Bringing a Junior Colleague to Heel
Ağu 4, 2022 // By:analsex // No Comment
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Sabrina twirled her pen in one hand and gazed absent-mindedly out of the window. These meetings got so dull, so quickly, she thought, particularly those held on a Friday afternoon. Nobody wants to be here. She suppressed a yawn, and took a long sip of her coffee, hoping it would give her a jolt of energy.
Wearing a pair of bright orange high-heeled slingbacks, she pushed her toes right to the bottom of her shoes, lifting her heels as she did so. There was a barely audible ‘click’ as her heels moved away from the cushioned soles of her expensive shoes.
With the toe of her left shoe, she rubbed the exposed heel of her right foot, before repeating with the other foot. It tickled slightly. As she then moved her feet together so she could rub her bare heels against one another, she started to swing slowly from side to side on her chair.
That’s when she noticed that the eyes of the man next to her weren’t fixed on the screen on which an executive was explaining a new policy. He was looking down, furtively – or at least trying to be furtive – watching this little foot tease.
I’ll give him a foot tease, Sabrina mused. Angling her legs and feet a little closer towards him, she lifted her left foot and started playfully stroking her right calf with her stiletto heel, before continuing down until she was softly stroking her heel and sole with its point.
She heard a shuffling from the seat beside her. She knew he’d carried on looking at her feet. Was he shuffling because he was getting aroused? Or just to try to avert his gaze and look at something else lest it became too obvious?
As the meeting ended, she fished out a business card and quickly scribbled on it “Finance Dept. Manager’s Office. 4.30” before handing it to her new admirer and moving quickly out of the room.
Sabrina had told him to come by at that time because she knew nobody else would be about. She allowed her finance team an early finish on Friday, aware that nothing of importance gets done in the back end of the week. She usually hung on for an hour or so to handle any incoming queries and tidy up any paperwork.
The door opened. It was him. The same guy who’d been ogling her feet earlier. His shaggy black hair bounced around his head as he leaned around.
“Come in,” she said, leaning back on one side of her chair and throwing her long legs over the end of the armrest on the other side.
Leaning back, she held one leg up straight, waggling her foot in a circular motion. “Caught you looking at these earlier,” she told him.
He smiled uncomfortably. “Suppose so,” he mumbled. “Not much else to look at, was there?”
She smiled back. “I notice these things,” she added. “So, you like feet, huh?”
Sabrina wasn’t getting much out of him but pressed on ostim escort regardless. She was, after all, part of the senior management team so was used to people being cautious and reserved with her.
“So, would you say you have a foot fetish?”
Perfect, she thought. “Good,” she purred, smiling wickedly.
Sabrina did not fit the stereotype of a boring, stuffy accountant with nothing but a head for figures. Far from it, in fact. She was sexually adventurous and up for trying pretty much anything. Just two nights ago she’d tried anal sex with her husband, Nigel, for the first time – and absolutely loved it.
Earlier in the month, she’d hooked up with an ex-colleague to enjoy her first lesbian experience while on a business away-day. That had been great fun, too – exhausting, as the orgasms kept coming – but fun.
Although married, both Sabrina and Nigel had high sex drives and had agreed that they could each indulge themselves with others, particularly as both often worked away from home. The deal was that they were open about who they were seeing, and penetrative sex was reserved for their own sexy time.
She had always been amused by how she could gain the attention of men by suggestively wiggling her feet or showing off a bit of heel, maybe even some sole, while wearing a sexy pair of shoes.
She enjoyed it when her husband Nigel sucked her toes while she lay on her back being pounded by his big dick, usually while he squeezed her tits at the same time. Not that her colleague was getting anywhere near her toes today, though.
“Okay, young man. I’ve got a challenge for you.” She smiled at the twentysomething who stood before her, nervously clasping and unclasping his hands. Let’s see how much of a foot fetish he really has, she thought.
“I’m going to sit here,” she said, pointing at her luxury office chair. “Do whatever you want to get yourself off…but I’m not taking off my shoes!”
“Okay,” he said. Challenge accepted.
She hadn’t even asked her colleague’s name but that suited Sabrina. She didn’t need to get too emotionally involved. As he positioned himself at her feet, she closed her eyes, murmuring her approval as he ran his fingers down her calves, jamming one under each of her soles.
“Are you sure nobody will come in?”
“Pretty sure. Everyone in the department’s gone home. If they do, just scrabble around by my computer, and pretend you’re fixing something if anyone sees you. Please just relax.” Sabrina smiled at him, doing her best to reassure him that nothing bad was going to come of this liaison.
He looked up at her as she flicked her long strawberry blonde hair back with one hand. “Okay,” he murmured, taking hold of her feet again.
Sabrina could sense he wasn’t quite sure of his next move. “Do you ankara otele gelen escort want me to sit in a different way?” she asked.
