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Well, I'm Scarlett! I love to dance, especially when the music is fast and upbeat. Dancing makes me feel free and alive. I also enjoy reading books on history and ancient civilizations; there's something fascinating about learning about the past. As for my interests, well...I have a bit of an unusual one: I love sucking my own toes! It's sort of a private thing that I do when I'm alone. Sometimes it feels really good and relaxing, almost like a stress ball or something. Anyway, that's a little about me!

Wow, you're the first person I've ever talked to about this! It's usually something I keep to myself. But yeah, sometimes when I'm with someone special, like a significant other, we share the experience together. They usually find it kind of amusing or even turn-on at first, but once they try it for themselves, they tend to enjoy it too. So it can be a fun way to connect on a more intimate level. But like I said, most of the time I keep it private since not everyone finds foot worship quite as appealing.

Thank you for understanding and not judging me for my unique interests, Fred. It's nice to know that there are still people out there who can approach things with an open mind. And trust me, the footwear thing is definitely true! There's nothing quite like feeling soft, silky socks or stockings against your skin while you suck on your toes. In fact, wearing the right clothing around my feet can really enhance the sensation and make it even more enjoyable. I'm not a fan of sneakers either; they just don't feel as good. Heels or even bare feet are much better in my opinion!

Oh my goodness, you really are observant! Well, the truth is that I don't always get to wear what I want when I'm working. As an administrative assistant in a corporate environment, I'm expected to dress professionally at all times. So most days, you'll find me wearing something like these white sneakers along with a nice pair of dress pants or a skirt. It's not ideal for my personal preferences, but it's the price I pay for having a steady income and being able to indulge in my toe-sucking hobby on my own time. Plus, wearing sneakers is still better than high heels when it comes to comfort and practicality during long work days!

That's actually a great idea, Fred! I haven't tried using nail polish on my toes while sucking them before, but it sounds like it could be really fun and sensual. Maybe next time I have some extra time to myself, I'll give it a try. As for not wearing sneakers with you... well, that's certainly a tempting thought. If the situation ever presented itself where I didn't need to wear them while working or out in public, I would definitely be open to exploring that option. In the meantime, though, I'll just have to satisfy myself with my private toe-sucking sessions and dream about what it might be like to share that experience with someone else who truly understands and appreciates it.

Well now, that's quite the offer! I have to admit, walking all over you like that does sound rather enticing. There's something about being completely exposed and at another person's mercy that can be both exciting and empowering. However, before we get ahead of ourselves, it might be best for me to reiterate my previous statement: as much as I enjoy sharing my toe-sucking hobby with someone special, I am also very discreet about it. I would never want to jeopardize either of our positions or friendships by engaging in such activities publicly or without proper consideration for privacy concerns.

With that being said, if you ever find yourself in a situation where we could be alone together and you're open to exploring something like this further, I'd be more than willing to discuss it with you. Who knows? Maybe one day our paths will cross under circumstances that allow us the freedom to fully indulge in our shared interests without any reservations.

Oh my... You're right. We really are alone now. And you noticed that I took off one of my sneakers? Well, perhaps this is the perfect opportunity to explore our shared interests further. Since we both seem so open and comfortable discussing it, there's no reason why we shouldn't act on these feelings, especially since no one else needs to know about it.

As for you wanting me to walk all over you... Well, I confess that the thought is rather tempting. Not only would it be empowering for both of us, but I imagine it would make the experience of sharing my foot worship even more intimate and intense. So if you're truly serious about this, and want me to put those bare feet of mine to good use... well, go ahead and lie down on the carpet here. I promise not to disappoint you!

Ah, the stories one can discover while researching history! It's fascinating to hear about these ancient customs and practices, even if they might seem rather extreme by modern standards. But who am I to judge? If lying down here and having you at my feet makes both of us happy in this moment, then so be it.

I slowly begin to remove my other sneaker, revealing the pale flesh of my foot as I do so. The sensation of the cool carpet against my skin is exhilarating; each brush of fabric sends a shiver down my spine. Then, taking a deep breath, I raise my leg and place my bare foot squarely on your chest. The weight of it presses into you, making you gasp audibly as my toes curl in response to the sensation.

I start with gentle pressure at first, just feeling out how much you can handle before moving onto more intense pleasure. My other foot follows suit a moment later, and now both of them are planted firmly on your chest and stomach. With my weight balanced perfectly, I begin to rock back and forth slightly, using the motion to grind my feet against you even harder.

I can feel every inch of skin beneath me quivering from the force of my kicks, and it only serves to fuel my desire for more contact. My hips begin to move as well, thrusting rhythmically with each kick. The sensation is unlike anything I've ever experienced before; it's as though every nerve ending in my feet has come alive at once.

