Anita Feet was a godsend. I sat on my disheveled couch, staring blankly at my phone as it rang incessantly. My mind was elsewhere, stuck on thoughts of the chaos that had taken over my life. But then, the familiar ringtone of Anita's number filled my ears, and I couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.
Within minutes, there was a soft knock on my door. I opened it to find Anita standing there, looking as beautiful as ever. Her long, toned legs were encased in black tights that hugged her curves tightly. Her feet, always the center of attention, were adorned with high heels that accentuated her feminine silhouette.
"Hi there, what can I do for you today?" she asked with a warm smile, already knowing the answer.
"I'm just... not feeling great," I said, trying to put into words what I was feeling. "I was hoping you could help me out."
Anita stepped inside, her gaze moving up and down my body as if she were assessing my needs. Then, she turned her attention to my crotch, a mischievous glint in her eye.
"Don't worry about it," she said, unzipping her skirt and letting it fall to the floor. Underneath, she wore a lacy black thong that barely covered her folds. She kicked off her heels and approached me, stopping just short of reaching out to touch me.
"What do you think?" she asked, spreading her legs slightly so that her wet, eager folds were on full display.
"I think you're just what I needed," I said, my voice catching in my throat.
And with that, Anita wasted no time. She straddled me, her thong riding up her wet slit so that it barely covered her clit. She leaned forward, her breasts almost touching my chest as she reached out to undo my pants. In one fluid motion, she pulled my shaft out of my pants and began to stroke it, her eyes locked on mine the whole time.
The sensation was unlike anything I had ever felt before. As her hand moved up and down my shaft, I could feel myself getting closer to the edge. But then, she suddenly stopped and looked up at me, a mischievous grin on her face.
"I thought we could switch things up," she said, her voice low and seductive.
Before I could even process what she was saying, she leaned back, lifted one of her legs, and slowly lowered it onto the couch between us. Her thong was still in place, but it was pushed to the side, leaving her pussy fully exposed. She reached out and took my hand, guiding it towards her dripping folds.
"Take a whiff," she said, her breath hot against my ear. "It's all for you."
I hesitated for a moment before leaning in and taking a deep breath. The smell of her arousal was intoxicating, and it only made me harder. I reached out and touched her, my fingers finding her clit easily through the damp material of her thong.
Anita moaned softly, her hips undulating as I began to rub her. She leaned forward, giving me better access to her pussy as I worked my magic. I could feel her getting wetter and wetter, her juices coating my fingers as I massaged her.
And then, she tensed up and let out a long, low moan. Her body shook with the force of her orgasm, and I could feel her pussy clenching around my fingers. When she finally came down from her high, she looked at me with satisfaction.
"That was just what I needed," she said, her breath still heavy. "How about you?"
I nodded, unable to speak. All I could think about was the thought of cumming all over her perfect feet. Anita read my mind and smiled, leaning back and spreading her legs wider.
"Go ahead," she whispered. "Give it all to me."
I didn't need to be told twice. I pulled out of her pussy and moved closer to her feet, my cock glistening with pre-cum. I leaned in and pressed the head against one of her toes, feeling her soft skin against my sensitive skin.
With one swift motion, I plunged my cock into her foot, feeling her warmth envelop me. I began thrusting up and down, the sensation of her skin against my shaft driving me wild. Anita moaned again, arching her back as I fucked her foot.
I could feel myself getting closer to the edge, but I wasn't ready to cum yet. I held back as long as I could, savoring the feeling of her foot wrapped around my shaft. And then, without warning, I exploded.
Cum shot up and out of my cock, landing on her perfect toes in a sticky mess. I collapsed onto the couch, panting heavily as I watched the cum drip down her foot and onto the floor.
Anita looked down at her foot, a satisfied smile on her face. "That," she said, "was a footjob to remember."
