Jenny's salary negotiation with her boss
After the unbelievably hot evening in the disco and with her boyfriend, a few weeks had passed. More and more often it came to Jenny's mind to spoil other men with her seductive feet... and why shouldn't she capitalize on it? She shared her fantasies with her boyfriend, who grew to like having such a hot and desirable woman by his side, and having Jenny's inner slut awakened made him more and more her slave.
"Honey, I think I should be paid more money than my boss is paying me right now," she mentioned one night. "Mr. Archer is also an incredibly unsympathetic boss. He bosses his employees around and harasses the young women at work. He also keeps staring at me when I'm walking around at work in my short skirt and high-heeled shoes. And when I was standing at the copier the other day, I was sure that he touched my ass. He made it look like it happened by accident, but I don't believe him... I think he deserves a good lesson.”
"Oh baby, you're driving me crazy! I know exactly what you're up to and I also know that I can't stop you. I don't want to either... Please just promise me that you will only please him with your feet. I want the rest of you for myself afterwards.” Her boyfriend replied. She promised him that she would use her feet to drive him insane, nothing more. And so the two had an agreement. They kissed passionately and then they had the best sex in a long time.
Over the next few days, Jenny prepared very carefully for the upcoming interview with her boss. She devised a strategy for how she would seduce and convince him and she went to the nail salon where she got a very slinky pedicure. She got wet at the thought of making her boss' cock rock hard with this perfect French pedicure. The night before the interview, she carefully arranged a pair of black nylon stockings that she had bought dearly from a French lingerie retailer. She chose a matching garter belt, black patent leather pumps and a tight, striped business dress with an ultra-short skirt for the meeting. She wanted to tease and arouse her boss throughout the day before the trap would snap shut in the evening, when all the other employees had already left the office. Anyway, her lover got incredibly horny at the thought of what would happen the next day. So she gave him a quick foot job in the evening and he didn't last 2 minutes before squirting his cum in a high arc onto her dainty feet.
The next morning she woke up with anticipatory heart palpitations. Her abdomen clenched as she straightened, pulling her black underwear over her shapely body. She slipped into her tight, black panties, which barely covered her pussy and let it shine through seductively. Her carefully trimmed pubic hair flashed invitingly through the delicate, transparent fabric. As she slipped the skimpy garment over her ass, a pleasant shiver ran through her body and she immediately became wet. She had already put on the garter belt beforehand. Now she carefully rolled the transparent nylon stockings over her desirable feet, calves and thighs. She stood on her tiptoes and pulled the garter tight at the top one more time before snapping the garter belt in place. The sound excited her and made her feel powerful. The power of her femininity, with which she wanted to finish off the unsympathetic guy today. She looked in the mirror with satisfaction. She saw a sexy goddess who, with her tight ass, pushed up tits, whose nipples were only half covered by the fabric of the bra, endlessly long legs and her obscenely hot feet, would get the last drop of cum out of her boss today. And a raise at that. She put on the tight business suit and slipped into her high-heeled pumps. And to draw her boss's attention even more to her feet, she put on a seductively shiny anklet. A lush make-up and the perfume rounded off the appearance perfectly. This is how she started her working day, and even in her wildest dreams she hadn't expected what would happen today...
