The Office Lady's Secret Visit
"Ugh, damn it. What am I supposed to do with my life now?" I lay alone on my bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. It felt great to quit my job with such bravado, but now that I had to face the job market again, I didn't have the heart for it. "You brat, if you're out in society, you have to endure at least that much!" My parents scolded me, asking why I couldn't just hold it in instead of blowing up. They clearly forgot that they were the ones who taught me not to tolerate injustice when I was a kid.
"Eh, whatever." I stared blankly at my smartphone before forcing myself up. I’d been lazing around the house for the past few days, and now that I finally got up, I realized my beard was scruffy and my hair was greasy. If I met anyone in this state, my image would definitely be ruined.
Beep. Beep.
"...Huh?" My smartphone alarm went off. Who on earth would be contacting me at this hour? I felt a sudden, unnecessary surge of tension as I checked the screen.
"What the hell..." I never imagined that someone would contact me first—let alone a woman, a beauty, and specifically Shaitan of all people—to initiate a video call. I hurriedly pulled on a baseball cap and tilted the camera angle slightly upward.
[Master, are you outside?]
"Ah, no. Just... why are you calling?"
[Hmm... It’s not like I only call when there’s business, right? Between us.]
What kind of "us" are we? We were coworkers who both left the company—though "fired" would be a more accurate term—and we’d spent a night burning up the sheets together. Not even three full days had passed since then, and we’d only exchanged a few texts. If I’d known this would happen, I would’ve showered and been ready.
[Master, you’re at home right now, aren’t you?]
"Y-yeah, I am."
[Then I’ll be there in a moment.]
"What? Where are you right now?"
[I’m at the mart near your place, Master.]
"......."
Shaitan hung up with a fresh, bright smile. I threw the cap aside and frantically started tidying up the room. I shoved my scattered clothes into a pile and wiped away the traces of the delivery food and canned beer I’d ordered in a fit of anger. My hair!
Beep, beep-beep, beep. Click.
"Hello, Master."
"......Huh?"
Shaitan had let herself in with terrifying ease. Dressed in the same business suit she wore at the office, she scanned my room and smiled as if nothing were out of the ordinary. "Excuse me. Have you eaten?"
"A-ah, no."
"Then I’ll prepare something. Hehe, would you like to wash up in the meantime?"
Shaitan left the groceries from the plastic bag in the kitchen and leaned her face toward mine. Her purple eyes were locked onto me. "I... already washed up, you know?"
"......."
I immediately ran into the bathroom and started scrubbing every corner of my body. When I’d glanced at the items in the bag, I saw she’d even bought instant ramen, as if she planned to eat breakfast here tomorrow. Even if it was just my own wishful thinking, I was going to feed her ramen and send her home. What the hell is going on? Did I give her my address, or even my door code, while I was sleeping? I wondered, half-dazed, as I squeezed out body wash and scrubbed my entire body. A rich scent of lavender began to waft from my skin. It was a scent that felt like Shaitan was lingering right beside me.
"......What on earth is this?" I dried myself off and stepped out. I felt like I’d been in the shower for quite a while, and by the time I returned, Shaitan had tidied up the house and was sitting demurely on the bed. The kitchen was clean, but there were no signs of her actually cooking.
"......I thought you said we were having dinner?"
"You’re hungry, aren’t you, Master?" Shaitan collapsed onto the bed and giggled. "Would you like to eat?"
"......Of course. But, Shaitan." My throat went dry as I looked at the black stockings stretched out over the edge of the bed. The slender, beautiful lines of her legs visible through the sheer fabric were pulling at my gaze. "C-can you do me a favor?"
"Just say the word, Master. Anything."
"Well, you see..." I whispered carefully into her ear. Shaitan looked at me for a moment, let out a soft "pfft," and placed her arms behind her back. "Take it out."
"R-right."
I pulled down my trousers and underwear. My cock was already fully erect, smelling of the rich lavender scent, and Shaitan grabbed it between her feet, still wearing her black stockings.
