Yoogirls Foot Domination

1.27.2011

Nylon Femdom - A Fantasy Story

As she stood in her bathroom she could almost still feel his presence. Joan would know just were to look as she focused on the row of stockings that were laid out hanging on one of her bathroom towel rods. Several of her nylons were always in different stages of the hang to dry process. At first glance she didn't notice anything out of place, as always her stockings were placed perfectly in pair order, with her brown/beige stockings placed apart from her darker black/gray stockings.
That's when she spotted his mistake. There, on one of the stocking welts of the jet-black stocking was a shiny reflection of almost transparent silvery color. She picked up the delicate slippery stocking and ran it through her hands smoothly, slowly and very carefully. On the stocking welt, she spotted a very thin but still slightly damp stain, again there lower at mid calf, and larger stains on the dark reinforced heel and toes of the stocking. Joan was not surprised, as she knew the many weaknesses of men far too well, which had always excited her. This proof was all she needed to move forward with her plan.
With her new discovery she felt her own wetness begin to form between her legs and her breath quickened slightly, as Joan knew pre-cum stains when she saw them. Joan held the stocking to her face and picked up the faint pre-cum scent that was left there. She held back for a moment but she could not resist as she felt the overpowering urge to run her tongue against the damp seedy stains on her stockings.
Her mind raced with the thought of him in her bathroom, alone with the door locked and safe to do as he pleased with her stockings. How he must have held her stockings to his face as she was doing, how he stood there with his pants down around his ankles and began to slide her smooth stockings against and over his hard stiffening cock. Joan's breath deepened as she thought how he had to struggle too quiet his own deep breath and sounds of pleasure as he stroked his firm and sensitive shaft that was encased within the sheer nylon. How he must have been on the edge of orgasm often from the pre-cum markings all along her stocking. How he must have pulled her stocking away at the last second to spit his load wastefully into the toilet. How he must have been so frustrated to pull the sheer nylon away desperately wanting to unleash his full load of cum all over her glossy ultra sheer stockings.
As Joan looked closer to her row of stockings she then spotted something she almost missed, something that did surprise her. Her thought of an explanation on what she saw led to only one conclusion. A thought that surprising made her even more excited. Joan new from years of experience when stockings are dried after a washing they are still somewhat scrunched, not fully opened from being carefully hand wrung then placed on the towel rods to dry. One pair of stockings was fuller, more open than the rest, as if they had been worn then placed with great care back in perfect order with the others.
Joan knew not only did he fondle and jerk off with her stockings; he also had slipped a pair carefully up his own legs to complete his nasty deed. As careful as he was returning the stockings to their proper place with great detail not to get caught, this boldness act of wearing her nylons surprised her. His desire to also cross dress into stockings displayed that his weakness or fetish was even stronger than she expected.
It would not be the first time she would have fun with controlling a man that had a fetish for her stockings, or heels for that matter. The two always seemed to go together. She never met a guy with a strong stocking fetish that also did not have a high heel fetish.
Joan knew how to work them both, but this would be different. This was not just any other man she had met through her social life, or work, but a family member. This was Joan's young nephew David.
Joan's sister Jackie and her nephew David had just left from visiting. Like Joan predicted David could not keep his eyes off of her long shapely legs. She knew the poor young man suffered from his fetish badly, and like always David was waiting until the last minute before they left to use her bathroom to jerk-off from having that raging hard-on for hours.
Joan felt excitement and sensations deep in her belly that were moving quickly down to her loins. She felt her panties now fully damp, and her knees almost weaken with the thought of it all. Her handsome nephew David just turning eighteen had grown up fast. His young but strong athletic body excited her even more. Joan knew that at that age his hormones must have been going crazy, even more so suffering from such a strong and deep fetish. At that age David had to be jerking off and spit his seed daily. Such a waste of good sperm she laughed. Joan also knew it was time to teach the young man some women superiority lessons and discipline. Joan laughed to herself, knowing she held the key of control to David's weakness and fetish for stockings. The young man would not have a chance.
She could not wait to call and share her pre-cum stocking stained discovery with her sister. Even more so the new discovery of her nephew not only jerking off with her nylons in her bathroom, but asking her sister Jackie if she knew about her own son's submissive act of wearing stockings?
With only fourteen months in age difference between the sisters, they were often asked if they were twins. Both stood tall at 5'9" with stunning figures and legs to die for, as their girlfriends would say. The sisters were always very close even more so after the divorce of Jackie's husband years ago. As when younger they still shared the same wild streak in almost everything they did. The sisters always shared everything with each other and nothing was secret between the two. Anything dealing with sexuality had always been shared openly between them. They both still loved to share even the most intimate sexual date details with each other as they did early on when they both became sexually active. Jackie and Joan were both very dominating women. Both shared the very same woman superiority standards that they had learned from their mother while growing up. The sisters both joked often about either one of them loving to become a professional dominatrix. The sisters knew their shapely legs were their most powerful assets with men of all ages giving them the once over.
They always knew from experience just the right type of stockings to wear. Ultra sheer, very glossy full-fashioned seamed stockings with the big foot reinforcements that were so visual. Or if Joan ever wore seamless stockings they always had the big dark squared off reinforced heel and toe styles that made those nylon foot fetish men weak in the knees.
