Beautiful cindy with wonderful feet and legs in ultrasheer, transparent pantyhose.

“I think I deserve to have my bare feet kissed while you beg me to get a peek at my panties,” said Lily as she crossed her legs and presented her sexy bare foot to my face. Her short, short dress failed to reveal even a glimpse of her panties as she made that move.

“There is some dirt on my feet.” As she said this she lifted them up to look at the bottom of her soft soles and then stuck them out as if to show me. They were dirty on the bottom. There was an accumulation of dirt on the balls of her foot and a little bit on the heels. “I think that you should show me how much you adore me. I want you to use your tongue to lick my feet clean,” she said as she confidently flipped her pretty hair back with her hand.

Your girlfriend, Alanna has been waiting for you. She knows that you love the taste of her feet after she has been walking in her leather sandals. She is willing to take advantage of your foot fetish to make you kneel down and adore her feet, while she gets the pleasure of a nice mouth massage on her soft, bare soles.

You cannot wait, as she indulges your foot fetish by flexing her arches before your eyes, and then teasingly drawing her foot back, just out of reach. She playfully foot slaps your face and then plops her entire foot as far into your willing mouth as far as she can, while laughing at your throbbing reaction to her teasing way.

Carola had been walking around her place in socks that are so tight that they clung to all of the curves of her highly arched feet, which were hot and moist from having just slipped off her sneakers.
I had been pleading with her to slip off her socks so that I could kiss her bare feet, but she told me to finish the chores she gave me to do, like cleaning the floors and vacuuming.
“My socks are dirty, so that means you have to do a better job on the floors, after all, you wouldn’t want my bare feet to get dirty WOULD you? You KNOW I would have you clean my feet with only your tongue, maybe EVEN while my girlfriend comes over to watch so she can have a good laugh!,” she said as she picked up her socked foot and examined the dirt stains on the soles.
I almost felt dizzy as she arched her foot, and then coyly pointed her size 8.5 feet at the mop bucket. “Get to work, NOW!”
I had been gazing intently at her cute feet, still encased in socks.
“Business before pleasure,” she teased in that seductive way that she knows makes me so highly aroused that I can barely even concentrate.
“After you are done working, I may even let you sniff my bare toes and suck them, for a little while, so you better do a good job for your rewards,” she said laughing, “I know you can’t WAIT to taste my feet, can you?”

I was mesmerized as she coyly seduced me with her high arches and long, sexy toes. Flexing her feet and then curling them up on the leather seat, so I could admire her buttocks, she seductively slid back to relax as I knelt at attention before Princess Carla, awaiting her command.

Slowly she raised her feet above my head, teasingly just out of reach, so that I had to strain to adore them. Then she flipped her long black hair back with her hands and gave me that superior look.

“Suck my toes and lick slowly from my heels to my toes. And I want you to gently bite my heels, like I have trained you to do,” said Princess Carla in her haughty, domineering way, as she displayed her one foot before my face. I gazed at her long, curved arches and almost drooled at the thought of actually being allowed to be near her royal feet. Not many servants in the palace got to even go into her chambers and here I was, her personal servant, a position many would love to have.

I reached over, picked her sexy size 9 foot up in my trembling hands, as I was so excited by her superior ways. I obediently moved my tongue along the bottoms of her soft, feminine soles, tracing the creases and wrinkles, slowing licking the warm scents and taste. I used my mouth to soften the callouses and dry areas of her soles, as she relaxed and seductively gazed at my efforts.

“Smell my feet, you little pervert. I want them to be the ONLY thing you smell,” Noelle said condescendingly. “AND don’t touch my feet with your hands!”

I only moaned in return. I don’t know how long she kept me on the floor with her feet covering my face, but I couldn’t get enough. The soft texture of the nylons mixed with her sweat continued to make me ache. I desperately wanted to touch her highly arched feet but I didn’t want to disobey the young goddess dominating me.

After what seemed like a good hour, she had enough of me being her footstool.

“You’ve been such a good little foot boy,” she teased me as she talked. “I think you have earned the right to worship my feet with only your tongue now.”