"I never imagined you had this kind of preference, Master."
"I’ve always wanted to try a footjob from someone wearing stockings... just once." I revealed my desire without holding back. For some reason, I felt like I could be completely honest with Shaitan, and she didn't seem to mind my request at all.
"Then I’m glad. ...I’ve wanted to try this on you, too, Master."
Shaitan slowly pulled her knees toward herself. Her feet, held parallel, were drawn in, and at the same time, my cock was caught between her soft soles and stroked once. "Hhhnnng."
The sensation of her feet slowly milking me sent a chill down my spine. Shaitan was truly an experienced woman. If there were professionals in the art of sex, Shaitan might not be world-class, but she was definitely a national-level player.
"Hehe." Shaitan smiled and lifted one foot. She gently gripped my glans with her thumb and index toe. Her toes, free of any calluses, were as soft as a cat’s paw pads. Squeeze.
"H-hkk?!"
Shaitan clamped down on my glans with her toes. Then, she began to twist my cock like a joystick. A wide 360-degree turn clockwise, then two wide turns counter-clockwise. She brushed from bottom to top in a zigzag pattern, then drew a 'V' shape before rotating again. The stimulation of my entire cock moving sent my vision into a blur of white. I hadn't ejaculated yet, but I let out a silent moan of pleasure.
"Hehe, does it feel good?"
Squish, squish. The pre-cum leaking from my urethra smeared onto her stockings, making them glisten. Shaitan used that fluid as lubricant and began to attack my cock even more aggressively with her feet.
"Master, just feel it and enjoy."
Shaitan gripped my cock between her feet like a sausage in a hot dog. Her feet moved back and forth, rubbing the sides of my penis.
"Haa... this is great."
"What is it that you like so much?"
"An OL stocking footjob. How could it not be great? Especially when it’s you doing it."
"...Pfft, then, Master."
Shaitan dug her big toe into the base of my cock and pushed up very slowly. With the strength of her toes, my member began to surge toward the ceiling. "You’re quite worked up, aren’t you?"
"O-obviously."
"Then you should naturally let it out..."
Squish, squish. Shaitan wrapped her feet around my member and began to shake it back and forth in earnest. Usually, a footjob is done with the woman on top, looking down at the man, but since I was standing and Shaitan was lying down using her feet, it felt like a brand-new experience.
"Will you let it out inside me? Hehe. Or..."
Squish. Shaitan aligned her toes and heels, trapping my cock between her feet. "Doesn't this feel just like... down there?"
Perhaps because of the curved shape of her soles, or perhaps because of the positioning, the lecherous demon in my head perceived her soles as if they were her labia. I couldn't help but sway my hips back and forth at the dizzying sensation.
"Hhhnnng."
Her stocking-clad feet, warm from being inside her shoes after walking around outside, felt incredible. If not for the texture of the fabric, it would have felt exactly like I was thrusting into a real hole. And the situation didn't end with just slow thrusting between her feet.
"Then, I’ll do it for real. I trust you know where to go if you feel like you’re going to finish. Hehe."
Squeeze! Shaitan pressed her soles against my pubic bone and pushed my cock down. Then she pulled it back slightly and began to move her feet back and forth rapidly, stimulating my penis. Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack!
"Hhhkkkk!"
I nearly lost my breath. Shaitan’s footjob was incredibly intense. The technique she used, occasionally using her toes like fingers, was beyond words.
"This is the last one. Get ready... to finish."
Shaitan placed my member between her thumb and index toe. Then, using her remaining toes, she pressed down on my glans, urging me to ejaculate.
"Master, splurt!"
"Hhhkkk?!"
I let out a scream as it felt like my essence was being forcibly extracted. The semen being sucked from my testicles hit Shaitan’s soles, and as if that weren't enough, it sprayed all over her black stockings.
"T-this...?"
It was such a massive amount that it was hard to believe it had come from a human. It was enough to fill at least two and a half shot glasses. I was horrified at how strong my own stamina was.
