Kass was a very clever young man who worked as an accountant and relaxed in a very unusual way. His work required too much concentration – the global giant he had been working for for two years, did not allow for mistakes. As we all know, excess pressure should always have a vent.
No one knew his weakness.
He cherished it inside of him and cared for it as for a precious memory from the childhood. He did not even have the idea of telling anyone that the ladies’ feet were driving him crazy to critical brain size so he lost control and his cock hardened as a stone in seconds.
In that thought, Kass had categorically forbidden himself to look down at his colleagues’ feet. If he did, he risked flying in a direction where he could hardly return to work with all his duties. Maybe it was a little comical – to go everywhere with his head high up and always look up. But people thought it was just because of his good posture and self-esteem. And there was a reason. He was an excellent accountant and everyone respected him.
But … there was a person with the power to read between the lines and more precisely: to smell and reveal things that people were trying to hide. A person with a very strong intuition, flair, rich experience in erotic things, who felt clearly, that Kass had some secret passion, some exciting dependency.
That personality was I.
I worked in the company for almost a year.
I liked Kass at first glance precisely because there was something interesting about him, something mysterious, something that disturbed him and made him annoyed. The fact that he was hiding something so skillfully made me crazy with curiosity. It did not matter what he looked like – only his secret was important and it was of a sexual nature. Nothing else could excite me as hard as a challenge with a perverse spice. Naturally, I would have known what my sweet colleague’s mind tickled and how his pants were blowing.
Yes, I had to do some experiments to get to the truth. After many attempts, I managed to find the right direction.
I instinctively felt that his weakness was not the most common one, but I had to go through “more normal” factors of influence because they could be directly related to the main one, it was possible for a more frequent suggestive element to refer to the perverse major stimulant.
The first important condition for me was invariably our friendly relationship – to be good colleagues who can easily talk and communicate with pleasure. In this case, each barrier is a matter of perspective and the possibilities for crossing the borders become admissible.
One day I allowed myself to go with a bigger décolleté, than I did another time. And if I drew the attention of most of my male colleagues, I did not provoke much interest in Kass. Yes, he looked at me secretly with desire, but this desire was not the flame I was looking for.
Then I went with a terribly narrow skirt, but my ass did not bang his pants (of course, I was watching him).
Well, well, well…. I liked Kass more and more and felt more ambitiously. I was on the right track, my intuition never lied to me – he had another fetish. And I would soon know what, as long as it was not something too complicated and twisted with many details. For example, it would be harder for me to reach hyper-specific powerful acting fantasies without any access, without opening the door at least a little. I only acted in a sense, and for spicy fetishes the details (which are still shared) are needed because they unlock and ignite the fire. The point was to find the base – the other was unimportant.
In occasional conversations during the breaks, I was trying him with various topics. I put a story from my childhood about my neighbor who fell in love with his cousin. His reaction turned off the fetish incest.
Another time I deliberately said I was “going to piss” and looked at him carefully. I turned off the “pissing” and the “skate”.
At the time of my studies, I felt that Kass relaxed more and more. He started looking for me often for conversations. He congratulated me on all the holidays, he was joking but he stayed away from more direct teasing and his flirting was quite hidden. He always felt that I was interested in him in some way, but he did not know exactly what motivated me. He probably thought I was falling for him. Actually, of course, I fell for him. But the truth was that I was basically interested in his secret – it was excited, leading me, directing my way. Kass was interesting to me through his mystery. My strong passion for perversions, doubled by the mysterious case, pushed me to Kass and his hidden vicious desires.
My next move was made after sixth month of my experiments, and it was a success. At last, I was on the right track!
It was the first warmer day of May, pleasant for men because all women dressed shorter skirts, more transparent blouses, more ethereal fabrics, so the men could see the perceive the lace on the shoulder strap or even the breasts.
I felt very warm and put on my sandals – white, high-heeled, in sweet contrast with the bright red nails of the feet.
When I went to Kass’s desk and invited him to a coffee on the terrace, I felt that he was slightly twitching and worried. I cannot describe the satisfaction that floods me from within and the enjoyment I have experienced. Eventually, Kass would fall to my hands.
For the first time he was doubting whether to go with me – he could not refuse me, it would be very unusual, and it would have bothered me. But I knew that the mystery was hidden behind the embarrassment, and it was definitely connected to my naked feet.
We walked to the terrace, and he slightly unnaturally raised up his chin in his quest to keep his eyes down.
However, I would not let him slip away. Not after half a year of my efforts. And he did not want to, frankly. I felt he longed to live his fetish and was lonely in that. But he could not just share it. Especially not at work. He was intelligent enough to know that not everyone would understand. Well, there was no problem with me – I perceived and understood all sorts of human passions and I wanted to help him get the pleasure he longs for.
