My girlfriend and I were drinking coffee in the kitchen one Saturday morning, chatting about everything under the sun. She lit a cigarette and took a long drag, exhaling from the corner of her mouth. Her lips slanted with a smirk and she winked at me while crossing her legs. Her firm bronzed leg came out from under her robe. I knew she was naked underneath her robe, and I could smell her femininity fresh from a nights sleep.

   Linda rocked her leg back and forth, squeezing the tendons of her thighs against her crotch. She dangled her slipper from her toes, slapped it back and forth against her heel. Inside that slipper were the loveliest toes; my eyes immediately were fixed to her slipper as she continued to squeeze her thighs together.

   Linda laughed taking another drag from her cigarette, "Hormones up"? She said.

   I pulled my gaze away from her slipper, and stared into the eyes of an American beauty. She is a Swedish girl from Minnesota. She carried her self like a debutant, sleek, elegant.

   I looked deep into her eyes, "Most men only want to get laid", I said I tried to act tougher than I knew I was, and she knew it too. I suppose I have gotten laid by Linda, but always on her terms.

   "If men concerned themselves with destiny, and not their sexual urges the word we live in would be a better place," She said.

   I said nothing my attention had gone back to her slipper, dangling now off just her big toe. I could see the other toes, which I had pained bright red the night before.

   "Go get your sack," Linda said.

   I fetched my sack, which inside was my tools for pampering Lori's feet. I knelt in front of her. She smiled and patted me on the head. "Don't bother with the stone, just remove this dreadful polish. I don't know why that color excites you so much." She started to say something else, but just giggled, and then moved forward on the chair. She opened her robe and spread her legs, revealing her naked body.

   The altar between Linda's legs was hairy and wet. I could smell her sex, an aroma that made me shiver with excitement. Her thighs went wider and her knees went up to the arms of the chair. She casually lit another cigarette, and blew the smoke in my direction, sipped her coffee while I sat mesmerized before her explicit display.

   "If you do a proper job on my feet," she exhale of smoke floated towards me, "guess" where you get to put your mouth"? She closed the robe, sat back up and put her feet on my thighs. Inside my pants, my member was doing handsprings.

   Linda's feet are of singular beauty, her toes were elegant and so very soft to the touch. The arch is graceful and strong, her ankles well turned. The bottoms of her feet are soft, she never goes barefoot, and for the past three months I have been her foot slave! Her toes are tapered thin and become deliciously fatter at the top. Her second toes, which she favors above all the others, are longer then the big toes.

   I filled, an expensive, hand crafted crystal bowl with water and special foot soap. I use a loofah to scrub her feet, a soft cloth to wash then clean, then a polishing fluff to dry them to a sleek, finish.

   When her feet were dry and the water out of the way, Linda slid her right foot up my leg, nearly on my trapped erection., which by then was practically ripping its way out my pants. She stuck out her other foot and commanded for me to massage it. I knelt obediently to complete my task.

   "It is NOT just sex", Linda said.

   "John...ohhhh, that feels so good, yes, keep massaging right there… mmm…John, This is going to an instructive pedicure, so you listen to me do you understand?

   "Yes", I replied trembling from excitement.

   "Pull on my toes", Linda replied, "I like that". It feels so good!

   "I love it too", I said, half moaning as he massaged and pulled on her sexy toes.

   Linda cleared her throat, preparing to continue with my lessons. I knew I must pay close attention to what she was saying, her feet one touching my trembling hands, the other pressed tightly against my erection, so close to my face, my mouth, made it almost impossible to hear ever word she said.

   I massaged her foot harder, drawing her foot deep into my hands. She moaned with pleasure, wiggled her toes, twisted and rotated her feet, pushing it deeper into my hands. She cupped her crotch and rubbed vigorously for a moment. He hips started to rock-n-roll, her thighs opened wider.

   She pulled her hand from her crotch, closed her legs tightly to control the tremors. As I knelt there, her naked feet planted firmly on my hardness.

   "You want me bad don't you"? She purred, as she poked my crotch with her big toe. She spent a moment trying to pinch it with her toes through my pants.

   She placed her big toe under my chin and raised my eyes to look at her. "Massage", she demanded…

   I returned to my task with more vigor then before.

   "That's better", she said.

   I massaged her feet Linda smoked cigarettes. And drank coffee.

   "That's enough massage", she said. Polish them!

   I put cotton between her toes to clean the red polish off, I had put on the night before.

   I looked up and Linda was fingering herself. Getting more aroused with ever declaration of female supremacy, she uttered. She closed her eyes masturbating intently, her fingers sloshing in the sex juice between her thighs. She looked down at me with glazed eyes, "That's enough"!

   "You may worship them", she said brining her feet to my mouth. Which I opened with hungriness I have never had before.

   I liked and adored her feet. Sucking each one… Slowly taking the sweet taste of them in my mouth.

   "I am the luckiest man alive", I said. Looking up.

   "Shhhh, " she said. I looked up, both of her big toes in my mouth, and watched as Linda fingered herself rapidly while rubbing her button with the other hand. The more excited she became, the more urgently she pressed her feet against my face and in and out of my mouth, the faster her fingers worked between her legs until suddenly she stood to tower over me. She pushed my back with a foot, stood looking down at me. She pressed her naked foot on my crotch budge, reveling my firm heat of desire.