School. Work. Home by 9:30 PM. She walked miles on campus between the few classes she has. She works at a fancy restaurant causing her to be constantly be walking around on her feet. By the time she got home, she had the soles to prove the long day she had returned from.
She was exhausted tonight, so she decided to skip the shower. After throwing her shoes onto the carpet parallel to the door, she walked over to the table and picked up the small box. Before sitting on the couch, she opened and placed the box onto the coffee table. From the small container came climbing a small creature. A man. A naked man. He screamed and made crude gestures as always.
She paid no attention. She removed her socks and dropped them. Her soles were pink, sweaty and, most of all, smelly. She sighed a pleasurable moan. Spreading her toes and flexing them, all above the small man, who held his hands over his mouth and nose, she pushed out some of the stress from the day in her feet. The man tripped as he bustled himself backwards away from the feet, that descended upon the table, in front of him. He ended up on his ass, swearing. The smell of sweat and particular odor of feet surrounded him and invaded his nostrils. Her pads and heels were pink. When she spread her toes he could see glistening sweat. He put his hands up in a useless attempt to protect himself as she leaned her feet at a forward angle, acting as a canopy for the poor man. "Get to work. Do a good job. I've had a long day."
The man began to cry as he stared at the large soles of her feet. He gagged when he wedged his hands between her large and index toe and spread them apart. He pushed his face forward, placed his small tongue against the skin within, and he began the job, the only reason, he was let out of his box for. She "mmmed" in pleasure and laid back, eyes closed. "That's it, little pet." She thought. "Lick my large, smelly feet."
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