I unscrewed my hip-flask of whisky and gulped down a shot, before splashing some more over her tootsies. Sort-of to baptise them, I guess.

I lapped up the warming liquid from her toes, beginning with the littlest up to the biggest. Each one hungrily taking into my mouth and fondling with my tongue like jelly beans.

The chair to which 'Emma' was strapped was a recliner with a discreet handle at the side for lowering her head while raising her bottom half. When I had adjusted her to a more horizontal position I splashed the last of the whisky over her face and into her mouth.

She scrunched up her face and sobbed pathetically as I licked her pretty face and shoved my tongue between her girlish lips; my hands feeling beneath her t-shirts the little, pink, budding nipples that stood vulnerably upon her flat, white chest.

"What a good little girl you are being for me, Emma." I breathed hotly as I pulled up her t-shirt the more easily to look at her flat, snow-white chest. The kind of skinny torso with delicately delineated ribs I have enjoyed imagining taut and sweating as her back arches in extreme angles beneath the punishments of my darkest fantasies- but always fantasies. The sight of this totally delicious, helpless creature completely under my control makes my heat swell with a kind of fatherly-protective embrace. I force myself to swallow down such feelings of mercy and to obey my cock.

I returned to the furnace of my lusts: those naked, tender, unblemished and adorable feet with their slender, pretty arches and soft soles where I now stroked the swelling head of my cock. I can't really explain why I have always been excited by such peculiar things. In winter and the fall one can almost forget such curious delicacies exist.. but in spring and summer, walking through the crowded streets, to the park or in the most mundane situations the flash of a pair of girls feet: maybe encased in strappy sandals, or the currently fashionable ballet pumps with their revealing toe-cleavage.. suddenly I am filled with this LUST.

I just wanted to lose myself in a meaty, quivering mouthful of squirming girls toes; to squirt my hot cum over a writhing pile of soft, wrinkled soles. Even as I reminisced I am holding her feet firmly in my hands and beginning to slide and squeeze my cock between her arches; my eyes wandered greedily over her knees, her belly and her pigtails, all the time reducing her to a piece of meat to be used for my depravity. My cock was stiffening more and more angrily as I began to pump her little feet...