A Most Rewarding Boss Ch. 03

It was time Karla showed Jack who was the boss. Inviting him back to her flat after work, she had a plan. She dug out her most outrageous pair of high heels. The open-toe platform slingbacks. The ones that were far too racy to ever wear to work.

In fact, the heels on them were so high that she had to move slowly to avoid toppling over. Her toes were painted a bright pink colour which clashed - deliberately - with the black of her shoes. Now she just had to wait for him to turn up.

As the pair had developed a friendly relationship over the years, it was not unusual for them to meet up outside of work. They had cooked for each other, gone out to dinner together and visited local landmarks. Both were glad, on occasion, to have some company.

Jack arrived, knocked on the door and let himself in. Karla always made sure her flat was in pristine condition, especially if she was entertaining, and by the time Jack arrived she had popped a couple of tea bags in two clean mugs and flicked the kettle on as she heard him come in.

Jack took his usual seat and thanked Karla as she handed him his drink. He'd noticed her footwear - it would have been impossible not to - and he sensed that as they chatted about work and the weather that she was trying to catch his attention.

Of course she was. If stretching her legs out and wiggling her toes wasn't going to work, she would have to take charge of the situation. "So, what do you think of my new shoes, then?" she asked.

Jack smiled. "Well, how shall I put this," he began, noting Karla tilting her head and part-frowning as he spoke, "They make me want to get on my hands and knees and start licking your feet."

Quick as a flash, Karla, with a wicked smile, said, "Then what the fuck are you waiting for?"

Jack smiled too, but he wore a slightly nervous smile. Karla had rather quickly moved from being completely unsure about foot fun to wanting to dominate him. She now took his hand as he stepped forward, and said quietly, "Down you go, boy."

Jack sunk to his knees, ran his fingers up and down Karla's shoes before jamming a finger of each hand underneath her heels. Then, he started licking the toes on her right foot moving her feet closer together so he could lick all of her toes in one go, going from left to right and back again.

Karla let him carry on like this for a few minutes, looking on and feeling empowered by having him at her feet. But she couldn't let him get too comfortable. She pulled her feet away from him and lifted them up, resting them on the arm of the chair Jack had been sitting on earlier.

"Lick my heels," she commanded.

Jack nodded and swivelled to his left. He quite liked this dominance, and it was turning him on. He arched his head up and started licking Karla's heels, commencing at the bottom, and again moving across both feet until he was licking and sucking on her ankles. Karla had laid her head back and closed her eyes as Jack's tongue moved from her heels to her Achilles and ankles. She breathed in deeply and let out a quiet moan. She couldn't help it.

"Right, you can take my shoes off now," she said firmly.

Jack carefully eased the shoes off Karla's feet, making sure he trailed a finger or two down her soles and toes as he did so. As he placed them on one side, remaining on his knees, Karla put her feet on Jack's legs.

Jack wasn't sure if he wanted Karla to sense he had an erection or not, although he was given no time to overthink it as Karla issued her next instruction.

"I love those shoes, but they make my feet ache," she said. "Make my soles feel better."

Jack gave a small nod, but before he could say anything more, Karla had moved her feet up towards his shoulders and pushed him down, so he was lying on the floor. He shuffled forwards, so he was directly under her feet, which were smothering his face. Karla laughed to herself as Jack held the top of her feet and began to feverishly lick her soles. As he did so, she pushed hard and moved her feet up and down so she could get what she wanted.

"Good boy," she purred as Jack continued. "Not suffocating you, am I?" She giggled.

Jack shook his head. He was loving the feeling of having Karla's feet pressed into his face so he could smell, feel, and taste every bit of them. By now, he'd stopped caring about whether Karla had noticed how much he was getting turned on.

Karla wasn't interested.

As she had covered Jack's face with her feet, and he couldn't see anything, she had taken the opportunity to touch herself. Being in charge and having her feet played with really did turn her on. It was triggering feelings she hadn't felt for a long time. She lessened the pressure she was putting on Jack's face and dragged her feet down his face until her toes were crossing his lips.

"Mmm, suck my toes now," Karla said, closing her eyes as she fed her big toes into Jack's mouth. Similarly, Jack closed his eyes as he sucked hard, trying to keep up as Karla teased him by wiggling about and slipping different toes in and out of his mouth. It was all Karla could do to stop herself from letting herself go, and Jack was feeling much the same.

Karla wasn't about to let this feeling pass. She sat up and motioned Jack to do the same.

"Get behind me," she said. Jack was confused. Karla swung her feet, so they were underneath her chair. She pointed at the back of her chair and told Jack precisely what she wanted him to do.

"Get underneath and suck from behind."

Another smile from Jack. He'd always fantasised about worshipping the feet of women who were hiding their faces from him and this position suited both of them.

For Jack, it meant he could suck Karla's toes and rub his cock. Karla was by now gently working a finger up and down inside her knickers, but doing so as calmly and carefully as she could. She was highly aroused, but she was determined to keep that a secret.

Jack made sure that he spent time sucking each of Karla's toes and licking the gaps between them. He could hear her moan as he did this and despite Karla trying to be discreet, he knew she was touching herself.

Jack could have spent all evening with Karla's feet in his mouth, but Karla wasn't about to let him have things his way. She made sure her hands were back in her lap when she pulled her feet away from Jack and stood up.

"I quite enjoyed that, Jack," she said. "Thank you very much. You may go home now."

Jack did as he was told. Karla was not somebody who often revealed her feelings and no matter how abruptly the liaison had been ended, he'd thoroughly enjoyed it himself. More than Karla could have possibly imagined.

And he now knew that he was turning her on as much as she was turning him on.