A Footjob with Lady Lazarus
Feeling the energy of the bustling city around me, I made my way to the hotel where Lady Lazarus was staying. My heart raced as I anticipated the experience that awaited me. It had been a long day for her, and I knew her feet must be sweaty and smelling deliciously of sweat and the city's aromas.
As I stepped into her hotel room, I was immediately struck by the alluring scent of her feet. She was seated on the bed, her long legs crossed, beautiful feet pointed towards me. Her toes were curled in anticipation, and I could see the beads of sweat glistening on her skin.
"I've been waiting for you," she purred, her voice honey-smooth. "Come here, baby. Let me show you how good my feet can make you feel."
Without hesitation, I knelt before her, my eyes fixed on her perfect feet. She leaned back against the pillows with a seductive smile, running her fingers through her raven hair.
"Oh, I can't wait to feel your hot cum all over my sweaty feet," she whispered, her voice low and husky.
Slowly, she uncrossed her legs, revealing her feet to me. They were perfectly formed, with delicate arches and high, slender ankles. I took one of her feet in my hands, admiring the way it felt against my skin. The thought of her bare foot wrapped around my cock was enough to send shivers down my spine.
She leaned forward, her breasts just inches from my face. "Go on," she breathed, her eyes half-closed with pleasure. "Taste my foot. Suck on my toes."
I did as she commanded, kissing her instep and then moving up to her toes. They were soft and warm, and the scent of her sweat was intoxicating. As I worked my way down her foot, she moaned in approval, her legs opening wider to grant me better access.
Feeling emboldened, I reached for the container of foot oil on the nightstand. With steady hands, I applied the oil to her feet and my cock, allowing our skin to glide against each other effortlessly. The sensation was exquisite, and I could feel myself getting closer to the edge.
Lady Lazarus' moans grew louder, her hips beginning to undulate with each stroke. She reached down between us, her fingers stroking up and down my shaft. Her hand met mine, and together we stroked my cock up and down her foot. The combined sensations were too much for me to bear.
With a primal cry, I exploded, my hot cum shooting onto her sweaty feet. She groaned in delight, her hands digging into the mattress as she arched her back. Gently, she stroked her foot up and down my now-spent cock, the sensation both soothing and arousing.
"That was incredible," she breathed, her eyes locked with mine. "Thank you for making my feet feel so good."
I looked up at her, feeling both satisfied and yearning for more. "Any time, my lady," I murmured, leaning in to kiss her foot. "Any time."
