Title: Super Foot Girl
Fandom: Superman The Animated Series
Characters: Angela Chen, Kara Kent/Supergirl
Planned With: Salamander Blue
Tags: Foot Fetish, Asian, Human Footstool, Stomping, Unmasking, Foot Kissing, Foot Licking, Shoe Sniffing, Office Foot Worship, Mature Woman, Teen Girl, Sweaty Feet, Lotion, Yuri, Tickling, Nylons, Nylon-clad Feet, Kicking, Femdom, Vinegary Feet, Exhibitionism, Spit, Multiple Orgasm, Masturbating
Kara sighed as she stood up from her desk, stretching her arms over her head and cracking her neck, rising onto her tip toes. She was finally finished her article and proof read it, all she had to do was click send and she would be finished for the evening, someone would proof read her article again and send it to be print off in tomorrows' issue of The Planet. Her fingers ran through the ponytail of her brunette wig out of habit before sliding her chair back under the desk and stepping out of her cubical.
She was about to head towards the lift when the door of the office at the far side of the floor opened up and an Angela Chen stepped out, she was an Asian woman with ebony hair reaching her shoulders, she wore a yellow blouse with a pale collar, a dark designer jacket over it, a black miniskirt, long dark stockings vanishing beneath it with a pair of black open-toed shoes.
Kara paused in her step as an alluring musty scent with a trace of something like apples teased her small nose. Her mouth turned dry and her pale blue eyes glazed over, she turned and looked over at the office, Angela had vanished into the kitchen. Kara pulled down her glasses to the edge of her nose and looked through the wood of Angela's enclosed desk, her cheeks turned pink as she found spied a pair of very well-worn, sneakers in the corner of the desk.
Kara glanced around the room, nearly everyone had gone home by now, and only one or two were actually sat at their desks, focused on their computer screens. She pushed up her glasses and with another glance at the still open office she gave into temptation and shakily crossed the distance to it. Her heart began to pound in her chest; she could actually feel the thudding in her head. She looked over her shoulder for one last check before dashing into the office and dropping to her knees beside Angela's chair and crawling under her desk. She picked up one of the shoes, she shivered as she felt the loose fabric of the sneaker in her hands, she could almost feel how often they were worn. Her fingers dipped inside, her pussy shivered as her fingers dipped into the cool damp fabric.
'Oh fuck…' Kara bit her lower lip and pressed the opening to her face, the tip of her nose sunk into the heel of the insole and she inhaled. The strong musky scent enveloped her mind, she fell forward, her back curving, her face pressing the shoe into the floor as she began inhale the scent as if her very life depended on it, her eyes rolled back, her panties pulled tightly against her pussy as she rubbed her thighs together.
Angela stepped back into her office, a mug of freshly made coffee in hand and softly closed the door behind her, she walked around her desk and placed the drink by her company laptop. Kara froze under the desk as she heard the sudden scraping of the mug above her. Angel turned her chair round and sat herself down, she pulled herself in without looking down and picked out her legs for comfort only to feel her heels hit something hard and rest atop it.
She frowned and jerked back, pushing her seat back out and looking down, her eyes widening as she was met with the site of the newest intern, Kara curled up and under her feet like a little footrest. Angela felt her cheeks warm and a familiar warmth spreading between her legs.
"Kara?" Angela asked softly, a hungry gleam in her eyes, her toes curled as the brunette turned to look up at her, her sneaker still pressed to her face. Angela licked her lips. "What are you doing?" she began to move her foot down from Kara's side, the young girl shivered beneath her touch until finally it reached the opening of her skirt.
"A-Angela uh…fancy meeting you here," Kara replied, her voice muffled by the shoe still pressed to her face, and the adorable blush adorning her cheeks made the image beyond delicious, Angela slid her foot beneath Kara's skirt, the brunette squeaked into the shoe as she suddenly felt a soft pressure on her crotch.
