Annual Checkup
The doorbell rang, "damn" she thought, hobbling to answer it. She had spacers between her toes on her left foot, and a bottle of salmon pink nail varnish in her hand, the top of which was open, the brush sitting loosely on top. Fortunately the paint had yet to be applied to her beautifully prepared nails. "Gas" said the man who was stood on her doorstep. She looked at him blankly, "gas service" he reminded her, "check your boiler and radiators are all set for the winter." She suddenly became animated, "oh yes yes!" she exclaimed, "come in". She showed him the boiler and confirmed there were radiators in each room. "I'll let you get back to your, um nails" he said, casting an eye down to her pretty little feet. She blushed, "um thanks, I'm in there if you need anything"' gesturing to a closed door behind her.
She hobbled back in to the room, sat on the deep pile white rug she loved so much and looked at her toes. She grimaced, there was white fluff everywhere. Grabbing cotton wool and a small saucer of clean water, she busied herself washing her toes again to remove the fluff. Once clean she carefully, expertly brushed on the pinky orange paint. It claimed to be a one coat varnish, but she found that invariably two were needed, this, however seemed to sit quite well with one coat.
She wiggled her toes once complete and the spacers removed. Surveying her handiwork with pride. Mmm, quite like that colour she thought. She knew better than to get up, white fluff has a tendency to stick to varnish. So she settled back on her beanbag, turned on her music and proceeded to close her eyes and drift away.
The door handle turned, pulling her from her reverie. She failed to notice that her robe belt had loosened and you had a clear glimpse of the curve of her breast and the white satin and lace underpants she wore. The engineer peeks round the door, "all done but in here" he announced. She blinked at him, collecting her thoughts, beckoning him in with a nod of her head. He slipped through the door carrying his toolcase, "everything O.K?" She asked dreamily, drifting off as his monotone voice said something about radiators and bleeding and, well she wasn't really listening.
In her dream she was at a spa, the room was bright white and sunny, with tropical plants filling every corner. The handsome masseuse was dressed in just a short white towel, muscled and bronzed, she sighed as he started expertly manipulating her feet, surprised at how relaxing, but arousing his strong hands felt. She felt a warm wetness around her big toe and opened her eyes to see the engineer licking and sucking her toe. She didn't recoil, allowing him to suck her toes, sliding her hand between her legs and toyed with her clit as she watched. He moved onto her second foot, caressing each toe with his tongue, she rubbed faster, closing her eyes to see the muscled masseuse naked and proud, ready to seduce her, crawling over her to get ready to enter her. Glancing dreamily through her eyes again the engineer was now stroking a huge erection, she bit her lip, bring her free foot to his hard rod, she slid her foot up and down it, he took three sharp staccato breaths in response.
Encouraged, she forgot about her fantasy and brought both feet together around his throbbing member, allowing him to stimulate fucking between her feet. He was grunting as he moved himself, face contorted with deep concentration and ecstasy. "Are you going to cum on my toes you slut?" It was instinctive, she didn't know him but somehow knew he was a slut when it came to pretty feet. "Cum on my toes and suck it off you little whore" she almost sang mockingly. "Yes Miss" he grunted, "thank you Miss". She squeezed his cock hard between the balls of her feet causing him to move faster, stroke harder. "Ohhh, my little foot whore likes pain does she?" He grunted again moving faster still, oh Miss please may I?" She nodded and he yelled as he splurged cum all over her feet. She laughed raucously, gesturing that it should be cleaned up, which he settled to do quickly, lapping with his tongue. "Now, you're going to call in sick, you hear me, because I have plans for you this afternoon!" He nodded his reply.
Amaranth
31st March 2013
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