DIRTY FEET WORSHIP STORY I lay on my silk-covered bed, wear..

DIRTY FEET WORSHIP STORY I lay on my silk-covered bed, wearing nothing but a mischievous grin as I beckon the eager man before me. My heart races with anticipation, and a wicked thrill tingles through my petite frame. "Come here, puppy. Worship my feet like the good little pet you are," I purr, my voice oozing with sultry sophistication. He crawls towards me, his eyes filled with lust and obedience. The air is thick with sexual tension, and the scent of my arousal fills the room. I can tell he's already hard, his cock straining against his tight boxers and leaving a small wet patch where precum has soaked through the fabric. As he reaches the edge of the bed, I teasingly dangle my feet in front of his face, admiring the smooth arches and the delicate curve of my perfectly manicured toes. "Start with my toes, puppy. Lick them one by one, and show me how much you want to please me," I command, my voice dripping with authority. He obeys without hesitation, extending his tongue to flick at my smallest toe, gently running the tip of his tongue along the underside and then swirling it around in circles. His hot breath sends shivers down my spine, and I can feel the wet heat of his tongue as he lovingly bathes each toe in turn, carefully sucking each one into his mouth and lavishing it with attention. I can't help but moan as his skilled tongue works its way up my feet, tracing the delicate lines and contours before focusing on the sensitive spot at the base of my arch. My pussy clenches with need, my juices pooling between my thighs as I watch him hungrily devour my feet. "Good puppy," I coo, my voice breathy with desire. "Now, make me cum. Use that talented tongue to bring me to the edge, and I might just reward you." I watch his eyes widen with excitement as he moves closer, his cock throbbing and dripping with anticipation. But I can't let him forget his place. I reach down and give his aching cock a firm squeeze, making him gasp with a mixture of pleasure and pain. "But remember, puppy, you're not allowed to cum. Not until I say so." The desperate need in his eyes only serves to fuel my arousal. His tongue returns to my feet, working with renewed vigor as he tries to push me over the edge. I can feel my orgasm building, the pressure mounting inside me like a ticking bomb, and I know it won't be long before I explode. But I also revel in the knowledge that my loyal puppy is desperately aching to cum, his cock leaking and throbbing with need. And that only makes my impending climax all the more delicious.