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The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a golden glow over the city as Kitty the Temptress stood at her bedroom window, her long, silver blue hair cascading down her back like a river of moonlight. Her blue-green eyes sparkled with mischief as she gazed out at the bustling streets below, her mind already buzzing with anticipation. It was frisky Friday, and Kitty was in the mood for something—or other, someone—special. Her fingers drummed lightly against the glass, her sharp nails tapping out a rhythm that matched the restless energy coursing through her veins. She was horny, and not just a little. Her craving was insatiable, a hunger that only her most devoted admirer could satisfy.

With a sly smile, Kitty grabbed her phone and dialed the number she knew by heart. The call connected quickly, and a deep, intellectual voice answered on the other end. “Hello?”

“Darling,” Kitty purred, her voice low and sultry. “It’s Kitty. I need you. Now.”

There was a brief pause, as if the man on the other end was processing her words, before he replied, his tone eager yet respectful. “Of course, Kitty. I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”

“Good boy,” she cooed, ending the call with a soft click. Kitty’s lips curved into a triumphant smirk as she turned away from the window, her bare feet padding silently across the plush carpet. Her lair, as she liked to call it, was a sanctuary of sensuality—dimly lit, with candles flickering on every surface, their scents mingling in the air. The room was a testament to her dominance, adorned with silk scarves, leather restraints, and a collection of footwear that would make any foot fetishist weak at the knees.

She slipped into her dressing room, her movements graceful despite her age. At sixty, Kitty was a vision of youthful beauty, her body slender yet curvy, her breasts full and natural, her waist slim. But it was her feet that were her crowning glory—high arches, wrinkled soles, and toes that begged to be worshipped. Tonight, she chose a pair of red stiletto heels, the kind that screamed power and seduction. She buckled them on, admiring the way they accentuated her legs before stepping back into the bedroom.

The doorbell rang precisely twenty minutes later, and Kitty’s heart fluttered with anticipation. She took a deep breath, smoothing her silk robe over her curves, and sauntered to the door. With a dramatic flourish, she opened it to reveal her adoring fan, standing there in all his handsome glory.

At thirty-five, he was the epitome of rugged charm—hazel eyes that crinkled at the corners, brown hair neatly trimmed, and a beard that framed his strong jawline. He was dressed in a tailored suit, his briefcase in hand, but his gaze was fixed on Kitty, hunger and devotion warring in his expression.

“Kitty,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “You look… incredible.”

“Do I now?” she teased, stepping aside to let him in. “Come in, darling. I have something special planned for you.”

He followed her into the bedroom, his eyes widening at the sight of the candles and the soft, sensual music playing in the background. Kitty could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw clenched as he tried to maintain his composure. She smirked, knowing exactly how to unravel him.

“First,” she said, her voice commanding yet playful, “we start with a massage. You look like you’ve been carrying the weight of the world on those broad shoulders of yours.”

He nodded, setting his briefcase down and beginning to unbutton his shirt. Kitty watched with satisfaction as he revealed his muscular chest, his skin flushed with anticipation. She gestured to the massage table in the corner of the room, and he obediently lay down, face first, his breath coming in short gasps.

Kitty poured warm oil into her palms, rubbing them together to heat it before placing her hands on his back. Her touch was firm yet gentle, her fingers working the knots in his muscles with practiced ease. She started at his shoulders, her thumbs pressing deep into the tense flesh, before moving down his spine, her hands gliding over his skin in slow, deliberate strokes.

“Mmm,” he groaned, his body relaxing under her touch. “You have magic hands, Kitty.”

“Do I now?” she repeated, her voice a whisper in his ear. “Just wait, darling. This is only the beginning.”

Her hands wandered lower, tracing the contours of his back, his sides, her touch teasing and tantalizing. She could feel his arousal growing, his breath hitching as her fingers brushed against the waistband of his pants. Kitty smirked, knowing she had him exactly where she wanted him—putty in her hands, his lust ignited but not yet satisfied.

“Turn over,” she commanded, her voice soft but firm.

He did as he was told, his eyes fluttering open to meet hers. His gaze was clouded with desire, his lips parted as if he wanted to speak but couldn’t find the words. Kitty’s heart raced at the sight of him, her own desire mirroring his. She leaned over him, her breasts brushing against his chest, her breath hot against his ear.

“Now,” she whispered, “it’s time for the main event.”

She stood, her movements deliberate, and began to unbuckle her heels. His eyes followed her every move, his pupils dilating as she slipped her feet out of the shoes, revealing her bare soles. Kitty knew the effect her feet had on him—the high arches, the wrinkled soles, the perfectly painted toenails. She placed one foot on the bed, her toes curling slightly as she watched him watch her.

“Worship me,” she commanded, her voice dripping with dominance.

He didn’t hesitate. With a reverence that bordered on religious, he reached out, his hands cupping her foot, his thumbs stroking the arch. His touch was tender, his lips pressing kisses to her skin, his tongue tracing the contours of her sole. Kitty closed her eyes, a soft moan escaping her lips as he sucked her toes into his mouth, one by one, his tongue swirling around them with expert precision.

