LoveHerFeet – Barely Legal Babysitter Knows How To Feet Fuck

The Huntress and Her Prey

It was a balmy summer evening when the young babysitter, Lily, arrived at the Swanson household. The neighborhood was quiet, save for the distant chirping of crickets and the occasional hum of a passing car. Lily, barely eighteen, was looking forward to an easy night watching over the Swansons’ twin toddlers. Little did she know, however, that her quiet evening was about to take a turn for the naughty.

As she waited for the Swansons to leave, Lily busied herself in the living room, flipping through channels on the large flatscreen television. It was then that she noticed a hidden folder in the media center, labeled innocently enough as “Family Movies”. Curiosity getting the better of her, Lily clicked on the folder, her eyes widening as a plethora of very adult videos populated the screen. Unable to resist, she selected one labeled “Foot Fetish Fun”.

The video opened onto a scene that made Lily’s young heart race. The camera panned over the naked body of an impossibly fit man, his chiseled abs glistening in the low light. The camera continued its journey, focusing on his manhood, already rock hard and straining towards the heavens. Lily swallowed hard, her palms growing clammy as the camera finally revealed the identity of this Adonis – Mr. Swanson himself.

As if conjured by her thoughts, Mark Swanson entered the room, his eyes widening as he took in the sight of his young babysitter, mouth agape and eyes glued to the screen. “Well, well, looks like someone’s been exploring where they shouldn’t,” he drawled, his voice like honey.

Lily’s face flushed crimson, but the tantalizing sight on screen had her rooted to the spot. “I-I’m so sorry, Mr. Swanson,” she stammered, “I didn’t mean to intrude. I’ll just go now.”

But as she made to leave, Mark’s large hand clamped down on her shoulder, his touch searing her bare skin. “Not so fast, sweetheart,” he purred, his voice low and dangerous. “I think you and I have some business to attend to first.”

Lily’s breath caught in her throat as Mark deftly pulled her slender body against his. She could feel the hard, hot press of his cock through his jeans, and a traitorous part of her wanted nothing more than to explore it further. Mark seemed to sense her desire, his lips curling into a wicked grin as he backed her towards the couch.

“Now, where were we?” he growled, pushing her down onto the plush cushions. Lily’s heart hammered in her chest as Mark took his place before her, his commanding presence making her feel small and powerless. He grasped her delicate ankles, his hands kneading her soft skin as he slowly, torturously, slid his way up her calf.

Lily let out a shaky moan, her eyes fluttering closed as Mark’s skilled fingers left a trail of fire in their wake. He was a magician, his touch bringing her body to life in ways she’d never experienced before. She was dimly aware of the sound of fabric ripping as Mark tore off her panties, exposing her most intimate area to his hungry gaze.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his eyes dark with lust as he took in her naked pussy, already glistening with arousal. “You’re fucking perfect.”

Lily writhed beneath him, her hips lifting instinctively as she sought more of his delicious touch. Mark obliged, his fingers delving into her slick folds, teasing her most sensitive spots with expert finesse. Lily’s moans grew louder, more wanton, as he brought her closer and closer to the edge.

Just when she thought she could take no more, Mark pulled away, leaving her aching and empty. Lily whimpered in protest, but her objections died on her lips as Mark grasped her ankles once more, bringing her feet up to rest on his rigid cock. The sensation was unlike anything Lily had ever felt – the warm, pulsing heat of Mark’s manhood pressed against her sensitive soles, the smooth velvet of his skin sliding between her toes.

“Fuck, your feet are amazing,” Mark groaned, his hips thrusting against her arch. “They were made to fuck my cock.”

Lily could only moan in agreement, her arousal mounting with each drag of Mark’s cock against her feet. He was relentless, fucking himself with her soles with a ferocity that left her breathless. The obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, punctuated by Mark’s grunts and her own needy whimpers.

She could feel the tension building in Mark’s body as he neared his peak, his thrusts growing more erratic, more desperate. With a final, guttural cry, he tensed, his cock pulsing against her feet as he found his release. Lily’s eyes widened as she felt the first warm spurt of cum splash against her toes, painting her delicate skin with his essence.

“Fuck, yes,” Mark growled, his hips jerking as he rode out the aftershocks of his orgasm. “That’s it, baby. Milk my cock with your perfect feet.”

Lily couldn’t help but obey, massaging his still-hard member with her soles, coaxing out every last drop of his seed. It was filthy, depraved, but something about being used so decadently made her feel more powerful than she ever had before.

As Mark finally pulled away, spent and panting, Lily knew that her life would never be the same. She had glimpsed a world of pleasure beyond her wildest dreams, and nothing would ever be enough again. With shaking hands, she reached for the tissues on the coffee table, carefully wiping away the evidence of their sinful escapade.

Mark watched her, a wicked glint in his eyes. “You’re a natural, sweetheart,” he purred. “I have a feeling this won’t be our last foot-fucking session.”

Lily blushed, but couldn’t suppress the quirk of her lips. “I was thinking the same thing, Mr. Swanson.”

And with that, she blew him a kiss and sashayed out of the room, her head held high. She had a feeling that her visits to the Swanson household would be far from boring from now on.