Misbehavedxoxo - Pool boy kept staring at my soles, I made him jerk off & cum
The Pool Boy's Fetish Unveiled
A Steamy Encounter
In the blazing heat of the summer sun, I lounged by the poolside, completely unaware of the perilous situation brewing underneath. My long, toned legs stretched before me, adorned only in a tiny bikini bottom that hardly contained my ample assets. Little did I know that this seemingly innocent display would lead to an encounter that would leave me both shocked and aroused.
The Pool Boy's Secret Obsession
As I sipped on my cocktail, enjoying the tranquil atmosphere, I noticed a figure skulking around the pool. It was the pool boy, his eyes fixated on my feet, his gaze almost tangible. My curiosity piqued, I leaned back on my chaise lounge, crossing my legs ever so slightly to expose more of my soles. The look of sheer desire on his face told me everything I needed to know – he had been secretly obsessed with my feet all along.
The Ultimatum
With a wicked smile, I leaned forward, letting my cleavage spill out of the top of my bikini. "You've been staring at my feet for far too long, pool boy," I purred, my voice dripping with honey. "Tell me, do you like what you see?" His Adam's apple bobbed nervously as he nodded vigorously. "Good," I replied, standing up in one fluid motion. "Then why don't you show me just how much you like it?"
Forbidden Pleasures Unleashed
In a daze, the pool boy followed me into the house. I led him to the bathroom, our footsteps echoing in the empty space. As he stood there, his gaze locked onto my feet once again, I knew what I had to do. Slowly, I untied the strings on my bikini bottom and let it fall to the floor, revealing my perfectly shaped ass and the most sensitive spot on my body – my feet.
The Ultimate Power Play
Without breaking eye contact, he reached for my ankle, his fingers tracing the delicate arch of my sole. I closed my eyes, savoring the sensation as he began to knead my foot, massaging it with a fervor that left me breathless. Suddenly, I snapped out of my trance and grabbed him by the crotch. "You want this, don't you?" I whispered menacingly. His eyes widened in fear, but he could not deny the truth in my words.
A Shocking Twist
Reaching into his shorts, I found his hardening cock, and gripped it tightly. "Tell me," I said, squeezing it gently, "would you like to see me barefoot again?" His reply was a stuttering jumble of words, but I understood him all too well. "Good boy," I purred, pulling him closer. "Now, do as you're told."
The Pool Boy's Ultimate Fate
With a wicked gleam in my eye, I ordered him to take out his cock. As he did so, trembling, I stood before him, my feet just out of reach. His eyes were transfixed on my feet, his breath hot against my skin. "Cum for me, pool boy," I commanded, and with that, he let out a guttural moan, his body shaking as he unleashed the most intense orgasm of his life.
The Aftermath
As he lay there, spent, I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction. The power I held over him was intoxicating, and I couldn't help but crave more. I left him there, his cock still dripping cum, his face a mask of ecstasy and humiliation. And as I walked away, I knew that this wouldn't be the last time we crossed paths.
c4s_rewrite_done=1
