You have beautiful feet

Pepper gray hair, abs, and OMG there it is, the smile! Even with the mask, I would know it anywhere!

Mr. Landa is my new foot fetish guy!

I stare at him a moment and look at my feet. Is he going to recognize me?  Have I ever worn these shoes to class?! Has he been staring at my feet in class?! He’s a foot fetish guy, he could recognize my feet more than my face. I start to feel faint when his voice pulls me back

“Raven?” he asks me.

I muster every bit of courage I have and put on a brave face and smile as I look up at him, “Yes, and what should I call you?” I asked, striding toward him. Now I just need to pretend he doesn’t know who I am. I mean he doesn’t, right? The elevator doors close behind me and I look at the beautiful fox in front of me.

“You were highly recommended by the agency, and I see why, you are stunning.”

I smile and look at him as I touch his arm and he blushes. OH MY GOD, my hot law professor blushed at me touching him! This is so dirty in every single way but so fucking hot!

“Call me Angelo.” He smiles and walks toward the table by the bed, “Would you like a drink?” I look at the bottle and the cups. In my profession, you should never take a drink from a client with a bottle that’s been already opened, you just never know who can be trusted.

I walk toward him and smile, reaching for the bottle, hoping it’s sealed. It is and I hide my sigh of relief as I break it, “Yes, you?” He nods and I pour him a glass too. We clink our glasses together and gulp them down.

“So, Angelo,” I begin, “What do you want?” I ask seductively.

He smiles brightly at my feet, “How about I show you? Based on your profile, I can do as I wish but ask for consent when it comes to sexual favors, correct?” I nod, almost nervously. He is so hot. He takes my trench coat off, revealing my outfit. His eyes stare at me with hunger and I keep my composure. This is how men look at me all the time, but he is different. I know him, but not like this. 

He grabs my hand and sits me on the bed, he reaches up my legs slowly touching them as he grabs the garters and undoes the hooks. I feel the instant release of my tights and he glides his hand on my thigh. I stifle a moan as I look down at him. I am supposed to be in control, but damn, I am putty in his hands. His hands grab the ends of my right stocking and begin to pull it down slowly. When he gets to my ankle, he kisses it gently and then unhooks my stiletto. He takes my shoe off and then pulls the stocking all the way off. He gently plants kisses down my ankle to my toes and I want to shudder. Feet fetishes usually don’t turn me on, but this is Mr. Landa!

He looks up at me with his soul-catching eyes and I melt as he reaches for my other garter. His hands are gentle and soft. He undoes the hook and does the same thing to my left foot, “You have beautiful feet, Raven. They are so soft and beautiful.” He compliments me. I smile and then he licks my big toe. Surprisingly, it’s sensual and I don’t mind. Even if I did, this is what he is paying me for. He is baring his dirty dark secrets to me, and I will keep them.

He gently sucks on my big toe as his hand glides up my thigh. He looks at me as he rubs my thigh and releases my toe from his mouth, “Can we move this to the bed, and may I touch you?” he asks as he looks into my eyes, “I promise to be gentle. I don’t think I need to fuck you, but I want to touch you. I want to massage your feet and feel your juices.”

My heart stops but I nod. I know Mr. Landa and I trust him. I have gone further with other clients, but I usually take my time. Thinking about Mr. Landa fucking me is turning me on so hardcore. It’s what I have even daydreamed about in class; I can’t let this opportunity go. Even if it’s just a touch.

I nod and scoot up onto the bed and lay down comfortably, “I have oils? Is that okay?” his husky voice asks me. I smile, “I have always loved a little slip n slide.” I confess. Mr. Landa chuckles and reaches for the oil on the bedside, massaging my feet with it.

This actually feels amazing. I have never hated my feet being touched. Is it weird some men objectify them over my breasts or ass? A little but why is it so shameful to be a foot guy? No one makes fun of ass or boob guys.

Mr. Landa works the oil in nicely as he reaches up my thigh with his other hand, he feels over my panties first. I am already wet, and he hides his grin as he reaches his hand gently inside. I moan as he pushes 2 fingers inside me and works them in and out while massaging my feet. He smiles in approval, and it doesn’t take long for an orgasm to ripple over my entire body. 

I pant and he smiles, “now rub me with your feet. I want a nice back rub.” He urges me as he rolls over. The serotonin release I just had from just his fingers has me giggling and relaxed.  I hope onto his back and use the headboard to keep me stable. I use my heel to dig into his muscles and he moans, “Ahh, Raven.” He pants.

I can’t believe how turned on I am right now. I know it’s because it’s Mr. Landa, but hot damn.

Soon, he is completely relaxed, and he sighs, patting my leg for me to hop off. I step off his back and he smiles at me, “Thank you. You are the best escort I have ever ordered. I hope you take my request when I ask for you again. You are beautiful, warm, and tight.” He winks.

My heart stops as he talks dirty to me.

“I will, this was actually fun,” I reply.

He smiles, “I will give you a good tip. You can collect your things and go. I am going to sleep so well after that amazing massage you just gave me.”

I smile back and he grabs my foot one last time, kissing my ankle, “Till next time, my beautiful Raven.”  My heart beats faster. He called me HIS beautiful Raven. This is such a schoolgirl crush but damn, I am in. I thoroughly enjoyed tonight.

I collect my things and walk to the elevator, hitting the lobby button. When the doors close, the biggest smile appears on my face. Mr. Landa just gave me one of the best orgasms I have ever had in my life WHILE rubbing my feet. Holy shit. 

The doors open again, and I compose myself, walking out through the lobby. I walk outside and the air is still cold, but I feel hot and sticky.

I am thankful I don’t have Mr. Landa’s class tomorrow. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to look that man again in the eye. 

I grumble, tomorrow morning my schedule is free, and I can sleep in but I do have to see and tutor that asshole, Derrick Anders at noon.