Footjob, nylons, and polish in her boudoir

She had in no way given everybody a footjob earlier than. They have been seeing each other for some months and he had requested for it. She had usually denied him.

He had a foot fetish. She had regarded this approximately, however she hadn’t right now desired him to play together along with her feet. Until she determined it was time.

She spent the afternoon in the bath, cautiously washing, scrubbing, and submitting her feet. Then, she rubbed  one of a kind lotion into them. The nails had been left bare, deliberately.

Before he arrived, she put on black lace underwear and black lace pinnacle stockings. A pair of high-heeled black leather-based boots to match. The buzzer rang and she or he threw a silky gown over her outfit.

Her condominium was a third-ground walk-up. The sound of his steps mountaineering the steps have become louder. She unlocked the door and left it ajar, then she stepped back.

He slowly drove the door open. There was a large smile on his face notwithstanding looking to capture his breath.

“Evening Mistress,” he said and bowed. 

“Pet,” she without a doubt greeted him and nodded.

He stepped inside and closed the door behind him. He knew better than to invite her. Knowing higher than to talk at all, till he was spoken to, he remained silent. 

He’d made that mistake earlier than and it's been a painful one. He nonetheless shuddered each time he thought about the welts that had been left at the back via the means of the belt.

“Take your footwear off and get down on your knees,” she commanded.

“Yes, Mistress.”

A stern appearance was her face as she watched him fumble with the shoelaces. At her 5’10 height, she was taller than him in regular circumstances. With her 7-inch heels, she towered over him.

Foot cream and nylon

Shoes subsequently off, he sat down on his knees in front of her. His hair was messy and some drops of sweat covered the hairline. 

Eyes huge open, she noticed exhilaration in them. 

She held out one in every of her feet in the direction of him. 

“Take my boots off, pet,” she stated. 

He took her foot in his hands. His contact was gentleness. The boots had been mid-length.

When flattening the zipper, he did so slowly, savouring the moment. Then, he grabbed the heel of the boot and pulled it off her foot. He held her foot in his hands, stroking the smooth nylon.

“Mistress, might I also smell your foot, please?” he pleaded.

“I’m balancing on one 7-inch heel here, pet. Take the alternative one off after which you may scent it.”

“Yes, Mistress. Sorry, Mistress.”

He permitted the pass of her foot and she or he held the alternative one out to him. Again, he was sluggish and planned in the manner he pulled the zipper down.

“You hurry up earlier than I alternate my thoughts about the smelling pet,” she stated.

He wasn’t taking any chances. The boot got here. This was something he had the handiest dared dream about.

He stroked the nylon again, questioning if she could provide him a footjob even as sporting the stockings. 

The idea made his cock twitch. No interest was paying to his more and more aching knees at the timber ground.

It was an honour to bruise his knees in carrier to her. He bowed his head deeper and located his cheek subsequent to her foot. 

With eyes closed, he took a deep breath together along with his nostril. 

He moved his nostril alongside the interior of her foot. She smelled of foot cream and nylon. It was like he was breathing in adrenaline.

A cock with a heartbeat

His cock was rock tough and straining to be let loose from the jail of his pants. He felt it throbbing; like there had been a heartbeat inside it.

She drew her foot, returned and informed him to comply with her. 

They walked collectively into her boudoir. Forest inexperienced velvet curtains blocked out the maximum view from the window.

Her bedspread was darkish blue. The cloth dresser and cloth dresser had been each oak, as was the ground. An off-white shaggy rug lay at the ground subsequent to the mattress.

A bottle of deep purple nail polish sat on her bedside table.

“I’m going to permit you to paint my toenails,” she stated and sat down at the mattress. 

She rolled down her stockings and took them off, then crossed one leg over the alternative. Her foot dangled, pointing in the direction of him.

“Thank you, Mistress. Thank you so much,” he stated even as kneeling earlier than her but again, grateful for the shaggy rug.

Carefully, he painted every of her toes, beginning together with her large toe and making his manner to her little toe. He became positive now no longer to get any polish on her skin, feeling positive that might be painful for him.

When he was achieved with the primary foot, he took his time with the second one one. Like a squirrel saving nuts for winter. He didn’t understand while he could be allowed to do that again.

An explosive footjob

“Thank you, pet,” she stated while he was subsequently achieved. “I assume you deserve a reward.”

 “Only in case you deem me worthy of one, Mistress. I am very thankful that I was allowed to colour your nails.”

“Take your garments off and rise on the mattress.” 

She took her gown off and found her underwear.

His cock throbbed greater intensely on the sight of her. Big and complete boobs, a slim waist and big hips, thick thighs. All framed via means of black lace.

It didn’t take long for his garments to hit the ground and for him to move slowly up onto the mattress together with her. 

His cock was aching to be touched however he knew now no longer to touch it earlier than she allowed it. She sponsored farfar from him and leaned in opposition to the black headboard.

Then, she located one in every of her feet on his thigh, itching in the direction of his cock. The different foot was on his different thigh, additionally transferring closer. He groaned while each of her feet reached his cock to present him with a footjob.

Not completely believing he was getting a footjob, she commenced stroking his cock together along with her ft. They seemed so quite wrapped round it, in particular with the purple nail polish.

She stroked his cock quicker and quicker, her legs transferring up and down. He was shaking, attempting tough now no longer to cum.

“Please, Mistress, might I cum please?” he squealed.

 “You might also additionally,” she stated, and he erupted. His cum flowed out of his cock and protected her feet.