Please Step On Me.pdf

Jack spent a fortune on his peculiar fetish. 120,000 euros, to be exact. But money was no object for this well-to-do businessman. He'd made his wealth through shrewd investments and wanted to indulge his deepest, darkest desires.

Jack had a thing for feet. Specifically, for beautiful women stepping on various body parts with their high heels. Fingers, toes, maybe even a cock if he was feeling extra kinky. The idea of a gorgeous girl grinding her stiletto into his most sensitive regions sent shivers down his spine.

He began scouting for the perfect fetish models, ones willing to indulge his fantasies for the right price. Jack posted an ad on various fetish websites, offering top dollar for the right girls. Several attractive candidates replied, eager for the handsome payday.

Jack arranged meetups with each of them at lavish hotel suites. He'd lay out his expectations - the positions, the pressure, the dirty talk he wanted to hear. Most of the girls were game, giggling as they slipped on their sexiest heels and got to work.

Jack's first partner was a sultry brunette named Vivian. She emerged from the bathroom in a black lace thong and towering stilettos. "Mmm, you know just how I like them," Jack purred, sipping champagne on the plush couch. Vivian smirked and sashayed over, grinding her heel into his bare foot in teasing circles. Jack gasped at the sensation, rock hard already.

The rest of the night was a blur of clipped nails digging into his flesh, Vivian's ass gyrating against him, him begging for more, harder, yes right there! They fucked and stepped and sucked until Jack was utterly spent.

He went through four more girls like that, each one more beautiful and twisted than the last. There was Aria, the flexible contortionist who could practically reach her own asshole with her stilettos. Sasha, the hardcore masochist who begged Jack to crush her tiny feet beneath his own heels. Jack nearly blew a load just from that mental image.

And then there was Tessa, the ice princess with legs for days and a sadistic grin. She kicked things up a notch (or ten), using her heels like daggers on Jack's throbbing cock. He howled through the pain, tears of ecstasy streaming down his face as he spurted ropes of cum.

By the end of the "auditions", Jack was utterly wrecked. He'd gotten his money's worth and then some. Black and blue all over, dick throbbing, he knew he'd be back for more. These girls had unleashed a beast. He had a feeling he'd be spending a lot more than 120,000 euros on this kink. But the depravity was addictive. Jack was hooked for life on the exquisite agony of high heels doing their worst.