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After a couple of sips on my drink, I asked her to come to where
I was sitting. She stood before me, and I looked into her eyes for a
very long minute. Then, she reached to the edges of the skirt and
opened it back. There was nothing to interfere with the sight of her
pussy peeking from the bush that surrounded it. I leaned forward
with my hands on the insides of her thighs, and put the tip of my
tongue at the top of that luscious slit. There wasn't really enough
room to foot job get any further so I dropped my hand to behind her
right knee. I lifted until she was forced to balance for a moment on
one leg as I set her foot beside me on the chair. Then the eating
began in earnest. I could feel her trembling as she began to get
close to her climax, and finally she was forced to put her hands on
my head and steady herself to keep from falling as she came.
I couldn't help but tell her how much I liked her boots. She
smiled and seemed very pleased. Turning her chair, she picked up her
feet and foot job placed them in my lap. "Go ahead and touch them,"
Sandy said. I reached down and allowed my hands to move over the
smooth, hard, white leather as she ground her heels into my crotch.
"Kiss them," she ordered, and I leaned down and kissed the tip of
each boot..
"How much do you like them?" she asked next. I told her I liked them
so much that I was ready to come right then and there just from
seeing them. "Then I want you to come now. Take yourself out of your
pants and come for me right now." She shifted foot job her feet so
that I could release my cock, already erect and dripping. Once my
cock was free and waving in the air she moved her white boots so
that her heels were right at the base of my cock, her dirty soles
facing me. I took my rod in hand and began to stroke it. As I did
she moved her back and forth a little,
foot fetish occasionally rubbing them
against my cock and balls. "Are you going to come for me," Sandy
asked. I said that I'd do anything she wanted. "Then I want you to
shoot your load on my boots and then lick them clean." I foot job
continued to jerk off, feeling the pressure inside my balls
building. "Kneel on the floor," she ordered, taking her feet from my
lap and placing them on the floor. I got off of the chair and
positioned myself in front of her so that my cock was right over her
white boots. "Now come for me," she said. I pumped as fast as I
could, my hips bucking hard, feeling electricity in my back, and
soon my cream was shooting out and falling on the tops of her sexy
boots. I continued to milk my cock until the last drops had fallen
onto her boots and the floor. "Now lick them clean for me." I leaned
forward and taking one of her boots in hand, I touched my tongue to
a smear of come, tasting the sweet-salty, fresh-smelling fluid that
coated her heeled boots. I licked across the top, scooping up the
come with my tongue and swallowing it. When I had finished with the
first boot, I lifted the second and performed the same service. As I
continued to kneel on the floor, my cock hanging out of my pants,
foot job Sandy pushed her chair back, stood up, and walked out of
the room without a work. As she neared the front doors of our office
suite, she did turn to say "There are a few drops of your come on
the floor. Lick them up." I leaned forward and cleaned the carpet as
she asked. When I had finished and looked up she was gone. Leaning
back against a table, trying to recover my senses, I looked down to
see that juices had continued to leak from my now softened rod and
had soaked the front of my pants. |
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