The sisters had learned from a young age that those stockings worked charms early on in high school and later in the work place, as well as in their social life. The sisters could spot a man with a stockings/heel fetish in no time, and knew just one sniff of their nylon foot or the scent of the damp leather soles of those well worn FM pumps would have him begging for more. One wiggle of a stocking foot under the nose of the weakest nylon footman would have him buying gifts upon gifts for them. Men with extreme fetishes are so weak, so easy. The sisters would often laugh at their simple feminine tools of power. Teasing the boys in school was one thing but teasing men was even more of a turn on.
Joan thought back.
Joan remembered a high school professor who had an intense stocking fetish. How Joan would sit in the front row making sure the professor had a clear view of her shapely legs incased in the sheerest of stockings. How she would let her high heel dangle from her nylon toes. How she could see sweat form on his brow as he could not take his eyes off her legs and high heels. Joan was to learn the full weakness of a man with a stockings/heels fetish.
Not doing well with her grade in Mr. Spears class Joan asked if she could stop by the class after school to discuss them. The small framed teacher nervously responded to the after school appointment time.
Joan made sure the hallways were empty and quiet as she approached Mr. Spear's classroom door. Joan thought maybe he might not wait as she was at least twenty minutes late, but she smiled as she felt the unlocked doorknob open smoothly in her hand. Joan had the feeling if she was an hour late the man would still be waiting for her.
There sat the professor shuffling papers on his desk as Joan entered the classroom. Joan could hear the sound of her spiked heels echo across the empty classroom floor as she approached Mr. Spear's desk. She could see Mr. Spears eyes were riveted on her approaching stiletto heels with every step she took. Joan knew she must have been quite a sight in her tight skirt, sheerest black stockings and her highest five-inch "fuck me" pumps.
Joan paid no mind to the empty chair that was just off to his left. She sat on the corner of Mr. Spear's desk and wasted no time in slowly crossing her legs, sending that slick swish sound of nylon against nylon through the dead quiet classroom. Joan did not even try to cover up her stocking tops and made sure the glossy dark bands of her stocking welts were in full view. And what a view of her legs Mr. Spears had. The low afternoon sunlight through the classroom windows cast a hazy glow of light that sparkled reflections off the ultra sheer flat knit nylon. The high gloss stockings in the room's filtered sunlight were a plus Joan did not even plan on, as she watched the soft glow dance across her long legs.
She slowly edged her legs closer to him as she began to ask what she could do to get her grades up. Mr. Spears was almost shaking in his chair not being able to take his eyes off her nylon encased legs that were just inches from him as they talked.
As Joan spoke she began to let her fingers fiddle with one of her garter tabs where the stocking was fastened. Playing with the small rubber tab covered in black nylon between her fingers, lightly pulling and tugging on it. Letting her fingers go from the garter tab and run across her slick stocking top in a smoothing motion. Mr. Spears was as nervous as she had ever seen him when Joan put into play her high heel dangle magic. Mr. Spears hand was now just inches from Joan's legs. She knew how he must have desperately wanted to touch her stockings. His now visible erection was huge in his slacks. Mr. Spear's conversation was turning into incomplete sentences as he was struggling with his fetish when she let her dangling heel fall from her toes. The sound of Joan's shoe hitting the floor had Mr. Spears quickly reaching for it. Joan had to hold in a laugh as the submissive teacher looked like a puppy dog panting while retrieving a chew toy.
As Mr. Spear's held the stiletto heel in his shaking hands Joan smiled innocently and with a low seductive voice said: "Oh thank you Mr. Spears, but please, can you help me put it back on?"
As the professor's shaking hands reached for Joan's nylon covered foot, Mr. Spears was able to reply in a shaking voice, "Oh yes of course Joan please let me help you!"
As Mr. Spears sweating hands made contact and held Joan's slick shiny stocking foot, she laughed and added: "Mr. Spears I think you like my stockings don't you? You're always looking at them in class aren't you?"
Mr. Spears swallowed hard and became tongue tied as his hands were still shaking, holding Joan's stocking foot and leather pump as if they were priceless prizes. Joan smirked and laughed at the professor: "I think you're a leg man Mr. Spears. I think you're a stocking man too. As a matter of fact, I think you also have a nylon foot fetish, don't you Mr. Spears?"
With that she placed her stocking foot on Mr. Spears lap and watched him start to squirm in the chair. He moaned and gasped out in a weak voice: "Oh my God!"
Joan's dark reinforced nylon toes now dug against the professor's hard boner that he was clearly sporting in his pants.
"You like my feet Mr. Spears? You like those big dark nylon reinforcements don't you?"
Mr. Spears was losing all control and within moments Mr. Spears was now rubbing Joan's nylon foot all over his face. All Joan could hear were muffled moans of: "Oh my god, I can't believe this! God they smell and feel so good!"
Joan knew she had the professor right where she wanted him. "Oh Mr. Spears, Joan laughed, I just knew it, I knew you loved my nylons!"
She pressed and rubbed her nylon foot against his hard-on all the while letting him worship her other foot pressed firmly over his nose. Joan's question: "You know Mr. Spears. a little, oh "A" in this class would get your hot cum squirting all over my nylons? You know you want to feel your cock against my nylons don't you Mr. Spears?"