"Enjoying my shoe?" Angela asked as she applied more pressure with her foot, Kara moaned into her shoe, she felt a sudden throb between her legs, and Angela had to suppress a low mewl.
"Uh…I can…explain." The shoe was still against her face, and her legs were opening slightly at their own accord as she stared up at her Asian superior like a deer caught in the headlights. Angela crossed her legs, dangling her other foot in front of Kara's face, her heel lifting from the shoe; she wiggled the shoe as she scrunched her toes.
"Kiss it."
Kara hesitated, her heart nearly leaping from her chest, her eyes now locked on the bouncing shoe. Her back arched as Angela applied more pressure between her legs, her pussy throbbing against the sole of the shoe.
"Kiss. It." Angela repeated.
Kara finally lowered the shoe from her face; there was a faint imprint in the shape of the shoe opening around her nose, through her cheeks and at the very base of her bottom lip. She pursed her lips and moved her face forward, they touched the front of the shoe, her pussy trembled as she felt Angela's nylon clad toenails brush her upper lip.
"Good girl." Kara felt another euphoric throb between her legs, Angela's comment nearly driving her over the edge. "Now kiss my toes." There was no hesitation this time, Kara leaned forward and pressed her lips against the silky surface of the dark toes, the musky scent of sweat and apple scented foot lotion filling her nose, she savoured the moment, the kiss lasting seconds longer than it should.
Angela's foot suddenly lurched forward, lightly kicking Kara's lips, she leaned back in surprise, she had felt no pain from the strike but it had caught her off-guard. Angela smiled.
"Now you may remove my shoe." Kara reached out and carefully took hold of the dangling shoe before slowly easing it off her foot, a pleasurable shiver traveling down her spine as her thumb and index finger touched the warm, moist fabric of her nylons. Angele wiggled her toes and rotated her foot as the shoe was pulled away, enjoying the freedom.
Kara cradled the shoe in her hand, and when she finally tore her eyes from the older woman's mesmerizing toes and looked down her mouth began to water as she could clearly see the indent of its owners foot to the point she could nearly make out the wrinkles imprinted from her sole. She let her fingers slide over the exposed toe section, trembling as she traced bumps and indents made by her glorious toes.
"I've had these shoes for two years; I've worn them every day at work." Angela paused, her toes scrunching again in anticipation, running her tongue over her lips. "Smell them, smell my stinky, sweaty work shoes." Each word seemed to enhance her euphoria, she wanted to plunge her fingers into her snatch and force the shoe against Kara's face with her foot.
Kara pushed her face into the shoe; it was still warm, still wet. Her hips bucked against Angela's still shoed foot as she came hard from the glorious feeling, this made Angela press even harder and Kara's toes scrunched in her flats. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, drops of sweat flew up her nose, staining the inner walls, her eyes began to water, and she let out a shuddering moan, tossing her head back and barely missing the desk wall. Oh how Kara wished she could run her tongue along the shoe and savour every drop of her superior's foot sweat as if it was a fine wine.
Angela was starting to audibly pant, her tongue was dry and her pussy was sopping wet, she was certain when she stood up there'd be a puddle on her seat, the image of Kara licking her seat of her pussy juices flashed before her eyes. She couldn't take it, she thrust her leg forward, her sole slammed into Kara's face, the brunette let out a startled gasp as she was pushed back, the shoe fell from her hand and onto the carpeted floor and her glasses flew off her face, hitting the wall of the desk, the lenses breaking before they even hit the floor.
"Mmm…" Angela moaned as she pushed Kara's head into her desk walls, pinning her in place, she could feel her small nose pressed into the arch of her foot. She scrunched her toes, grabbing at her hairs. "Smell it! Smell my foot, my dirty sweaty foot!" she commanded, louder than she meant but she didn't care, her breast was heaving, her nipples rubbing against her bra, her pussy twitching, she was so hot.
