Veronica was a bratty, yet irresistible redhead who had just come from a night at the club. As she strutted into his apartment barefoot, her dirty soles left a trail of dust behind her. He couldn't help but stare at her sexy legs and long toes poking out of the edge of her tight pants.
"Well, well, look who's here to clean my feet," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You know, I was thinking about letting you touch my pussy tonight, but since you're such a good little foot slave, I think I'll give you something else instead."
Her words were like a punch to the gut, but he couldn't refuse. He grabbed a wet towel and knelt down in front of her, his heart racing as he watched her perfect size 7 feet come into view. He ran the towel over her soles, feeling the wiry bristles of her body hair against his skin.
"That's it," she purred, leaning against the wall and spreading her legs wider. "Now, lick my heels like the dirty foot slut you are."
His tongue flicked out, tracing the line of her shiny heel before moving up to the arch of her foot. He could feel the tension building in his chest as he worshipped her soft soles, his face inches from her delicate toes.
"That's better," she moaned, closing her eyes in pleasure. "Now, don't forget to show your appreciation with that black tongue of yours."
He obediently stuck out his tongue, revealing the dark stain from earlier, and pressed it against her sole. She let out a low groan, her hand moving to stroke his hair.
"You've got potential," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "But you still have a lot to learn about being my foot bitch."
With that, she pulled away, leaving him salivating on the floor. She stomped her foot, causing a wave of pleasure to course through him, before walking towards the bedroom.
"Don't forget," she called back over her shoulder, "you'll be lucky if you get to watch tonight."
