Foot Fetish; I Was Going To Make Him Pay

My Boss Had A Fierce Foot Fetish

When I was in college, the man that was my boss had a foot fetish. I found out he had one when I came back after work because I forgot something. He was in his office, the door not quite closed all the way. I could hear sounds coming from his office, so I looked in and saw him. He was masturbating with a pair of shoes. Shoes I’d seen in the cloakroom area that belonged to one of the other girls. They were open-toed pumps, and he’d put his dick through the toe area and was fucking it. I could hear him moaning as he fucked that shoe. He soon came, wiped it off, and I hid around a corner. He placed them back in the cloakroom and then left the office. I got what I’d come back for and then left.

I now knew my boss had a foot fetish and wondered how I could turn it to my advantage. And  I went to work the next day wearing stiletto heels with open toes. I saw him staring at my feet on and off all day. I was snickering to myself on and off all day at his staring at them. And I knew he’d have loved nothing more than to rip them off my feet. Fucking those shoes and possibly demand a foot job from me. He called me into his office later that day. I crossed my legs and let my one shoe dangle from my big toe. Seemingly absentmindedly. I could see the bulge growing in his pants as I continued on with my teasing. He didn’t know, of course it was all carefully executed for his benefit.

I Placed My Stockinged Feet On His Thighs

I decided the next day I was going to ask for a well-deserved raise I’d been wanting to ask for. And  I wore a fresh pair of sexy shoes the next day. Once more, it riveted his eyes to my feet and shoes. He said he really couldn’t afford it now. I kicked off my shoes and hopped up on the edge of his desk. Letting my pantyhose covered feet sit on his thighs. I had a feeling he knew I was onto him now. I told him I’d give him a foot job every day for a month if I got the raise. He licked his lips. Beads of sweat gathered on his brow. I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist my offer.

He slowly reached up to his zipper. His foot fetish was getting the best of him. He pulled it down and pulled out his cock. It bobbed in the air as if sniffing it. My foot reached towards his cock and soon the black nylon covered toes were enveloping his cock and he gasped. I gripped harder, gripping it between the soles of my feet. I jiggled my feet back and forth on his bare cock. He closed his eyes and arched his head back, hissing through his teeth. I laughed at his display of arousal. He said he’d masturbated to my feet many times over the years. I told him I’d spied on his little shoe fuck after work not that long ago. He looked up wide eyed. Surprised I had caught him in the act.

His Foot Fetish Was Going To Be My Ticket

I squished his balls with my toes and played with the tip of his cock. The pre-cum was sinking into the nylon, making little wet spots. He was starting to breathe in a ragged manner, his breath coming in shallow little grunts. All I could think of was the money and the raise. His foot fetish was going to be my ticket.

I went a bit faster, and he grabbed my feet, clasping them tightly around his hard, throbbing shaft. His hips started to buck up and really fuck my feet. I knew he was going to blow any second. He let out an almost mournful howl as he shot his load all over the tops of my feet, soaking my nylons. He said he’d be happy to continue doing this for the raise. I agreed. I could handle this for a month. He didn’t take too long. He was overly excited and popped pretty quickly. A fair trade, I thought.

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