Mr. Spears was caught up in the moment rubbing his hand all over Joan's stocking foot that was pressing all over his hard cock. He continued to moan licking and now sucking on Joan's nylon toes, sliding his other hand farther up and down Joan's slick nylon covered leg.
Mr. Spears then moaned loudly: "Oh yes an A, yes anything you want, please, please let me cum against those black stockings!"
Joan's orders to Mr. Spears to unzip and pull out his cock was quickly followed as she worked her stocking foot all around that stiff bare cock. Joan quickly focused on the under side of the shaft, just below the big head of his cock. Only a few strokes from those slick and shiny reinforced nylon toes had Mr. Spears squirming and shaking in his chair. He quickly ran his hand up and down the full length of Joan's stocking leg from the tips of her toes to the tops of her hose. All the while his moans of pleasure from Joan's nylons against his naked cock also had the professor inhaling deeply at Joan's stinky nylon toes with a rapid breath.
Joan's low tone voice and words of: "That's it Mr. Spears smell my nylon feet!" sent him over the edge. Joan saw the meek professor weaken and lose all control. His cock began to spasm and spit rope after rope of his hot cum all over her black nylons, leaving the sole of her foot dripping with his fresh pearl white cum. Joan laughed at the sight of her teacher's weakness and quickly grabbed her high heel from her teacher's hands. Mr. Spears was all out of breath and wide eyed as he watched Joan slip her pump on over her heavily sperm coated nylon foot.
Joan smiled as she hopped off Mr. Spear's desk placing her weight on her cum soaked stocking foot. "I just love the feeling of squishing your sperm in my shoe Mr. Spears!" Joan turned and walked out of the classroom giggling. "Thank you Mr. Spears!"
Joan then thought back for a moment about her cute nephew David.
Joan had always known her nephew David had a stocking fetish as the sisters had discussed and even made fun of it often. Even when David was younger he always made his way to any women in the room that was wearing stockings, as he loved to feel the silky sheer delicate fabric. Joan thought back when David could not keep his hands off her stockings as well as even rub his face against them. Many times Joan and other ladies would laugh at her younger nephew as he would even smell the woman's stocking feet in the room.
The women would laugh and say, "Jackie I think your son has a nylon foot fetish!"
The sisters thought David's fetish was cute and many times they would tease him by slipping off one of their high heels and place their warm stockings clad toes right over David's face, letting him smell in deeply at that strong, well-worn nylon and leather scent and laughed as they watched his eyes roll back with pleasure.
Whenever Joan would visit her sister she would make sure she was wearing the most expensive and sheerest stockings she owned. If David were in the same room she would start her leg crossing and high heel dangling magic. David tried not to stare but she caught him with his eyes ogling up and down at her shapely nylon encased gams. David did not have a chance between her and her sister Jackie who had also always been a leg tease. She knew that David grew up watching his mother walking around wearing just an open robe with her girdle, garters, nylon stockings and high heel slippers in full view of David as she got ready for work.
Joan knew all the tricks that drove a stocking man crazy, including that distinctive nylon hiss sound those sheer stockings made as she slowly slid one leg over the other. She could see the nervousness and even deprivation set into David's face as she would skillfully give him a stocking leg and foot show. Slowly slipping her stocking feet in and out of those spiked heeled leather soles, playing with her heels on the floor and with her slick shiny stocking clad feet. Joan did possess the art of dangling those heels from the tip of her dark reinforced nylon toes, letting the slick big dark reinforced heel show in full view. Joan also knew the power of those well-fitted slick and shiny dark stocking tops and loved to let her skirt ride up high enough to show them off to the fullest.
Finally she made sure to innocently smooth out her stockings in front of David or adjust her garters and stocking welts in front of the wide-eyed boy. Watching the poor boy's face and body almost shake in desperation as the lad tried to cover up the full frustrating erection in his pants. Joan loved the act of teasing David and knowing the young man's specific weakness made it all the more easier and exciting, knowing in his fetish starved mind he wanted to drop to his knees and worship those nylon stockings she wore more than anything. That gave Joan a very strong erotic controlling satisfaction.
As Joan blinked and came back into the present after the brief flashback, she found herself still holding the sheer black stockings her nephew David just moments earlier secretly had his way with. Joan's sheer black panties were still soaked in excitement. She held the sheer stocking in her mouth to free her hands.
She could not stand it another second and she reached down with her trembling fingers to touch herself, while imagining in her mind's eye her nephew jerking off to the thoughts of his Aunt and her stockings. Joan quickly unbuttoned her white satin blouse as she skillfully lifted her bra up to expose her heavy breasts and quickly growing nipples. She reached for the hem of her dark gray skirt and felt the cool air on her bare thighs above her slick jet-black stocking tops. With the skirt now above her waist, Joan spread her legs apart just enough so her fingers could reach her now very sensitive pussy, over the very thin layer of sheer damp nylon that prevented her fingers from disappearing deeply into her slippery slit.
She turned and saw her reflection in the bathroom mirror. She was still sucking the pre-cum stained stocking in her mouth. Her heavy bare breasts fully exposed as they swayed without support. Her nipples brushing against the sheer stocking as it hung down from her mouth and moved against them. Her skirt hiked up high around her waist, her satin black garter belt worn firmly over her sheer panties with her stocking tops now in full view.