All day long she enjoyed it to the fullest as her boss followed her with his eyes all day long. Every movement of her legs, every click of her high heels, every change of position of her feet under the desk. When she sat down, she crossed her legs so that he could see her skirt slipping over the top of her stockings. Occasionally dangling one of her shoes from her foot, she leaned forward, her shapely breasts peeking out seductively from the cleavage. Not only the push-up bra, but also the undone top button of her outfit left no doubt that she wanted to tease him. When the last colleagues said goodbye, she drew the ultimate trump card, infinitely slowly slipped off her pumps and put her feet on the desk. She acted as if they were in pain from the long day in the tight, high shoes. her boss had been sitting there all day, probably not getting any productive work done. "Shall we start our meeting?" she asked him with a seductive smile. She grimaced a little and rubbed her tired feet together. The hissing of the filigree fabric was like erotic music. When her boss got up to join her at the desk, his erection was clearly visible. Instead of taking her feet off the desk, she stayed there, enjoying the obvious effect of her nylon legs. "That seems to have been a strenuous day for you." Her boss stated. "Well, if you're referring to the very day you're in an underpaid job... that's long since stopped challenging me. If you're referring to my feet being sweaty and chafed after a long, hot day at the office… I agree,” was her blatantly and cheekily reply. She spread her toes slightly now and rubbed them together again, the anklet moving provocatively. Her boss followed every movement of the sexy piece of jewelry with his gaze like a snake follows the charmer. She could tell that only his good manners kept him from immediately pouncing on her feet, kissing and licking them... instead, he apologized that he couldn't help but give her a foot massage. She held him back at first, however, and asked with mock innocence if he wouldn't mind that she had been sweating profusely that day and that her feet tend to be very fragrant on hot days. "I bet you can smell my feet even from those 2m away, right?" she asked him. He couldn't answer and just nodded. He looked like a pleading puppy that finally wanted his reward. But she decided to torment him for much longer today...she wanted the juice in his balls to pool and boil. She would stall him until his balls hurt and until he would do anything just to cum. And she was on the right track…
"Jenny, we're not here to talk about your feet today, right? You wanted to discuss something with me.” So he tried to regain control of the situation. "Mister Archer, for about four years I have endured an underwhelming job in this office, your lewd remarks and all this for inadequate payment. I think I deserve more. Your offer of a foot massage is a good start, at the same time there needs to be more to make me stay with you.” With that, she moved closer to him and placed her foot on the chair, right in front of his balls. "Come on, start!" she added. That didn't have to be said twice. He greedily began to stroke and massage her foot. As if by accident, she gently pressed her toes against his cock. She relished the obvious power she had over him and his penis. But there was something unexpected... She wanted him! She felt the skillful touch of his hands and the bulging cock in his pants excited her to the utmost. She would have liked to kneel down in front of him immediately, open his fly and suck his cock. But she didn't want to give up the power, besides she thought about the promise she had made to her boyfriend. So she tried to ignore her twitching cunt, even more so as she continued to grope gently with her toe, assuming that her boss must have an incredibly huge cock. In her mind she saw herself riding the magnificent cock from one orgasm to the next, but she pulled herself together and continued:
"I know you want me, I can tell by the way you look at me as I strut past your desk on my high heels. If my professional performance isn't reason enough for you to increase my salary, then you will do it so that I continue to offer you this horny sight." ... She didn't get any further because her boss's phone rang and interrupted her. He answered with trembling hands and she knew immediately that his wife was on the phone.
"Darling, is it important? I'm in the middle of a meeting right now,” he said curtly. She knew his wife loved long-winded conversations and kept getting him into long phone calls, and the situation was too tempting to let the situation slip by. So she knelt down in front of her boss and carefully opened his pants. Without further hesitation, she reached into the side of his boxers and grabbed his cock. What she revealed took her breath away: she had never wrapped her hand around such a massive cock. She had to admit that "wrap around" wasn't the right word for it because she couldn't quite enclose his penis with one hand. Mister Archer looked at Jenny wide-eyed, shocked and excited at the same time, trying to keep a normal tone with his wife. Jenny gave him a few gentle strokes and watched as his precum ran down her long fingernails in thick drops. She was trying so hard not to give in to her submissiveness... she licked her lips comfortably while looking deep into her boss's eyes over his cock. Mister Archer also fought to keep his wife from noticing how agitated and vulnerable he was in the situation. As usual, she would bore him with irrelevant trifles while he had to keep his composure as his young, horny secretary started jerking off his penis with her slender hands and gently scratching his scrotum and head with her sharp nails.
Mister Archer could hardly suppress his heavy breathing as he continued to look Jenny in the eyes. She looked at him tenderly and seductively and smiled triumphantly. Again and again she ran her fingernails from his balls all the way up to the tip of his cock, stopping occasionally to drive him crazy. She pushed the notepad on his desk to him and whispered to him: "Write down a number!"... With these words she continued to hold his cock in her feminine claws and now stopped the tender jerk-off movement. With trembling hands, Mister Archer scribbled an amount on the paper and hastily pushed it back to Jenny. "Hmmmm, pretty good, for that you get..." Jenny smiled and continued to massage his penis. She also untied the top two buttons of her costume and lifted her perfectly formed tits out for him to stare at greedily. "But we both know that at heart we want more," she added with a seductive glance. Again Mister Archer got the note, again he hastily jotted down a number. "Hmmmm... we're getting close to a reasonable situation, so I offer you..."
