Foot Fetish Tutoring Session
As Cheyenne opened the door, a thick wave of nervous energy coursed through her body. It wasn't just because her tutor was about to arrive; it was because she knew exactly what he was coming for. She managed to keep her cool as she invited him in and led him to the living room, where they took their seats on the couch.
Her heart was pounding in her chest as she crossed her legs, revealing her bare foot dangling on the edge of the couch. She glanced over at him and noticed the way his eyes were locked onto her feet. A smile tugged at the corner of her lips; she knew exactly what he wanted.
"So, how's your foot?" she asked innocently, gesturing towards his leg. He looked away awkwardly, blushing.
"It's fine, thanks," he muttered, trying to hide his embarrassment. "Listen, I know this might sound weird, but... can I ask you something?"
Cheyenne raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Go ahead."
"Your feet," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Do they bother you? If they do, I can always wear something on them or... or something."
She laughed softly. "Oh, no, it's fine. In fact, I kind of hope they don't, considering what we're about to do." Her voice dropped to a sultry whisper. "Besides, I think you know why I asked you to take off your shoes."
His face flushed red as he looked down at his bare feet. "Yeah, I know," he mumbled.
Cheyenne reached over and placed her hand on his knee, squeezing gently. "Don't worry," she reassured him. "I promise, we'll get to that soon enough."
As they continued talking, Cheyenne couldn't help but notice the way he kept stealing glances at her feet. It was clear that he was completely infatuated with them, and it only made her more excited for what was to come.
After a few more minutes of small talk, they moved to the bedroom. Cheyenne undid her hair, letting it cascade down her back in a waterfall of curls. She turned to face him, batting her eyelashes playfully.
"So, do you want a lap dance?" she asked, her voice dripping with seduction. He nodded eagerly, unable to believe his luck.
She sauntered over to the bed, hips swaying sensually, and climbed onto the mattress on her hands and knees. She looked back at him over her shoulder, a mischievous grin on her face.
"Come here," she purred, patting the spot next to her. He hesitated for a moment before crawling onto the bed behind her.
As he sat down, his legs straddling her hips, Cheyenne began to move her hips in circles, grinding against his lap. She could feel his cock harden against her through his jeans, and it only made her more determined to make him lose control.
Slowly, she reached down and began rubbing her foot against his crotch, her toes grazing against his swollen cock. She moaned softly as she felt him grow harder under her touch.
"That's it, baby," she whispered, leaning back against him. "You like that, don't you?"
He nodded, unable to speak, his breath coming in short gasps. She increased the pressure of her foot against his cock, rubbing it up and down, circling her ankle around his hip.
"Tell me," she purred, turning her head to nibble on his earlobe. "Do you want to see my feet?"
He moaned loudly, unable to believe what was happening. "God, yes," he gasped.
Without another word, she slid off his lap and crawled towards the foot of the bed, her ass wiggling enticingly as she went. She sat down cross-legged, her knees wide open, and looked back at him over her shoulder.
"Come on, baby," she purred, beckoning him closer. "I want you to worship my feet."
He crawled towards her, his eyes locked on her feet. As he approached, she could feel his warm breath against the arch of her foot. He hesitated for a moment before leaning in and pressing a kiss against her instep.
"Mmmm," she moaned, arching her back. "That's it, baby. Kiss them, lick them, worship them."
He buried his face between her legs, his tongue tracing the outline of her foot. He lapped at her toes, sucking on each one in turn, causing her to squirm with pleasure.
As he worked his magic between her legs, Cheyenne was lost in the sensation. She reached down and threaded her fingers through his hair, holding him close as he pleasured her.
"That's it, baby," she moaned, arching her back even further. "You're such a good foot slave."
He growled in response, his tongue flicking out to trace the sensitive skin behind her knee. She gasped, her body shuddering with delight.
"Oh god, I'm going to cum," she whispered, her voice shaking.
He pushed her knee open wider, his tongue probing deeper as she climaxed, her toes curling in ecstasy. She cried out his name as the waves of pleasure washed over her, her body shivering with aftershocks.
Finally, when she was spent, she collapsed back onto the bed, panting heavily. He crawled up beside her, his face flushed with excitement and arousal.
"That was... incredible," he murmured, running his fingers through her hair.
She smiled, reaching down to lace their fingers together. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," she whispered, her voice still shaky from the intensity of the experience.
They laid there together for a moment, basking in the afterglow of their intense encounter. As they cuddled close, Cheyenne couldn't help but wonder what other kinks their tutoring sessions might uncover.
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