Working Overtime

Rachel Meadows looked out from her office, it was a Friday night, and most people had already left. Rachel sighed, still sat behind her desk, she knew there was no prospect of her going home anytime soon. The end of Month report was due on Monday, and she still needed to send a few emails to clients. As Operations Manager for an insurance company Rachel's work was never done, however she was afforded the luxury of her own assistant, which helped ease the burden. Indeed, hiring Thomas was a no-brainer, despite only just graduating university, his CV was flawless, he had all the relevant experience and qualifications, and his references all spoke very highly of him.

Just then he knocked on her office door. "Here Rachel, I found those numbers you asked for from last quarter" he smiled, handing her the paper.

"Thanks Thomas" she replied, "I'd have got them myself, but my feet are killing me from walking around in my heels all day. Anyway you should probably head off, I imagine you've got better ways of spending your evening."

Thomas had had a crush on Rachel since she first interviewed him months ago, and despite her pushing 40, nearly 20 years his senior, it was easy to understand why. She kept herself in good shape, and looked stunning in heels, showing off her slender, toned legs. Rachel also had a penchant for tight skirts, which only served to extenuate her beautiful round arse. This combined with her delicate facial features and long brunette hair, made her a very attractive woman.

"Don't worry, I haven't got any plans tonight" Thomas replied, before adding nervously "if your feet hurt I don't mind giving them a rub for you."

As long as he could remember, Thomas had always had a thing for women's feet, and had managed to steal a few glances at Rachel's since he'd started his role as her assistant. Once he was sure she had caught him looking at her feet, however nothing was said.

"Oh no" said Rachel, I couldn't make you do that, besides they're probably a bit sweaty."

"I wouldn't mind" he interjected "I've been told I give a good foot massage."

"Really?" She quizzed him, raising her eyebrows "I suppose there's no-one around, go on then, if you're sure you don't mind."

Thomas' heart leapt as Rachel turned round in her chair and he got to his knees. She presented her right foot to him, and Thomas wasted no time popping off her shoe, revealing her slender foot. Rachel had perfect feet that Thomas couldn't help but admire, slim, petite and pale, with freshly painted red toes. They were slightly sweaty, and had a few marks from being encased in her high heel.

"Well what about this foot massage then" she teased, and Thomas began gently caressing her high slender arch, the heel and balls of her foot.

"Oooo that feels nice" Rachel said blissfully "I could get used to this." She looked down at her assistant, on his knees, intensely focused, and couldn't help but feel a slight hint of arousal. She let out a sigh as Thomas cupped her heel with one hand, and began moving his thumb up the sole of her foot. Thomas continued, gently squeezing each toe, while Rachel kicked off her left shoe, presenting both feet to him. As Thomas switched feet, Rachel rested her right foot on top of his thigh, gradually moving towards his crotch, as he continued massaging diligently.

Both Rachel and Thomas were in paradise, when they were interrupted by a knock on the door by the cleaner. "Just a minute" she shouted, gesturing Thomas under the desk before pulling her chair in.

Cramped under her desk, Thomas could hear Rachel let the cleaner in, and make small talk as she hoovered the office. Rachel raised her foot, indicating for Thomas to resume her foot rub. He willingly complied, her foot now just a few inches from his face. After a few minutes, Thomas could hear the cleaner shutting the office door behind her. Rachel began wiggling her toes, lightly brushing Thomas' nose, instantly he let out an audible groan.

She looked down at her assistant, letting out a sly grin "sounds like you're enjoying yourself down there." Thomas blushed, but nodded his head in agreement. "I need to finish off some work still" Rachel continued "but don't stop, that feels amazing."

Thomas continued pampering her feet, while Rachel kept caresing his face, teasing him with her toes. Thomas' nostrils were filled the heady aroma of her feet. The leather from her high heels, combined with her feminine, slightly sweaty, natural scent, was an intoxicating mix. When her toes began brushing against his lips, Thomas couldn't help but kiss them. Above him, Rachel laid back, closing her eyes and enjoying having her assistant at her feet. Before long he was sucking on her toes, taking each in his mouth before swirling his tongue in between them.