Mr. Archer was, for once, content at that moment that his wife was holding one of her monologues on the phone and he didn't have to answer much. "Honey, I..." He didn't get any further because Jenny took his cock deep into her mouth. She had lost the internal struggle, she just couldn't stay strong because the sight of his huge cock in her hands had aroused her so much that she really wanted to give him oral pleasure.
As befits a competent secretary, she didn't do things by halves, but skillfully began to blow his pulsating rod. She carefully maintained perfect eye contact to see his reactions and to tell him with her eyes: "Am I doing well, boss?" Her attitude was not feigned, because Jenny loved nothing more than to kneel submissively in front of a man and to serve him with her full lips and her long tongue, which she skillfully alternately swirled and flapped, making Mister Archer dizzy. Whenever she tongued for a while, she closed her lips around his glans and let his cock dip deep into her demanding mouth a few times. "Honey, honey?"...she heard the shrill voice of Mrs. Archer on the other end of the line. Apparently her boss had forgotten to answer his wife in the right place because of his excitement.
"Er... yes, well..." Mister Archer managed to choke out. He just had to refocus and his cock went limp a little. Jenny took the chance, got up and wrote on the notepad: last chance for you! Then she turned around, hair swinging, and staggered on her high heels to the adjoining kitchenette for a glass of water. Mister Archer enjoyed the sight as her back was turned. Due to the kneeling position, Jenny's skirt had slipped up and he saw not only the edge of her stockings, but even her plump ass bouncing seductively. Her erect tits swayed no less seductively as she walked tight in her heels. She didn't seem to care at all about walking through his office with bare breasts, which immediately made his cock rock hard again. He quickly brushed his wife off on the phone, mustered up the courage to write a final amount on the paper… hoping that Jenny would accept it when she returned from the tea kitchen. He just had to come, he was going to squirt all over this young thing like he had never squirted for any woman before.
"Mister Archer, I broke a rule for you today. I promised my boyfriend that today I would only fuck you with my sexy feet. Instead my fingernails were sticky with your precum and I just had your cock in my throat like no other man had ever penetrated. So I fervently hope that you break a rule as well, and that the number I'll find on this notepad will satisfy me." Excitedly, she picked up the piece of paper, saw her new salary and smiled... "Fine "Best boss in the world, get ready, I'm going to make you cum like no woman has ever done before." She said with an incredibly seductive smile. "You can see all of me today, and that stays between the two of us. My boyfriend would freak out if I let you see my cunt,” she said as she immediately bowed down to remove her tiny thong. Her neat pussy with the dark, short-cropped pubic hair was already visibly wet and glistened with cunt juice. Jenny knelt backwards on Mister Archer's desk, ass and feet facing him, and began sliding two fingers right between her aesthetic tiny labia. Mister Archer grabbed the thong and tied it tightly around his cock, just above his balls. He wanted to delay pumping his fuck juice out of his balls for as long as possible, he wanted to enjoy his young, hot secretary's show for as long as possible.
But Jenny didn't think about just doing a show for him. She thought of her boyfriend and how she had promised him to use her feet to wank Mr. Archer's cock dry… „Mr. Archer, I want you to kiss my feet while I rub my pussy… I want it so bad, please, kiss them!“, she breathed in her feminine, aroused voice while rubbing her clit. She stretched her feet out and spread her toes, giving Mister Archer a perfect view through the ultra-thin stockings at her shapely, french pedicured toenails, slutty toe rings, and shimmering anklet. Mister Archer obeyed immediately and poured passionate kisses on her fragrant, slightly sweating nylon soles. Jenny had intentionally not showered that morning because she found the scent of her feet very arousing herself, especially after such a long, hot summer day at the office. And with this perfume she would drive her boss crazy! She enjoyed his greedy lips on the nylon as he poked his tongue between her toes, making him her toy. in addition, it turned her on that she didn't find her boss attractive. Being used as a footslut by an older man she basically despises awakened her submissiveness and made her cunt even wetter. When she felt Mister Archer lay his huge, veined penis on the sole of her foot and move his abdomen back and forth, she was blown away. With a sensual moan she had her first orgasm and her pussy lips tightened as she almost melted with pleasure. New surges of electricity kept ripping from where Mr. Archer's massive cock touched her sole, through her perfect legs, through her ass cheeks, deep into her crotch, making her cunt quiver with waves of pleasure.