The stocking tops held up taut and high from the short black metal garter hooks and rubber tabs that secured and pulled at the welts firmly. The bathroom lights upon her black stocking legs made the thin ultra sheer flat knit yarn sparkle as the light reflected and almost danced across the shiny nylon surface from each small movement her shaking legs made. She laughed because she thought she looked like a men's magazine pinup lingerie model.
Joan's now shaking fingers pulled the panties to one side and she gasped upon contact of her fingertips over her ultra sensitive moist clit. Joan's tits were getting full attention from her other hand as she squeezed and pulled on her sensitive erect nipples. Joan's fingers worked her pussy skillfully and then slid inside her slit towards her weak spot. The quiet bathroom started to fill with weak moans of pleasure and the sound of her soaked pussy being worked by her fingers. She fought to keep her eyes open to look at the reflection of that sexy woman she was seeing in the mirror.
Finally, with the taste of her young nephew's pre-cum against her tongue and the thought of him wearing and jerking off with her stockings, she closed her eyes and let herself go as she had now reached the point of no return. Joan experienced her orgasm. Her body shook with the rush of successive waves of pleasure. With her chest heaving, her stocking mouth muffled screams of pleasure that filled and echoed off the bathroom walls. Joan felt her legs turning to rubber, her ankles shaking as she fought to remain stable in those towering black patent leather five-inch spike heels she wore. Joan had to lean up against the wall to retain balance as her orgasm pounded wave after wave through her lower belly, sending mind-blowing thrills up her spine, all the way to the tips of her hair!
Joan dropped the now damp thick saliva filled and lipstick marked stocking from her mouth as she gasped for air. "Holly shit!" She panted as she fought to catch her breath. She had never had an orgasm so rapidly in her life. It was time to make the call to her sister.
-A plan was laid out between them to teach David a lesson he would never forget. That next Saturday morning David was just lying around the house watching some TV when his mom walked into the living room. David's eyes were wide open as his mom was dressed to kill.
There stood his mom wearing the tightest skirt she owned. Her beautiful legs were clad in her sheerest black full-fashioned seamed stockings and highest stiletto pumps she owned. David's cock twitched at the sight of her legs in those stockings and high heels.
As Jackie was starting to hook her earrings she said, "Dear, Aunt Joan just called and needed some help with a few things around the house. I'm about to go out shopping dear, but I can give you a ride over to Aunt Joan's."
Jackie then turned her back to David as she was hooking up the last earring and said, "Dear how are the seams in my stockings? Are they nice and straight?"
David cleared his throat staring closely at the perfectly straight seams of the stockings. "Yes mom they are perfect, why are you so dressed-up just to go shopping?"
"What's the matter dear can't your mom dress up a little to go shoe shopping? I'm in the need for a few things and most of all I need a new pair of heels and more stockings. Can never have enough nylons right dear? Hey maybe if Aunt Joan just needs you for a minute you can go with me. Maybe Aunt Joan would like to go also? Don't you want to help me pick out some heels dear?"
David's cock was now fully erect at just the thought of watching his mother trying on high heels in a ladies' shoe store. All those women around him slipping and sliding their stocking feet in and out of all those heels was a dream come true situation!
David briefly fought for a moment in decision of wanting to stay home alone so he could get into his mother's bedroom. How he wanted so badly to wear his mother's stockings, garters and spiked heels while looking at himself in the mirror jerking-off. He was almost in desperate need at this point from just seeing his mother's beautiful stocking legs in front of him. But then the thought of seeing his Aunt was not to be missed either. That was another chance to get into his Aunt's bathroom and jerk-off with her stockings as he had just done last week and that was an even stronger temptation.
"Sure mom, why not? I guess nothing else going on today."
Jackie smiled and said: "That's my boy!"
In the car Jackie knew her son was getting an eyeful. The small bench seat and cabin of the little Ford Falcon kept them close. She could just feel his eyes ogling her long legs. Jackie could feel her skirt sliding up as she shifted and engaged the clutch. She was fully aware of her jet-black stocking tops now in view. She also knew her son's high heel fetish must have had him focused on her spiked heels working the clutch, gas, and brake pedals. She knew the short car ride would keep his young cock stiff all the way to their destination.
Once inside his Aunts house David saw that his Aunt was also dressed to kill. A black satin tight skirt, white silk blouse with ultra sheer black stockings worn with the same style five inch FM pumps just like his mother was wearing. David had to keep his hands in his pockets to help hide his full erection. Nervously David asked his Aunt what she needed help with?
"David there is something that I wanted to share with you, please sit down here in this chair. I will be right back dear."
David could hear the swishing of his Aunts stockings as she left the room. David's mother moved and sat on the sofa in front of him. She sat back and crossed her long legs making sure once again her stocking tops were in full view. David had a direct front view of his mother's gorgeous legs encased in those glossy black stockings.
David knew something was up but not knowing asked, "Hey Mom what's up?"
Jackie slowly bounced her leg over the other smoothing her hand over her stocking watching her son stare directly at her stocking tops. "Patience dear you will find out very soon."
With that Aunt Joan returned and tossed on David's lap a pair of black stockings. David, surprised by the act, looked at his mother and Aunt with questioning eyes. Before David could speak Joan said, "David do these stockings look familiar? They are the same stockings I had in my bathroom on your last visit."
David nervously looked at his mother that was smiling, then back at his Aunt Joan as she now had both hands on her hips. As David looked at the beautiful black stockings lying on his lap he stammered with, "Gee I don't know Aunt Joan why would I?"
