"Andy, I want you to kiss my toes. OK?" Julie had crossed the line from incredibly bossy and mean to kinky. She was asking me to follow her. Should I cross that line with her? I didn't know what that would mean, but I did know there would be no crossing back.
We didn't move or speak for a long moment. Then, I lifted her right foot and bent forward to kiss the tops of her toes. I felt a thrill of surrender at that moment. She flexed her toes and sighed. "Good boy, Andy. Like that. Keep going, Andy. Take... take my big toe in your mouth."
I'd never thought of women's feet as a turn on, but somehow these were the sexiest words I'd ever heard. I obeyed. Her toe wiggled between my lips and pressed on my tongue. There was a bit of sandy grit and a salty flavor. This was so degrading and forbidden. It made my nipples stiff.
"Suck it, Andy. But gently." Julie lay back on the couch. I lightly sucked and licked the toe in my mouth until the salt and grit were gone. I heard Julie sigh. "Don't stop, Andy. Suck my toes." She wriggled her toes and I took in the big toe's neighbor. Julie giggled. More grit and saltiness. I felt powerless, humiliated and incredibly aroused. My cock was painfully hard.
I glanced up and found Julie looking at me intensely. She had her hands on the waistband of her shorts. "Don't look away, Andy. Keep doing what you're doing." She popped the button and opened the zipper. "Look up at me, Andy. Look in my eyes while you suck my toes." Her slender hand slid between her brown belly and her sky blue panties. Her fingers moved up and down under the fabric of her underpants.
"Oh, Andy, don't stop." Her eyes bored into mine. "Just do as I tell you. Keep going. Don't stop."