It took a while for Jenny to come out of her ecstasy. She heard her boss say triumphantly, "You're a naughty little bitch, you're going to pay me that raise regularly." And we're going to start right now.” With these words, he tore a small hole in her stocking near her toes and pushed his huge cock under the delicate nylon fabric. Little by little his large penis slid through until his glans reached her heel. She found that his cock was at least as long as her foot, because she could feel his massive scrotum with her tugs, which she massaged with deft movements of her own. Mister Archer began to fuck her foot with slow, rhythmic movements while her toes danced on his balls. This situation excited her so much that she again began to finger herself uninhibitedly. She heard her boss mumble in utter excitement: "Oh Jenny, you are a dream, I love your hot feet! I can't hold back my cum much longer… you've aroused me for so long that I can't take it anymore!” As she did so, she felt her boss's huge cock sliding back and forth in a mixture of her foot sweat and his precum. She was sure that he would soon squirt his juice. And then the time had come: she threw back her long, red curly mane with a seductive movement and looked at the horny spectacle as her boss's cock exploded in her stocking. He pumped a huge load of his fuck juice into the stocking, more and more spurts of his milky liquid shooting into the nylon, it spilled out and ran down her foot and he just didn't want to finish. She felt the warm milk between her toes while fingering herself in a gigantic second orgasm that shook her legs. Mister Archer made no further move to thank her or engage in polite conversation when he had used up the last drops in her stocking. He slowly pulled his cock out of her stocking and said goodbye briefly. Jenny recovered a little from her last climax. Her labia felt sore, yet wonderfully satisfied. She looked at her completely messed up stocking. She felt used and it aroused her. The stocking was probably no longer usable, but with a smile she realized that she could buy a lot of new nylons with her lavish salary increase...
"Honey, I think I should be paid more money than my boss is paying me right now," she mentioned one night. "Mr. Archer is also an incredibly unsympathetic boss. He bosses his employees around and harasses the young women at work. He also keeps staring at me when I'm walking around at work in my short skirt and high-heeled shoes. And when I was standing at the copier the other day, I was sure that he touched my ass. He made it look like it happened by accident, but I don't believe him... I think he deserves a good lesson.”
"Oh baby, you're driving me crazy! I know exactly what you're up to and I also know that I can't stop you. I don't want to either... Please just promise me that you will only please him with your feet. I want the rest of you for myself afterwards.” Her boyfriend replied. She promised him that she would use her feet to drive him insane, nothing more. And so the two had an agreement. They kissed passionately and then they had the best sex in a long time.
Over the next few days, Jenny prepared very carefully for the upcoming interview with her boss. She devised a strategy for how she would seduce and convince him and she went to the nail salon where she got a very slinky pedicure. She got wet at the thought of making her boss' cock rock hard with this perfect French pedicure. The night before the interview, she carefully arranged a pair of black nylon stockings that she had bought dearly from a French lingerie retailer. She chose a matching garter belt, black patent leather pumps and a tight, striped business dress with an ultra-short skirt for the meeting. She wanted to tease and arouse her boss throughout the day before the trap would snap shut in the evening, when all the other employees had already left the office. Anyway, her lover got incredibly horny at the thought of what would happen the next day. So she gave him a quick foot job in the evening and he didn't last 2 minutes before squirting his cum in a high arc onto her dainty feet.
