As the elevator doors closed, I felt a nervous energy course through my body. Today was the day I had been dreading for weeks - my new boss was going to be in town and she wanted to see me. We had never met before, but our interactions had been primarily over email and phone calls. Still, the thought of meeting her face-to-face made me feel uneasy.
When the elevator doors opened again, there she was. Tall, regal, and impossibly beautiful, she stood before me like a goddess. Her long, perfectly manicured nails tapped impatiently against her slender thigh as she watched me with cool, appraising eyes. "Well?" she asked sharply, "Are you going to stand there all day gawking at my feet or are you going to do something about them?"
My heart hammered against my chest as I took a tentative step forward. I had never seen feet quite like hers - they were perfect, really. Long, slender toes tipped with crimson polish that matched her lips, and smooth, creamy skin that seemed to glow in the office light. As I approached, I could smell her feet too - a delicate blend of sweat and perfume that made my head spin.
"What are you waiting for?" she demanded, her voice low and husky. "Don't tell me you don't know what to do with these?" She wiggled her toes enticingly, and I found myself mesmerized by the sight of them.
Without thinking, I dropped to my knees and lifted her foot into my hands. She let out a soft moan of approval as I began to massage her foot, tracing my fingers over her arch and down to her heel. The contact sent shivers down my spine, and I could feel my cock stirring in my pants.
"That's it," she purred, closing her eyes and tilting her head back. "You have such dirty hands, but they feel so good on my feet." She leaned forward slightly, her breasts brushing against my cheek as she pushed her foot deeper into my mouth. "Suck on them," she commanded softly, and I did as I was told.
I sucked on her toes, savoring the salty taste of her skin as I worked my way up her foot. With each passing moment, I sank deeper into this bizarre and thrilling fantasy world. When I reached her ankle, I hesitated for a moment before leaning in and taking a deep breath.
"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice rising in alarm.
"Smelling your feet," I replied, my own voice sounding distant and dreamlike.
She laughed then, a soft, low chuckle that sent vibrations through my entire body. "You like the smell of my feet, don't you?"
I nodded, my mouth full of her soft flesh. "I do," I mumbled around her big toe.
"Well then," she said, her tone becoming steadier, "why don't you show me just how much you like it?"
Before I knew what was happening, she had looped her arm around my neck and pulled me closer. With her other hand, she guided my head between her thighs, letting out a soft moan as my tongue found its target.
I couldn't believe what was happening - my boss, the beautiful Asian Goddess, was letting me worship her feet and taste her intimate parts. As I lapped at her folds, she groaned in pleasure and shifted her hips, grinding against my face.
Time seemed to stand still as I lost myself in this forbidden fantasy. When she finally came, her musky scent filling the air around us, I felt like I was on top of the world. She pulled away from me then, her breathing ragged and her eyes half-closed.
"That was... unexpected," she said, her voice still shaky.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," I replied, my own voice sounding distant and dreamlike.
She laughed then, a sound that was both amused and somewhat sad. "I think we both have some explaining to do," she said, reaching down to help me to my feet.
As we made our way back to her office, I couldn't help but wonder what would happen next. Would she fire me for this? Or would she let me continue to serve her in this strange and wonderful way? Only time would tell.
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