"Do you like what you see, Jim?" Kristen's voice was low, teasing, as she pressed her bare foot against my chest, the arch of it brushing over my hardening cock. Her toes flexed, her red nails glinting under the soft light of the massage room. My mouth went dry."Uh…" I stammered, my brain short-circuiting as her foot slid lower, the warmth of her sole pressing against my now fully erect shaft. She smirked, her eyes locking onto mine with a mix of amusement and dominance."Don’t play coy with me. I’ve been massaging you for an hour, and your little friend here has been very excited since the first time I touched your back." Her voice was smooth, confident, like she’d done this a thousand times before. Maybe she had. "You’ve been sneaking glances at my feet this whole time, haven’t you?"I gulped, heat rushing to my face. How did she know? I’d tried to be subtle, but every time she moved around the table, her toned calves catching the light, her perfect feet sinking into the plush carpet, I couldn’t help myself. They were… hypnotic."Well?" she purred, her foot sliding up and down my length now, the pressure just enough to make me shiver. "You want a happy ending, don’t you?"I nodded, unable to form words. My mind raced back to how this even started.---It had been a long week of traveling. Meetings, flights, hotel rooms—I was exhausted. So when I saw the sign for "Kristen’s Therapeutic Massage," I didn’t think twice. The moment I walked in, though, I knew this wasn’t your average spa. Kristen greeted me with a warm smile, her dark gray-streaked hair cascading over her shoulders, her figure curvy but athletic in her tight yoga pants and tank top. She looked like she could’ve been one of those fitness influencers, except she was… older. Way older. Pushing 60. And somehow, that made her even more striking."First time here?" she asked, her voice smooth as velvet. I nodded, trying not to stare at her legs, which were on full display thanks to her cropped leggings. She led me to the massage room, and I couldn’t help but notice the way she moved—confident, almost predatory.I stripped down to my boxers and lay face down on the table, the scent of lavender oil filling the air. Her hands were magic from the first touch, kneading the tension out of my shoulders with practiced ease. But it wasn’t just her hands that caught my attention. Every time she moved around the table, her feet came into view—bare, perfectly arched, with a pedicure so flawless it looked like they belonged in a magazine. Soft, smooth skin, toes painted a deep crimson. I couldn’t stop staring.Then came the moment everything changed. She shifted her weight, one foot brushing against my arm accidentally—or so I thought. I glanced up and caught her watching me, a knowing smirk tugging at her lips. That’s when I felt it—my cock stirring in my boxers, betraying my thoughts.And now here we were.---Kristen’s foot continued its slow, deliberate rhythm over my cock, her toes occasionally curling around the shaft, sending jolts of pleasure through me. "Good boy," she murmured, her other foot now joining in, the two of them working in tandem to stroke me. The sensation was overwhelming—warm, soft, and just the right amount of pressure."You’re so hard for me," she cooed, leaning closer, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "I bet you’ve been fantasizing about this since you walked in here, haven’t you?""Yes," I admitted, my voice shaky."Good," she said firmly. "Now sit up."I obeyed instantly, my heart pounding as I propped myself up on the table. Kristen stood in front of me now, her feet planted firmly on the floor, her arms crossed over her chest. "Lick them," she commanded, nodding toward her feet.I hesitated for a split second, but the look in her eyes brooked no argument. Slowly, I leaned down, my tongue darting out to lick the smooth arch of her foot. The taste of her skin was intoxicating—clean, with a faint hint of lotion. I could feel her muscles tense under my tongue as she let out a soft sigh of approval."That’s it," she murmured, running a hand through my hair. "Worship them like they deserve."I obeyed eagerly now, my tongue tracing every curve of her foot, from the ball to the heel, then moving to her toes. I sucked gently on each one, savoring the way they felt in my mouth—soft yet firm, with just enough give. Kristen’s breathing grew heavier above me, her fingers tightening in my hair as she guided me.When she finally pulled away, my lips wet with her essence, she gave me that same knowing smirk. "Good boy," she said again, stepping out of her shoes and climbing onto the table with me. Her legs parted slightly as she knelt over me, her feet now positioned on either side of my cock. "Now let’s finish this."Her feet began to move again, this time faster, more insistent. The sensation was electric—the softness of her soles combined with the occasional brush of her toes against the sensitive head of my cock. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my hips bucking involuntarily as she worked me with expert precision."Cum for me," she ordered, her voice low and commanding. And I did—exploding into her grasp, my entire body shuddering as waves of pleasure crashed over me. When I finally opened my eyes, Kristen was smiling down at me, her feet still cradling my softening cock."Now clean it up," she said casually, gesturing to the mess I’d made on her toes. "Good boys clean their granny's feet of their filthy spunk!" I hesitated again, but before I could protest, she pulled her pant legs up to reveal her muscular calves. In one swift motion, she locked them around my neck in a vice-like grip, cutting off my air just enough to remind me who was in charge."Eat it," she demanded, her voice cold and unyielding. My pulse quickened as I leaned forward…

Kristen, a massage therapist, seductively massages Jim with her feet, teasing his erection. She commands Jim to lick her feet, which he does eagerly, and then orders him to climax while she stimulates him with her feet. After he comes, she forces him to clean the mess from her toes while locking her legs around his neck.

