1. Office Feet: All-Nighter


    Date: 1/12/2017, Categories: Fetish, Group Sex, Voyeur, Author: footfetishguy591, Rating: , Source: xHamster

    I fucking hated working at this ad agency. It was the late nineties and there were lots to chose from. Everyone was hiring. But there was no way in hell I was leaving this place. For my career it sucked, but for my inner pig, it was a gold mine. I was surrounded by women who were total bitches...aaaaaaand they couldn't keep their shoes on. An EVERY one of them had feet that were awesome in their own way. There was Remmy. She was a super smart, but played the dumb blonde, super cool exec with perfect size six, small for her height, always fire engine red toes, wrinkled soles. She was a go to for many JO sessions. Her underling, a chubby Southerner loved to show me her Fred Flintstones. I love the much maligned Fred Flintstone feet on a woman. Those little g**** toes, the meaty soles and super delicate skin on the bottom. Sign me up. Well, this chick caught me staring. So if she wanted something, and they always did, I'd get a show. There was Sarah, the short hair she-might-be-a-lesbian boss with perfect size seven feet, never toe polish but occasionally gloss, with the best arch ever. She was nonstop. Before I go further, let me explain the cotton I landed in at this dump. I won a lot of business at this place. My work ran and that made me very unpopular around the coworkers. So, to fuck with me, they stuck me back by the accounting ladies and across from the copier. There was a nonstop parade of middle aged women walking around in stockings or barefoot making copies, ...
    giving me a fuckin SHOW. It was like sitting in front of a clown car if you had a clown fetish. Nothing but soles all day long. And they got dirtier as the day went on. Which is awesome. Your friend's hot mom, barefoot all day. From baby powder fresh in the morning to I-can-see-every-wrinkle-dusty dirty by quitting time. So, I'm back there and it's only the thought of jail that keeps me from kicking off my pants and jerking off until I literally died of tennis elbow. It was it's own hell. But man did it make for great fodder when jerking off later. So the business is in trouble and they need someone who isn't going away for the Memorial Day weekend to pull off a big presentation. I'm laying low because I have plans when I look up and there's Sarah making copies. And I'm stunned. She has on thos Doctor Scholls flip flop wooden soled things. I was staring. Obvious as hell, looking right at her feet. She was dipping her soles and wiggling her toes. I had a zipper busting hard on when all of a sudden I pan left and see the underling with Fred Flintstone feet, Remmy and this other person I barely knew. They totally saw me and then acted like they hadn't. Something was up. They came to "see what was on my screen." And ask me a favor. I was getting my ass kissed about the mediocre ad on my screen when the one I barely knew sat in my extra chair, kicked off her ballet slipper and put her foot on my arm rest. Then she popped off the other and crossed her ankles. Just like the dude at ...
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