The Technician's Downfall: A double Foot Worship and Footjob Under The Table
Vitoria VonTeese, a stunning woman with curvaceous hips and long, sculpted legs, walked into the office with Kiffa Feet, her friend and colleague. They were both dressed impeccably, Vitoria in a sleek business suit that hugged her body tightly while accentuating her ample assets. Her high heels clacked on the polished floor as she made her way towards the printer that needed repair.
The problem with the printer had been ongoing for days now, causing immense frustration among the staff. As Vitoria and Kiffa approached it, they noticed something out of the ordinary: a man crouched under their table, his head buried between their legs. A pair of large, sweaty hands clutched desperately at Vitoria's calves as he tried to remain hidden from view.
The man was dressed as a typical IT technician, wearing a nondescript uniform that did nothing to hide his obvious arousal. His eyes were fixed on their feet, his tongue darting out to wet his lips every few seconds. It was clear that he had been secretly admiring their sexy attire for some time now.
"Excuse me," said Vitoria, her voice cold and stern. "Do you mind telling us what you think you're doing?"
The man looked up at her, his face flushed with embarrassment and lust. He stammered out an apology, explaining how much he had always fantasized about worshipping their feet. Before either woman could react, he began to lick Vitoria's shoes clean, his tongue tracing the delicate lines of her high heels.
Kiffa watched in amazement as this stranger transformed into their personal footstool. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement herself; after all, who doesn't love a little foot worship every now and then? With a mischievous grin, she decided to take things a step further.
"Why stop there?" she said, her voice laced with seduction. "Why don't you give us both a footjob while you're down there?"
The man's eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't hesitate. He positioned himself between their legs, his fingers slipping beneath the hem of their skirts to massage their pantyhose-clad thighs. His other hand reached forward, clasping onto the table for support as he began stroking himself in rhythm with his fingers.
As he pleasured them both, Vitoria and Kiffa took turns humiliating him further. They called him names like "foot slave" and "pathetic pervert", all while enjoying the pleasure he was giving them. When they finally felt satisfied, they decided to take things a step further.
"You know what would be really hot?" Kiffa said, her voice dripping with desire. "If you cum just from our feet."
The man nodded eagerly, his cock already hard and throbbing. Vitoria wrapped her fingers around it, stroking it slowly while Kiffa positioned herself behind him. She slid her high heels forward, pressing her toes against his perineum.
Together, they milked him of his seed, their heels massaging his prostate until he let out a long, agonized groan. It was a sight to behold: two powerful women using nothing but their feet to reduce a man to a quivering mess on the floor.
The technician staggered away from the table, his emotions in disarray. He had never experienced anything like this before, and he knew he never would again. As he left the office, he couldn't help but wonder: was it worth it? Probably not. But damn, those feet were incredible.
