Zachs Foot Fetish With A London Escort

This evening I had a meeting with a new client, Zach. He said that he isn’t sure what he wants, but he really needs to relax. Relaxing is what I do best, so I took his offer. We met at the hotel, and he led me to his room. I sat on the bed, but he stood uneasily a good feet away.

“So, why do you need to relax so badly?” I asked him curiously.

“It’s just too much workload,” he shrugged, “Do you want something to drink?”

“Water would do,” I smiled, “Still, please.”

When he went to get me the water, I took off my high heels. I was a foot fetish escort in London for years but high heels are just something I would never get used to.

He quickly came back and handed me the bottle. I thanked him and took a sip. After my gaze landed on him again, I noticed he was watching my bare feet. A few clients of mine had a foot fetish, apparently he did too.

“Do you want to play with them?” I asked, surprised, but intrigued.

“Can I?” my client’s face lit up.

“Sure,” I shrugged and went to sit down on a nearby chair. 

Zach kneeled in front of me. His breath quickened, when he finally saw my slim, dainty and unwontedly alluring ankle from such a close distance. Then, he stared at my toes, they were a little short and stubby, but for him they must’ve looked arousing. He licked his lips, his gaze was glued to my feet, filled with pure hunger. He slowly stuck out his tongue and slid it in between my big toe and the second one. He rolled his tongue around it, mimicking a way someone would perform a fellatio, while watching my reactions. I was enjoying myself and more so enjoying watching him. He didn’t even blush, when our gazes crossed. Then still looking me dead in the eye, he took my big toe in his mouth, sucking on it and caressing its underside with his tongue, making me moan. 

I slid back on the chair and pressed both my feet on Zach’s face. He let me touch it, my soles rubbing on his skin and toes tapping on his forehead. He wanted to move, lick my feet again, but I didn’t let him. I gagged him with my right heel, and toyed with him, still gently touching his face. For some reason, I really enjoyed doing that, perhaps I have a foot fetish too now. 

My client took a deep breath through his nose, sniffing my feet. It was a tad weird, but I didn’t mind. He closed his eyes in pleasure, letting me trample his face like a doormat. I got an idea and took my right foot out of his mouth, pressing it into his crotch instead. Like I suspected, he was hard. 

“Please, fuck me now,” I pleaded, I’ve never suspected this little fetish foreplay could be so arousing, but I was burning.

Zach obediently stood up and pulled my legs up, his eyes were dark from desire and his cock was red and rock hard.

“I’m ready,” I moaned, and held my legs wide open.

He smiled, quickly put on a condom, and entered my wet pussy, closing his eyes from pleasure. He started fucking me, leaning in, so closely we were practically breathing in each other’s breaths. I couldn’t recall the last time I felt so wanted. I don’t know what made him so horny, maybe it was the foot fetish thing, but he was like an animal.

“I’m close,” I breathed out, a little ashamed that I’m coming so fast as a gfe London escort.

He sped up, I could feel he was also on the verge of an orgasm. Few more pushes, and we both came at the same time, our moans still echoing in the room.