The Cleaning Lady's Feet - JOI
By A.J. Brown



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He didn't like going home when the cleaning lady was there. He thought it was
just awkward showing up when she was in his house, doing her thing. He didn't
like having to small talk with her either - what was there to say to the
cleaning lady? But he was tired and had nowhere else to go. He'd sit on his
couch in the den and watch TV and if she was cleaning down there he'd go in
his bedroom.

He saw her standing in his living room when he first walked in the door. He
didn't see her very often and it had been a while since he had seen her.
Normally he just left her money on the table in the morning and she'd show up,
clean the house, and be long gone before he ever got home.

She wore a red bandana in her hair. She wore a red, long-sleeved plaid flannel
shirt with the sleeves rolled up halfway up her forearms. She wore a pair of
jeans that were also rolled up about halfway up her lower legs. Her feet were
bare. He was actually surprised that she cleaned his house barefoot.

Dafna was her name and she was 35-years-old. She had dark hair and very pale
skin. Her face would have been more attractive but she had kind of a long
nose. Her arms and legs were quite thin. Her feet actually looked smooth and
she had red toenail polish on. He liked women's feet and he actually had a
hidden stash of foot fetish videos and magazines hidden in a secret
compartment that was in his closet that no one could find - just the thought
of anyone ever finding out how much foot stuff he had, humiliated him, but he
was confident that they were very will hidden.

But the feet that he liked were of younger, more attractive women, and he also
liked looking at the feet of women at the beach or by a pool - certainly not
those of a 35-year-old woman that was cleaning his house. Still, there were
bare feet in his house and he couldn't help but stare a bit. When he felt
himself starting to get turned on, he quickly looked away from them and back
up at her face.

"Oh, glad it's you," she said. "Got scared when I heard the door opening since
you normally don't show up while I'm cleaning." He had nothing to say. All he
wanted to do was relax on his couch. This was the major downside of having a
cleaning lady was that her being there took away the option for him to just go
home and be away from everyone.

"I need to get some rest," he said. "I'll be on the couch in the den. When you
need to clean down there, let me know and I'll move somewhere else."

She gave him a nod and looked a bit offended at his dismissiveness. He was
having a rough day though and didn't have time to be worried about that. He
snagged one last look at her feet. He didn't think her feet looked very good,
at least compared to better looking women's feet - they looked to be a size 9,
they were pale, and they were long and slender. But they were still turning
him on nonetheless. He felt weird getting turned on by the cleaning lady's
feet so he turned around and walked away.

As he lay on the couch in the den flipping through the channels on the TV, he
kept thinking about Dafna's feet. His cock was rock hard thinking about them
and if she wasn't still there he would have needed to jerk off. He hoped he
forget about them before she left so he didn't have to do that. He already
thought it was weird enough how into feet he was, but he had gotten used to
it. If he got to the point where he was jerking off to a cleaning lady's feet,
he would have felt really weird about himself. He tried to pay attention to
the TV but ended up continually flipping from one channel to the next as
nothing could get her feet off of his mind.

He then was startled as he looked up and saw her standing there looking down
at him. His eyes immediately went down to her feet as he kept wanting to get
another look at them. There was something about them that really turned him
on, even more than the ones that were in his stash. Maybe it was the fact that
they were just bare and so close to him. He looked back up at her face and she
almost looked like she was amused.

"Need me to leave the room?" he said.

"No. Just figured I'd come in the room in case you wanted to look at my feet
again." He could feel his face getting red. He didn't like being outsmarted by
a cleaning lady. But she couldn't prove anything. It was time to make her look
stupid.

"I'm tired today," he said, trying to put on the best act that he could. "I've
been looking at the ground a lot today. Don't worry - that's all it was."

"Yeah right," she said like she didn't believe him for a second. "You think I
can't tell the difference? Plus, I saw all of your magazines and videos." He
quickly sat up and he couldn't play it cool anymore. He turned off the TV.

"How did you find those??" He felt so invaded. Those were supposed to be
private and no one was ever supposed to be able to see those.

"I'm a good cleaning lady. I clean every nook and cranny of your house. I see
everything. Don't worry, I'm a professional - anything I see is completely
confidential."

He could feel the embarrassment shooting throughout his body as he tried to
come to terms with finding this out. No one was supposed to know about his
fetish but now she knew. She suddenly was no longer just the cleaning lady -
she was someone with power over him.

"You wanna jerk off to my feet?" she said.

He felt a sexual rush like he had never felt before and he could no longer
resist the strong attraction he had to her feet that he had been trying so
hard to avoid. His biggest fantasy right there in front of him, finally being
given the opportunity to actually masturbate to feet that were right there in
the room with him.

"Let's go, get on the floor and get on your knees, bitch," she said to him.

If he had been told that he was going to walk into that house and be called a
bitch by the cleaning lady he would have gone through the roof, but the tide
had quickly changed. She had power over him because she knew about his stash.
But more importantly, no matter how much of a tough guy he wanted to be, he
knew that when a guy was horny over a woman's feet that he was her bitch. And
she seemed to know that too.

He quickly got off of the couch and got down on his knees right by one end of
it. Dafna took her time, comfortably sitting down on it with her butt on the
other end of it, stretching out her legs so her bare feet were right in front
of his face. It was the first time he saw her soles, those pale soles with the
wrinkles in them, on those big size 9 feet, looking right at him. His dick was
already rock hard and he looked at her sitting there having all of the power.

