FOOTFUCKING FUN 2 - NATHAN
Nathan dialled the number and listened as the dial tone changed to that of a phone ringing.
He glanced once more around his hotel room. It was exactly as he had hoped for this time. These business trips were finally becoming more bearable; the standard of his accommodation was starting to rise in direct proportion to his clients' satisfaction with his IT skills.
"Good evening, Exquisite Escorts," the voice at the other end finally said:
"Good evening," Nathan replied, "I'd like an escort for tonight."
An escort. A good footfuck is what he really meant. Nathan adored foot sex. Bare feet, pantyhose, stockings, footjobs, toe sucking, trampling – they all got him off big time. And here he was in a big fancy hotel, a credit card in his hand, horny as fuck again. He craved feet like an alcoholic craved a bathtub of booze.
"Brunette," he told the woman on the phone, "with long, smooth legs."
He was already getting a hard-on. He caressed it through the fabric of his trousers.
"Oh, so you're a leg man?" the telephonist replied. Nathan could almost hear her grinning down the phone.
"Actually I'm a foot man," Nathan said. "Send the girl with the hottest feet and I'll be a happy customer."
The telephonist laughed.
"It's always nice to speak to someone who knows what they want, sir," she said. She sounded young, maybe 19 or 20 yrs old. Was she flirting with him?
Giving credit card details over the phone subsided Nathan's erection, as did relaying the address of the hotel and his room number. The woman continued to chat and flirt with Nathan during this tedium however, and began to sound more and more attractive with every little giggle and sigh from her lips.
"Ok, I think that is everything sir," she said, once the formalities had been taken care of. "Your escort for this evening will be Jana. She should be with you in thirty minutes time."
"Excellent," Nathan said. "Thank you for everything."
"It's my pleasure," the woman grinned again, "you're in for a memorable night!"
"I can't wait," Nathan replied. "Thanks again." He hung up the phone and headed for his en-suite bathroom to take a shower before Jana arrived.
He removed his shirt and pants and looked at himself in the mirror. He had a fit, toned body that looked much younger than its forty years. Perhaps not being married helped keep him in such tremendous shape. He still had a full head of hair, something of which he was proud, and a sexy smile that always made sure he never left bars or clubs alone. He slid his briefs down his muscular, hairy thighs and removed his socks. He looked down at his now-naked body. His semi-erect cock begged for a glorious footjob. It had been two weeks since his last one – from a client's nineteen yr-old daughter no less! Oh, she had been a hot one! She had been waiting for her father in the office after hours while Nathan was working at a computer terminal. She had a long, curvaceous body (she was tall for a girl, maybe 6ft), shoulder-length black hair, wearing these sexy little sandals that revealed every tiny detail of her succulent little feet. She had been slipping her feet in and out of them while she waited for her old man, affording Nathan the sight of her oh-so smooth, wrinkled little soles! His cock sprang up inside his pants as he imagined those little feet of hers wrapped around it, those soft wrinkles slowly pumping his erect penis, her sweet toes caressing its glistening tip, ready to explode.
"You looking at my feet?" she had suddenly said, snapping Nathan out of his fantasy.
"Huh?!" he replied, taken aback and stunned to have been caught peeping.
"My feet," the girl had said, noticing the bulge in his pants, "Oh my God, you're one of those foot fetish guys, aren't you?"
"Well....." Nathan hesitated, unsure of whether to reveal all or deny everything. "Actually yes, I am."
"And you like my feet, do you?" the girl quizzed.
"To be honest," Nathan replied, "I do like them. You have very pretty feet."
"I see," she said, "Well, unless you prove to me just how much you adore my little feet, I will tell my dad everything you just said!"
Nathan's heart had skipped a beat when he heard this.
The girl then stood up, walked over to Nathan and led him by the hand to a large conference room with Venetian blinds. Once inside, she locked the door and tilted the blinds so that no one, not even the cleaners who were still buzzing around the mostly deserted office, could see them.
"Sit down in that chair," the girl had told him, and Nathan had obeyed, his heart racing.
"Get your cock out," she commanded. "I want to see how excited you already are from looking at my feet."
She was a little dominatrix, this one, Nathan thought to himself. He again obliged her.
The girl sat herself down on the large conference table, kicking off her sandals and swinging her bare feet around to where Nathan sat. Without hesitation, she pressed her toes and the balls of her feet tightly against Nathan's exposed cock, making him gasp.
"You like that, foot perv?" the girl asked, taking his dick between the soles of her feet and squeezing it.
"It feels..." Nathan began, his breathing shallow, "so... sooooo.. nice!"
"You like young girls' bare feet on your cock, do you?" she continued, "well, I love doing all sorts of nasty things with my dad's friends' cocks."
Hearing this was really a big turn-on for Nathan.
"Mmmm," he sighed, "Do you?"
"Uh-huh," she replied with a little laugh. "I love to suck on big, sweet cocks like yours. Daddy has no idea that I like to do this with the men he works with."
She spread her toes, so that Nathan's penis was held firmly between her big toe and second toe. She moved her other foot up to Nathan's face.
"How do my feet smell, foot perv?" she had asked him. "Do they smell sweet enough for you?"
