Kate sits in a silver dress, with nothing on her feet. Jamie, one of her regulars has arranged a session like no other with him and five other punters worshipping Kate’s amazing feet. They had taken it in turns to lick, suck and kiss her perfect, pink-painted toes.
She had started the evening off in black high heel sandals which had been taken off by the boys. Her feet were soft and moist with saliva as she experienced each guy’s technique.
It was now time for the masturbating cum firing finale, the thought of what was about to happen had been exciting Kate all evening. Jamie is first up and slowly strokes himself while Kate rubs her feet together. He gets close and strokes harder, he kneels in front of her toes before splattering them with cum. The next three guys do the same covering Kate’s feet in even more semen, it drips off her toes and soles. She had never experienced so much cum on her body.
The following guy stands in front of her and wanks himself. His load cascades down dropping on her instep and ankle, before running down her feet and mixing with the rest of the spunk.
Then last up is a medium-height guy with pulled-back blonde curly hair. He seems familiar in some way, but Kate can’t remember if she has met him before. He is overwhelmed as he wanks himself hard to a fulfilling explosive end. The mess over Kate’s feet is immense as the semen drips off her onto the lino floor of the apartment Jamie had rented for the night.
It is a bitterly cold January Monday morning as Kate waits on the station platform, her train is already late. She thinks about the events of Friday night and can almost still feel the sticky cum around her feet, although she had washed them thoroughly since.
She stands dressed in a white shirt and dark blue corporate suit with a red scarf and a grey coat. Her long, brunette hair blows in the wind. She is wrapped up warm but had nothing on her legs or feet except a pair of navy heels.
'It is a bit crazy,' she thought to herself, 'it’s freezing out, I’m wrapped up in a coat and scarf and yet have my legs and feet exposed.'
But Kate loves the feeling of her naked cold feet against the leather of her heel, it gives her tingling sensations. Eventually, the train appears, and Kate settles in a window seat and rubs her cold feet as the train pulls away.
As Kate walks into the bank where she works, Leo, her boss calls out.
“Kate, do you have a few minutes?” he says beaconing her into his office.
‘I was only a few minutes late, surely I don’t need to be chastised for that.’ She thinks to herself as she walks in. Leo shuts the door behind her and pulls the chain which flicks the internal window blinds closed to the rest of the office floor. Kate sits down as Leo hurries around the other side of the desk.
“This is a bit delicate, Kate. But I have had a complaint. Well maybe that isn’t the right word, an observation has been made by one of our customers,” Leo says nervously stumbling over his words.
Leo then swings his computer monitor so it’s facing Kate and gets up the ‘Miss Sexy Feet’ blog.
“One of our clients brought this to my attention first thing this morning, a foot fetish profile featuring a pair of feet similar to yours in various footwear, covered in food and even pictures of feet covered in semen,” Leo says, clearly not comfortable bringing it up.
“You think they are my feet?” Kate protests.
“Yes, apparently they only found the blog when they heard about a foot fetish event, and you were recognised.”
Leo looks down at Kate’s bare legs and feet then glances at the website. It was Kate, of course, she couldn’t deny it.
“But whoever has mentioned this to you, must have been indulging,” Kate says, crossing her legs.
“A team member recognised you and drunkenly mentioned it to his boss at a party on Saturday. Regardless, I have to take this seriously, they are a customer.”
Kate immediately now knew who the blonde curly-haired guy was from Friday’s session, Monty ‘something’, he is one of the financial guys on a big account of Leo’s. Although he had called himself Chris on Friday. People are often secretive when it comes to these types of things, giving false names and details.
“I am sorry, Leo. I don’t want to embarrass you or the bank, I was struggling for money after I split up with David and just fell into this.”
“You should have said, maybe we could’ve helped in some way. But, we are a leading financial establishment and expect our staff to be good ambassadors. I mean, it says here you even offer personal sessions, I expect you aren’t declaring the money you get.”
Kate sat quietly, she wasn’t.
“What does a session even include?” Leo inquires further.
“Just foot worship, nothing else,” Kate was lying she had ended up having sex with a couple of her clients.
“Well, I can’t stop you from doing this, but it’s freezing outside, and you aren’t wearing any tights and your heels are looking sexy and showing a bit of toe cleavage. Please can you at least be more discreet, Kate?”
“The office is like a sauna, but I take the point, “Kate replies.
“No one else in the company knows and I won’t say anything. You are a valued member of the team, Kate,” Leo says as he takes another look at her legs and sighs.
“You are staring, Leo,” Kate notices where his eyes keep going.
“I am sorry. I can’t help it as it’s what we are talking about, my eyes are drawn,” Leo says, all flustered.
“Would you like to touch? It’s only fair after you have been so nice about my indiscretion,” Kate offers.
“You do have great legs and feet.”
“I think ‘sexy’ was what you said a minute ago, Leo.”
Kate suddenly has the upper hand. Leo is older than Kate in his mid-forties with thinning black hair. He has worked at the bank for twenty years and will probably be there another twenty until he retires.
Leo moves around the desk; he looks Kate’s legs up and down. He doesn’t say a word as he goes to lock the office door. Then perches on the desk opposite Kate. He slowly puts his hand on her knee and strokes his hand runs down to her ankles.
“I have noticed you looking before, I had a feeling you were a foot guy.”
“I would love to smell your heels. Can you take them off?” Leo asks.
Kate does as Leo instructs and slips her feet out for her heels. She wriggles her pink-painted toes as they find freedom out of her shoes. She hands her heels up to Leo. He takes them up to his face and starts sniffing.
“My bare feet have been sweating away in them. Do they smell good?”
“Yes, oh yes,” Leo confirms.
Leo could smell a combination of her sweat and foot lotion embedded in the inside of her shoe. He starts licking the area where the leather inside has worn, imagining her foot rubbing against it.
Leo kneels on the floor, takes her feet and puts them up to his mouth, he starts kissing her toes. He then sucks them and wraps his tongue round them. Her feet are cold as he puts them flat on his face, and he licks her soles. Kate then lowers her feet to Leo’s groin and feels his hard cock through his suit trousers.
“I want you to cum for me,” Kate says seductively.
Leo undoes his trousers and pulls out his solid penis. Kate moves her feet up around his shaft, feeling the pre-cum on his tip. She wipes her foot all over his knob. Leo takes one of Kate’s heels and puts his knob inside. Kate’s feet play with Leo’s scrotum while he uses the heel to wank himself off, with his nose firmly in her other heel. He feels the soft, supple leather rubbing against his helmet while Kate’s toes tickle his balls. He soon shoots his load splattering the inside her of her shoe.
“Wow, that was amazing,” Leo says handing Kate back her shoes.
Kate looks in amazement at the amount of cum sitting inside her heel.
Lunchtime comes around and Kate has an appointment to get a pedicure. She feels it best not to wear the same shoes Leo had creamed. She has a pair of blue sandals by her desk and wears those instead. The sexy sandals expose almost her whole foot. She feels the cool air whip around her feet even more now as she braves the freezing temperatures to make her appointment.
Rachel, her friend and beautician, suggests an apple green for her toenails, she comments on how cold Kate’s feet are. But it had been worth it, and Kate explains how her morning had gone. She realises she needs to reign in some of her fetishism activities otherwise she will lose her job.
That evening Kate relaxes at home when her laptop comes to life with a message through on her blog. She recognises the username instantly as the arsehole that dropped her in it.