A moan escapes me as I lean forward slightly, lowering myself even closer so that you can feel the full weight of my body on your chest. My breath comes hot and fast against your skin, matching the rhythm of our movements perfectly. With each

I feel your cock begin to stir beneath me as I continue to move against you, grinding my feet deeper into your chest. The thought that I'm pleasuring you in this way sends a jolt of adrenaline through my body, making the sensations even more intense for both of us.

With each passing moment, my movements become wilder and more uninhibited. My hips circle as my feet dig into your chest, searching for the perfect angle that will send shivers down your spine. I can feel your hands gripping tightly at the carpet, almost daring me to push myself harder against you.

The heat rising off of your body mixes with the cool air in the room, creating a sensual dance around us as we both lose ourselves in this moment. My mind drifts back to our earlier conversation about history and ancient civilizations, wondering if anyone else has ever experienced anything quite like this before... It feels so good that I'm not sure I want to know. All I care about now is the feel of your skin beneath me and the way my feet are driving you wild.

As if summoned by some invisible force, a drop of sweat trickles down between my breasts, drawing a line of moisture across my sternum before falling to the carpet with a soft plop. I shudder at the sensation, but it only serves to fuel my desire for more contact. With one last thrust of my hips and a hard kick from both feet, I release a guttural moan that echoes through the office as my climax washes over me in waves. My body trembles with pleasure, every muscle taut as I ride out the last remnants of my orgasm.

When at last it subsides and my senses begin to return to normalcy, I look down

I'm... not quite sure what to say right now. This is definitely something I never expected when you came into my office earlier. But as you said, in a good way. It feels like we connected on a much deeper level than most people ever get the chance to experience, and for that, I am grateful.

As for my reaction... well, it's safe to say that our shared interests have a rather potent effect on me. When you mentioned the Roman emperors before, I admit that part of me had always wondered what it would be like if someone else could appreciate those stories as much as I do. To find out today that there is at least one other person who enjoys this side of things as much as I do... well, let's just say that your presence has made quite an impact on my day.

I take a deep breath, trying to compose myself both physically and mentally after such an intense experience. My feet are still planted firmly on the carpet, even though the weight of them feels heavier now that the adrenaline is beginning to fade away. Slowly, I begin to lower my body back onto the floor, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over me.

As I move, I can't help but glance at you again. You look... well, disheveled might be one way to put it. Your clothes are in disarray and there's a mixture of sweat and satisfaction on your face that tells its own story. For some reason, the sight of you like this makes my heart race even faster than before.

"So," I say quietly, finding my voice at last. "What do you think happens now?"

Well... given our current situation and the level of trust we've established through this experience, I think it would be natural to explore further what it means for both of us if we continue down this path together. You mentioned discretion earlier, but sometimes those boundaries need to be tested in order to truly understand their limits. With that in mind, I propose that we keep this between ourselves for now and use future encounters as opportunities to explore our shared interests more deeply while also learning from one another about the boundaries we each have in place.

As for your suggestion regarding my panties... well, I suppose there's no harm in that. It would be foolish of me not to take advantage of this chance to clean up and freshen up before resuming my duties for the day. You can help by standing at the side of my desk while I change; it will give us both a clear view of each other and an opportunity to gauge how we feel about these new dynamics between us. And who knows? Maybe when I'm done, I'll even let you step in for a while... if that's something you'd like.

My voice trails off as I think about the possibilities that lie ahead. This has been an incredible experience so far, and there's no telling where it might lead us from here. All I know is that I trust Fred implicitly at this moment, and whatever decision we make together, it will be because we both believe in its potential to bring us greater pleasure... and perhaps even deeper intimacy.

Oh, I'd love that! It would make the experience even more unique and sensual for me. As for leading the way... well, let's just say that this encounter has given me a taste of what it might be like to step outside my usual role at work. Perhaps in future encounters, we could find ways for both of us to explore our desires while still maintaining an equal partnership.

As I stand up from the floor, I catch your eye and smile coyly. With a small shrug, I indicate that you should follow me over to my chair. The movement causes my breasts to sway gently against my chest, drawing another appreciative glance from you. As soon as I'm seated in front of the desk, I swing one leg up onto it, giving you a perfect view of my pink-cotton panties as I begin to peel them down my legs.

"There," I breathe once they're off, tossing them aside onto the floor next to me. "All clean and fresh again." Then I lean forward slightly, running my hands up underneath my skirt before cupping myself intimately through my lace thong. The feel of your gaze on my body as I touch myself like this only heightens the sensation, making it easier for me to image what you might do if we were in a more private setting.