With that David's mother added, "David you have been a very, very naughty boy haven't you?"
Joan quickly added, "David you have been more than naughty with my stockings in the bathroom haven't you? I found nasty cum stains on them. Your mother and I also know you wear stockings!" In a firm voice Aunt Joan demanded an explanation.
David looked at his mother and back at his Aunt. David looked down at the stockings in his lap now totally embarrassed. Not looking up David shamefully confessed his act.
"I'm sorry Aunt Joan; I just could not help it. Your nylons are so, so beautiful."
As Aunt Joan walked around in front of David still with folded arms, "David your mother and I both agree that you need to be punished for your actions! You may not continue with your perverted nasty ways without asking permission. Do you understand?"
David was very nervous just having his deep embarrassing secret reveled and kept his head down weakly answering, "Yes Auntie."
David's mother slid farther back on the couch with her legs still crossed looking at her sister giving a nod of approval to continue. Jackie spoke briefly to her son, "I'm really going to enjoy this David."
Joan laughed at her sister saying, "Just like old times sis!"
Joan began to walk around the young boy as he sat still staring down at the stockings in his lap. "I'm going to ask you a few questions David and I want direct answers, do you understand?"
"Yes Auntie."
"Good."
"You have a deep stockings fetish don't you?"
David still looking down in his nervous state replied with an almost unheard quiet voice, "Yes."
Joan raised her voice and snapped, "Yes what? And speak up! When spoken to it's YES Auntie or YES mother, do you understand?"
David looked up at his aunt standing directly in front of him, "Yes auntie."
"That's much better."
"Now let's start over. David you have a nylon stocking fetish don't you?"
"Yes auntie."
"And besides jerking off with my stockings in the bathroom last week you also wore them didn't you?"
David hesitated with his answer now fully embarrassed but managed to get out, "Yes auntie."
"You are a very, very nasty young man aren't you?"
"Yes auntie, I'm sorry."
"I did not ask you if you were sorry, did I?"
"No auntie."
As David continued to look down at the floor he could see his Auntie's spiked heels and stocking covered ankles come into view as she continued to circle the chair slowly. As she moved, David could hear his aunt's stockings sliding against each other and could also see her tall stiletto heels dig deep into the carpet. Seeing his aunt's stockings in his lap and the sound of the swish-swish as his aunt moved was having an effect on him. He could start to feel his cock move, twitch and stiffen in his pants.
"So David likes to wear stockings. What else do you like wearing David?"
David looked up his mother sitting on the couch in front of him totally embarrassed.
David's mother laughed enjoying the moment. "Answer your Aunt!"
David stammered and confessed. "Yes, I love to wear stockings. I wear them with mother's garter belts, and her high heels. I, I can't help it! It just looks and feels so good."
With that Joan looked at her sister and gave a nod. Jackie knew just what to do. Jackie got up and went into her sister's bedroom where Joan already had laid out a satin black garter belt and a pair of her tallest high heel pumps.
"Stand up!" Joan demanded. "Take off your clothes, quickly, all of them!"
As Jackie returned in the room her son was already in the process of undressing himself. David stood there with just his cotton white briefs on. He was now sporting a huge erection and totally embarrassed as he held his hands down in front of him to cover it up.
Jackie demanded to her son, "Take off everything! You are not showing us anything we have not already seen!"
Jackie ordered, "David, put these on, just as you do when I'm not home"
The two sisters watched wide eye as David now with his full erection exposed started dressing. Finally as he slipped on Joan's last high heel they could see the poor boy was shaking from embarrassment and excitement all at the same time. There stood David wearing Joan's black garter belt, jet-black full-fashioned seamed stockings that she knew he had secretly worn jerking off in her bathroom the week before.
She could tell this boy had been practicing. The stockings were worn in perfect order. The seams of the stockings were straight, garters hooked to the stocking welts with perfect placement. The poor boy's erection was standing full, stiff, and straight up in the air between the black garter straps. The sisters both laughed as they were enjoying every moment of this.
"Wow Jackie, from the way he expertly slipped into my nylons, looks like we were right; David has been wearing stockings and heels for quite some time!"
David was surprised at the sight of both his beautiful aunt and mother standing in front of him starting to disrobe. In moments they both stood wearing just their undergarments. Both sisters were simply wearing their black stockings, panties, garter belts, bra, and high heels.
Joan walked up only inches in front of David. She could almost hear David's heart pound in his chest. She took one step closer and David's cock came in contact with her silky stocking top. Joan knew just what to do. Slowly she raised her nylon covered stocking welt across the boy's ultra sensitive stiff shaft.
Aware of the poor boy's nylon fetish, she knew this would be madding for him. David let out a gasp at the contact of Joan's shiny nylon stocking top. Jackie watched her sister at work and saw her son's ankles shake and quiver from the touch of her sister's nylons coming into contact with her son's stiff erection.
Joan glanced over at her sister and said laughing, "Wow sis, he suffers badly from his fetish doesn't he?"
Joan still laughing looked deep into her nephew's eyes. She then moved in closer with her lips against his ear whispering, "You just love that don't you my nylon sissy? You could squirt your cum right now all over my stockings couldn't you?"
