I met her already triumphant gaze, as she knew she’d won the moment her shoes were off and went to deny it once more, but in my peripheral I saw her hands slowly peeling the other sock away. I tried to maintain eye contact.
“I…I’m…”
As soon as I started talking she began scrunching and wriggling her toes, and I finally broke. Glancing at her huge, beautiful feet and then back to her, the words tumbled out my mouth
“I am a slut for your feet Celine, a huge slut. I want to hold them and kiss them and suck them, I want to massage them for you and pamper them. Please let me-” and I leant towards one but she moved it away, I struggled against my restraints but she kept them both out of my reach. I whimpered and gave her a desperate look, to which she responded gently:
“beg”
I needed no further persuasion
“Please let me worship your feet, they’re so fucking perfect and I’ve thought about it so often, the things I would do to please them and make you feel good. I’d do such a good job I promise please just let me worship them, I beg you.”
Celine put on a mock display of contemplation, nodded, then looked back to me
“Close your eyes and open your mouth”
I do so immediately, ready to accept her soft toes into my mouth, to suck and kiss each one, to lick between them. What came though wasn’t skin but fabric, and I opened my eyes in surprise as Celine stuffed her two moist socks into my mouth.
“Keep them in there” she commanded “If you want to taste my feet, you can suck the taste out of my socks”. Already the salty musk of her socks was dissolving into my saliva, and I sucked them like a candy to extract all of her taste.
“One day I *might* let you give me a foot rub, if you’re good. For now though I think it would be much more fun to tease you”. With this she placed her feet on my chest, and I felt their damp warmth on my body for the first time. She started to rub them up and down my body, almost giving me a massage with her feet in an ironic play on a ‘foot rub’. Slowly she got closer and closer to my aching dick, and I was petrified at a single touch of her foot on my cock would send me over, but she never touched my dick once. I could see she was enjoying it, and after a few minutes one of her hands found its way down her yoga pants to start pleasing herself, the other arm supporting her.
It was like she had forgotten about me for the moment as I sat strapped to her chair, enjoying the salty juice of her socks and the sensation of her feet on my body. Her head was tilted back, eyes closed, with quiet sighs of pleasure emanating from within. After a while she glanced my way, before tilting her head back again and rubbing her pussy faster. Her feet moved up to cover my face and I breathed in deeply. The scent was more mellow than her arms, and most of the sweat had been rubbed into my body, but I sniffed her soles like a puppy as they pressed into my face. I felt her toes curling as if trying to grip my forehead and her breathing becoming louder as I nestled my face into her. My balls were almost in pain from all of this teasing, I prayed that she would cum soon and then give me release.
Her feet left my face abruptly and I saw Celine sit up, her hair a mess and her expression ravenous. She pulled the wet socks out of my mouth and went to take off her sports bra.
“Please can I fucking cum” I begged “It aches so much”
“Shut up” she replied, cutting me off as I saw her small but ample breasts for the first time, pointed nipples crowning each one. She hooked her thumbs into the rim of her yoga pants and underwear and in one motion pulled them down. Celine stood up naked before me, my mouth agape like a man who had seen an angel.
“Aren’t I just a goddess” she said, more to herself, as she leant over, pulled the socks out of my mouth, and kissed me again. We only made out briefly, probably since my lips tasted of her sweat, before she turned around.
“You’re a good kisser John.” she purred “Now if you really love me, kiss this”. She turned around and stepped over me, bending over so her perfect ass was right in my face. I knew what was coming and needed no persuasion, as she stepped back I began licking up and down her crack, occasionally stopping to kiss her tight asshole. I was now completely attuned to the taste and smell of her sweat, no longer noticing it but still euphoric from its effects. Celine was giving cries of triumph
“Yes…show me you love me…kiss my asshole…fuck yes…kiss it so good…stick you tongue in my ass”
As she said this I felt her hands on my thighs, so close but still not touching my cock. Unsure whether she was teasing me or supporting herself, I obeyed her as I began pushing my tongue against her hole. I was in a complete delirium, she could have farted right into my mouth and I would have kept going. Her hole relaxed slowly until my tongue could enter, and I began tongue fucking Celine’s asshole. I was completely oblivious to her cries of pleasure as she pushed her ass onto me, smothering me between her warm, sweaty cheeks.
Suddenly I was dazed by a light, and realised my tongue was no longer in her ass. Confused, I looked around, and realised she had stood up. I lost all cognitive processing as Celine grabbed my hair and pulled my head down, the darkness returning as this time she straddled my face, pressing her wet sex onto it. Caught off-guard I panicked for a moment as the wet juices covered me, some going up my nose, but after a moment I recovered and started licking. Celine didn’t seem to care, I could have been inanimate as she rubbed herself onto me. Soft moans escaped her lips between rugged breaths. After tasting her armpit, feet, and ass, her pussy was the sweetest of all. I lapped at her, my jaw exhausted, not wanting this to ever stop.