Attractive lady interviewing man for foot fetish actor job (lengthy toes, excessive heels, foot worship)

Title: The Sensual Foot Fetish Casting Couch

Tina, a slender but alluring Czech magnificence with a penchant for prime heels and trim ankles, sat behind a sophisticated picket desk. Her tightly-wrapped pencil skirt revealed an expanse of shapely legs sheathed in sheer nylon. The feminine interviewer crossed her legs, permitting the stiff sole of her patent leather-based pump to peek from underneath the desk. Tina flashed a smile that would allure a saint into sin.

“Welcome, I’m Tina. I’ll be casting today’s actor.” Her accent rolled like honey off the tongue. “Please, sit, make yourself comfortable.”

The gentleman in query, a well-built, brooding male, lowered himself into the plush armchair reverse Tina. His darkish eyes by no means left the shapely silhouette of her nylon-clad legs. He swallowed exhausting. This was no extraordinary casting name.

“Tell me,” Tina started, fingering the silver pencil dangling from her lips, “have you ever worked as a foot fetish actor on film before?”

The man cleared his throat. “No, never. I’m new to this sort of thing.”

“Mmm, a fresh face is always exciting.” Tina readjusted her place, inflicting her skirt to trip up her thighs. She made no effort to tug it again down. “Well then, let’s see what you’re working with, shall we?”

She rose easily to her ft, saying, “Lounging on the couch, please.”

The man complied, sprawling himself throughout the velvet couch. His eyes adopted Tina’s each motion as she walked round him, heels clicking. She stopped beside his head, one shapely leg bent, the only of her stiletto coach inches from his face.

“Off comes the sock, I think.” Tina crooked a finger, and similar to that, the person stripped off the corresponding sock.

“Very good.” She titled her foot, letting the only graze his cheek. His breath got here just a little sooner. Tina inhaled as if savoring a refined aphrodisiac.

“Soles are your… specialty?” His voice was virtually strangled.

“One of many, darling.” Tina stifled a smirk. “But yes, they are… very dear to me.”

She prolonged one foot, then the opposite, slowly, virtually sensually, teasing him with their clean arch and curving instep. “And you, stranger? Do you have a… favorite part?”

“Hard to say,” he admitted. “I’m more of a… full-foot kind of guy.”

“Mmm, how wonderful to hear.” Tina’s smile may solely be described as depraved. “You may worship then. Until I tell you to stop.”

The man wanted no additional directions. He clasped her ankle, and commenced to lave his tongue over her instep, as much as her ankle, all the way down to her heel. Each stroke appeared to develop a brand new appreciation of the myriad shapes and surfaces underfoot.

Tina elapsed an exciting moan. “Oh, very good. You’re a natural.”

She felt him worship her sole, reverent but lascivious. He caressed her earlobe, basked in her fingers, relished the squish of her damp, silky pores and skin. Each lick introduced a shudder of pleasure, each suckle a delicate gasp. Soon each her ft glistened along with his scorching, heavy breaths.

The man shifted, kissing his manner as much as her toes. Each digit obtained the identical thorough devotion till he reached her tiny pinky. Sliding his tongue between her toes, the added stimulation precipitated Tina to cry out. A contemporary gush of femininity moistened her panties. She floor her damp crotch in opposition to the velvet couch.

The skilled therapy of her ft left Tina shivering. A deep, lustful craving swept over her like wildfire. She could not stand it anymore. Reaching down, Tina uncrossed the person’s arms from round her ankles and stepped again, fanning herself.

“You’re hired,” Tina purred, a figuring out smile curving her blood-red lips. “Welcome to the team.”

The video ends with Tina typing up the paperwork. But our story has solely begun.