My little apartment, 20 minutes outside Las Vegas, started to feel a bit too confining one Thursday night. On these warm desert nights, staying at home just doesn’t sound like much fun.
I still love visiting the strip, soaking up its deliciously hedonistic energy. I watch the bachelor and bachelorette parties, the business men and club hoppers, each of them in pursuit of their own brand of pleasure. There is a strange combination of luxury and chaos that exists only on the strip, and sometimes I crave it.
Feeling mischievous and a little horny, I put on a thin tank top and my black pleated miniskirt. Assessing my outfit in the mirror, I slip off the thong I had on underneath, tossing it aside. I can feel myself getting wet as I wonder who might catch a glimpse underneath my short skirt. For the final touch, I put on my strappy black sandals with the 3 inch heels. I love the way the leather wraps around my ankles, feeling a little like restraints. My feet arch dramatically in these, a thin leather strap holding my toes in place.
I have my Uber drop me off at The Venetian and make my way to the shops inside. I feel eyes on me as I move through the casino, my cheeks reddening as I feel the air moving on my bare pussy.
I head into the Louboutin store to try on shoes I can’t afford, modeling them in the store’s full length mirrors and snapping photos of my favorite ones. I’m lost in my own little world, unaware of the handsome man in the navy suit nearby whose eyes follow my every movement. I gingerly slip my feet into a pair of patent leather sandals but fumble with the delicate ankle straps.
“Those are stunning on you,” the suited man says, now standing over me as I sit on the store bench. “Need a hand?” He smiles.
I look up at him, admiring his handsome dark features for a moment before I smile and nod shyly. “I don’t know why I can’t get this strap,” I blush.
The man immediately gets on one knee directly in front of me, putting him at eye level with my skirt. His soft, strong hands steady my foot, gripping my ankle as he effortlessly buckles the strap. My pussy throbs with desire as he takes his time with each foot.
His looks up at me and says, “I hope you’re getting these.”
“I still have a few to try on,” I say, trying to sound casual. “Maybe you could help me put those on too?”
With a devilish grin, the man says, “I would love to. My name is Enzo by the way.”
“Nice to meet you! I’m Alessia,” I respond. “What do you think of these?” I hold up a pair of see-through mesh pumps decorated with Swarovski crystals. They’re so Vegas.
“Oh, I like those,” Enzo says, taking them from my hands. He places them aside as he removes the shoes I’m currently wearing. The tension is driving me wild as Enzo caresses my legs and feet, removing one pair and replacing them with the other. Feeling bold, I spread my knees just enough for him to see I’m not wearing panties.
Enzo grips my ankles and looks up at me and says, “Alessia, you are exquisite. Would you like to join me in my room upstairs?” I nod enthusiastically.
“So, which ones are you getting? He asks, his voice low and sexy.
“Well, I’m a little embarrassed to say I can’t afford any of them. I just like to try them on,” I admit.
“I see,” Enzo replies. He steps closer to me, eyes locked on mine and tells me, “I would very much like you to continue to model these for me. if that interests you, I’ll gladly buy you all three pairs. What do you say, Miss Alessia?”
“Um, yes, I’d like to keep modeling them for you,” I reply, trying to hide how turned on I am. “Are you sure though? That’s so generous…”
“I’m very sure. Now let’s go check out and continue this in private.” Enzo winks.
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Upstairs, Enzo takes off his suit jacket and rolls up his sleeves, exposing his sexy forearms. “Why don’t you have a seat in that velvet armchair, Miss Alessia,” he offers as he makes us drinks.
I sit in the chair and cross my legs, watching Enzo and imagining what he’ll do to me. I’m getting so worked up, I hope I don’t leave a wet spot on the chair.
He comes over and sits in the chair next to mine, reaching over to stroke my thigh. “Your feet are perfect,” Enzo says. “And those legs…I want to do very bad things to you, Alessia.”
“I…I’d like you to do bad things to me, Enzo,” I respond, my voice breathy.
Enzo positions himself in front of me, on his knees like he was in the store. He kisses my toes, then makes his way up my legs planting soft kisses as he goes. He un-crosses my legs, spreading them wide. He kisses my inner thighs as I squirm beneath him, moving closer and closer to my wet slit.
“You’ve got such a pretty pussy,” Enzo says, admiring it. Suddenly, he slides his arms under my legs, gripping me by my thighs. He shoots me a dark smile before devouring my dripping wet pussy. He licks me up and down, swirls his tongue over my clit and thrusts it into my tight entrance.
I moan and squirm as Enzo tightens his grip on my thighs, his tongue relentlessly working me. My hips grind into his face as he slips a finger inside me, my moans growing louder. Soon my walls tighten around his finger and tongue as an orgasm crashes over me. As it recedes, Enzo licks my juices off of his finger, and growls, “Good girl.” I whimper in response, my vagina still pulsating.
Enzo runs his hands down my legs and carefully removes my shoes. Looking me in the eyes, he licks the bottom of my foot, sending a shiver up my spine. He works his tongue over my toes, sucking on each one. I’ve never had my feet worshipped before, and I like it. Enzo licks and sucks my other foot, and then grabs the Louboutin sandals he bought me.
He straps my feet into them, then asks me to walk around in them. I walk slowly and sensually, watching him watch me. Enzo pulls out his phone and snaps a few photos of my feet as I pose for him. I get on the bed face down, kicking my feet up with my ass peeking out from under my skirt. “You’re a goddess, Miss Alessia,” Enzo praises me.
I tell Enzo to take his clothes off, then pull him onto the bed. I ask him to take the sandals off of my feet and lick the soles. He does and I squirm and giggle as his tongue tickles me. Once they’re nice and wet, I gently rub his hard dick with them. He moans, leaning back and watching as I slide my feet up and down his shaft, my tits bouncing as I maneuver my body. I go slow at first, then pick up speed as I bring Enzo closer to the edge.
“Are you gonna cum on my pretty little toes, baby?” I ask, breathing heavy as I work my feet around his cock.
“Yes please, Miss Alessi, your beautiful feet feel so good.” He moans in return. I’m sliding my feet up and down hard and fast now, squeezing with my toes. Enzo grunts as his dick erupts, dripping his hot cum all over my feet and in between my toes.
He grabs a fresh towel and carefully wipes his cum off of my feet. Then, I model the other shoes as Enzo snaps pictures. Feeling safer now, I strip naked, telling Enzo to pose me as he wishes. Him directing me as I wear nothing but Louboutins is so hot.
When we’re done, I’m exhausted. Enzo draws me a bath, scoops me up in his arms, and lowers me into the deliciously warm water. I soak for a while, and when I’m ready to get out, Enzo lifts me out and wraps me in a towel.
He carries me to bed where I drift off to sleep in his arms, my whole body still tingling.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/tg0wrc/my_first_time_having_my_feet_worshipped_fm