Rachel was so turned on as Thomas continued to massage her feet with his mouth, eagerly lapping the soles of both feet, which were now pressed firmly against his face. She couldn't help but imagine all the possible scenarios for the two of them. Thomas was a good looking young man, and having him on his knees under her desk, worshipping her feet, gave her plenty of ideas. As Thomas began gently nibbling on her heels, Rachel looked down at her devoted underling.

"Maybe we could make this a regular thing" Rachel remarked, while Thomas nodded in agreement, struggling to speak with his boss' toes jammed in his mouth.

"I'm thinking that you could be my footboy, as well as my assistant, what do you think?" She asked, removing her foot from Thomas' talented lips.

"Yes ma'am, I'd love to be your footboy" he replied.

"I thought you would, now back to work footboy." She commanded offhandedly as Thomas took her foot and continued worshipping.

"They're always so tired and sore after being in heels all day, and seeing as you give such a good foot rub, it's only fair I put you to use" she quipped, enjoying her position of power.

"And I bet it would feel great to have you soothe my feet with your mouth after my morning workouts." Rachel added. Thomas' cock twitched as he imagined tasting her sweaty toes fresh out of her gym trainers.

Rachel too was turned on at the idea of clicking her fingers, and having him beg to tongue bathe her reeking feet. She had suspected that Thomas had a foot fetish from the moment she hired him, and now that her suspicions had been confirmed, she planned on taking full advantage.

As Thomas continued worshipping his boss' feet, he started rubbing the bulge between his legs. He was deep in subspace, when Rachel slapped the side of his face with her foot.

"Did I give you permission to touch yourself?" she chided, clearly enjoying her newfound sense of dominance.

"No ma'am" Thomas replied, somewhat sheepishly.

Rachel suddenly had a wicked thought. "Tell you what, I'll let you cum, if you promise to do exactly what I say, does that sound fair enough?" She asked, and Thomas nodded in agreement.

"Good boy, take your cock out and start stroking." she ordered him, and Thomas was quick to unzip his trousers and obey. Rachel kept her left foot in his face, squeezing his nose between her toes, however with her right foot she began toying with his balls, pinching them, and giving them a light kick. Thomas began moaning as she dug her heel into the shaft of his penis.

"Would you like to cum on my feet?" Rachel asked, when he was close to orgasm. "Remember though, after you cum you have to do whatever I say."

"Yes please ma'am, please let me cum on your feet" Thomas begged, much to Rachel's amusement.

"Go on then" she encouraged, placing both feet by his crotch. Almost instantly he came all over her delicate slender toes, covering the tops of her feet in his milky fluid.

"Aren't you going to thank me?" Rachel asked.

Yes, sorry, thank you ma'am" Thomas stuttered, clearly in a state of pure ecstacy.

"You're very welcome slave, and from now on you can call me mistress."

"Thank you mistress" he repeated.

"Good boy" Rachel remarked, a wry smile on her face "but look at all that mess you've made footboy, you'll have to get down there and clean it all up."

Thomas looked up, panic in his eyes "no Rachel, I couldn't, I..."

"I wasn't asking you footboy" she interrupted "I was telling you, now get to it before any of it spills, or you'll be sucking it out of the carpet."

Hesitantly Thomas began licking his cum off her feet, gagging at the taste, but still persevering.

"Stop making faces" Rachel giggled "and remember to get in between my toes footboy."

After a few minutes, Thomas indicated that her feet were clean, and after checking he had eaten all of his cum, she told him to put her shoes back on.

"I suspect the two of us will be working a lot more overtime in the future" Rachel laughed, as she gave Thomas a wink.

"I'll head home now, seeing as you've taken up the last hour of my time, I think it's only fair you finish off my report for me."

"Yes Rachel" Thomas replied.

"And the client emails" She reminded him as she began gathering her things and heading for the door.

"Yes Rachel".

"Oh and Thomas" she remarked, turning back and looking at him.

"See you on Monday, slave."