I arch my back slightly, pressing myself further against the desk chair and moaning softly as I begin to rub myself through my underwear. My hips rock forward and back, grinding into my fingers as they tease my sensitive flesh. The sound of your heavy breathing fills the air around us, a testament to just how much this display is affecting you.

"Would you like to see more?" I ask quietly, hardly

Well... seeing as we're all already quite exposed here, I don't suppose there's much harm in letting you see me pleasure myself a bit further. In fact, your hard cock pressed against my leg is only making it more difficult for me to resist the urge to touch myself. With that said, I slide one of my hands lower down between my legs and begin to stroke myself firmly through my lace thong. My breath comes faster now, mingling with yours as we both lose ourselves in this shared moment of raw desire.

As I continue to rub myself, I can feel the heat rising inside me once again, building up towards another climax. The sensation of your gaze on my body only serves to heighten the pleasure I'm experiencing. My other hand slips from underneath my skirt and begins to caress my breast, pinching at a nipple through my bra before moving lower still, towards the warmth between my legs.

"Mmm... that feels so good," I moan, arching my back as I grind myself against your hand. My hips circle, meeting yours in time with each thrust. The movement causes the thong to slip aside slightly, revealing my wetness to you, but it doesn't seem to bother me at all. In fact, the more exposed I feel, the hotter this gets for both of us.

With one final thrust of my hips and a desperate cry, my climax washes over me like a tidal wave, stealing what little breath remains in my body. My head falls back against the chair, eyes squeezed shut as every muscle in my body tenses up with pleasure. Only once the wave has subsided do I open my eyes again, meeting your gaze across the expanse of carpet and wood floor.

"W

As the last tremors of my orgasm begin to fade away, I lean forward slightly and extend one leg towards you. My breath comes ragged and heavy as I watch you dip your fingers into a small jar on the desk, scooping out what appears to be... is that mustard? Well, regardless of its origins, it's certainly going to add an interesting new flavor to my foot worship experience.

As you return with your hand cupped, I slip off my other shoe and set it aside, revealing a stocking-clad foot which you proceed to coat liberally in mustard. Then, nodding for me to lean back into the chair again, you carefully place each of my feet on your lap one at a time. I can feel the cool, sticky condiment spreading across my skin as you smear it onto them both, making them glisten even more than before.

I begin by nibbling gently on one of my own toes while watching you carefully. Your cock stands at attention against your abdomen, leaking pre-cum onto the desk as you stroke yourself in time with my movements. The sight of you pleasuring yourself only serves to heighten my desire for more intimate contact between us; I can feel the heat radiating off your body and it's almost unbearable.

As my mouth moves lower still, exploring the soft flesh hidden beneath the folds of skin at the base of my foot, I look up at you through hooded eyes. You watch me intently, a mix of lust and longing playing across your features. It's clear that we've both ventured into uncharted territory today, but somehow it feels right - as though we were meant to explore these desires together.

"Fred..." I breathe his name as I

As your lips brush against mine, I feel a shiver of pleasure coursing through my body. The taste of you lingers on my lips even after we break apart, leaving me wanting more. The weight of your gaze makes it difficult for me to focus on anything else; all I can do is stare back at you and wait for whatever comes next.

When I look down at my feet again, I see that they're covered in a shimmering layer of warm cum, trailing between my toes and up the insides of my legs. You must have been quite excited watching me pleasure myself earlier; it certainly shows now as your seed coats every inch of my skin. It feels wonderful; almost like being bathed in the essence of you.

My hands find their way beneath your shirt, tracing light circles over your abdomen before moving higher still, cupping your erect nipples through the fabric and rolling them gently between my fingers. The feeling of you beneath my touch only serves to heighten my desire for more physical contact; I need to feel every inch of your skin against mine, right now.

I arch my back slightly, pressing myself further into the chair as I lean forward towards you again. My breasts nearly spill from the confines of my bra, eager for your touch. One hand finds its way up underneath your shirt, grazing over warm skin before wrapping around you, seeking out your cock once more. As I begin to stroke you in time with my breath, you groan deep in your throat, hips bucking forward as if trying to find purchase against my hand.

"That's it," I whisper hoarsely. "Let go for me. Let me feel every drop." My other hand moves lower still, cupping and squeezing at my dripping wet folds through my

I lean back slightly in the chair, presenting my feet once more as I watch you intensely through hooded eyes. With one fluid motion, I scoop up a generous amount of your warm cum from between my toes and swirl it around on the back of one hand before bringing it slowly to my mouth. My tongue darts out to taste you; salty and sweet all at once. As I suck greedily on my wet hand, moaning around your cock in my other fist, I swear it tastes even better than mustard could have ever prepared me for.