“No, this is fine,” he replied, having worked out an angle at which he could park himself and reach up with his head to get close enough to her heels to lick them. As he did so, Sabrina shuddered.
“I like that,” she told him, in her most reassuring voice. She was half-lying. It was alright, but on its own it wasn’t doing that much for her. While she loved the feeling of having someone at her feet, worshipping the only part of her body she was allowing him access to, it wasn’t yet turning her on.
“Yes,” she continued. “Keep licking my silky-smooth heels.” She loved to talk dirty and could think of nothing worse than quiet or silent sex. Her colleague had his mouth wrapped around the back of her foot, so it was down to her to keep talking.
“Suck on that heel!” She’d noticed the young man was fiddling with his zip and liberating his cock from his trousers. “Yes! Get your cock out! Do my feet make you hard?”
He nodded, eyes closed as he stroked his dick with one hand and sucked her heel, just as she’d ordered.
Sabrina giggled. She’d just copped a glance at what he was holding: barely three inches of pasty white erect cock. “Oh dear,” she cooed. “You weren’t blessed in that department, were you?”
There was no reply. He just kept on licking and massaging her heels. I wonder what it’s like being fucked by a dick that small, she thought. She wasn’t interested in finding out though, but it made her feel thankful for the enjoyment her husband’s big prick gave her on a regular basis.
She reached for her phone, opening a gallery of raunchy photos that she had taken of Nigel’s dick. There it was, that most magnificent fucksword – long, thick, and smooth. How she longed for it to be inside her right now!
Just the sight of it had her tingling and she reached down with one hand to finger herself, allowing herself a few minutes to fantasise about what Nigel would do to her when they next got down to business.
“Hey! Come here!” Flustered, he stood up and ambled over to her, trousers by his knees with his little cock poking out at her. She turned the phone so he could see the picture. “That’s the sort of dick I get on a regular basis.”
As she spoke, she started rubbing his cock rhythmically. “But as this is all I have now, it’ll have to do,” she sighed. “Do you like how that feels, my hand working your dick?” She smiled again as he nodded his approval.
She continued her near-constant stream of commentary, speaking slowly, carefully enunciating each word, as he returned his tongue to her heel and carried on licking while she wanked. “Only men with big dicks get to suck my toes. Bet you wish you could ankara rus escort suck them, don’t you? Bet you’re fantasising about how good my feet would taste, huh?”
She remembered she’d taken a picture of her feet following a recent pedicure. They showed off her shapely toes, freshly painted with bright red nail polish. She held her phone close to his face so he could see. “But you can’t have them. My heels and a hand job are all you get, young man!”
Sabrina was getting bored of rubbing his dick but was also pretty sure he would come before too long in any case. “I think you can fuck my heels now. Your little dick should fit beautifully between my heels and my shoes.”
She stood up, leaned forward over her desk, and lifted one leg, extending it out to her right and balancing it on the corner of her desk, stretching her pussy and allowing her colleague plenty of room to kneel behind her. “Jam your cock in there,” she purred. “That’s it,” she exclaimed as she felt his dick settling underneath her heel, placing a couple of fingers inside her pussy.
“Now, you are going to come for me, aren’t you?” It seemed as if to him, that meant he had to come right at that moment as without warning, he started thrusting backwards and forwards. “Oh! Yeah, fuck my heels. Fuck ’em good!” she squealed.
She could feel the tip of his cock touching the sole of her foot. It was a pleasant sensation, one heightened as she continued to masturbate while looking flicking through the pictures and occasional video of her husband’s dick on her phone.
This was something new – remote cuckolding perhaps, she thought. But how good would it to be to have somebody else worship her feet while her husband boned her senseless? I wonder if this chap would be up for that. The thought of it was turning her on more and more as her colleague’s dick continued to rub against her foot.
Before long, the tell-tale sign that he was about to blow his load arrived; Sabrina felt his grip on her calves tighten and he could hear his breathing quicken. “Ooh,” she groaned, “Spunk for me!” He’d taken his humiliation rather well, she thought. She was impressed that he’d carried on performing despite her comments about his limited assets and really was enjoying her feet.
“Yeah, is it coming? You ready?”
“Yes,” he gasped, and with another few thrusts, he was done. Sabrina felt his grip loosen and his dick disappear from underneath her heel, replaced by warm, sticky cum. Flinching as it touched the bottom of her foot, she put her phone down and pulled her knickers up.
“Very good,” she said. “Mission accomplished. I’m impressed. I knew you liked feet, but I wasn’t sure you liked them that much.”
“Well, thanks,” he offered. “I guess I’d best be going.”
Sabrina handed him a tissue with which to tidy himself up before sending him on his way. “See you,” she added as he went to open the door. As he turned back to reciprocate, she drew her cum-glazed foot out of her shoe and extended it over her desk, pointing her foot at him and wiggling her toes suggestively.
One last little tease to say goodbye.
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