“Good boy,” she murmured, her hands tangling in his hair. “You know how to please your mistress.”

His worship was meticulous, his devotion absolute. He kissed every inch of her feet, his breath hot against her skin, his hands massaging her ankles, her calves. Kitty felt her own arousal building, her core throbbing with need. She wanted more—needed more. With a sharp tug on his hair, she pulled him away from her feet, her eyes locking with his.

“Enough,” she said, her voice sharp. “It’s time for the real fun to begin.”

She pushed him back onto the bed, her hands tearing at his clothes, her lips crashing down on his in a kiss that was anything but tender. Her tongue invaded his mouth, her teeth nibbling on his lips, her hands roaming over his body with urgency. He responded eagerly, his hands gripping her waist, his lips moving hungrily against hers.

Kitty broke the kiss, her breath coming in short gasps as she straddled him, her hands reaching behind her to unfasten her robe. It fell away, pooling at her feet, leaving her naked and exposed. His eyes widened at the sight of her, his hands reaching up to cup her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples.

“Touch me,” she commanded, her voice hoarse with desire. “Make me feel it.”

His hands were everywhere, his touch desperate yet reverent. He kissed her neck, her shoulders, his lips trailing down her body, his tongue tasting her skin. Kitty moaned, her head falling back as he sucked her nipples into his mouth, his teeth grazing her sensitive flesh. Her hands tangled in his hair, her nails scraping his scalp as she urged him lower.

“Lower,” she whispered, her voice a plea. “I need you.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. With a hunger that matched her own, he kissed his way down her body, his tongue tracing the path to her core. Kitty spread her legs, her hands gripping the sheets as he settled between her thighs, his breath hot against her wetness. His tongue dipped into her, his lips sucking gently, his fingers teasing her clit. She cried out, her body arching off the bed, her hips bucking against his mouth.

“Fuck,” she gasped, her voice raw. “Don’t stop.”

He didn’t. His tongue was relentless, his lips devouring her, his fingers plunging into her with a rhythm that had her teetering on the edge of orgasm. Kitty’s breath came in short, sharp gasps, her body tense as she fought to hold back. She wanted more—needed more. With a sharp tug on his hair, she pulled him away, her eyes wild with desire.

“Inside me,” she commanded, her voice desperate. “Now.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. With a growl, he shed his remaining clothes, his erection thick and throbbing. Kitty reached for the drawer beside the bed, her fingers closing around a condom. She ripped it open with her teeth, her hands shaking with anticipation as she rolled it onto him.

“On your back,” she ordered, her voice firm.

He obeyed, his eyes never leaving hers as she positioned herself above him, her hands guiding him to her entrance. She lowered herself slowly, her eyes fluttering closed as he filled her, his thickness stretching her, his length hitting her in all the right places.

“Kitty,” he groaned, his hands gripping her hips. “You feel so good.”

“Ride me,” she whispered, her voice a command.

She began to move, her hips rolling in a rhythm that was both sensual and urgent. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, her nipples tight and aching, her hair falling around her like a silver curtain. He reached up, his hands cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples as she rode him with abandon.

“Harder,” she gasped, her voice a plea. “I need it harder.”

He flipped her onto her back, his hands gripping her hips as he took control, his thrusts deep and relentless. Kitty cried out, her nails digging into his back, her body tensing as pleasure coiled tight within her. His lips crashed down on hers, his tongue dueling with hers as he fucked her with a ferocity that left her breathless.

“Cum with me,” he growled, his voice hoarse. “Cum for me, Kitty.”

His words were her undoing. With a cry that was equal parts pleasure and release, Kitty’s body shattered, her orgasm ripping through her like a tidal wave. Her walls clenched around him, her hips bucking against his as he thrust into her one last time before following her over the edge, his release hot and intense.

They lay tangled together, their breaths coming in ragged gasps, their hearts pounding in unison. Kitty’s fingers traced lazy patterns on his chest, her lips curving into a satisfied smile.

“That,” she murmured, “was exactly what I needed.”

He chuckled, his hand brushing her hair back from her face. “Anything for you, Kitty.”

She smirked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Good boy. But we’re not done yet.”

His eyebrows shot up, his expression a mix of curiosity and anticipation. “Oh? And what else do you have planned?”

Kitty’s smile widened as she pushed herself up, her body still glowing with the aftermath of their passion. She reached for her feet, her toes curling as she wiggled them in front of his face.

“A foot job,” she purred. “To send you home with a bang.”

His eyes darkened with desire, his breath hitching as he sat up, his gaze fixed on her feet. Kitty positioned herself at the edge of the bed, her legs stretched out in front of her, her feet hovering just above his lap. She began to rub her soles against his chest, her toes teasing his nipples, her heels gliding over his skin.

“Mmm,” he groaned, his hands reaching out to grip her ankles. “Your feet are magic, Kitty.”

“Are they now?” she teased, her voice low and sultry. “Then let’s see if they can work their magic on you.”