"Do you like what you see, Jim?" Kristen's voice was low, teasing, as she pressed her bare foot against my chest, the arch of it brushing over my hardening cock. Her toes flexed, her red nails glinting under the soft light of the massage room. My mouth went dry.

"Uh…" I stammered, my brain short-circuiting as her foot slid lower, the warmth of her sole pressing against my now fully erect shaft. She smirked, her eyes locking onto mine with a mix of amusement and dominance.

"Don’t play coy with me. I’ve been massaging you for an hour, and your little friend here has been very excited since the first time I touched your back." Her voice was smooth, confident, like she’d done this a thousand times before. Maybe she had. "You’ve been sneaking glances at my feet this whole time, haven’t you?"

I gulped, heat rushing to my face. How did she know? I’d tried to be subtle, but every time she moved around the table, her toned calves catching the light, her perfect feet sinking into the plush carpet, I couldn’t help myself. They were… hypnotic.

"Well?" she purred, her foot sliding up and down my length now, the pressure just enough to make me shiver. "You want a happy ending, don’t you?"

I nodded, unable to form words. My mind raced back to how this even started.

---

It had been a long week of traveling. Meetings, flights, hotel rooms—I was exhausted. So when I saw the sign for "Kristen’s Therapeutic Massage," I didn’t think twice. The moment I walked in, though, I knew this wasn’t your average spa. Kristen greeted me with a warm smile, her dark gray-streaked hair cascading over her shoulders, her figure curvy but athletic in her tight yoga pants and tank top. She looked like she could’ve been one of those fitness influencers, except she was… older. Way older. Pushing 60. And somehow, that made her even more striking.

"First time here?" she asked, her voice smooth as velvet. I nodded, trying not to stare at her legs, which were on full display thanks to her cropped leggings. She led me to the massage room, and I couldn’t help but notice the way she moved—confident, almost predatory.

I stripped down to my boxers and lay face down on the table, the scent of lavender oil filling the air. Her hands were magic from the first touch, kneading the tension out of my shoulders with practiced ease. But it wasn’t just her hands that caught my attention. Every time she moved around the table, her feet came into view—bare, perfectly arched, with a pedicure so flawless it looked like they belonged in a magazine. Soft, smooth skin, toes painted a deep crimson. I couldn’t stop staring.

Then came the moment everything changed. She shifted her weight, one foot brushing against my arm accidentally—or so I thought. I glanced up and caught her watching me, a knowing smirk tugging at her lips. That’s when I felt it—my cock stirring in my boxers, betraying my thoughts.

And now here we were.

---

Kristen’s foot continued its slow, deliberate rhythm over my cock, her toes occasionally curling around the shaft, sending jolts of pleasure through me. "Good boy," she murmured, her other foot now joining in, the two of them working in tandem to stroke me. The sensation was overwhelming—warm, soft, and just the right amount of pressure.

"You’re so hard for me," she cooed, leaning closer, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "I bet you’ve been fantasizing about this since you walked in here, haven’t you?"

"Yes," I admitted, my voice shaky.

"Good," she said firmly. "Now sit up."

I obeyed instantly, my heart pounding as I propped myself up on the table. Kristen stood in front of me now, her feet planted firmly on the floor, her arms crossed over her chest. "Lick them," she commanded, nodding toward her feet.

I hesitated for a split second, but the look in her eyes brooked no argument. Slowly, I leaned down, my tongue darting out to lick the smooth arch of her foot. The taste of her skin was intoxicating—clean, with a faint hint of lotion. I could feel her muscles tense under my tongue as she let out a soft sigh of approval.

"That’s it," she murmured, running a hand through my hair. "Worship them like they deserve."

I obeyed eagerly now, my tongue tracing every curve of her foot, from the ball to the heel, then moving to her toes. I sucked gently on each one, savoring the way they felt in my mouth—soft yet firm, with just enough give. Kristen’s breathing grew heavier above me, her fingers tightening in my hair as she guided me.

When she finally pulled away, my lips wet with her essence, she gave me that same knowing smirk. "Good boy," she said again, stepping out of her shoes and climbing onto the table with me. Her legs parted slightly as she knelt over me, her feet now positioned on either side of my cock. "Now let’s finish this."

Her feet began to move again, this time faster, more insistent. The sensation was electric—the softness of her soles combined with the occasional brush of her toes against the sensitive head of my cock. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my hips bucking involuntarily as she worked me with expert precision.

"Cum for me," she ordered, her voice low and commanding. And I did—exploding into her grasp, my entire body shuddering as waves of pleasure crashed over me. When I finally opened my eyes, Kristen was smiling down at me, her feet still cradling my softening cock.

"Now clean it up," she said casually, gesturing to the mess I’d made on her toes. "Good boys clean their granny's feet of their filthy spunk!"

 I hesitated again, but before I could protest, she pulled her pant legs up to reveal her muscular calves. In one swift motion, she locked them around my neck in a vice-like grip, cutting off my air just enough to remind me who was in charge.

"Eat it," she demanded, her voice cold and unyielding. My pulse quickened as I leaned forward…

A traveling businessman, Jim, receives a massage from Kristen, a MILF with captivating feet. As he becomes aroused, she offers a "happy ending" using her feet, dominating him and making him worship her toes, lick them, and ultimately eat his own cum off her feet. She uses her muscular calves to enforce her dominance.

Kristen's Commanding Feet

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