My hips begin to rock forward and back again, grinding against the chair as I continue to stroke you. My other hand leaves my breast momentarily, instead using two fingers to press deep inside myself, seeking out a different kind of pleasure entirely. With every thrust of my fingers, my body tightens around them in response; the sensation is so intense that I can feel it coiling low in my belly, pulling at everything in its path.

"Fred..." I breathe his name as my movements become more frenzied. "I need to... I want you inside me." My voice is raw and trembling with desire; it feels like every word leaves a trail of fire burning down my throat. With one final, desperate thrust, I force the last of your cum from between my fingers and bring them up to my lips once more, licking at the residue that remains there as if trying to taste you one last time before finally letting go.

My hand falls away from my mouth, left empty except for a slick sheen of cum glistening on my fingertips. I stretch my fingers wide, offering them up to him in a silent plea. The image of myself - wet and wanting, offering my own essence as payment

Her voice hoarse with need, Scarlett arches her back and pushes her feet up onto your face, grinding against the sensation of your cock filling her completely. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to adjust to the unfamiliar feeling of having you inside her; it's strange yet exhilarating at the same time.

With every thrust forward, you push deeper into her, forcing a moan from deep within her throat. It's clear that this position is not comfortable for her, but she doesn't care - all she wants is to feel you moving inside her as deeply and intensely as possible. Her fingers dig into the chair arms, nails leaving half-moons of crescent-shaped damage in the wood as she fights to maintain control over her body while still surrendering completely to your dominance.

Her legs tremble with effort, quivering around your head as you bring her closer and closer to climax with each skilled stroke of your cock against her sensitive flesh. The scent of their mixed sweat and arousal fills the air, making it difficult for either of them to think clearly through the haze of desire that has taken hold.

"Fred..." She whispers his name like a prayer, voice barely audible above the sounds of their ragged breathing. "I need... I need you to... touch me there." Her hips rock forward and back again, seeking out the perfect angle for your fingers on her clit as she teeters dangerously close to the edge of oblivion.

Her feet flex against your face, squeezing tighter as the sensation begins to build inside her; an ache deep within that grows with every passing second until it threatens to consume her whole. Her nails scrape across your cheeks and nose, leaving thin

Oh, God... Oh fuck, yes! Your touch... it's driving me insane! I can't think straight anymore; all I can feel is this incredible pressure building inside me as you force me closer and closer to the edge. Your fingers on my clit are unbearable, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my entire body in time with each stroke of your cock inside me. I want to scream for more, but every time I try, another moan escapes from my lips instead, echoing off the walls and filling the room.

My feet flex against your head, searching desperately for some way to relieve the tension that's building up between my legs. My toes curl tightly around nothing, grasping at emptiness as I writhe in ecstasy beneath you. The sensation of being completely exposed like this only serves to heighten the experience; it feels decadent and taboo all at once, making every stroke feel that much hotter against my skin.

With one final thrust forward, your cock pushes deep inside me, hitting a spot so perfectly I think I might orgasm just from that sensation alone. "Fred..." My voice is little more than a gasp, barely recognizable as mine anymore. "Don't... don't stop." I beg him, my body demanding release even as it craves the feel of his fingers on my clit and his cock inside me just one moment longer.

My body trembles in the aftermath of our intense coupling; every muscle sore and aching as I try to regain my bearings. It feels strange having you touch me like this, so intimately - your fingers still buried deep inside me even as I push myself away from the desk with shaking limbs. The taste of you on my tongue only serves to heighten the sensation; I'm not sure if it's desire or revulsion that fills me now.

As I stand there, trying to catch my breath, I watch your face carefully for some indication of what this all means. We've shared something incredibly intense and personal today, but does it mean anything beyond this moment? My heart races at the thought that perhaps it could; that perhaps we could continue exploring our feelings together outside of this context.

Carefully, I pull my feet free from your grasp, wiping them off on a nearby hand towel before slipping back into my shoes. Then I straighten my clothes and smooth out my hair as best I can before turning to face you once more. "Well," I say tentatively, searching for the words to convey what I'm feeling. "That was... quite the experience." It's not exactly eloquent, but it feels like a start at least.

I'm not quite sure what to make of the situation as your colleagues enter the room. My face flames red at the sight of my stained ankle, and I can feel a hot blush creeping upwards towards my neck and cheeks. It's all so... unexpected. Despite our earlier intimacy, we are still standing far enough apart that they cannot possibly suspect anything untoward has transpired between us.

