A Sweet Treat for My Masters' Feet
Angie's heart raced as she hurried down the sidewalk towards her awaiting master's house. Her tight skirt swirled around her thighs, and her panties were already damp with anticipation. She couldn't wait to show her adoration for her master by offering up her warm, wet tongue to clean their feet.
She reached the elegant mansion and quietly let herself in through the grand entrance. Her eyes darted around nervously, taking in the opulent decor and the tantalizing scent of freshly baked cookies wafting through the air. Her stomach rumbled in response to the delicious aroma.
Making her way through the grand hall, Angie couldn't contain her excitement anymore. Her curiosity got the better of her, and she peeked into the expansive kitchen where she saw her master hard at work. The room was filled with baked goods of all kinds, but her attention was drawn to the pair of large, masculine feet propped up on the counter.
Her master, a tall and imposing figure, was busy assembling some treats while chatting with another figure she didn't recognize. The other man was shorter and stockier, with a friendly smile that crinkled around his eyes. He glanced over at her and waved cheerfully before returning his attention to their conversation.
Angie's heart skipped a beat as she realized that this must be the guest master her master had mentioned. A wave of nervousness washed over her, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from the glistening sweat beading on her master's feet. She licked her lips unconsciously, her mouth watering at the thought of tasting them.
As if sensing her gaze, her master turned his head slightly and met her eyes. His eyebrow arched in curious question, and she could feel herself blushing under his scrutiny. Swallowing hard, she stepped forward and knelt before him, head bowed in submission. "I have come to clean your feet, Master," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the clatter of dishes in the background.
The other man chuckled softly, and Angie could feel his gaze raking over her body. She shivered slightly, anticipating what was to come. "Good girl," her master said, his tone warm with approval. He leaned down and lifted one of his feet onto the stool next to her, presenting it to her eagerly waiting tongue.
Without hesitation, Angie pressed her warm, wet tongue against the rough skin of his heel, lapping up the salty sweat that lingered there. She moaned softly around his foot, her head bobbing up and down as she explored every inch of his flesh with her tongue.
The other man, whom she now knew as the guest master, cleared his throat awkwardly. "Um, perhaps we could continue this in private?" he suggested, his own feet twitching slightly in anticipation.
Her master smiled fondly down at her and nodded, reaching down to help her up off the floor. Angie rose slowly, feeling the weight of his gaze on her body. She glanced over at the guest master, who was already unobtrusively stripping out of his clothes. Clearly, he was just as eager to continue their little session.
With a final glance back at her master, Angie followed the guest master into a nearby room. She closed the door behind them, and they were plunged into silence. For a moment, neither of them moved. Then, almost simultaneously, they began to undress each other, their hands exploring every inch of each other's bodies.
Angie felt her panties slip down her thighs as the guest master pulled them off roughly, exposing her wet slit to his eager gaze. She moaned softly, tilting her hips forward in invitation. He grinned wickedly before leaning forward to lap at her juices, tonguing her tenderly before diving in deeper.
As he lapped at her pussy, Angie reached up to undo his pants, freeing his impressive cock from its confines. She took it in her hand, stroking it slowly at first before beginning to bob her head down onto it. Her lips wrapped around the thick shaft, and she began bobbing up and down in time with her movements.
The guest master moaned loudly, his hands gripping her hair tightly. He thrust his hips forward, pushing deeper into her mouth. Angie took as much as she could, her throat working to accommodate his girth. She swallowed his moans and continued to pleasure him, her eyes fixed on his face as she watched him lose control.
Finally, with a loud cry of satisfaction, he pulled her away from him and pushed her onto the bed. She landed on her back with a soft thud, her legs spread wide in invitation. He smiled wickedly before grabbing her ankles and pulling her legs up over her shoulders, forcing her to arch her back.
With one swift motion, he entered her tight, wet pussy, groaning as he felt her tightness wrap around him. He began to pump slowly at first, savoring the feeling of being so deep inside her. Angie moaned loudly, her head tossing from side to side as he took her from behind.
As they moved together, their breaths mingling in the air, Angie couldn't help but think how lucky she was to have such amazing masters. They took care of her in every way possible, satisfying both her body and soul. With a satisfied sigh, she let herself be taken completely, knowing that this was where she truly belonged.
