Office foot worship with two foot goddesses (colleague feet, double feet, big feet, bare feet, toes)

With a sly grin, the don recesses into his plush office chair, relishing in the anticipation thick in the air. Two of his naughtiest colleagues, International Sales Rep Knockout Klara and Controllers Cutie General Manager Dagmar, saunter into the room, their heels clicking rhythmically on the marble floor. They exchange a curious gaze, a glint of mischief dancing in their hazel and emerald eyes. The don waves them in with a flick of his wrist, his eyes roaming their curves hungrily. “Please, ladies, have a seat.” He commands, gesturing to the sumptuous white couch opposite his desk.

The Czech vixens obey, sliding into the cushions, their tight pencil skirts riding up their thighs. Crossing their long legs, they lean back and purr, their manicured toes peeking out from their Louboutins. “What’s on your mind, Daddy?” Klara asks in a sultry tone, jutting out her plump, glossy lips. “You’ve summoned us all kinds of ways,” she teases.

The don clears his throat and leans forward, his elbows resting on the desk. “Indeed, I did, my lovelies. But for what you ladies really want…” he pauses, relishing a sadistic grin drawn across his face. Klara and Dagmar’s eyeslight up as they comprehend, shifting their bodies to an open, eager position. “Head Office told me about your special talents, my dears. Your experience with bigger feet, your gift of worship.”

Dagmar uncorks her heels, exposing her flawless, pedicured toes. “It’s a gift, Daddy,” she purrs, “Fit for a king like you.” She stands and makes her way towards him with a sway to her hips, leaving trails behind her. With a gentle nudge, she pushes the Hassidic don’s chair back and kneels between his legs. Klara snaps into action too, slithering around from the other side, her bare soles sliding on the cool floor.

Together, the continental vixens work their magic on the religious explosives tycoon. Their deft hands unknot his laces, pulling off his hand-crafted leather shoes. The don sighs as Dagmar’s fingers knead his toes gently, her crimson nails digging into his skin. “Your feet are so masculine, so powerful, Daddy,” Klara whispers, as she takes his foot into her hands. “The size of them makes me so hot inside,” she admits, her free hand dipping under her skirt, her fingers gliding along her wet slit.

They worship every inch of his feet, their capable mouths ravishing his calloused soles, nibbling on his toes. Dagmar takes his foot into her warm, wet mouth, sucking along his toes expertly. His big toe slides down her throat as she gags for him, strings of saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth, staining her silk blouse. “Oh fuck, Daddy,” Klara cries out, “Your feet taste so good. I could lick them all day.”

The don gasps, his cock hard and straining against his trousers. He aches to feel the touch of their soft, warm feet all over his body. Dagmar relishes the opportunity, rubbing the soles of her feet along his thigh, kneading his hard cock through his trousers. Klara follows suit, her big, soft sole caressing his other leg, up to his sensitive inner thigh. “I want to feel you, Daddy,” she whispers, slipping her hands up to unbuckle his trousers.

The hind legs of the don’s chair clatter to the floor as he shoots up, his desire taking over all sense of propriety. He yanks his trousers and boxers down, his hard, thick cock springing free, slapping against his belly. The vixens squeal in delight, their hands fisting his throbbing member. “You’re so big, Daddy,” Dagmar coos, “Your cock is just like your feet – gigantic!”

The don groans as the vixens wrap their feet around his cock, their soft, polished soles gliding along his shaft. They stroke him in tandem, their feet working his cock like their lives depended on it. “That’s it, girls,” he groans, “Worship Daddy’s cock with your magical feet.”

Klara and Dagmar giggle, their eyes focused on his cock. They jerk him faster, their tongues lolling out to lick the precum from his slit. “Give us your seed, Daddy,” Klara mewls, “We want to taste it so badly!” TheyCONTINUE