A foot fetish phone sex office affair

foot fetish office affair

I make no attempt to hide my intentions whatsoever. When I walk into a room people notice. My posture is straight and exudes confidence and my gait executes purpose. I decorate my frame accordingly at all times. I was not surprised when I landed the job that would launch my career as a professional assistant. I was even less amazed that the women already employed there treated me like a foreign invader. Such is the life of a sexy phone sex secretary.
It’s not like I didn’t hear them talking in hushed whispers about my short skirts and open cleavage. My long legs nearly prevent me from finding anything that falls below mid-thigh. It’s both a blessing and a curse. The blessing in this case came in the form of a boss who would compliment me freely on my exquisite taste in fashion. I would look into his eyes and see them mirroring back to me the way my legs poured from the day’s vestments into my expensive shoes. We enjoyed a mutually professional phone sex relationship. He relied on me for my way with phone sex words and would often bounce ideas off of me during long breaks in the employee lounge.
So I was not surprised when he called me into his office, but I was taken aback that he wanted to address my wardrobe. Seems the complaints had reached such proportions that he felt he must say something. He nervously tried to avoid looking my foot as it dangled there. I could tell he was losing his concentration and after reminding him that he had awarded me with the phone sex employee of the month last month he seemed to back off a little. “Sabrina, they can see your panties when you bend over.”
It was then that I stood up and asked him to check to make sure I had sufficient coverage for that particular day. I pretended to pick something up off the floor and heard an audible gasp–and the word “holy fuck” escaped his professional lips.
Now a man of this caliber has needs that extend beyond the typical office hum drum. As a matter of fact his oral phone sex dictation skills are quite superb. I would know because I enticed him to suck on my pussy and forget about the complaints. And of course when I told him I knew he wished he could rub his cock between my phone sex feet I told him if he would just fire the chief complainant I would let him take liberties with these exquisite beauties. I pulled my skirt–phone sex thigh highs on display. Let him create a “soleful” pussy out of my feet. I watch him indulge in foot fetish phone sex, fucking my cunt feet as he squirted all over my silken panties.

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