My Favorite Foot Lover

My Favorite Foot Lover

Being a personal trainer is easy work. Especially when it’s with my favorite foot lover, all I have to do is watch my sweaty little boy toys run laps on the treadmill or lift heavy weights.

Johnny was a weird case. I liked something about him. He seemed awkward but cute, and he always looked at me with sad eyes when I told him he needed to up his reps. One day, after a session, Johnny was particularly tired. His white towel was clearly damp with sweat, and he asked me jokingly, “Do you even work this hard?” “Do I?” I said, and I laughed in his face because of how cute he looked! He seemed to shy away, but I quickly redirected. “Look at this!” I slipped my left tennis shoe off and wiggled my toes. The scent was immediate. I had gone on a marathon training run that morning, and I hadn’t showered.  I knew my smelly feet drove my favorite foot lover crazy.

My favorite foot lover goes crazy for my smelly feet.

He practically started drooling. “Smell that?” I asked, and he nodded. Pathetically. I looked in his eyes while I slipped the other shoe off. Two stinky socks, hiding two stinkier feet.  “Come get closer,” I said, and with my feet planted on the ground, that meant crawling. I was curious to see if he would take the bait.

I put my hand in his hair and led him down to the ground slowly, making sure we didn’t break eye contact. Soon, he was level with my kneecap, and I directed him in the same voice I used during training: “Sniff.”

He obeyed, and he seemed to enjoy it a pathetic amount. I pressed my socks into his face and watched him inhale deeply over and over. Eventually, I reached down and took off my sock. My favorite foot lover just needed a little encouragement.

Does my favorite foot lover want more?

At the sight of my pretty painted toes, his jaw hung open, and I stuck the sweaty sock inside. Like a good pet, he clamped down on it, and held it in his mouth. He snuck glances at my toes, but I was busy looking at his sweet expression of shock and horny. I took my bare foot and pressed it against his groin, which started bulging against his pants the second he walked into the gym. His cock twitched in response to my toes, and I could feel his heartbeat through the head of his cock.

“This is good exercise, too,” I said, absentmindedly pressing down on his cock. “Exercises in obedience will make you a better client.” He seemed afraid and needed more guidance. “Say thank you.”

He mumbled something through the sock, and I giggled, pulling it from his mouth and throwing it on top of his head. I lifted my foot from his cock and put it in his mouth, fucking my toes into his mouth suddenly and putting my hands on his hair for balance. He gagged on my dirty toes, and I moaned loudly, unable to control how hot his whimpers sounded.

I took my toes out of his mouth.

For my favorite foot lover, I dropped my gym shorts, revealing my soft pussy mound. I pressed my cunt against his face, letting him sniff my bush. He eventually gained confidence to take a lick, and then another, and soon he was eating me out right in the middle of the gym. I came explosively on his face, my squirt mixing with the sweat on his neck towel and the smell of workout equipment.

Panting, I stepped away, and I saw his face dripping in my fluids. I pulled my shorts back over my wet pussy, and I took my sock off his head.

“This was a wonderful first session, Johnny. We will be pushing the limits even more next week. You’ve confessed to sensual goddess and are all mine now. Don’t be late.”

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