We sat down on the huge sun-filled terrace, we ordered coffee, and I deliberately put my feet close to his. Kass was greatly excited, but without that worry, obviously because he was outside his office, and so his barriers melted. Still, he did not look down in fear of facing my beautiful feet with a red nails.
Then I dropped some sugar on the ground and asked him to give it to me.
Kass froze, stared at me with his warm almost black eyes, and for a minute, we were just looking at each other. At this moment, I categorically realized that I knew his secret and he definitely understood that I knew it. It was as if some kind of electricity was flowing in the path between our eyes – like the exchange of vibrations we sent to one another and which we assimilated each other.
His worry disappeared. He said:
– If I bent to take the sugar, I may stay there for a while
– If I bent to take the sugar, I may stay there for a while
– I know. Have fun as you wish, “I replied.
– That will change everything between us, “he added.
– It’s already changed, “I said.
For a minute He stayed in silence and motionless.
Suddenly I flinched – his fingers touched my ankle and went on my right foot, then he went on – slowly, gently, delicately – touched every finger, and these movements stirred me in a peculiar way. I closed my eyes. I gained a lot of emotions during these months of study and now moisture in my pussy was the ultimate expression of satisfaction, but also a new desire – to let him play with my legs, to touch, caress, kiss and to perfuse with cum …
Kass stood up and looked at me with a thirst. The long agitation in it had grown so much that it looked like a volcano before the explosion. His chin trembled with excitement. He opened his mouth to say something, but stopped.
– Kass …. tell me it directly, – I urged him gently because I felt he was feeling not very comfrotable.
– Will you come – will you come …
– Yes, I will come to your office.
– Thank you! Come on.
We got up. Without saying a word, we went as if we got an unwritten commands. He went into his office, I went into mine – I grabbed a few folders and I was very excited to go to his room. I even grumbled a bit at the door, I knocked, and he immediately opened it, let me inside, closed the door and locked it behind me.
Cass grabbed me, hugged me so fast that he stunned me-he immediately put me on the couch, pressed me to lean, fell on my knees at my feet, and in his eyes I read the worship of a slave to a goddess.
I was breathing heavily – it aroused me so much to see it! I saw and absorbed in his inspirational over-tension – his hands trembled as he slowly kissed my left foot. He stared at my feet as if they were some kind of magic, and they pressed a knob in his mind, turning him into a being, unconstrained of himself, but controlled by the force of his fetish. One hand was beneath my heel and the other stroked my foot. He was breathing like a dog, sound, force, animally. He passionately began to suck and kiss one foot, after that the other in alternation – until he was breathless.
He slowly put my foot on the floor – as if it were glass and could break – and quickly unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it down.
I smiled when I saw his healthy body with peeled skin.
Kass returned to my feet again – this time he caught the right one and treated it with the same tenderness. Then he carefully unbuttoned the straps and pulled off the sandals – first one foot, then the other – breathing heavily, and his trousers looked too tight already. He did not look me in my eyes – he was totally hypnotized by my feet. He leaned in and sucked the fingers of my left foot – he started with a little one, and his tongue poured me with warmth and moisture. I tactically laughed a little, but I told him to continue – I did not want to interrupt this erotic drug addiction. Kass poked on my other foot like a greedy puppy who had his a favorite food. His tongue was playing with my fingers – he was licking them, then sucking and kissing. He was breathing heavily, sometimes groaning. He had surrendered to his passion and burned in the fire of his secret. I watched him with great excitement and no less passion – I put my hand on my pussy and touched it – I was hot and damp. I removed the lace and opened my clitoris, he looked at it, but turned his head back fast, whispering “you are wonderful,” but he returned to my feet, and he licked them wildly and violently, then began to suck my fingers wildly, squeeze a tongue between them, heavily and passionately.
Kass looked like a lousy animal. He stopped abruptly and stood up, took off his trousers, took off his slips, and his healthy cock came out in front of me. Again he sat down on the ground, grabbed my feet and began to rub them in his dick. He spilled and the saliva made the movement smoother, and he moved my legs as he liked to feel good – rubbed my heels in his cock, then came back to my fingers, passed to the feet and acted with a great fierce – he woke up and triggered the instincts in himself , pulled them out, showed them, and no longer had the strength to stop him bursting into the shattering cramps of orgasm. Suddenly he put my fingers on my legs into his mouth, stretching his lips aside, so my fingers were sinking into wet hole. It was as if they had entered a damp cave. The feeling was very specific – soft, tickling, slippery, warm. And just when, rubbing my clitoris, in a mad excitement to look at it, I was shaken by the element of my orgasm, and so he shrieked my feet with the hot semen of his dick. Kass snarled silently, clutching my feet with one hand, rubbing his cock with the other, and I quietly burst out with great effort because it was hard for me not to scream.
When he relaxed, he slid his hands up my legs, licking my clit and the low lips, lay on my thighs and whispered, “Thank you.”
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