Chapter 63: Chapter 63
I’d been thinking about Jesse all day. Whenever I could steal a moment of peace at work, my mind would wander, and I’d dream about his hands massaging my feet and his tongue teasing my toes. My commute home passed by in a flash as I spent the time imagining the look that would be on his face when he finally got to hold my pretty peds in his hands. The adoration that lights up his eyes when he gazes at my bare feet stokes
my lust like nothing else.
You see, feet are Jesse’s fetish, but mine is being in control of Jesse. These two desires complement each other perfectly. I choose when and where he’s allowed the honor of worshipping my feet, and in the end we both wind up satisfied.
Jesse had been such a good boy all week—taking
care of the house and me—so I wanted to give him a reward. The second I walked in the door that night, I told him that he’d earned a special treat. Upon hearing my words, he slid his lustful gaze slowly down my figure to rest at my feet, as I knew he would. My black peep- toe heels were high and shiny, and offered a tantalizing glimpse of my gleaming toenails, which were painted a bold red.
I sat on the opposite end of the couch, swiveling my body around so that my feet were in Jesse’s lap. I extended one leg so my foot could gently caress his cock, which had already begun to swell beneath his jeans. He groaned as I worked the toe of my shoe along the length of his hardening shaft, tracing its contours until he whis- pered desperately, “Please, Mistress.”
I stilled my foot, knowing that my tease had brought him dangerously close to orgasm and that he didn’t want to come without my permission. I bit back my smile, pleased that he’d been brought to the point of begging so soon in our session.
“You’re going to have to learn to control yourself, Jesse. You’re such an excitable boy,” I said, once again nudging his erection with my toe tip and making him groan.
“I’ll try, Ma’am,” Jesse whispered, eyes cast down- ward as he stared at his lap—and the leather pump that ruled his desire.
“Would you like to kiss my foot?”
“Very much so, Ma’am,” he answered, meeting my
eyes. His hunger and desperation were written on his face, and a frisson of excitement coursed through me. To be desired so passionately is a heady experience, and it’s one I’ve never taken for granted; this night was no different.
Jesse’s hands were shaking as he held my ankle and reverently removed my shoe. I hadn’t worn stockings that day, and he lifted my bare foot up to his face. He held it still, looking serene as he breathed in deeply to inhale the scent of my warm flesh, no doubt redolent with leather. When he’d gotten his fill, Jesse planted gentle kisses on the tops of my toes, each one a sweet and tender bit of foreplay. After making his way across, his lips slid down my sole, lingering at my arch, where he dared to flick his tongue. It was a teasing touch that resonated within me, almost as if he’d stroked my clit. I slid down the couch cushions, flexing my foot and waving my toes at him. “Do it again—lick me,” I
murmured, nudging off my other shoe.
Jesse lavished my left foot with wet kisses as I moved my right into position, so I could stroke his erection with my toes. My dress rose high on my thighs as I squirmed; his ministrations were making my pussy feel slick and hot, and I couldn’t wait much longer to feel his cock inside me.
“Take off your pants,” I commanded, tracing the length of his fly with my big toe. “Take off everything.” “As you wish,” he said softly, easing me aside so he
could stand and strip.
Jesse’s muscular body was gradually revealed to me as he tugged his T-shirt over his head and then slid his jeans down his thighs. He’s so big and strong, yet he was so eager to please and serve me—a fact that made me ache even more for him.
As he stood before me, I reached toward him with my foot, touching the tip of his bobbing cock. He bit his lip as I teased his shaft with my toes and then lifted it with my foot to press it against his stomach. He rocked his hips forward, pushing against my sole as it massaged the underside of his dick. His handsome face was flushed, and his breathing was reduced to a series of erratic gasps as I brought him to the edge. When I sensed he was on the verge, I pulled back and he exhaled slowly.
Leaning back against the cushions, I raised both of my legs, offering him a good view of my feet, as well as a sliver of my pink pussy. I crooked my finger in a come- hither motion, and Jesse smiled as he positioned himself in front of me and held my ankles in one hand, while he used his other to guide himself into my slick slit. I closed my eyes as he slid into me, filling me so sweetly as he once again began to suck on my toes.
Jesse’s tongue tickled me deliciously as he pumped his shaft in and out of my cunt. I wriggled a hand between my thighs, fingering my clit as he worked his cock. A warm glow simmered inside me until my pleasure burst in a body-shaking explosion. I squirmed wildly but Jesse held my ankles fast, groaning against my soles
when I finally gave him permission to surrender to his lust.
Lowering my legs, Jesse took me in his arms and whispered his thanks, which was funny since I have him to thank for endless hours of pleasure—only proving that together, we make a perfect pair.