Wandering Feet

Chrisa and Lizzi were experienced young Polish callgirls working in Kiev. Both escorts were bisexual and worked for the same agency. They were both quite tall. Chrisa was blonde, while Lizzi had long mousy-brown hair. Both were quite busty, though Lizzi's chest was quite spectacular. If they were similar, it was for a good reason: the pair were sisters.

Chrisa, the eldest, usually made a point of taking charge of her pouting little sister. Leading the way to the hotel room which was to be the venue for this afternoon's outcall appointment, she rapped sharply on the door.

'Come in!' They did so. Inside was their client, Paul. He was probably in early middle age, though he looked older. He was bald, with a few wisps of dark hair remaining around the sides of his head. He looked like a writer or an academic.

As the bisexual escort girls entered the room he slapped his hands together. 'Excellent! Let's get straight down to business!' With that, he began to take his clothes off. Slightly bemused, the callgirl sisters started to do the same. 'No, no,' he said. 'You can keep your clothes on. For now. Just take your shoes off.'

They did so. The agency had told them that Paul had requested that they both wear their sheerest silk stockings. Suddenly it clicked: Paul was a foot fetishist.

He lay down naked on the floor between the bed and a chair, and motioned the girls each to sit on one. Chrisa took the chair while Lizzi bounced on the edge of the bed. Paul lay back and shut his eyes. Chrisa looked at her escort sister as if to say, 'do what I do.' Lizzi nodded silently, letting the more experienced older girl take the lead. Slowly, Chrisa ran her silk-covered toes over Paul's chest. Lizzi followed suit, drawing circles in his chest hair. They could see that his cock was stiffening. Without opening his eyes Paul reached out and grasped a slender calf in each hand, encouraging the escorts to move their feet lower down his body. They did so, working their toes and the soles of their small, feminine eastern European feet over his stomach and down to his groin. Lizzi pushed one of her feet between his legs and began to rub the smooth silk of her stocking against his perineum and the base of his scrotum. Paul groaned, and his cock grew hard. Removing her won feet for a second, Chrisa bent down and eased back his foreskin. Her sister, getting the message, tickled the tip of his glans with her big toe.

Paul began to breathe more deeply. 'Can you give me a foot-wank?' The escort girls looked at each other, alarmed: neither of them had come across this before, though it seemed quite self-explanatory. Paul seemed to sense the call girls' shock. 'Don't worry,' he said. 'It's very easy. Just make yourself comfortable and let your feet do the work. No hands allowed!'

Carefully, the sisters placed their feet around his hardening shaft. Chrisa put one of hers between his tummy and his cock, and lifted it up so it was pointing at the ceiling. On cue, Lizzi began to caress the shaft with her feet, splaying her legs so that her soles would push flat together with Paul's cock between them. She'd always been the athlete of the family, so Chrisa nodded to her to start doing some work on the shaft. Feet together, Paul's cock between them, Lizzi began to pump her slim, sexy thighs up and down so that Paul was masturbated as if by a huge hand. He was gasping already.

Chrisa, being a truly professional escort girl, decided that she had to add to the stimulation, too. There wasn't room around Paul's cock for her feet - if she'd put them there Lizzi wouldn't have been able to take the delightfully long pulls what were making the call girls' client go red in the face. Instead, Chrisa concentrated on using her toes to tickle and stimulate the base of Paul's cock and balls. She could feel them throbbing with pleasure.

As she felt her way around she sank lower and lower on the chair. Lizzi, on the bed opposite, was also nearly flat, propping herself up on her elbows, having found that the most comfortable position for her legs while pumping Paul's cock. Lizzi's skirt had run up around her slim upper thighs in the process - Chrisa could see right up it, and noticed with a start the sopping wet patch on her younger sister's panties. Clearly Lizzi was enjoying giving this as much as Paul loved receiving it. Chrisa could also see that Lizzi was dying to get a finger in her pussy.

'Don't let me stop you,' she mouthed, nodding her head in the direction of Lizzi's dripping snatch. Lizzi needed no more encouragement - seconds later her hand was between her legs, pulling the gusset of her panties aside and searching out her own clit. As she pumped Paul's cock she rubbed herself in time with her leg movements. She began to moan.

Feeling quite left out, Chrisa redouble her efforts with her toes around the base of Paul's cock. The outcall client clearly wasn't far from coming - he was breathing heavily and emitting load groans, as, come to mention it, was Lizzi.

In the end Paul and Lizzi came simultaneously. As she came, Lizzi did what she always did and thrust two finger deep into her pussy to mimic the cock she always wanted in there. Paul cried out, and shot a rich load of creamy cum all over the girls' stockings.

Lizzi looked up, recalling that her sister hadn't come. She got off the chair and went down on her knees on the floor. She used one hand to gently stimulate Paul's dripping, cum-soaked cock back to hardness. The other held Chrisa's leg still while Lizzi licked the cum off her stocking. She was methodical, pumping the cock with one hand while all the time licking up Chrisa's leg, moving her tongue nearer to her sister's pussy...