"Haa, haa."
Shaitan rubbed her legs together, spreading my semen all over her legs. "Master’s... I think this will be good for my skin."
"Whoa."
Shaitan pressed her feet together to show off the semen splattered on her lower body. At the same time, she spread her legs slightly, pointing to the area hidden by the shadow of her skirt. "You can still do more, right?"
"Shaitan."
I knelt before her and placed my hand over her crotch. "I’ll take responsibility for you for the rest of my life, for real."
"......Hehe."
Shaitan just smiled. I poured my sincerity into my hand as I grabbed the stockings covering her secret place and twisted. Riiip. A hole appeared in the stockings. My mouth went dry at the sight of the deep purple underwear beneath. I didn't want to take them off, but to explore inside, I had to.
"Master, take a good look."
"Uh...?"
I pulled the panties resting on her mound apart. The fabric parted like the Red Sea, revealing her bare skin. "This is my 'winning' underwear."
"...So you were fully prepared to do this?"
"Of course."
Shaitan pulled her knees back and lifted her lower body. "I am always prepared for you, Master."
"......Khh."
Tears welled up in my eyes. There was only one thing I could do for Shaitan. "I’m going to make you feel so good, so enjoy it. Got it?"
"Of course. ...Please, thrust into me, Master."
I thrust and thrust and thrust until her black stockings turned white.
"Was it good, honey?"
"It was the best..."
Foot-Jabr stroked the hair of the woman lying next to him. The woman, having even removed her ear ornaments, trembled as she received his touch in the nude. "It’s nice. It’s been a while since I’ve been with a human, so it feels really good."
"...A while? A human?"
"Ah. ...I was starving. Hehe."
It felt like she’d dodged the question, but Foot-Jabr decided not to say anything. "But, Fairy, is this really the end of it?"
"What? Can you still go? You’re not even hard anymore."
"...That hurts my pride a little, but I mean, is there anything I need to pay or anything?"
"Pfft." The rabbit fairy covered her mouth and giggled. "There’s no such thing here. I invited you because I wanted to, honey. This is just a place where you can enjoy yourself lightly whenever you want. Yes, freely, if you wish. With anyone."
The rabbit fairy rose from the bed and approached the table. She was completely naked, but at Foot-Jabr’s request, she was still wearing the semen-stained stockings. "Ah, found it."
The rabbit fairy rummaged through a drawer under the table and pulled out a piece of paper. Then, she applied some red substance from a mirror to her lips and kissed the paper. "Here, a coupon book."
"What?"
"It’s a coupon book. Every time you come, you’ll get a stamp like this. If you collect them all... hehe, you get a chance to have the fairy do whatever you want for a day, or something like that."
"I see..."
Foot-Jabr realized the true nature of the coupon book. It was a vicious method to keep people coming back, making them feel like a single visit wasn't enough. "If I come again, will I be able to meet you?"
"Hmm, who knows? I called you today because I wanted to, but next time, the real 'players' will be waiting."
"Real players...?"
"Yeah, yeah. Older sisters with techniques that can’t even be compared to mine. How about it, want to try it once?"
Foot-Jabr gulped as he watched the woman sit on the edge of the table and lift her feet. He had tasted heaven because of those moderately sized, soft feet. How much better could it be if he met someone else? "......No, I want to be with you next time, too."
"Are you going to ask me to step on you again then?"
"Of course."
"Suit yourself. Then sleep well. You don’t have to go down today."
"Sleep? No, I have to stand guard... I..."
Maybe it was because it had been so long. Foot-Jabr quietly fell asleep.
[I’m sorry, honey! I’ll never do it again!]
[Hehe, who’s your honey! You brat who hasn't even dried behind the ears, running off with that woman! Because of you, Hand has been growing up without a mother!]
And in his dream, he took revenge by ravaging his runaway wife in front of the young man. In reality, he quietly shed tears of happiness, lost in the dream.