The next morning she woke up with anticipatory heart palpitations. Her abdomen clenched as she straightened, pulling her black underwear over her shapely body. She slipped into her tight, black panties, which barely covered her pussy and let it shine through seductively. Her carefully trimmed pubic hair flashed invitingly through the delicate, transparent fabric. As she slipped the skimpy garment over her ass, a pleasant shiver ran through her body and she immediately became wet. She had already put on the garter belt beforehand. Now she carefully rolled the transparent nylon stockings over her desirable feet, calves and thighs. She stood on her tiptoes and pulled the garter tight at the top one more time before snapping the garter belt in place. The sound excited her and made her feel powerful. The power of her femininity, with which she wanted to finish off the unsympathetic guy today. She looked in the mirror with satisfaction. She saw a sexy goddess who, with her tight ass, pushed up tits, whose nipples were only half covered by the fabric of the bra, endlessly long legs and her obscenely hot feet, would get the last drop of cum out of her boss today. And a raise at that. She put on the tight business suit and slipped into her high-heeled pumps. And to draw her boss's attention even more to her feet, she put on a seductively shiny anklet. A lush make-up and the perfume rounded off the appearance perfectly. This is how she started her working day, and even in her wildest dreams she hadn't expected what would happen today...
All day long she enjoyed it to the fullest as her boss followed her with his eyes all day long. Every movement of her legs, every click of her high heels, every change of position of her feet under the desk. When she sat down, she crossed her legs so that he could see her skirt slipping over the top of her stockings. Occasionally dangling one of her shoes from her foot, she leaned forward, her shapely breasts peeking out seductively from the cleavage. Not only the push-up bra, but also the undone top button of her outfit left no doubt that she wanted to tease him. When the last colleagues said goodbye, she drew the ultimate trump card, infinitely slowly slipped off her pumps and put her feet on the desk. She acted as if they were in pain from the long day in the tight, high shoes. her boss had been sitting there all day, probably not getting any productive work done. "Shall we start our meeting?" she asked him with a seductive smile. She grimaced a little and rubbed her tired feet together. The hissing of the filigree fabric was like erotic music. When her boss got up to join her at the desk, his erection was clearly visible. Instead of taking her feet off the desk, she stayed there, enjoying the obvious effect of her nylon legs. "That seems to have been a strenuous day for you." Her boss stated. "Well, if you're referring to the very day you're in an underpaid job... that's long since stopped challenging me. If you're referring to my feet being sweaty and chafed after a long, hot day at the office… I agree,” was her blatantly and cheekily reply. She spread her toes slightly now and rubbed them together again, the anklet moving provocatively. Her boss followed every movement of the sexy piece of jewelry with his gaze like a snake follows the charmer. She could tell that only his good manners kept him from immediately pouncing on her feet, kissing and licking them... instead, he apologized that he couldn't help but give her a foot massage. She held him back at first, however, and asked with mock innocence if he wouldn't mind that she had been sweating profusely that day and that her feet tend to be very fragrant on hot days. "I bet you can smell my feet even from those 2m away, right?" she asked him. He couldn't answer and just nodded. He looked like a pleading puppy that finally wanted his reward. But she decided to torment him for much longer today...she wanted the juice in his balls to pool and boil. She would stall him until his balls hurt and until he would do anything just to cum. And she was on the right track…
"Jenny, we're not here to talk about your feet today, right? You wanted to discuss something with me.” So he tried to regain control of the situation. "Mister Archer, for about four years I have endured an underwhelming job in this office, your lewd remarks and all this for inadequate payment. I think I deserve more. Your offer of a foot massage is a good start, at the same time there needs to be more to make me stay with you.” With that, she moved closer to him and placed her foot on the chair, right in front of his balls. "Come on, start!" she added. That didn't have to be said twice. He greedily began to stroke and massage her foot. As if by accident, she gently pressed her toes against his cock. She relished the obvious power she had over him and his penis. But there was something unexpected... She wanted him! She felt the skillful touch of his hands and the bulging cock in his pants excited her to the utmost. She would have liked to kneel down in front of him immediately, open his fly and suck his cock. But she didn't want to give up the power, besides she thought about the promise she had made to her boyfriend. So she tried to ignore her twitching cunt, even more so as she continued to grope gently with her toe, assuming that her boss must have an incredibly huge cock. In her mind she saw herself riding the magnificent cock from one orgasm to the next, but she pulled herself together and continued:
"I know you want me, I can tell by the way you look at me as I strut past your desk on my high heels. If my professional performance isn't reason enough for you to increase my salary, then you will do it so that I continue to offer you this horny sight." ... She didn't get any further because her boss's phone rang and interrupted her. He answered with trembling hands and she knew immediately that his wife was on the phone.