Kara gasped harshly, breathing heavily through her mouth as she felt the hot, wet sole firmly pressing against her face, the soft, soaked hot fabric felt incredible, she could feel toe prints forming on her forehead with each flex of her divine digits. Her eyes burned as the strong stench of her vinegary scented sweat stung them. She sniffed; fresh drops of sweat shooting up her nose, the stench of vinegar mixed with the weakened, near sweated away scent of apples filled her being. Her mouth watered and she began taking deep long sniffs, taking in as much of the Asian woman's stinky feet as she could, she was in heaven.
"Oh yes…smell them…" Angela moaned, starting to grind her foot against Kara's face, enjoying the feeling of her smooshed nose against her foot, her face was a doormat for her sweaty feet. She closed her eyes, picturing herself coming home from work, stepping in side, Kara's face in a hole cut in the floor, and she'd wipe her shoes on her like a literal doormat. She started dragging her foot down Kara's face, wiping her sweaty sole on her like the doormat she was, her toes traced over her lips.
"Fuck…take them off…take them off with your teeth…" she whispered, her hips bucking when she felt the girl's timid teeth nip her tight, sweaty nylons and start to pull. "Fuck yes…" she peeled back her skirt, allowing Kara a clear view of her stained black panties, her juices leaking through, the fabric clinging to her cunt, showing off her beautiful lips through them. She began to peel back the nylons and stopped.
Kara took the hint, she leaned forward, keeping the inch of nylon nipped between her teeth, she reached up the dark legs, stroking the soft fabric, moaning as she strained more and more against Angela's shoe, she felt like her shoeprint would forever be imprinted into her pussy. She began to peel the fabric back and down her legs, her heart sped up as her beautiful, slender legs were exposed and she neared her ankle. Angela began to pull her foot back, the fabric was removed, and her exotic, naked, sweaty was dangling in front of her face, nylons hanging limply between from her lips.
Angela bit her lower lip, savouring the image of her nylon dangling from Kara's lips like she were a naughty puppy. Her foot lurched forward again and she forced her big toe between the brunette's lips, her pussy throbbing at the startled squeal from the girl, she wiggled her toe, moaning softly as she her warm, wet tongue brush the space between her toe and toenail, while her nylon acted like a royal cushion for her toe. Kara didn't need any further instruction and started to suck, Angela arched her back, moaning and scrunching her toes, panting as she felt the harsh sucking sensations of the girl.
"Oh yes…good girl…" she moaned, Kara ran her tongue under Angela's toe, the Asian woman let out a strange sound of a moan and a giggle, her toe suddenly pinning her tongue, her toes were so sensitive.
The door swung open, hitting the wall. Angela's eyes shot open. Mr. Perry White was standing in the doorway, looking right at her. She felt like her heart was about to jump out of her throat. She was frozen, suddenly very aware of her naked leg, of her foot in a co-worker's mouth, and her other foot against her pussy, she pressed a little harder and felt a low moan around her toe, but thankfully it was barely audible.
"Miss Chen, I need your piece on the downtown fire, we're closing up in an hour." Her eyes drifted to the corner of her computer, it was nearly 9pm.
"R-Right…" Kara began circling the base of Angela's toe with the tip of her tongue, she tried to jerk her foot back but Kara took hold of her leg and easily held it in place. "Well…I've nearly got it…" she was cut off again when felt Kara's fingertips begin to dance along her sole, she grit her teeth and felt her throat start to shake with the threat of laughter.
"Miss Chen are you feeling alright?" he stepped closer and placed a hand on her desk, looking at her with an expression of concern, Angela felt like she was about to explode at both end, to erupt into laughter and flood her panties with cum, all Perry would have to do is lean forward and he'd easily see her exposed leg, and then he'd find Kara. She began panting and had to nip her lips together and try to breathe threw her nose, snorting slightly.
"F-Fine…" he voice was quivering, "it's nearly…fini-finished…I'll have it sent…in about twen-twenty minutes." Sweat was materializing on her forehead.
