(Part 2 of the series, part 3 is coming soon. If you havent read it I suggest reading [part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/eyzk19/emma_stones_freeuse_feet_for_public_funding_mf/). Lots of intense foot fetish and voyeuristic themes so not everybody’s cup of tea. Feedback and suggestions always welcome)
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It didn’t take long for Roger to cum once Emma started working his swollen shaft with her pale, creamy soles. It never did. She had a wonderful way of softly pressing his shaft between her gorgeously high arches, squeezing him **just** tight enough as she reluctantly pumped her feet up and down his length.
And it was largely due to this that Roger put such an emphasis on Emma having to use her toes all the time. Roger delighted at those 10 slender, picture-perfect toes; no matter how apprehensive Emma was in complying, they were always clumsily obedient to his every order. Tapping, poking, squeezing, wriggling, stroking…
Her toes were utterly heavenly in every possible way – but they were *foreplay*. They couldn’t envelope his cock like a warm wet pussy, but her soles and arches absolutely could. And so he purposefully kept Emma awake as 10, 20, 30 minutes came and went on the blinking clock face as the squeezing, prodding and stroking foreplay continued. Before finally…
“*Milk me… Milk me… Milk me*”, finally Roger panted the command, his voice growing louder and more urgent each time, allowing Emma to finally use her feet to fuck his cock properly.
And as expected, it wasn’t long before he felt his balls beginning to spasm.
“Roll over-“, Roger grunts.
Emma is slow to respond. The clock now reads 04:41 and she has barely slept a wink. Her abs are burning, her legs are burning, she feels as though her feet might cramp up at any moment after the prolonged and intricate footjob she’s been forced to give.
“Fucking roll OVER!”, Roger shakily, jerkily massages his cock as he tries to control his breathing. He’s sniffing deeply at a pair of Emma’s panties which he took from her dirty laundry basket.
She is also still intermittently sniffing the pungent, sweaty, cum-filled gym sock which he gave her earlier. She presses it to her nose as she dejectedly but obediently rolls over onto her stomach, peering over her shoulder in order to guide her exposed soles to Roger’s cock.
“P-play with my balls – wi- with your toes”, he blurts, stumbling over his words in frantic determination as he slaps his heavy erect cock down onto the gorgeously pale, soft landing strips which Emma’s feet have provided him. He wants this to be perfect.
As she begins to curl and wriggle her toes up into Roger’s heavy balls, he feels the orgasm finally take over, tipping him well and truly over the edge.
“ffuuUUUUUCCCK”, he moans as his balls spasm. Hot, thick cum squirts from his engorged cock like a fire hydrant; rope after thick rope of cum fall heavily across Emma’s soles as he jerkily and passionately grinds his cock against her.
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Finally… finally I can sleep. Emma thinks to herself as the last ropes of cum fall lightly onto her soles. She shoots a nervous look at the clock, cringing at how quickly the numbers are blinking towards her alarm.
With her face pressed into the pillow, she’s barely awake as Roger finishes up with her feet. He milks the last residual cum from his shaft, rubbing and smearing it over her bare soles, painting some onto her ankles and toes for good measure.
Finally she feels the familiar sensation of Roger mopping her feet clean. He uses her socks or panties mostly, often laying out whatever cum-sodden footwear he’s used to clean for her to wear tomorrow.
But just as she feels sleep finally beginning to cradle her as she passes out face first on her bed, she hears something less typical of Roger after a powerful orgasm – a new request.
“can i see your pussy”, it’s almost too quiet to hear.
“hmm?”, Emma moans, too tired to really register the request.
“Can I – can I see your pussy?”, this request rouses Emma to her senses a little more. Not because of the content of the request, but because of the tone of voice.
She’s used to being ordered around; being treated like a human sex-toy for her feet. Scolded and humiliated. But this request is timid, almost shy.
“No?! You know it’s only my feet, Roger-“, Emma protests, raising her face ever so slightly from the pillow to respond to Roger who is still kneeled on the bed behind her, her legs between his.
“Trying to use anything else is illegal and you know that”, Emma adds, the concern plain to hear in her voice. She reaches her hands down and self-consciously adjusts her loose pyjama hot-pants.
Roger rustles on the bed behind her, softly placing his hand onto Emma’s bare leg, sliding his hand along until it reaches her ankle, where it gently but firmly fastens.
“I want to see it and touch it…”, he starts, talking slowly and purposefully.
“…And you want to go to sleep – you don’t want to be *tickled all night long*…”, Emma can feel the soft hints and impressions of Roger’s fingers as they begin to glance and softly stroke at her sensitive bare sole…
Emma feels her breathing quicken into the pillow. Her muscles begin to tense as she desperately holds back a ticklish squeal.
Roger senses her sudden arousal, and begins to ramp up his tickling to meet her resistance.
“Take them off. Show me. Let me… Please Emma”, Roger’s voice is serious and calm. Solemn, even.
His tickling ramps up quicker than Emma can handle. Within moments she is squirming, jerking from side to side, squealing in utter agony. Her severe sleep deprivation coupled with the torturous sensory overload sends her into a fit of what seems to be simultaneously hysterical laughter and defeated sobbing.
“N-no pl – uh ah aaaEEEK – pleAAASE!”, Emma violently jerks from side to side on the bed, squealing and writhing as her broken spirited, sleep-deprived mind tries to hold out.
“oKAY! OKAY! OKAY!”, Emma sobs hysterically, breaking even sooner than Roger had hoped for. She desperately brings her flailing arms to her hips as Roger continues to tickle her poor sleepy sensitive sole; hooking her thumbs into the elastic waistband of her pyjama bottoms and shamefully pulling them down to around her knees.
Roger’s eyes light up as he stares in awe at the two gorgeous holes that have been newly revealed to him, as he strokes his spent, flaccid cock…
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