"Darling, is it important? I'm in the middle of a meeting right now,” he said curtly. She knew his wife loved long-winded conversations and kept getting him into long phone calls, and the situation was too tempting to let the situation slip by. So she knelt down in front of her boss and carefully opened his pants. Without further hesitation, she reached into the side of his boxers and grabbed his cock. What she revealed took her breath away: she had never wrapped her hand around such a massive cock. She had to admit that "wrap around" wasn't the right word for it because she couldn't quite enclose his penis with one hand. Mister Archer looked at Jenny wide-eyed, shocked and excited at the same time, trying to keep a normal tone with his wife. Jenny gave him a few gentle strokes and watched as his precum ran down her long fingernails in thick drops. She was trying so hard not to give in to her submissiveness... she licked her lips comfortably while looking deep into her boss's eyes over his cock. Mister Archer also fought to keep his wife from noticing how agitated and vulnerable he was in the situation. As usual, she would bore him with irrelevant trifles while he had to keep his composure as his young, horny secretary started jerking off his penis with her slender hands and gently scratching his scrotum and head with her sharp nails.
Mister Archer could hardly suppress his heavy breathing as he continued to look Jenny in the eyes. She looked at him tenderly and seductively and smiled triumphantly. Again and again she ran her fingernails from his balls all the way up to the tip of his cock, stopping occasionally to drive him crazy. She pushed the notepad on his desk to him and whispered to him: "Write down a number!"... With these words she continued to hold his cock in her feminine claws and now stopped the tender jerk-off movement. With trembling hands, Mister Archer scribbled an amount on the paper and hastily pushed it back to Jenny. "Hmmmm, pretty good, for that you get..." Jenny smiled and continued to massage his penis. She also untied the top two buttons of her costume and lifted her perfectly formed tits out for him to stare at greedily. "But we both know that at heart we want more," she added with a seductive glance. Again Mister Archer got the note, again he hastily jotted down a number. "Hmmmm... we're getting close to a reasonable situation, so I offer you..."
Mr. Archer was, for once, content at that moment that his wife was holding one of her monologues on the phone and he didn't have to answer much. "Honey, I..." He didn't get any further because Jenny took his cock deep into her mouth. She had lost the internal struggle, she just couldn't stay strong because the sight of his huge cock in her hands had aroused her so much that she really wanted to give him oral pleasure.
As befits a competent secretary, she didn't do things by halves, but skillfully began to blow his pulsating rod. She carefully maintained perfect eye contact to see his reactions and to tell him with her eyes: "Am I doing well, boss?" Her attitude was not feigned, because Jenny loved nothing more than to kneel submissively in front of a man and to serve him with her full lips and her long tongue, which she skillfully alternately swirled and flapped, making Mister Archer dizzy. Whenever she tongued for a while, she closed her lips around his glans and let his cock dip deep into her demanding mouth a few times. "Honey, honey?"...she heard the shrill voice of Mrs. Archer on the other end of the line. Apparently her boss had forgotten to answer his wife in the right place because of his excitement.
"Er... yes, well..." Mister Archer managed to choke out. He just had to refocus and his cock went limp a little. Jenny took the chance, got up and wrote on the notepad: last chance for you! Then she turned around, hair swinging, and staggered on her high heels to the adjoining kitchenette for a glass of water. Mister Archer enjoyed the sight as her back was turned. Due to the kneeling position, Jenny's skirt had slipped up and he saw not only the edge of her stockings, but even her plump ass bouncing seductively. Her erect tits swayed no less seductively as she walked tight in her heels. She didn't seem to care at all about walking through his office with bare breasts, which immediately made his cock rock hard again. He quickly brushed his wife off on the phone, mustered up the courage to write a final amount on the paper… hoping that Jenny would accept it when she returned from the tea kitchen. He just had to come, he was going to squirt all over this young thing like he had never squirted for any woman before.