"Okay…you know…you don't look so good…"
"I-I'm…" a giggle slipped past her lips and she drew her thighs as close together as she could with Kara holding her leg. "Fine…" Perry didn't look convinced.
"Take tomorrow off, rest up." He turned to leave, Angela tried to open her mouth to argue but had to slam her hand over her face to smother another burst of laughter eager to escape; Kara's fingers were moving even faster. "No arguments, if you come in tomorrow I'll just send you home."
"O-Okay…" was all she could say. The door shut and after a few seconds of waiting, Angela let loose and erupted into a fit of laughter and struck out with her foot, kicking Kara's face as hard as she could, it hurt her sole a little but she felt so good she didn't care.
"Such a bad girl," Angela groaned, her hand finally sliding between her thighs, she was glaring at the girl under her feet. "Lie down." She lay down as best she could. Angela's fingers dipped into her panties and just as her fingertips caressed her lips she brought her foot down hard and stomped on Kara's face. "Oh fuck!" she thrust herself against her fingers; her sopping pussy eagerly devoured three fingers.
Kara moaned into her the hot, sweaty sole when it struck her face. Stamping on her like she was a bug or a doormat and she was trying to rid her glorious foot of some stubborn dirt, she extended her tongue, shivering at the glorious salty taste. Angela began to grind her foot, pressing harder and harder as she started to slide her fingers in and out of her pussy. Kara felt her wig start to push back but she didn't care, if anything it made her pussy throb harder against her superior's stinky shoe.
"Oh…oh…yes…" Angela panted in a whisper, trying to tease her clit while continuing to finger her hungry pussy, she could feel herself getting closer and closer, after so much, she was on the edge. Her toes curled, she could feel Kara…the bitch beneath her stinky foot…she needed more…she wanted to show her, her place. She needed more. She lifted her foot and stomped down, hard.
Kara cried out into the meaty sole, her moans muffled, she felt like Angela was trying to stamp her foot stink and shape into her face forever, her hips thrust of their own accord. Angela's back arched, her hips bucked. More. She began to stomp her face repeatedly, any thoughts for her safety gone. With each slam she was brought closer and closer to her moment of ecstasy. Again and again. Her toes slammed against Kara's forehead, pushing her wig further back.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Angela cried out, not thinking of her co-workers, she leaned back in her chair and with one final stomp she came hard, her juices gushing out all over her hand, her chair and even squirting, splashing Kara's chest and raining on the office carpet. As soon as she felt that final stomp Kara felt another orgasm rock her body, she was certain she had stained Angela's shoe, the thought of being made to clean it with her own tongue led to a second simultaneous orgasm, further prompted by the sudden warm splash on her chest.
Angela, breathing heavily, still leaning back, looked down under her desk. She saw blonde hair. Slowly she sat herself up, still panting like a bitch in heat, she looked under her desk. The wig was now on the floor, and now under her stinky feet there was no Kara Kent, but rather the sweaty, dirty heroine, Supergirl. Her cheeks lifted into a smile, she leaned down, her heart pounding, she had made a super hero, the girl of steel herself lick her sweaty feet and stomped on her like she was nothing but a doormat. No, she was her doormat. The doormat of steel, fit for multiple use.
When their faces were nearly touching and she could clearly see her the outline of her own foot made of her sweat and grime, her pussy throbbed again. Kara was staring at her with a mixture of fear and desire, a delicious sight. Angela took a single light sniff, her nose crinkled at the stench of her vinegary foot sweat.
"You smell like my feet, I guess that means you're mine now." And to punctuate her words she lightly took hold of the girl's chin, her lips parted like a fish's and she spat into it. Kara shuddered and swallowed. She was hers, she belonged under her stinky feet, her pussy quivered; this felt so right.
"My Super Foot Girl."
A/N I hope you all enjoyed this chapter and thank you Salamander blue for helping me plan this one out and helping with characterization. I feel this is one of my best chapters so feedback would be appreciated, please review.