Bridesmaids - The Studio

I woke to my phone alarm a little after 7 am, after having subconsciously replayed the evening's antics over and over during my sleep. My morning glory was in desperate need of attention, but I put it on hold and set about my morning routine. As I finished my coffee, my phone buzzed. It was a message from the girls giving me the address of the studio. A quick check of google maps confirmed it was only a 20 minute drive from the hotel, plenty of time I thought.



I pulled up to the apartment block and parked the car. My go-bag for camera repairs was in my boot fortunately, so I hadn't had to divert to my shop. I approached the front door of the block, and buzzed the girl's studio. 'Hey Nick, come up to the top floor', it sounded like Sara's voice I thought as the door buzzed open and I walked to the elevator. I quickly selected floor 12, and on exiting the elevator there was only one door in front of me - hmm, a penthouse I thought.



The door clicked open, which I wasn't expecting, and I heard Sara's voice call from another room - close the door behind you Nick, and come in here. As I entered the room, I found Sara sat alone at a large desk. She had a camera set up, and was on first impression talking to someone online. She was dressed casually in a pink cardigan and a crop top, with a pair of sporty leggings, of the type often seen at gyms. My eyes were drawn to her feet, which were bare and crossed at the ankle. They were up on her desk, facing the camera.



As I approached Sara gestured for me to sit down opposite her, and rotated her screen a little to face me. I could see the video she was broadcasting on her screen to whoever she was chatting to. With a click of the mouse, I could see she had muted the chat temporarily. 'Hey Nick, I shouldn't be long with this guy, he just likes to have my feet and face in view as I humiliate him about his foot fetish. He'll blow his load in a few minutes, so just sit back and enjoy the show'.



I admired Sara working away, she constantly flexed her soles and wiggled here toes whilst berating the guy for being a foot perv. She was giving him JOI, only using her finger and thumb in slow motions, obviously chucking in a little small-penis humiliation at the same time.



It was only a few more moments and Sara ended the chat, she stopped streaming and looked at me. 'He's a bit of a regular client of ours, he pretty much always wants the same thing, which is to see my bare soles flexing away in front of him as I humiliate him' Talking of which Nick'. She swivelled her chair round a little, repositioning her feet so her soles were facing me. She leaned back a little in her chair, arms above her head having a big stretch. I couldn't help but admire her svelte form.



'Lacy's away for a while, she shouldn't be too long, so it's just the 2 of us and whoever I am entertaining online. I hope you don't mind Nick, but every cloud has a silver lining wouldn't you say?' She wiggled her toes as she said this. 'Why don't you scoot forward a little and bury your nose between my toes Nick, you've not formally been introduced to my feet yet'.



I obliged, leaning forward and planting a kiss on her arch, my nose buried between her toes. I repeatedly alternated this, as she began tapping away on her keyboard again. 'Well what do you know Nick, one of my favourite little ballbustees has just signed in. He'll no doubt want me to switch fire to my feet trampling a dildo on the cold tiled floor - we could give him some real value for his money today if you're up for it Nick. Don't worry, no-one will see your face'.



I had sit back from the desk as Sara was again flaunting her soles on cam. She had begun chatting to the guy, he was apparently called Justin.



Muting her audio again, Sara said 'yep, as suspected he wants to see my bare feet trampling one of my dildos. Why don't you strip Nick and scoot under my desk'.



I couldn't strip quick enough, and quickly placed myself on my back under her desk. 'Not quite Nick, but close. This works better if you lay on your belly, facing away from me. That's it, now spread your legs, try and hook them around my desk legs'.



I felt Sara reach down and secure each of my legs to the table legs. I was spread wide open, and the floor was pretty cold. I felt Sara reach between my legs with one of her hands, and she non-too delicately pulled my package out from under me, letting it flop exposed on the tiles between my legs. I must have looked a right picture. A moment later I heard the door to the apartment open, and the unmistakeable sound of high heels clacking their way to the room.



'Oh hey Lacy, I've got Justin online, and guess who's volunteered to be stunt-cock for me?'



'Ni Nick' giggled Lacy, 'interesting predicament you've got yourself in there'



Sara was again chatting to Justin, telling him he was in for a big surprise today. She positioned a tripod and camera below the desk, positioned to capture her legs from the knee down, and my exposed lower half.



'Yes, my friend here has volunteered his balls for your little show today Justin. He will be well and truly living your fantasy as I trample on his poor nuts, but I'm more than certain he won't mind.'



I felt one of Sara's feet exploring between my thighs, before she planted her toes directly on my exposed nuts and began applying pressure.



Lacy had positioned herself in front of my face, still stood up, and was slowly dipping her right foot out of her high heel. I was mere centimetres away, and the sight of her bare heel, smooth creamy arch and the subtlest hint of the bottom of her toes which were still within the confines of her shoe. I was in sensation overload as Sara had begun stomping my balls into the cold tiles, not too hard, but it caused me to groan nonetheless.



'Oh, you want me to tiptoe on them Justin, and work his cock a little too. Can you imagine what it would feel like if I was doing this to you, well my lucky friend down there doesn't have to imagine.' She described to him in vivid detail the feeling of my genitals under her bare toes, he could no doubt hear me moaning occasionally as Sara picked up the tempo. Lacy had completely removed her foot from her heel by now, and was offering me her toes to suck on. Her foot was positioned such that her toes were in my mouth, with the sole of her foot running across my nose, to her little bare heel which was resting on my eye socket.



I heard Sara slide her chair back a little, 'time for the big finale', I felt step up onto my genitals again. It wasn't full weight, so I'm assuming she was leaning on her desk for support. She was alternating the pressure applied by the toes of each of her feet. One set of toes compressing my nuts and the base of my cock, the other set was on my cockhead.

'Squish, squish, squish' she said into her microphone. I was in exquisite agony, and comforted myself by sucking harder on Lacy's toes.



Seconds later I exploded, but Sara was absolutely relentless. For what felt like a further 5-6 minutes or so, she continued her barefoot assault of my package, milking every last drop of cum out of me.



'Do you think you could handle this must post-cum torment Justin? Do you think you would last for more than a couple of minutes under my pretty little bare feet tippy-toe trampling your little ballsies into sweet oblivion?'



I felt her step off my poor abused nuts. 'You were right last night Lacy, they felt bloody amazing under my toes, like rolling a couple of squash balls around. You can come out from under the desk now Nick, the show's over and we have some work to do.'