David was now shaking with excitement from the touch of the sheer nylons against his hard cock, the smell of her perfume with auntie Joan's lingerie clad body so close against his, he felt her warm breath as she spoke.
David moaned, "Oh auntie yes, but please don't make me do that in front of you and mom, don't make me cum, please!"
David's mother then approached and joined in standing next to her son. Jackie took over where her sister left off with rubbing her stocking tops against her son's hard cock. David gasped and moaned at the touch of his mother's stockings with, "Oh God, mother, please!"
The feeling was overpowering to the young man standing there, wearing his auntie's stockings and spiked heels, his hard cock fully exposed with both his mother's and auntie's stocking legs just inches from him.
"So this is what you are doing when I'm not home huh? You are dressing like a sissy wearing my stockings, panties, girdles, and high heels to jerk off with?" She continued to lightly rub her silky stocking top against her sons cock. "Is this what you want? You want to cum on mommy's nylons? Do you smell mommy's stinky nylon stockings in the hamper along with my worn leather pumps when I'm not home? Do you?"
David had a desperate look on his face as all of his well-kept secrets over the years had come to be exposed. David's eyes rolled back into his head as his ankles were shaking even more in his aunt's tall five-inch pumps, as the touch of his mother's nylons on his cock was getting to him.
"Yes mother yes. Please, I'm sorry. I can't explain it, the touch and feel of your stockings and the smell of your nylons and heels just make me go nuts. I'm so embarrassed mother. Oh God, mother please, I'm sorry!"
The girls knew just what they were doing and knew the poor young man was ready to cum if they did not stop with the nylon-to-cock contact. Joan stood right next to her nephew as her sister interrogated him. Joan grabbed the boy's balls and held them tight to help control things as his mother still teased and rubbed her nylon thigh against the boys cock. David's shaft slid along his mother's stocking and he could hardly stand any more nylon cock teasing. David felt his cock slide up higher on the stocking top, he felt the smoothness of the sheer nylon then felt his cock's pee hole hit her garter tab. The metal and nylon covered rubber tab ran down against the boys shaft.
David moaned, "Oh God, mother!" Joan squeezed harder on the young man's balls to prevent him from coming.
Joan yelled, "Don't you dare cum yet nylon sissy!"
Joan's next command was to have David kneel in front of her as she sat in the chair crossing her legs. She let her shoe dangle off the tip of her nylon toes as she always did in front of him whenever David was over to visit. Joan told David how both her and his mother had known all along of his nylon foot fetish. From when he was very young, the way he always felt all the women's stockings in a room. How all the women would laugh as he tried to smell the women's nylon feet.
You really love that don't you David? You love the scent of stinky nylon feet don't you? Do you know how disgusting that is?"
"Yes, yes auntie, I'm sorry but I can't help it, I don't know why but I love the smell of worn nylons and high heels."
David was now in a state of almost erotic numbness at the talk and sight of both his mother and aunt just wearing their stockings in front of him. It was like a dream when he would jerk off home alone thinking of his aunt and mother's stockings. He began to confess everything to his aunt and mother.
David's mother replied, laughing at her son in his submissive kneeling position in front of her sister: "Is that what you like? You still love to smell my high heels when I'm not home? Smell my stockings in the unwashed hamper? Smell my heels in my closet? Jerking off wearing all my stuff?"
David held his head down in shame softly saying, "Yes mother, I'm sorry!"
With that Joan raised her high heel foot up to David's face. "Remove my shoe, stocking-foot slave!"
David's mother laughed at the sight.
"How many days Joan?"
Joan laughed and said: "Four days sis! Four days of wearing the same stockings to work!"
Jackie laughed, "Oh my god sis that's cruel!"
Joan laughed: "My heels and stockings must stink!" as she ordered her nephew to smell her shoe.
David reached with shaking hands slipping off Joan's high heel. David could hear that faint but distinctive nylon swish sound as he aunt's stocking foot slid out of the leather pump leaving his aunt's beautiful stocking clad foot just inches from his face.
Within seconds of removing his aunt's shoe David quickly picked up the strong odor of her shoe as his nose twitched. He felt his nostrils flair open at the musky vinegary scent. David held the insole of her shoe to his face and gave out a slight moan as he felt the warm leather come into contact with his nose. David's eyelids flickered as he inhaled deeply with louder moans of pleasure. The sisters both knew of the effect this was having as they laughed and pointed to his cock. They saw David's cock stiffen and grow another full inch as the strong odor of nylon and leather burned deep into his brain.
Joan was now also excited. It did not take long with the sight of David in front of her, with him wearing her stockings and heels as she teased the poor fellow. Joan kicked the heel away from her nephew's face and ordered the young man to smell her nylon feet. Joan did not waste time rubbing her silky foot all over the David's face. She placed her warm nylon toes directly over David's nose and pressed hard.
Smelling his aunt's high heel was one thing but to have her stocking foot directly over his face was another. David felt his aunt's nylon toes lock firmly against his face. Her stockings were smooth and warm to the touch but the dark reinforced toes were almost stiff, crusty from the heavy musty damp scent and days without washing.
David's knees went weak and he felt his body go numb with an uncontrolled shake. David was moaning with pleasure as the strong scent of Joan's stocking foot was taking full effect on his lifelong nylon foot fetish. David started to shake harder as he reached to slide his hands along and up his aunt's nylon ankle and calf. David could now feel his mother standing behind him. He felt his mother's warm nylon legs against his bare back as he continued to smell his aunt's stocking foot. David continued to meekly moan out muffled sounds as Joan then extended her other nylon foot to the young man's full erection.
