So, I’m going around the office, mid-afternoon, trying to chase down a bad network cable. I notice that Karina’s office is empty, so I duck in there to see if she’s kicked a cable out of its socket again. I’m slightly relieved that she’s elsewhere – I find her *very* attractive, way out of my league, and I’m always rather tongue-tied around her. A good shorthand comparison would be Annie Clarke – athletic, leggy, blonde and fiercely intelligent. She politely ignores my existence, like most people do with IT geeks.
Her office only has room for two desks, hers and Marissa’s, placed back to back. I clamber underneath to look for the cables, which are naturally tangled up all to hell. Just as I find a candidate plug and start to wonder which socket it came from, I hear her walk into the office, chatting on her cellphone. I almost bang my head on the underside of the desk, and start to blush deeply as I realise what a position I’m in – she clearly hasn’t seen me. I want to speak up – what would I say? – but it’s too late, she’s sat in her chair and swivelled her legs under the desk, still talking. Something stops me from interrupting her, as the conversation is sounding a little bit intimate; I don’t doubt her boyfriend is some ultra-stud who doesn’t lurk under womens’ desks.
In the meantime, I’m confronted with her rather lovely legs. She’s wearing a conservative skirt with sheer black nylons and high-heeled pumps. I can’t see up her skirt, although if I were discovered, I’d never be able to make anyone believe that, but I’m so close to her shapely calves that I can see the fine texture of her hosiery. I have something of a fetish for feet and legs, and seeing the light wrap softly around the curve of her shin, diffracted through the barely-black nylon, is a heart-stopping moment – it’s so much more three-dimensional than mere porn. At the same moment, though, my heart is also racing – she finally hangs up, but immediately picks up her office phone and makes another call. Embarrassment makes me a statue – its far, far to late to talk myself out of this; I can only hope she leaves the office again soon, so I can escape.
However, her latest conversation is also taking a long time. She seems to be talking to one of the sales reps, but has quickly gone past sales figures to discussing her own figure, particularly how his hands felt on it at the last sales conference, and what she’ll wrap it in at the next one. She runs one calf with the instep of the other foot; the tiny, intimate rasp of nylon on nylon is like catnip to me, and I start to register the slightly chemical smell of clean stocking material at blood temperature in the confined space under the desk. The shoe she’s using slips off her heel, and for a precious, hypnotic moment it’s dangling from her toe, revealing the whole sensuous arch of her sole from ball to heel. I realise that, despite the ludicrous situation and uncomfortable position, my cock is hardening.
She abruptly reaches down to scratch an itch on the exposed arch of her foot – I can’t breathe, her eyes must be inches from seeing me holed up like the most abject pervert, but I still wish that it were my hands tracing a path over her foot. The idea of running my tongue along that arch, however remote, is intensely erotic, and I can almost feel the dry, slightly abrasive texture of her hose on the tip of my tongue.
She finally finishes the phone call, and leans back a little in her chair, fortunately not enough to see me. She kicks off her shoes, instinctively leaving them neatly paired to one side. My hand is on the floor next to them – my mind flashes to a fantasy of Karina as a dominatrix, trampling my body with those narrow heels, digging them into my flesh as my pain becomes her pleasure. This is a mistake – it’s resulting in real pain; my cock is bent in half in my underwear, and it’s not getting softer. Is she going to leave? Do I dare move? Do I dare lick the smooth, patent leather of her shoes?
Abruptly, she scoots her chair forward, crossing one smooth, powerful leg over the other as she pulls the keyboard towards her. I freeze again – her toes are barely an inch from my nose. Cross-eyed, I can see the quality of her pedicure through the thin, sheer nylon, and it’s admirable, every nail neatly trimmed and painted a deep, hot red. I can’t help imagining taking each toe into my mouth in turn and worshipping it with my tongue. The scent of her hose is intoxicating me. Furtively, I shift position to free up a hand. I know that if I touched her foot, I would probably be kicked in the face and sacked in quick succession, so, using the desperate logic of the horny male, I very quietly unzip my pants to re-arrange my agonised cock, hoping to appease it without being discovered.
This is a gross mistake. Quite naturally, my cock responds like a champion, stretching and swelling without being asked. It knows it’s near the feet of a beautiful goddess, and leaves the ghastly, humiliating circumstances for my brain to worry about.
