Bettie Brickhouse's Sweaty After-Work Footjob
Bettie Brickhouse was in town on a business trip, and I had managed to schedule a meeting with her after a long day at work. As soon as I arrived at her hotel room, I could already tell she had been wearing her flats all day - her feet were moist and slightly sweaty, with a faint but enticing aroma wafting from them. It was clear that she knew exactly what she was doing to me.
Without further ado, she told me to lie down on the bed while she kicked off her shoes and undid the buttons of her blouse. She slowly removed each item of clothing, revealing her luscious figure, before straddling me and slowly rubbing the soles of her feet against my hardening cock. Her touch was electric, and I could feel myself growing more and more aroused with each passing moment.
Bettie leaned down close to my ear and whispered, "Do you like having your cock worshipped by a pair of sweaty, stinky feet?" Her voice was like silk, and it sent shivers down my spine.
I moaned in response, unable to hide my desire any longer. She chuckled softly and began stroking my cock between her soles and toes, her nails digging lightly into my skin. It was an incredible sensation, one that I never thought possible.
As she continued her ministrations, I watched in awe as her body moved in rhythm with her feet. Every so often, she would lean down and take one of my hands in hers, placing it against her other foot. The heat from her body radiated through my skin, and I could feel the beating of her heart beneath it.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Bettie raised herself off of me and positioned my cock between her feet. With a mischievous grin, she began grinding her sweaty, stinky soles against my shaft, driving me wild with pleasure. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, but I knew better than to rush this moment.
And then, as if she could read my mind, Bettie pressed her feet down harder onto my cock and wrapped her toes around me, squeezing tightly. It was too much for me to handle - my entire body tensed up, and I felt my load erupt between her feet.
I groaned loudly as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me, and Bettie chuckled softly, knowing that she had completely ravished me with her feet. When I had finally come down from my high, I looked up at her, and she was grinning widely.
"That," she said, "was quite possibly the best footjob I've ever given." And with that, she leaned down and gently kissed me on the forehead. I could still feel the warmth of her feet against my skin long after she had left the room.
Bettie Brickhouse is truly a goddess among women, and her skills in the art of foot worship are nothing short of extraordinary. If you ever find yourself in the same situation as I did, consider yourself lucky - and prepared to have your mind blown away by a pair of sweaty, stinky feet.
