Foot Job Queen In The Making

Foot Job Queen From Foot Job Princess.

Did you ever think of me and think that possibly anyone would call me a foot job queen? I never thought about that until the other night; I met this super different guy, which is fine. I meant different, too; he wanted to lay down and talk and have a deep romantic conversation about life, and he just told me about his life, and I listened. He told me he wanted to make me his new foot job queen. I wasn’t sure what exactly to make of it. I’ve been the queen of a lot of other things a lot of other areas and sex foot jobs. I don’t think it’s ever been a complete specialty of mine, but it seemed like he was really into them, and of course, I’m a girl willing to try.

Foot Job Queen Learns Patience.

We laid on the bed opposite each other, my feet and his lap, and he rubbed them, massaging my pampered pedicured piggies with oils and lotion, running his fingers between my toes, and separating them.  You could tell by how intense he was that he was really into feet.  Oddly, I felt so special at that moment. But I laid back, and I sunk into it.  I let him love me, rub my feet, and worship them in a way that I’d never really had before.  He took the arches of my feet and placed them around his cock inside his sweatpants.  He used the arches of my feet to stroke his cock slowly.  Our conversation lasted four hours. I didn’t know if him getting soft and then getting himself hard again with my feet constituted me as foot job queen just yet.

Foot Job Queen Training.

We sat, and we talked for hours, and then I waited. Finally, he pulled down his sweatpants, revealing his cock was hard. He laid my foot down just next to it and lotioned up my foot.  He then lotioned the other one and laid my other foot on top of his cock, pressing it against my other foot I took his hand.  Soon he began to use my foot to stroke his cock, slowly, gliding my foot back and forth.  I had to concentrate not to press too hard, scared I was going to hurt him to find just the right amount of pressure as he strokes his cock with my foot.

The head of his cock passed along my foot and passed my toes. He rolled his eyes back with pleasure and bit his lip; this is what he meant: his own little self-made foot job queen. I was impressed at how much I could feel stiffening, even against the bottom of my soft feet. I could tell when he was about to explode, and he did cover his tummy and my toes.

Cum Covered Queen Toes.

He kept going faster, a little more complicated, applying more pressure with my foot. This time faster; he let his hand off my foot and told me to keep going faster. My foot job queen toes tightened and curled around his hard cock. I concentrated on how much pressure I was giving him as my foot went back and forth over his cock, I must’ve been doing a very good job because he came again. I kept going. It was softer now but still hard, and I kept going like it was a race, some game, and I didn’t want him to lose all of his hardness.

I tried to have him cum again; my cum covered toes were such a turn-on.  I was being the queen he wanted me to be, as he came again.  He went for the third time and came all over my toes, covering my feet.  I felt it on the bottom of my foot, it made me release something that I must have been holding in. We lay there pleased with ourselves, smiling at each other. Foot job queen, who would’ve thought?

So, do you like feet?

Call Me 1-888-792-6206