"They're still too tight," Cindy said. "Look, I really…"

"Oh, I hope I ain't hurt your pretty feet forcing 'em into tight shoes." He pulled the shoes off and started rubbing her toes.

Cindy giggled nervously. "Don't!"

She tried to pull her feet away.

The salesman held on. He took a firmer hold on her feet, his fingers and thumbs digging in as he massaged.

"Just relax. I'm a man who knows about girls' feet. I'm an expert of sorts. Yes sir, a real expert on pleasing a lady's feet. You got pretty feet, girl. Yes sir, real pretty."

Cindy couldn't deny that the massage felt good, but she couldn't relax in the presence of this strange salesman. His face was all red, sweat beaded on his forehead, and he was breathing louder and faster by the second.

"You're a real pretty farm-girl," he said. "Ain't seen a farm-girl pretty as you in a long time."

He leaned forward suddenly and kissed her feet. Before Cindy could pull back, he was sucking her toes.

Cindy started to gasp and pant, partially with panic, partially with excitement. The man's hot tongue slithered between her toes. His fat lips smacked. Itchy, sexy sensations shot through her feet and toes. Her cunt started to throb. Her tits swelled in her blouse, her nipples pressing against the white cotton fabric.

"I have to go inside," she said. "I really have to go! I have chores to do!"

"Relax," the man said.

He licked her feet all over and rubbed her spit wet toes on his chubby, stubbly cheeks. He lapped at her soles, licked between her toes, and sucked her toes like a calf.

"Gorgeous farm-girl feet," he muttered. "Oh man!"

Cindy squirmed on the porch swing, not knowing what to do, hardly able to think. The sensations caused by the man's foot-licking and toe-sucking made her want to shove her hand down in her jeans and stick a finger up her pussy and jerk-off.