Now I’m truly stuck. I could maybe have talked my way out of this situation before, but with an erection in my hand, it’s impossible. I feel pre-cum leaking from my cock – I don’t think I can just pack my erection away without staining my pants, and it doesn’t seem to be going away. Something about the humiliation I face and the inescapable but intensely fetishistic scenario is turning me on.
“Hi!” Karina says brightly. Another heart attack. Has she seen me, is she teasing me? I hear another voice; it’s Liz, Karina’s supervisor, a tall, slim brunette in her early 40’s, with enough poise and character to still do part-time modelling for high-end evening wear. I groan internally – of all of the people in the office who could be part of my humiliation, it would have to be the one I most crush on. Liz wears a lot of sleeveless, fitted dresses around the office to show off the results of a lot of gym time, and has an expensive shoe habit to go with it. I hear a creak – she’s sat on the edge of the desk, her finely-muscled ass barely eight inches above my head, and her feet are dangling next to Karina’s legs. Her legs are bare, smoothly shaved, and she wears cork-soled wedges that throw her feet into a sculptural form. I can see that her nails are painted a sparkly metallic purple; I realise that the swollen glans of my cock is somewhere between that colour and the red of Karina’s. I also realise that there’s no use pretending that I’m trying to placate my cock – I’m gently stroking it. I haven’t been listening to their conversation, but they suddenly burst into laughter, with the carefree musicality of the very beautiful. I turn a shade redder as I imagine them laughing at me, Karina cruelly taunting my modest cock as Liz instructs me to push it between the sole of her foot and her shoe, making me fuck her shoe as an act of submission and humiliation, ready to crush it like a worm at the moment of orgasm.
My fantasies are getting out of hand now, but my cock is well *in* hand – I’m stroking it properly now, lust dulling the part of my brain that is asking how I expect to resolve this situation. I’m resigned to staying here until either I’m discovered, or everyone goes home. I hear a third voice – “Have either of you seen <bashful>?”. I imagine Liz responding – “Yes, he’s jerking off to Karina’s feet under the desk. Can you go and get someone from security?” Could my erection survive even that? In my mind’s eye, somehow, I am paraded naked through the office by our Amazonian, blonde security guard, Anna, who somehow has the authority to handcuff me, while all of my co-workers have become very attractive women who take a moment to cast a critical eye over me…
I realise that this can’t go on. Liz is leaning over to look at a spreadsheet, and Karina’s foot is closer than ever to my face. I look around the tiny, cluttered space that I’m in, searching for ideas. Behind me, under Marissa’s desk, I find a solution. Marissa is Karina’s intern, a bright nineteen-year-old of interestingly mixed race and with an eye-catching line in breathtakingly tight slacks. She has left a pair of sneakers under her desk from a lunchtime power-walk, and out of one of them peeks a clean, white cotton athletic sock. I carefully extract it and bring it to me – pausing, I admit, to give it a sniff, which does nothing to dampen my erection. I roll the sock over my cock in the time-honoured manner, like a vastly limp white condom, and I feel a bizarre sensation of freedom, as though I see the light at the end of the tunnel. What I actually see is four delightful and unsuspecting female feet as I mount my assault on the summit. The white cotton feels very good on my sensitive glans, and the hem rubs freely on my balls. I want to cum, but the change in sensation has pushed me back a little.
Karina slips her feet back into her shoes – again, I’m amazed that she doesn’t look down far enough to see me – and the sight of each one is like a shapely nylon-clad penis find it’s home in a receptive vagina. She swivels to one side, and I hope she’s getting up, but she’s just leaning back to talk to Liz, and she crosses her legs. I suddenly know that I want to place the head of my cock on the floor and have Karina step on it. I want Liz to make me crouch on all fours and kick my pathetic balls. I want to lick their feet like a dog. I know that I want be a slave to their feet, and I know that I’m cumming, orgasming into a stolen sock in the most degraded way possible, and that it’s all I can do to keep silent and not hit the desk in any way. My humiliation at my own perversion flushes through my brain like a breaking wave, flows down my spine and out of my cock. My load pools disgustingly in the cotton – no goddess could be interested in my filth, I know, instinctively. My back and arm are suddenly cramped and sore. As the orgasm subsides, I desperately try to contain the wad of seed I’ve just spend and wipe it off my cock. I ball the sock up. I don’t know whether to pocket it or hide it back in Marissa’s sneaker. I will have time to think about this, while I wait for Karina and Liz to leave, and for the lights to go off.
I can’t wait to do this again.
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