Bella Rolland’s Footjob For Delivery Guy

In the bustling city of New York, a sultry summer day was upon us, with temperatures soaring and tempers flaring. Yet, in one unsuspecting apartment building, a more carnal heat was about to be unleashed. Our story takes place in a cramped studio apartment, home to the tantalizing Bella Rolland, a young woman of incredible ambition and unhinged libido.

Bella, with her lush dark hair, smoldering hazel eyes, and an elegant yet lithe figure, was always on the prowl. Her apartment, a mere pit stop between auditions and conquests, was a reflection of her restless spirit – chaotic, eclectic, and overflowing with magazines, transcripts, and bottles of wine. The only order in her abode lay between the pages of her well-thumbed foot fetish magazines.

It was late afternoon when she sauntered to the door, a flimsy robe barely concealing her supple curves, to greet the pizza delivery guy. The poor soul, a scrawny midwestern farm boy with an angelic face and awkward demeanor, was not prepared for the sight that greeted him.

“H-Here’s your pizza, miss,” he stammered, eyes wide as he took in her disheveled robe and the tantalizing glimpse of alabaster skin. Bella smiled, a coy smirk that dripped with dangerous intent as she accepted the piping hot box.

“Well hello there, handsome,” Bella purred, leaning against the doorframe. “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?”

The delivery boy, clearly flustered, stammered an incoherent response. Bella took a step forward, her lithe frame grazing his as she handed him the payment. “Keep the change, sweetheart,” she said with a wink, before swiftly ushersing him into her lair.

The delivery boy stood there, frozen, as Bella closed the door and moved towards him with a predatory grace. “You know, I’ve been examining your kind,” she declared, as she circled him like a hunter eyeing its prey. “The way you fold the boxes, the furtive glances, the lingering attention on certain… areas.”

She stopped her circling, pressing her body against his back, her lithe arms snaking around his waist. “Oh, I think I’ve figured it out,” she purred, as her hands drift lower, her fingertips grazing the waistband of his uniform pants. “You have a foot fetish, don’t you?”

The delivery boy swallowed hard, his face flushed, as Bella’s nimble fingers select a pizza slice. “Tell me,” she breathed, as she slowly lowered her body to the floor, her pert rear up in the air, “how would you like to indulge yourself?”

She wiggled her toes, the culprits of his fetish, and held the slice between them, her long, alabaster legs splayed out before her like a wanton,harlot. The delivery boy groaned, his resolve crumbling as Bella twirled the slice between her toes, her eyes never leaving his face.

Slowly, eagerly, he knelt down, his hands hovering over Bella’s feet. “Then indulge me,”Bella ordered, her voice a sultry purr, “and I’ll indulge you.” With trembling fingers, the delivery boy tookhold of Bella’s slender ankle, his eyes filled with reverence as he traced the delicate arch, the supple skin, the high instep.

Bella giggled, a sound that sent shivers down his spine, as he brought her foot closer to his mouth. Slowly, tentatively, he pressed his lips against her instep, tracing the contours of her foot with long, languid licks of his tongue. Bella moaned, her back arching as the delivery boy lavished attention on her foot, his tongue tracing every inch of skin, his lips planting fevered kisses on her toes.

As he worked on her left foot, Bella’s right foot rubbed against his crotch, the delicate digits tracing the length of his hardening shaft through his pants. The delivery boy groaned, his hips bucking forward as Bella’s toes stroked him, caressed him, teased him with their mere presence.

“Yes,” Bella hissed, her eyes clouded with lust, “worship my feet, you little minion. Earn your place at my feet.”

The delivery boy, has heeded her commands, his tongue delved between her toes, lapping at the tender spaces, savoring the taste of her skin. Bella, meanwhile, had taken to stroking his cock through his pants, her elegant fingers tracing every ridge and vein, every throbbing inch of him.

Bella’s toes, meanwhile, crept beneath the waistband of his pants, stroking his bare cock with their delicate touch. The delivery boy bucked forward, his cock pulsing, his moans muffled against Bella’s foot as she jerked him off with her toes.

“Oh, I think you’ve earned a special treat,” Bella purred, her toes stroking his cock with increasing fervor. “Paint my feet with your cum, you dirty little boy.”

At her command, the delivery boy’s cock pulsed, his hips bucked forward, and his seed erupted from his cock in thick, ropey ribbons. Bella’s feet, those objects of his unrelenting desire, were coated in his essence, their alabaster color now streaked with his pearly cum.

Bella lifted her feet, examining the mess he had made. “Well,” she mused, licking her lips, “I think this is a meal best eaten.” With numb fingers, she scooped up his cum, bringing his essence to her lips and licking it clean, savoring the salty, detectable flavor of his seed.

The delivery boy watched, his cock still hard, as Bella lapped up every last drop of his essence, her teeth sinking into the tender skin of her foot, her fingers plunging deep into her dripping pussy, as she brought herself to a shuddering climax.

In the end, the delivery boy hovered at her feet, his head pressed against her ankle, his arms wrapped around her calves, as Bella, sated, gazed down at him with a wicked grin. “Well,” she purred, “I do hope you’ll be back tomorrow. I have a sneaking suspicion this little arrangement will work out quite well.”

With that, she sauntered off, her hips swaying, her pert rear on full display, as the delivery boy gathered his resolve and fled her lair, his mind reeling with the events that had transpired and the promise of what was to come.