At contact of David's hard cock with aunt Joan's stocking foot David's back arched and soft moans turned to, "Oh God, oh God!"
David's mother laughed out: "Careful sis, any contact of your nylon feet on his cock will really make him squirt!"
Joan laughed, "I know, I know, just a touch to watch him quiver and hear him moan louder. I love this!"
With that Joan ordered David to start kissing her foot. David now in a full state of submissive arousal did not have to be told twice. David started to worship kisses on her sheer glossy nylon foot as his mother rubbed her stocking legs against his back. David's mouth opened, he just had to lick and suck those dark nylon reinforced toes as he had always dreamed of doing. As David's tongue came into contact with the slick nylon David's mother sharply pulled her son away.
Joan laughed, as she knew her sister was now going to take over. "Did your auntie give you permission to lick and suck on her toes? She told you to KISS them not LICK them! You must learn and listen to what we say. Do you understand my sissy nylon boy?"
David confused, shocked and denied of his aunt's stocking toes answered sadly, "Yes Mother."
David's mother ordered him on his back on the living room floor. She stood with her high heels against each side of her son's ears giving her son a direct view of her shapely shiny nylon clad legs right up to her now also wet panties. Jackie knew what was coming next for her boy: his first real taste of woman! It is one thing to smell a woman's nylon foot or shoe but there was nothing more powerful than the real smell or taste of a hot wet ready to fuck pussy.
Joan was waiting for this moment and could almost not stand it. Jackie watched as her sister Joan slipped off her thin sheer nylon panties and lowered herself onto her nephew's chest sliding slowly forward. Jackie released her vise griping high heels from her son's head, stepping back as her sister's nylon thighs slid forward. Joan now had the boy right where she wanted him. Her strong nylon thighs pinned against the boy's ears.
David's eyes were wide open staring at his aunt's pussy so close to him. He could see his aunt's wet slit turn to pink as she began to spread her thighs wider. David moaned as his mother walked around starting to tease his cock with one of her high heels. David felt his mother's cool patent leather pump and occasional brief brush of sheer nylon from the top of her foot against his stiff cock.
Joan ordered, "Ok big boy "eat me" eat my hot pussy!"
Another inch forward and her pussy was now on the young man's face. She continued to give her nephew commands on how to please her needs. As David worked his tongue to the commands of guidance from his aunt Joan, his mother knew from the sounds her sister was making that she was already close to losing it. All the pre-cum that had now formed and dripped down the side of her son's cock also told her he was building to an approaching orgasm. She did not want him to lose it so soon so she placed her pointed toe of one of her spiked heels directly at her son's balls and slowly but firmly pushed. She could hear David's muffled moans of discomfort coming from Joan's pussy. Her sister was grinding her mound faster and her hips were moving up and down on her nephew's face.
Joan's hands fell to the carpet for support as she began to scream out her climax. Joan's hips rocked back and forth over David's wet face, coming hard and long until she could not move another inch. Joan dismounted her nephew and Jackie could now fully see her son's face soaked with her sister's pussy juice and saliva as David was also breathing hard for fresh air.
Joan panted to her sister: "Wow can your nylon-sissy son eat pussy! Ok sis it's your turn!"
David's mother moved and sat on the couch with her nylon-clad legs fully spread and panties removed. Joan grabbed David by the hair on his head as she walked her nephew on all fours over to his waiting mother. As David reached near his mother' pubic area, she lifted one of her stocking legs and placed it over her son's shoulder, pulling him closer. David could not wait to touch his mother's sheer stockings. He kissed his mother's inside nylon thighs; his face was still soaked from the taste of his aunt's pussy. Jackie felt her son's damp wet face against her nylon thighs and could hear whimpers of moaning from her son.
"That's a good boy, come to momma!" Jackie could now see her inside nylon stockings glisten from where her son had wiped his pussy soaked face against the smooth nylon.
Jackie now had her son by his hair and was guiding him in. David found his warm mother's pussy and began his best tongue pleasing effort. All he could think about was how his aunt came on his face. As David ran his hands against his mother's stocking tops his aunt Joan was right behind him still holding onto her nephew's balls, squeezing and pulling from time to time, making it uncomfortable for David. He could hear his mother moan and his aunt laughing from behind.
It was hard to keep her eyes open as Jackie was enjoying her pussy being eaten out by her own son. She moaned and laughed at the sight of her submissive son in stockings and heels perform to her and her sister's commands.
Joan then reached down and started to rub her finger against her nephew's rectum. David began to squirm and moan lightly. Joan spread her nephew's nylon legs apart from behind. She let some spit from her mouth fall between the boys cheeks as she spread him even further. Within seconds Joan had slipped her finger deep into the boy's rectum. David gasped and moaned raising his head to protest. His mother grabbed the boy's head by the hair and pushed it back down to her now fully wet and eager pussy.
Joan laughed as she fingered her nephew's ass hole with one hand and still grabbed and held his balls with the other. She knew she was causing discomfort as he moaned with both pleasure of rubbing his mother's nylons with his hands and from the squeeze Joan was doing on his balls as he continued to service his mother to moans of pleasure.
