Real Estate Foot Fetish: A Sultry Deal Closes with a Satisfying Foot Job
As I walked into the plush, dimly lit office of Madame Cleopatra's real estate firm, I couldn't help but feel a thrill of anticipation. This was my second meeting with the same client; a successful businessman with a penchant for foot fetishes. He had been particularly impressed by my skilled foot massage during our last encounter and was eager to seal the deal on another bulk unit purchase.
Dressed professionally in a sleek pantsuit, I greeted him warmly, exchanging pleasantries before getting down to business. We discussed the details of the property he had in mind, and he seemed pleased with my suggestions. However, as we finalized the paperwork and prepared to sign on the dotted line, he couldn't resist asking for a special favor.
"Before we sign, can you give me that foot massage again?" he asked, his voice quivering with excitement. "I never forgot how good it felt."
I smiled reassuringly, knowing exactly what he meant. "Of course, sir. I'd be happy to oblige."
As we moved towards the plush couch in the corner of the office, I felt a surge of arousal. This wasn't just about the sale anymore; it was about satisfying his desires and indulging in our mutual attraction. I began by removing his shoes and socks, exposing his feet to my hungry gaze.
Running my hands over his stocky calves and smooth feet, I whispered soothing words that only heightened his anticipation. My fingers danced across his arches and toes, sending shivers down his spine.
When I finally slid my skilled hands between his ankles, he let out a deep groan of pleasure. With practiced ease, I massaged his balls and cock through his pants, increasing the pressure as he moaned louder.
"Please," he breathed, his voice hoarse with desire. "I need your feet on my cock."
Without further hesitation, I straddled him, my skirt rising to expose my lacy black thong. His mouth watered as he watched me lower myself onto his lap. Slowly, I sank down until his cock was pressed against my pussy, and then I leaned forward, resting my weight on his thighs.
His hands roamed up my thighs, tracing the thin material of my pantyhose, and then came to rest on my knees. "Please, baby," he whispered, his voice hoarse with need.
I nodded in understanding, ready to give him what he wanted. As I parted my legs wider, he could see my tight, wet pussy lips glistening with anticipation. And then, slowly, ever so slowly, I lowered my feet onto his rigid shaft.
His entire body shook with pleasure as I began to grind my heels against his cock, my toes curling in ecstasy. It was a sensual dance of pleasure, our bodies moving in sync as we lost ourselves in the moment.
Finally, with a groan that seemed to echo through the room, he came, his hot seed shooting up my insides as I continued to rub his cock between my heels. We collapsed together on the couch, panting heavily, our hearts pounding in unison.
This was more than just a business deal - it was an erotic connection that went beyond words. And as I looked into his eyes, I knew we would be back here again, in this sexy little world of our own creation.
