I come into your office and close the door behind me. I could lock it, but what I’ve got planned is all the more naughty with the extra risk of getting caught. Without a word to you, I walk around your desk and slide my bum on the wooden surface.

Kicking off my stilettos, my hosiery clad feet find a position on the arms of your office chair. It gives you a clear view up my stocking clad legs, all the way to sheer panties. The faint outline of my lips, which are glistening with excitement, is easy for you to see.

That’s not what this is about though and as I move my feet to rest in your lap, you know exactly what I am playing at. With dexterous toes I stroke your growing cock through the material of your trousers. I trace the outline of your shaft from top to bottom. Twisting my foot to an angle I can grip and massage you, wrapping my toes around your length.

I can feel you growing rapidly harder. You look into my eyes and I bite my lip, as I use the ball of my foot to roll a gentle pressure against you. Looking towards the door, I know what you’re contemplating. To encourage you with your thoughts, I slide my second foot to your crotch.

You look down at my dainty feet, noting how the arch of my foot is perfectly shaped to curve around your mass of blood filled meat. Your hands come to my feet and caress them. It causes a small moan to escape my lips. I can feel the arousal with the pressure of your hands against me, thumb running along my instep, before your hands rest around my ankles.

I eagerly watch as you move my feet back to the arms of your chair, but only so you can unzip and lower your trousers enough for me to eye my goal. I trace the outline of your cock with the pointed toe of my foot. Inside I shake with excitement, but I work hard to maintain control of my legs.

I could tease and watch you twitch, but I’m too excited and I need to feel the hot flesh of your dick against me. My stocking clad foot traces a path across your shaft. You sit back in your chair and just behold the sight of me on your desk, legs stretched out with stocking tops peeking out beneath my skirt.

Bringing both feet to you, I position them so they hold your shaft at either side. Working with care and attention I pull back and start wanking your cock with my feet.

Your hands come to my ankles and set my rhythm for me. You stroke across my taught calf muscles and then all the way up my thighs.

A shocked squeak comes from me when you pull the top of my hold-ups and roll them down my legs, exposing my soft white skin. I pause the massaging of your cock and watch the delight in your face, as you gently remove the stockings.

With bare feet I can now properly feel the heat of your flesh. You let me play with you, wrapping my toes around you tight, before releasing them, little waves of toe wiggling all the way along your length.

The first words are uttered when you surprise me by grabbing my foot and lifting it, before licking all the way up the arch of my foot. “Fuck, you sexy, dirty fuck!”

You just chuckle, before lifting the opposite foot and lube that one up with another lick. Placing my feet back in your lap, you help me get my rhythm again. I fucking love watching your big, hard cock push between my feet. It’s hard work on my legs, but I don’t care. The look on your face as I jack your cock with my dainty little feet is enough for me to work past the discomfort.

I want to get you off. I won’t be happy until you spray your cum all over my feet. I can tell from how tense your body has gone and the wild look in your eyes that you’re close. You don’t take your eyes off the sight of my feet working away at your cock. You want it as well, you want to cum all over my feet.

“Do it! Fucking cum all over me!”

You don’t need telling twice and with a couple more pumps your body lurches. A sexy groan comes from you and then spurt after spurt of creamy cum shoots up and lands all across my waiting feet. The trickling salty treat tickles as it slips between my toes.

It’s making a mess, but I can’t help but continue to stroke your softening cock, loving the feel of my feet gliding across your dick with the luscious cum spreading everywhere.

I’m giggling as I ask, “You have got some tissue close by, don’t you?”

You nod.

“Good, because I know it’s a waste of cum, but I’m not so flexible that I can lick my foot clean and still look sexy!”