"Go ahead, pull your pants down," she said. "Let's see how excited you are
already."

He undid his belt and pulled his pants down to see that he was even harder
than he realized. Dafna just smirked with amusement but she looked like it
wasn't a surprise to her. She started to wiggle her toes a bit on her left
foot and then she rotated it a bit. It was driving him nuts.

"Go ahead and start to stroke yourself," she said. "But go nice and slow. I
don't want you to cum right away. I need you to worship my feet first. Bring
your face closer to them."

He looked at all of the distinct wrinkles in her soles and he felt as if it
would be an honor to do so. He slowly brought his face closer and when it was
close enough she started to rub her feet in his face. They felt big compared
to his face, even though they weren't much bigger. He could feel the
ruggedness of them from the work she had done barefoot. They had a strong
smell to them that showed that she had definitely been working. But it wasn't
really a bad smell. Just one that as he breathed it in, reminded him more who
the bitch there was.

He stroked his dick at the same pace that she was rubbing her feet in his
face, feeling the intense buildup of cum as he enjoyed those amazing feet of
hers. She was really making sure he felt the texture of her feet against his
face that way she was really pushing them into him.

"Now stop jerking off," she said to him. "And just look at my feet for a bit."

Stopping stroking was not something that he wanted to do at all. It actually
felt like a bit of cum may squirt out of it when he let go but that didn't
happen. So he just kneeled there looking at those bare soles that had been
walking all over his floors as she cleaned, wanting them rubbing all over his
face again.

"You want to stroke yourself again?" she asked authoritatively and he nodded.
"Kiss my feet - all over my soles. If you stop kissing them you have to stop
jerking off."

She was the one that worked for him but right now she was looking at him
looking like she was completely the boss and he was the one that had to answer
to whatever she wanted. That was the way it was when she had those feet that
he wanted more than anything right then.

He began kissing the heel of her left foot as he started to stroke himself
again, moving his lips up the arch of her feet while she held it there for
him. He moved his lips up the ball of her foot and then started kissing the
bottom of her long toes. This was his dream come true and he could feel
himself coming close to cumming.

"You better not cum until I tell you that you can," she said and as far as he
was concerned, that was the worst possible timing that she could have said
that. "If you are about to cum then stop jerking off."

He took his hand off of his cock and thought he was going to cum but did not.
He couldn't think of what she'd actually be able to do if he did cum but for
some reason he thought it would be in his best interest not to do so. He
looked at the bottom of those soles wanting them in his face so badly, feeling
his dick about to erupt.

"Lick my feet," she said. "And no jerking off. I don't want you cumming yet."

He felt like he needed to so badly and he wanted to beg her but she had the
persona of someone that he didn't want to mess with. Knowing how pathetic he
looked, he stuck out his tongue and ran it right up the bottom of her left
foot, tasting that wonderful foot, but also getting a bit of a taste of his
floors and carpets in the process. It turned him on beyond belief. Dafna's
foot didn't as much as shake when he did that and the way she was looking at
him, it seemed like that wasn't the first time someone had licked her foot.

"Now do it again to the other foot," she said.

His ego made him not liking her bossy tone but the number one thing on his
mind at that point was being able to jerk off again, and he definitely didn't
want her to cover her feet up on him, so he wasn't going to argue with her. He
licked up the bottom of her other foot, this one having a really strong foot
taste to it, and she just watched as he did it. He couldn't help but moan as
well as he had never felt this horny before.

"You want to jerk off again, bitch?" she said and he nodded, looking like some
kind of desperate dog wanting food the way he was looking at her. "You want to
cum this time?" He nodded more rapidly. "Tell you what, I'll let you suck my
toes. Once you start sucking on them you can slowly start to jerk off. Then
keep sucking my toes and I am going to count down from ten. As the numbers get
lower, start jerking off faster. When I get to one, then you can cum. DO NOT
cum before then."

Her tone suggested it was be a huge mistake on his end to cum before she said
it was OK. He looked at all of her wonderful toes in front of him so he could
decide where to start. Her big toes would allow the most toe in his mouth so
they seemed like the best choice. Her right big toe looked like it had a bit
more wear on it than the left toe did which made that one more appealing to
him for whatever reason.

He put his mouth right on her big toe, making sure to cover all of it, and
enjoying that feeling and taste in his mouth. He started to jerk off and he
could already feel like he was going to cum, where she hadn't even started
counting down yet. He felt like he could probably hold out for ten seconds but
she was going to have to start soon.

"Ten ... " she finally started to count. This made him realize that he only he
had ten seconds more with her feet and he wanted to get the most of that time.
He put his mouth right on her entire right foot so he could absorb as much of
it in his mouth as he could. He felt and tasted so amazing.

"Nine," she said and as he felt that wonderful foot in his mouth he felt so
close to cumming, trying his best to control his mind so he didn't . "Eight."
He didn't stand a chance. He blew his load all over the floor and there was no
point in trying to stop at that point. He stroked every bit out and it lasted
longer than any time he had ever came before. As he got the last bit out he
wondered what Dafna was going to do because of his defiance. When he was done,
he looked up at her, looking down at him looking displeased.

"You are pathetic," she said as she sat up and put her feet on the floor.
"Couldn't even hold out eight more seconds. That's that much more I have to
clean up today now too. You better give me a good holiday tip for today."

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