The rent was due, and they were nowhere close to having enough to cover it. Latina, with her dark, wavy hair and sultry brown eyes, tapped her fingers nervously on the table, her mind racing. Sandy, a blonde bombshell with a mischievous smile, twirled a strand of her hair, her bl*e eyes darting around the room as if searching for an answer that wasn't there.

“We're f*cked, aren't we?” Sandy finally muttered, her voice laced with frustration. She kicked off her trainers, revealing a pair of worn ankle socks, and rubbed her temples. “I've been looking for extra shifts, but no one's hiring. What the hell are we gonna do?”

Latina sighed, her full lips pressing into a thin line. “I don't know, Sandy. Maybe we can ask Finn for an extension? Beg him to give us a few more days?” She knew it was a long sh*t. Finn, their landlord, wasn't exactly known for his patience or generosity. Still, it was worth a try.

Before either of them could come up with a better plan, the sharp rap of knuckles on the door startled them both. Sandy's eyes widened as she glanced at Latina, who shrugged, her expression equally confused. “Who the hell could that be?” Sandy whispered.

Latina rose from her chair, her heart pounding as she made her way to the door. She hesitated for a moment before swinging it open, her breath catching in her throat when she saw Finn standing there, his arms crossed and a stern look on his face.

“Finn,” she managed, her voice trembling slightly. “What—what are you doing here?”

Finn's gaze flicked past her, taking in the disheveled state of the apartment. “Rent's due,” he said flatly, his deep voice cutting through the tension. “I've been patient, but I can't keep waiting. You girls need to pay up.”

Finn's expression softened slightly, though his eyes remained cold. “There *is* a way you could settle this,” he said, his gaze lingering on their feet. “But it's not going to be easy for either of you.”

Sandy frowned, her confusion evident. “What do you mean?”

Finn stepped closer, his presence dominating the small doorway. “I have... specific tastes,” he said, his voice low. “And I'm willing to overlook this month's rent if you're willing to indulge me.”

Latina's eyebrows furrowed. “What kind of tastes?”

Finn's lips curved into a smirk as he glanced down at their feet again. “Feet,” he said simply. “I have a thing for feet. And I've noticed you both have very... attractive ones.”

The girls exchanged a glance, their desperation warring with their discomfort. They were out of options, and as humiliating as it was, it was better than losing their house. “Fine,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “What do you want us to do?”

Finn's eyes gleamed with satisfaction. “First, take off your shoes and socks. Let's see what we're working with.”

Sandy hesitated, her hands trembling as she bent down to remove her trainers. Latina followed suit, her heart pounding as she peeled off her own socks, revealing her bare feet. Finn's gaze raked over them, his expression hungry.

“Good,” he murmured. “Now, I want you to suck each other's feet. Show me how much you want to keep this place.”

Sandy's jaw dropped, and Latina's cheeks b*rned with shame. But neither of them dared to protest. Slowly, they knelt on the floor, their eyes locked in a mixture of embarrassment and determination. Sandy reached for Latina's foot, her touch hesitant as she brought it to her lips. Latina did the same, her breath hitching as she pressed her mouth against Sandy's sole.

Finn watched intently, his hand drifting to the bulge in his pants as he began to stroke himself through the fabric. “Good girls,” he groaned. “Now, gag yourselves with each other's feet. I want to see you struggle.”

Latina's eyes widened at the command, but she nodded, pressing Sandy's foot deeper into her mouth. Sandy followed suit, her lips wrapping around Latina's toes as she fought to breathe through her nose.

“Suck each other's feet... until you gag.”

They obey. Hesitant at first... then deeper, hungrier. Toes shoved into wet mouths, tongues lapping at arches, the slap of skin on skin echoing through the room. Saliva drips down their chins as they stay in each other's scent, each other's soles.

And Finn, the cocky bastard, sits back — jeans open — stroking his thick d*ck, watching every humiliating second. Moaning. Drooling. J*rking harder.

While the landlord sees the fun he wants to join by worshipping their feet and soles. He wants to add more kinks to the visit and drops a roll of PVC tape. Next thing you see is Latina and Sandy Candy tied up with tape and gagged while Finn, the landlord is having so much fun with their feet, doing a foot job and cumming on their beautiful and tied soles.

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