I was very excited for tonight’s customer, since we shared a common kink. He had a foot fetish, and I loved guys who were into feet. Before the meeting, he asked for my shoe size, and I was wondering what he had planned. We were supposed to meet at the hotel at 9, which gave me just enough time to do a little spa and pedicure. I arrived 10 minutes early, fixed my hair and makeup in a little pocket mirror, and knocked on the door. He took some time to get to me, but once he opened the door and smiled, I forgot all about this. He just looked so genuinely happy to see me. I had to smile too.
“Hello,” I greeted him first.
“Hi, beautiful,” he responded, opening the door wider for me.
I thanked him and entered the room. It was quite dark inside, which surprised me. I knew it was late, but shouldn’t that be electricity? When I walked in further, I immediately noticed the reason. Apparently, my new client was quite a romantic and decided to light candles instead of using normal lights. It’s not that I mind it. I actually like that it was just a bizarre occurrence. After all, not many men try this hard for a professional escort.
“Do you like it?” he asked, making me jump, I didn’t even notice he was standing right behind me.
“Actually, yes. It sets the mood,” I giggled and turned around to face him.
His hand confidently landed on my hip, so I moved closer to him.
“And what are you in the mood for?” he asked in a low voice.
“Mmmm baby,” I moaned, pressing my body to his side, my lips touching his jaw with every word, “For you, I can be in the mood for anything.”
“Good to hear that,” he said, still maintaining that sexy, low voice, and bowed his head, so that his lips were at the same level as mine, “I have a gift for you.”
“You didn’t have to,” I smiled and connected our lips.
The kiss was slow at first, but it quickly turned passionate, although I would love for it to last longer. He was the one that turned away first.
“Come on, I want you to try on your gift,” he said, his eyes sparkling with desire.
I nodded obediently, I also was curious what he had got me.
He walked up to the bed and took a big box from it, I only now noticed it. It was black with a violent pink bow, pretty naughty style, if you ask me. He outstretched his arms, making it easier for me to open the box without placing it down anywhere. I started with the bow and untied it. Now all I had to do was take off the lid. Started to be a bit afraid. What if he had some kinks that he didn’t tell me about? I took a deep breath, and took the lid off. Once I opened my eyes, I saw the most beautiful pair of high heels. The colour scheme stayed the same. They were black, probably made of leather, glistering in the candlelight. The soles were a similar violent pink shade to the bow. I wasn’t a fan of pink, but the way it contrasted with pretty much everything, and how it made all attention turn to my feet, was working for me.
Now that I think of it, I shouldn’t have been as surprised as I was. But I still gasped, seeing the shoes.
“Oh my God, I love them. How did you even know?” I hugged him, jumping from excitement.
Even years of working as a professional escort didn’t teach me enough self-control to contain myself.
“Can I put them on you?” he asked, after I came down.
I nodded and sat on the edge of the bed. He kneeled in front of me and raised my left leg up.
At first he was only kissing my leg, going from the knee down.Each kiss seemed to be more erotic and arousing than the previous one. When he reached my ankle, he stopped. I felt his fingers working on the clasp of my shoe and sighed, amused how gentle and sexy he was. Once my heel was off, he licked the curve of my ankle. I let out a quiet moan, to which he blew cold air on the wet spot, making me shiver from pleasure. This is why I think foot fetish is one of the best kinks – no other men pay this much attention to any part of a woman’s body.
He took my feet into both of his hands, carefully massaging the sole and kissing all my toes. I leaned back, supporting myself on my elbows. This was heaven, if I ever knew one. He started sucking on my toes, proving that I can feel even more pleasure. Once he sucked all of them like lollipops, he moved onto the top of my foot, tracing the veins with his tongue and blowing cold air on them.
A few minutes passed, during which I struggled more and more not to touch myself, and he finally put the new shoe on me. Now, it was time for the right foot.
I was very excited for tonight’s customer, since we shared a common kink. He had a foot fetish, and I loved guys who were into feet. Before the meeting, he asked for my shoe size, and I was wondering what he had planned. We were supposed to meet at the hotel at 9, which gave me just enough time to do a little spa and pedicure. I arrived 10 minutes early, fixed my hair and makeup in a little pocket mirror, and knocked on the door. He took some time to get to me, but once he opened the door and smiled, I forgot all about this. He just looked so genuinely happy to see me. I had to smile too.
“Hello,” I greeted him first.
“Hi, beautiful,” he responded, opening the door wider for me.
I thanked him and entered the room. It was quite dark inside, which surprised me. I knew it was late, but shouldn’t that be electricity? When I walked in further, I immediately noticed the reason. Apparently, my new client was quite a romantic and decided to light candles instead of using normal lights. It’s not that I mind it. I actually like that it was just a bizarre occurrence. After all, not many men try this hard for a professional escort.
“Do you like it?” he asked, making me jump, I didn’t even notice he was standing right behind me.
“Actually, yes. It sets the mood,” I giggled and turned around to face him.
His hand confidently landed on my hip, so I moved closer to him.
“And what are you in the mood for?” he asked in a low voice.
“Mmmm baby,” I moaned, pressing my body to his side, my lips touching his jaw with every word, “For you, I can be in the mood for anything.”
“Good to hear that,” he said, still maintaining that sexy, low voice, and bowed his head, so that his lips were at the same level as mine, “I have a gift for you.”
“You didn’t have to,” I smiled and connected our lips.
The kiss was slow at first, but it quickly turned passionate, although I would love for it to last longer. He was the one that turned away first.
“Come on, I want you to try on your gift,” he said, his eyes sparkling with desire.
I nodded obediently, I also was curious what he had got me.
He walked up to the bed and took a big box from it, I only now noticed it. It was black with a violent pink bow, pretty naughty style, if you ask me. He outstretched his arms, making it easier for me to open the box without placing it down anywhere. I started with the bow and untied it. Now all I had to do was take off the lid. Started to be a bit afraid. What if he had some kinks that he didn’t tell me about? I took a deep breath, and took the lid off. Once I opened my eyes, I saw the most beautiful pair of high heels. The colour scheme stayed the same. They were black, probably made of leather, glistering in the candlelight. The soles were a similar violent pink shade to the bow. I wasn’t a fan of pink, but the way it contrasted with pretty much everything, and how it made all attention turn to my feet, was working for me.
Now that I think of it, I shouldn’t have been as surprised as I was. But I still gasped, seeing the shoes.
“Oh my God, I love them. How did you even know?” I hugged him, jumping from excitement.
Even years of working as a professional escort didn’t teach me enough self-control to contain myself.
“Can I put them on you?” he asked, after I came down.
I nodded and sat on the edge of the bed. He kneeled in front of me and raised my left leg up.
At first he was only kissing my leg, going from the knee down.Each kiss seemed to be more erotic and arousing than the previous one. When he reached my ankle, he stopped. I felt his fingers working on the clasp of my shoe and sighed, amused how gentle and sexy he was. Once my heel was off, he licked the curve of my ankle. I let out a quiet moan, to which he blew cold air on the wet spot, making me shiver from pleasure. This is why I think foot fetish is one of the best kinks – no other men pay this much attention to any part of a woman’s body.
He took my feet into both of his hands, carefully massaging the sole and kissing all my toes. I leaned back, supporting myself on my elbows. This was heaven, if I ever knew one. He started sucking on my toes, proving that I can feel even more pleasure. Once he sucked all of them like lollipops, he moved onto the top of my foot, tracing the veins with his tongue and blowing cold air on them.
A few minutes passed, during which I struggled more and more not to touch myself, and he finally put the new shoe on me. Now, it was time for the right foot.
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