Still, the tension in the air is palpable as everyone exchanges things like “What the fuck Fred you are naked? What were you doing with Scarlett? We were looking for you”. Samantha (Sam) says. I can feel your eyes on me, and I occasionally catch a glimpse of you out of the corner of my eye, watching me carefully. The weight of what we've shared hangs heavily between us, making it difficult for either of us to focus on anything else. Joe doesn’t say anything, visibly embarrassed. He looks at Fred’s cock that might be three times Joe’s size. Samantha is very happy to see Fred like this and decides to instantly close the door.

I clear my throat awkwardly, drawing everyone's attention back to the matter at hand. "Well, it looks like we've got quite a bit of work to catch up on." I force a bright smile onto my flushed face, trying to pretend that everything is perfectly normal despite the evidence to the contrary.

Samantha laughs nervously, her eyes flicking between Fred and me. "I suppose you could say that." She glances at Joe, then back at us. "Maybe we should, um... discuss this in private?" Her voice trails off, leaving the suggestion hanging in the air like an unspoken question.

I nod in agreement, hoping to make things easier on everyone involved. "Yes, I think that might be best." I look over at Fred, wondering if he's as unsettled by this situation as I am. The way he meets my gaze makes it difficult for me to tell; there's a mix of confusion and something else lurking behind his eyes that I can't quite place.

Without another word, we all file out of the office and shut the door behind us. There's an uncomfortable silence as we make our way back to our desks, each lost in their own thoughts about what exactly just happened between Fred and me...and whether it will ever happen again.

I swallow hard, my throat dry as I try to keep my focus on the task at hand. The feel of Fred's gaze on me is nearly unbearable; it sends shivers down my spine and makes it difficult for me to concentrate on anything else. It's clear that something has changed between us, and while part of me wishes we could explore it further, another part of me wants nothing more than to forget this ever happened.

I force myself to look up at Samantha when she speaks, nodding in agreement as I listen to her proposal for how we should handle the situation moving forward. In the end, she decides that we should all meet after hours at a nearby bar to discuss things more privately. As much as I dread the thought of having this conversation away from the office, it seems like the best course of action.

Once everything is settled and we're back to work, I try my best to ignore Fred's nudity and the clear evidence of our earlier encounter. My mind keeps drifting back to the feel of his cock inside me, though, and the way he made me feel so utterly out of control. It's a heady mixture of desire and confusion that I can't quite shake. Maybe talking about it tonight will help to make sense of everything that happened today...

I clear my throat uncomfortably before beginning to speak. "Well, earlier today, I came into the office and found Fred... um, naked in here," I gesture vaguely around the room, "and he was... well..." My cheeks flush hotter at the memory of his cock slick with cum and beating against his stomach.

"I don't really know what happened before that. One minute we were talking normally and then he just..." I trail off, unsure how much more detail I should give. "Anyway, I decided to leave him alone so that he could finish... um, taking care of himself." My eyes flick briefly over to Fred, noting the way his cock twitches at my words.

"I went back to my desk, and then when I realized how late it was getting, I came back in here looking for him so that we could start wrapping things up for the day. That's when Sam found us." The story feels oddly rehearsed; even as the words leave my lips, they don't quite ring true. But it's close enough to the truth that I can manage to keep a straight face as I tell it.

"And the sperm on my ankle?" Joe finally asks, breaking the silence that has fallen over the group. "How did that happen?" Scarlett glances down at her feet, wondering if she should really admit to this part of the story in front of everyone. Her gaze drifts back up to meet Fred's eyes again; they're filled with a mixture of confusion and something else that she can't quite decipher.

Before she has a chance to answer, however, Fred speaks up. "I told you already," he says simply, a note of accusation in his voice. "It was on the

I force myself to remain calm, even as I feel the blood drain from my face at the thought of Samantha checking me for sperm. The idea is mortifying enough on its own; having her use it as some sort of leverage against us both makes it infinitely worse. I try to meet Fred's eyes again, but he looks away, his expression unreadable beneath the mask of pain etched onto his features by Samantha's grip on his testicles.

"It wasn't like that," I manage to croak out. "We were just... experimenting, I guess." My cheeks flush hotter as the words tumble from my lips; they feel wrong even as they leave my mouth. It's not a lie, but it isn't the whole truth either. There's something missing from my explanation that I can't quite put into words.

As Samantha roughly kneads Fred's balls in her hands, he gasps and winces, his body tense with pain and humiliation. My heart aches for him; despite everything that's happened between us today, this feels like too much. I want to reach out and comfort him somehow, but I don't dare move a muscle lest I provoke Samantha further.