Rachel takes the situation into her own "hands."

"Yes! I'm ready to cum on your feet!" John said, no longer able to hold back his excitement from Rachel. As he shamelessly admitted this though, Rachel had other plans in mind for John.

And in an act of defiance against John's wishes, Rachel stroked harder and faster with her toes against his dick, as if she really were trying her best to make him cum, and he nearly got to the point of no return until suddenly...

"Ughh!" John grunted involuntarily. Right as he almost got to that point of ejaculating, Rachel simply moved her feet up off his cock, like one half of a footjobbing motion.

His cock twitched violently in retaliation, but it wasn't enough for a ruined orgasm to happen. All he could do was buck his hips, alone in his room, as he watched the sudden change in events happening before his eyes.

"I'm sorry John, but it looks like you were one of the unlucky ones today." Rachel said, talking on as if she were casually reading from a teleprompter, and not jacking off someone's cock with her feet.

"That's right, your choice was only meant to set this whole scenario up. I'm sad to say, your cum won't be going anywhere near my perfect, pantyhosed feet, mister!" Rachel teased, as she began to move John's cock up into the air. She positioned it into such a way that she could give the cock a handjob while in a standing position.

"But if you don't want this, just don't twitch your cock when I do, this!" As Rachel said this, she took one of her hands, placed it around John's cock, but left her index finger on his glans, and began wriggling it violently across his body's most sensitive spot.

Needless to say, it was impossibly for John not to twitch his cock by Rachel doing this. Not only was John's cock twitching violently against Rachel's hand, while he was meanwhile at his own room, he was bucking his hips violently and trying to grab at his own crotch, only to find an empty space of nothingness. The sensations were so much that he couldn't even bring himself to speak, nor to stand up. He just laid sprawled on his own bed, at the very mercy of Rachel's small, petite, yet deadly hands.

"Hmph." Rachel said, as if she knew exactly what John was going to do.

"I guess we're moving on to the next part of the show then!" She continued, as she released John's cock from her grip. (her fingernails were painted black by the way)

John was in bliss, yet pure agony at the same time. He wasn't going to get to cum on Rachel's feet after all, but maybe she would make up for this change in plans somehow...