"Mister Archer, I broke a rule for you today. I promised my boyfriend that today I would only fuck you with my sexy feet. Instead my fingernails were sticky with your precum and I just had your cock in my throat like no other man had ever penetrated. So I fervently hope that you break a rule as well, and that the number I'll find on this notepad will satisfy me." Excitedly, she picked up the piece of paper, saw her new salary and smiled... "Fine "Best boss in the world, get ready, I'm going to make you cum like no woman has ever done before." She said with an incredibly seductive smile. "You can see all of me today, and that stays between the two of us. My boyfriend would freak out if I let you see my cunt,” she said as she immediately bowed down to remove her tiny thong. Her neat pussy with the dark, short-cropped pubic hair was already visibly wet and glistened with cunt juice. Jenny knelt backwards on Mister Archer's desk, ass and feet facing him, and began sliding two fingers right between her aesthetic tiny labia. Mister Archer grabbed the thong and tied it tightly around his cock, just above his balls. He wanted to delay pumping his fuck juice out of his balls for as long as possible, he wanted to enjoy his young, hot secretary's show for as long as possible.
But Jenny didn't think about just doing a show for him. She thought of her boyfriend and how she had promised him to use her feet to wank Mr. Archer's cock dry… „Mr. Archer, I want you to kiss my feet while I rub my pussy… I want it so bad, please, kiss them!“, she breathed in her feminine, aroused voice while rubbing her clit. She stretched her feet out and spread her toes, giving Mister Archer a perfect view through the ultra-thin stockings at her shapely, french pedicured toenails, slutty toe rings, and shimmering anklet. Mister Archer obeyed immediately and poured passionate kisses on her fragrant, slightly sweating nylon soles. Jenny had intentionally not showered that morning because she found the scent of her feet very arousing herself, especially after such a long, hot summer day at the office. And with this perfume she would drive her boss crazy! She enjoyed his greedy lips on the nylon as he poked his tongue between her toes, making him her toy. in addition, it turned her on that she didn't find her boss attractive. Being used as a footslut by an older man she basically despises awakened her submissiveness and made her cunt even wetter. When she felt Mister Archer lay his huge, veined penis on the sole of her foot and move his abdomen back and forth, she was blown away. With a sensual moan she had her first orgasm and her pussy lips tightened as she almost melted with pleasure. New surges of electricity kept ripping from where Mr. Archer's massive cock touched her sole, through her perfect legs, through her ass cheeks, deep into her crotch, making her cunt quiver with waves of pleasure.
It took a while for Jenny to come out of her ecstasy. She heard her boss say triumphantly, "You're a naughty little bitch, you're going to pay me that raise regularly." And we're going to start right now.” With these words, he tore a small hole in her stocking near her toes and pushed his huge cock under the delicate nylon fabric. Little by little his large penis slid through until his glans reached her heel. She found that his cock was at least as long as her foot, because she could feel his massive scrotum with her tugs, which she massaged with deft movements of her own. Mister Archer began to fuck her foot with slow, rhythmic movements while her toes danced on his balls. This situation excited her so much that she again began to finger herself uninhibitedly. She heard her boss mumble in utter excitement: "Oh Jenny, you are a dream, I love your hot feet! I can't hold back my cum much longer… you've aroused me for so long that I can't take it anymore!” As she did so, she felt her boss's huge cock sliding back and forth in a mixture of her foot sweat and his precum. She was sure that he would soon squirt his juice. And then the time had come: she threw back her long, red curly mane with a seductive movement and looked at the horny spectacle as her boss's cock exploded in her stocking. He pumped a huge load of his fuck juice into the stocking, more and more spurts of his milky liquid shooting into the nylon, it spilled out and ran down her foot and he just didn't want to finish. She felt the warm milk between her toes while fingering herself in a gigantic second orgasm that shook her legs. Mister Archer made no further move to thank her or engage in polite conversation when he had used up the last drops in her stocking. He slowly pulled his cock out of her stocking and said goodbye briefly. Jenny recovered a little from her last climax. Her labia felt sore, yet wonderfully satisfied. She looked at her completely messed up stocking. She felt used and it aroused her. The stocking was probably no longer usable, but with a smile she realized that she could buy a lot of new nylons with her lavish salary increase...
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