Annabel waited, not breathing a word – just as he had demanded. Henry took a deep breath and crawled on all fours towards Annabel’s feet. He could see the pink nail polish on her toes and he reached out to touch the top of her right foot.
He gently stroked from top to bottom, pressing one hand against her sole. “How does she keep them so soft?” he thought to himself. He hauled himself forwards so he was facing her head-on and resting on his elbows, he started to kiss her feet.
Starting slowly, so as to not surprise or shock Annabel – after all, he had no idea whether she was used to this or not – he gradually increased the speed and intensity of his mouth movements, pressing his mouth against her toes, then her ankles, her heels and soles, all the while breathing in with his nose and rubbing her feet with his hands.
Annabel hadn’t really known what to expect. She had been initially sceptical about Henry’s request to do away with any small talk and just let him walk in and get down to business.
After setting up their meeting she had done her research. She always did. It’s what made her a good businesswoman. She knew the kinds of things that foot fetishists enjoyed and had an idea of what to expect. She’d done everything she could to make her legs and feet as attractive as possible, and judging by the sounds Henry was making as he kissed her feet she realised she’d done as much as she can.
But as Henry switched from kissing to licking, using his tongue, first lightly, as if to tease Annabel a little and then more firmly, she felt something different. Things went from being pleasant to downright pleasurable and the more Henry licked, the more excited she felt.
Reaching down with one hand, she began to lightly rub her crotch, letting out small sighs as she did so. Henry couldn’t hear her. He was too busy licking her feet for all he was worth, stroking his cock as he did so.
Annabel wondered what would come next and smiled as Henry took one foot in front of him, placing the other on his cock. She smiled and gently prodded at his hard member with her toes. Henry was by now covering her sole with French kisses, as if he was trying to bury his tongue inside her foot.
Drawing her toes up so they were level with his eyes, he jammed his tongue in between two of them and gently licked. Annabel let out a huge, very audible, sigh of delight. He might not want her to talk to him but he hadn’t said anything about sighing or groaning, had he?
This was turning Annabel on way more than she thought it would and as Henry sucked on her toes – one by one – she could not hold back. As he sucked, with one hand she massaged her clitoris, with the other she worked a finger in and out of her pussy, letting out small groans as she did so.
Henry could see exactly what was going on and it excited him. Annabel seemed to love having her toes sucked and he was happy to spend ample time, making sure each toe got plenty of attention. He rubbed his dick with her other foot, from time to time switching foot.
Annabel was really getting into this now. She’d forgotten all about what her other foot was doing and was letting Henry grasp it alongside his cock. Then he stopped.
He decided to break his own rule. “Are you going to come, Annabel?” he whispered.
“I will…just keep sucking my toes,” she gasped.
Henry felt like he could happily keep sucking them all night. Annabel threw back her head and returned to fingering herself as he clasped her feet in his hands and danced from toe to toe with his mouth, sucking – sometimes hard, sometimes gently. He had stopped working his dick now and was focused solely on Annabel’s pleasure.
Sensing that she was closing in on climax, he took both her feet and stabbed both of her big toes in his mouth, sucking hard and then manically working the gaps between each toe with his tongue.
“Oh yes,” exclaimed Annebel as this pushed her nearer and nearer to orgasm. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” she urged as she flicked her clitoris as fast as she could. With one final thrust of her fingers inside herself, she was done. “Oh!” she screamed as she climaxed, her body shaking so hard that her feet dropped out of Henry’s mouth.
She whimpered a little as she lay still, her hands placed over her private parts.
“Shit. That was unexpected,” she said, her voice breaking following her exertions.
“Just a bit,” replied Henry, who had taken hold of her feet again and was rubbing them against his cock.
“Still want to spunk all over my feet?” she asked.
“Of course.” Henry didn’t think it would take him very long. He’d thoroughly enjoyed helping Annabel to bring herself off and with her pretty feet next to his cock, he stroked firmly and quickly until he was close to the point of no return.
She knew exactly what was going on; she could feel his breathing increase and his movement step up. Part of her wanted to help him finish, either by telling him what to do or by bringing him off with her toes, but she resisted the temptation. He was supposed to be in charge, after all.
“Okay. I’m coming,” Henry announced, and almost as soon as he had done so, Annabel felt the unmistakable drizzle of warm cum all over the top of her feet. It was his turn to let out a loud sigh.
“Thanks,” he said. “That was more fun than I thought it would be,” turning to grab some tissues to let Annabel wipe herself clean.
“You’re welcome,” she replied.
A lengthy silence followed as both of them caught their breath, unsure exactly what would come next. It was Annabel who piped up first.
“Are we even now?”
Henry wasn’t sure they were completely even, but he wasn’t going to get into a debate. He would happily accept this over any formal apology.
He smiled at Annabel. “I guess we are.”
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