Worshipping my bosses’ feet (Fiction)

Goodness knows how many times I had masturbated thinking about her feet. How many times had I cum, even while watching porn, imagining myself shooting my load over her toes? Too many to think about.

Previously, when I’d helped her out by working late, or getting projects turned round on time, she’d either cooked me a meal or given me a cash bonus. Always a most accommodating boss, this time was different. I guess I’d really got her out of a hole.

“Look, I don’t know what I would have done without your help this week,” she said.

Turning to face me as I sat opposite her, she reached out and placed her hand on top of mine, her painted red nails glimmering under the fluorescent lights. This was different.

“I genuinely don’t know how to thank you,” she continued. “Do you want money?

Unbeknownst to her, as was my obsession with her legs, feet and shoes, I had become somewhat disillusioned in my job over recent months. I was considering moving on. With that in mind, I figured that I had very little to lose.

“No, but.there is something else,” I said slowly, taking time over my words and gauging her reaction.

“Look,” I continued. “There’s no easy way to say this.” By now my mind was racing. How much of my obsession should I declare? Was I about to sign my own P45

“You know how you like to wear nice shoes and that?” And that? Terrible turn of phrase. Regardless of my questionable sentence construction, she nodded, indicating that I should go on without needing to say anything.

“Well, would you let me worship your feet?” I asked.

Silence. She looked at me, then looked at the desk, withdrawing her hand and then looking back at me.

“Seriously?”

I bit my lip. I wasn’t sure which way this was going to go. I nodded my head.

“Well,” she said, playing with her blond hair as she did so, “I guess it can’t do any harm.”

She wore a frown, evidently bemused as to why I, a man young enough to be her son, wanted to get inside her shoes. Her reaction told me what I had long suspected.

She was well aware of the effect that wearing heels, sandals and showing off her legs could have on men. She had possibly guessed that I wanted her feet, but I couldn’t be sure of that. I can be pretty discreet when I want to be. Discretion went out of the window now.

I smiled. A reserved, contented smile. I was about to get what I had wanted for a long time. I stood up, and began slowly making my way round the end of the desk, ready to get down on my hands and knees and give her my best.

“This is kind of weird,” she said. “How are we doing this?”

“You just stay there, sit back and enjoy it,” I said.

“Hmmm, still not sure about that, but if keeps you on my side, then I’ll do my best.”

“I’m always on your side,” I joked. A nervous laugh, almost a giggle, emanated from her mouth as she pushed her chair back and straightened her legs. She tried to flick off her heels but I gently put my hand on her leg.

“Keep those on for the moment,” I said, softly. She nodded.

I was now sitting at her feet. On them, she was wearing a pair of white court shoes with pretty flower patterns all over them. On all fours I began by licking the top of her left foot, gently to start with as I didn’t want to shock her.

As my tongue moved around the small part of her foot that was available to me, I could feel her tensing and wiggling. I could sense she wasn’t in discomfort. The sign I needed to continue.

I moved onto her other foot, the one she had almost liberated. As I licked the top of her foot I felt an incredible sensation sweep through my body – a cocktail of excitement and fear wrapped up in sensual euphoria.

As her right foot was partially out of her shoe, I cupped my hands around her heel and firmly rubbed her heel and sole. I knew she’d appreciate that and as I worked my fingers slowly down her foot, the shoe slipped off.

I carried on slowly massaging and I heard her let out a contented sigh. Music to my ears and as I continued to knead my fingers into her beautifully soft feet I was by now fully erect. I longed to rip down my trousers, take out my cock and rub it against her toes but I knew that would have to wait.

For now, I massaged some more and drew her toes close to my mouth, licking across the top before taking her big toe and gently sucking. I love sucking toes. She let out an excited squeal as I ran my tongue up and down her digit while working my fingers up and down the underside of her foot.

I sucked a little harder, and with my other hand, worked her other foot out of her shoe. I grabbed her cute toes and gave them a squeeze before popping my index finger between her toes and gently rubbing.

I was completely lost in the moment by now.

Carefully sucking each toe on her right foot in turn while fondling her left foot as she wriggled her approval and let out the occasional, stifled moan, I was in ecstasy. I switched feet, massaging, sucking, pumping, playing.

Always very reserved and not over quick to show her true feelings, I got the impression that she didn’t really want to let me know how much she was enjoying this, but I knew.

That made me all the more determined to give her the best foot worship experience she’d ever had.

From sucking her toes I moved onto reaching with my tongue very deliberately into the gap between her toes and this seemed to take her to new level of sensation. As my tongue danced between her toes she gripped her chair firmly

“Oh. That…is…good,” she breathed out, each word as heavily emphasised as the last, finally letting herself go.

There was nothing for it. I took both of her feet and lifted them to my face and continued to lick between her toes, which she was in danger of losing control of as they wiggled feverishly.

She let out sigh after sigh, completely betraying her excitement and pleasure. I went back to sucking her toes, as much for my own pleasure as hers and to my delight that met with firm approval.

“You are so good. Wow. I wish you’d asked me before!”

I smiled. I looked up at her, all the time sucking her little toes and rolling my fingers up and down her soles.

Increasing the intensity of both my sucking and massaging, she put her face in her hands, threw back her head and let out a moan-cum-giggle. I must have been at the feet of this woman, who to me, was something of a goddess, for around half an hour.

Thinking ahead, and playing a long game, I figured that would be enough for today. I knew we had both been supremely satisfied. I slowed my sucking to a stop, softly licked her soles one last time each and placed her feet gently back into her shoes.

“Thank you,” I said as I got up from underneath her.

“Thanks, yes, er, good.” She stumbled over her words, a combination perhaps of still feeling incredible and unable to comprehend why I had stopped.

As I smiled back at her on leaving her office, I knew she would be begging me for more before too long.

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