmy Choos all day. Feels
good to air them out, you know?"
"Not a problem,"
I choked. "Can't
smell anything anyway." I was lying through my teeth. She wasn't
exaggerating when she said her feet were hot after being in her shoes
all day. I could feel the heat, and dampness of her soft soles burning
into my thigh, and it was driving me nuts. Making things worse, her
removing her shoes after having worn them for
over ten hours, with nylons, in the middle of summer caused the
sweet must of her foot scent to rise straight to my nose, and slowly
envelope the car. I looked down at my lap as she seductively worked her
magnificent feet over my thigh, and saw the thick outline of my dick
creeping slowly along the leg of my shorts on top of my thigh.
"You okay
over there? Seem a bit quiet," she said nonchalantly as she
unknowingly
slipped the nyloned toes of her let foot under the cuff of the
right leg of my shorts.
"Fine," I
coughed. "Just
got a lot on my
mind."
"I'll bet you
have," she purred as her sweet, moist and
perfectly formed toes slowly made their way to my pulsating cock.
"What the hell did
she mean by that!?" I thought to myself. "Doesn't she know where
her
feet are?! Is she doing this on purpose?! What the hell is this
woman doing?! What if she's doing this accidentally, and she
realizes?!"
My mind was racing a hundred thoughts a minute as her toes came
closer to that beloved point of contact with my now swollen eight
inches, and very thick member.
Believe me when I say it was all I could do to concentrate on the
road.
"Think I'll help
myself to another Breezer," she said as she
swung around to grab a bottle from the back seat, finally planting the
arch of her sweaty little nyloned foot squarely on my trapped dick. I
thought I was going to pass out from the pleasure/pain as she struggled
for what seemed like minutes pressing down on my
groin while grabbing a bottle from the back seat. Moment of truth,
if she hadn't realized my situation already, she surely would now.
To my surprise she said nothing. She didn't even bat an eyelid. I
had no idea whether or not she knew what had just happened. She
merely sat back down in her original position with her squirming toes
teasingly placed just underneath the cuff of my shorts, inches away
from my straining member, and carried on reading, albeit with a
pineapple Bacardi Breezer in her right hand. I wanted
nothing more than to grab her perfect foot, and rub it hard against
my dick till I bathed it with my seed! My lust crazed stupor was
momentarily broken by the
one question I'll never forget.
"So ... how long
have you been into feet?"
"What?"
"You heard the
question."
"I'm not."
That was when
she put down her magazine, and pulled back the cuff of the right leg of
my shorts with her foot, exposing my granite like shaft sticking
straight up for the pair of us to see.
"So what's this
then?"
"I
dunno ... comfort."
"Hmmm, comfort.
You okay there> You're having trouble breathing."
"I'm fine."
"You're fine? Of
course you are. And you don't like my sexy, smelly feet?"
"Dunno
about that. They're pretty, yeah." I wheezed, unwilling to admit
defeat. "But I
can't really say they turn me on."
"Bullshit,"
she
said as she slowly began tracing the tip of her toes along the entire
length of my shaft.
"Oh God!" I
panted, breathlessly.
"No ...
Goddess." She
replied as she pulled her right foot back. She slowly peeled off her
thigh high stocking, and draped it over my shoulder. Then she pressed
her now
bare, moist caramel sole against my right cheek while her other still
nyloned foot fondled my swollen balls underneath my shorts. "You've
wanted me since we first met, and you know it."
Never in the history of
all mankind has a truer statement been said.
"I've seen you
staring longingly at my sweaty soles and pert ass
in the office you know. Why do you think I spent all that time dangling
my shoes in front of you, and rubbing my feet so seductively against
the table legs? It gets me so horny knowing you've spent the last
year and a half lusting after me, dreaming of the day when I'd grind
my panty-clad ass cheeks against your face, chest, and
hard dick before my beautiful feet would stroke your hard cock, and
make it cum harder."
I started to moan loudly at the wheel. The woman
was in full control, and she knew it. "Feel my soft arch
against your
cheek. Taste my salty toes on your tongue. You love them don't you?"
"Yes!" I
cried.
"Louder."
"Yes!"
"Louder."
"Yes!"
"Louder!"
"I Love your
fucking feet!!!"
At this point the temptress scooted next to me with the arches of
both feet trapping my dick firmly against my thigh as she began to
alternate between caressing my balls, and pulling on them firmly with
her left hand. With her right hand she grabbed one of her mules, held
the insole against my nose, and began to whisper tenderly in my
ear. Needless to say, I was a quivering wreck by this point.
"It's pointless to
fight it. I've won," she whispered as she
tenderly licked my earlobes, and tugged on my testicles as though she
were milking the cum right out of them. "Submit to me. Submit
to me."
"I submit to you!"
"Worship me."
"I worship you,
and always have!
You're so fucking gorgeous Salima. I want you so."
"Quiet!"
She hissed sternly.
"I'm gonna cum!"
"Yes you will, but
when and only
when I
allow it darling."
With that she leaned back against the door, and started casually
flicking my dick
with her left stockinged foot while pressing her bare right foot
against my left cheek. I glimpsed to my left at the sight of this Asian
Goddess's beautiful legs and feet manipulating me so effortlessly, and
saw that she now had her fingers moving deep inside her black lacy
panties.
"You will come in
ten seconds, nine,
eight, seven..."
A surge of heat began to build in my crotch. I
couldn't believe it! This woman was actually gonna make me come on
cue!
"Six, five,
four..."
I started to moan and wail loudly as she
effortlessly kicked my huge dick around.
"Three..."
Sweat was pouring
down my face. My hands were clenched in a death grip around the
steering wheel. I couldn't hold on much longer.
"Two! One!"
I spasmed violently. Wave after wave of thick, creamy semen shot
from my penis for what seemed like an eternity as she kicked it so
playfully, completely spraying the inside of my car with my own juices.
It's a wonder I didn't write the car off during my orgasm. Salima,
with a smug smile of self satisfaction
spreading across her beautiful face, cupped both feet around my spent
member, and lovingly massaged it till it went limp.
"Enjoy that?"
"You need (pant) to ask?"
"No I don't."
"Just
so (pant) you know, that (pant) was the single most
erotic (pant)
experience I have ever had!"
"Of course it was,
darling. I just hope
that muscular body of yours can do more than just look good."
"What
do you mean?"
"Well you've only
paid tribute to my feet. I expect
you to worship me in my entirety when we get to the hotel."
I didn't know whether to be excited or terrified. After everything she
just
put me through, she actually had more in store?! Who the hell was this
woman, and just
what did she have planned for me?
This story was submitted by K. Brown.
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