Joan and Jackie were both laughing with words of, "Nylon-sissy boy is getting his ass fucked by Auntie's finger!"
Jackie's voice turned to loud moans while her son hit her weak spot. She squeezed her son's head harder between her thighs as she felt herself starting to climax.
Jackie screamed out: "Oh fuck sis, fuck I'm coming!" David worked his mother's slick clit with his tongue as best as he knew. Within moments his mother was coming all over his face just like his aunt had previously done.
Jackie pushed her son off as she could not take anymore contact to her ultra sensitive clit. David sat on the floor between both his mother and aunt as he still sported a full and hard erection dripping pre cum all over his own stocking tops. The sisters knew the boy's face showed deep desperation to cum but also knew he was afraid to ask.
Jackie got up with her legs still shaking a little from her intense orgasm. She stood up, adjusted and pulled up her stocking tops right in front of David and then continued to walk over to the chair in front of the couch. As she sat she extended out both her legs to make sure her stocking tops were pulled up and smooth and as taunt as she could make them. She re-adjusted each front garter strap pulling and shortening the length of them as much as she could. Her stocking tops were now ultra smooth, slick to the touch and straining from the shortened garters.
She pointed to her son, then to her lap: "Over my knee young man, you still have a punishment coming for you wearing your auntie's stockings without permission last week. Nothing a little spanking won't cure!"
"Oh mom please not a spanking, I'm too old for spankings!"
Aunt Joan grabbed her nephew by the ear and walked him over to his mother. David's ankles in his aunt's spiked heels wobbled with each quick step toward his mother.
With that Joan helped place her nephew over her sister's lap. Jackie looked at her sister and just nodded. Joan walked out of the room leaving David with his mother across her lap.
Jackie told her son to hold onto her ankles for balance, as aunt Joan would be right back.
David felt his still hard cock now against his mother's stockings tops but was afraid to move an inch. Jackie could feel the boy's throbbing cock on her stockings and slowly made small movements, knowing the sensation of her stockings against the sensitive young man's cock would keep him hard as well as continue to drive his nylon fetish crazy.
Joan returned to the room with one of her bedroom play toy dildos, a nylon stocking in one hand and a bottle of lube in the other. Joan walked around and stood in front of her nephew with her legs just inches from his face.
David moaned as his mother continued to move her knees under David's rock hard cock. Joan took a step forward rubbing her stocking knee against the boy's face.
"That's it kiss my legs our nylon-sissy boy. Worship them like you know you have been wanting all these years."
Joan then knelt down in front of her nephew reveling her sex toy as she ran it slowly across the nylon stocking she was holding. Joan remarked laughing, "Looks just like your cock rubbing against our stockings doesn't it?" Joan smiled at her nephew's confused expression as David was wide eyed at the sight of the perfectly cock shaped dildo.
Joan then slipped out of one of her high heels and placed the warm heavy scented nylon/leather sole of the shoe directly over the boy's nose wrapping and tying the nylon stocking she was holding around the boy's head and face tightly, to secure it in place. Joan made quick and final adjustments making sure the high heel was tight and solid.
David moaned in pleasure from the strong scent of his aunt's shoe held so tightly against his face. With his nose placed perfectly in the center of the ball of the foot, just inches from the toe box and his mouth lower at her heel he was forced to inhale and breath directly through the shoe.
Jackie said to her son: "This will be your reminder that if you ever wear our stockings without permission it will be the consequence of your act!"
Joan moved and knelt down between David's nylon covered legs that hung over his mother's lap. She spread them farther apart and caressed his stocking legs. David moaned from the sensation of his cock against his mother's stockings, his aunt's shoe over his nose and the feeling of his aunt's hands running against his stocking covered legs. It all felt so good until.
WHACK! The first whack of his mother's hand against his bare bottom was swift and quick with no warning.
WHACK! The second was to be followed by a third, and fourth that all were much harder. With each swift whack David felt his cock slide forward against his mother's stocking tops. He moaned in pain on each strike followed with pleasure with each small thrust of his rigid cock against the sheer nylon stockings.
Joan laughed: "Harder Sis!"
WHACK! David was squirming with each new hit. The last few hard hits now brought tears to his eyes.
Joan yelled: "Don't you dare cum!" The girls new his cock against his mother's stockings had him on the edge.
WHACK!
David started to squirm and shake, as he was fighting not to cum. Joan was looking down close between the boy's flat and trim stomach and she could see his cock wedged between his stomach and his mother's stocking legs. David's cock was huge with his pee hole wide open, the head of his cock now red in color against the shiny jet-black stocking tops.
"Sis he's ready to blow!"
Jackie stopped with the hand punishment and was now rubbing softly her son's crimson red cheeks. David was still moaning muffled sounds through Joan's high heel, tightly secured over his face.
David then felt a cold sensation against the crack of his ass. Joan spread his legs apart farther and squeezed out the clear lube from the tube. Joan then started rubbing it all over her nephew's rectum. David squirmed from the cool sensation and the feel of his aunt's fingers starting to penetrate his ass hole once again. That's when he felt the pull tug and stretch of his anus. Joan was working the dildo into the boy's opening. Within seconds the slippery covered dildo slipped deeply in. David gasped at the pressure with small moans of discomfort.
"Relax David," Jackie ordered, "Relax, be a good sissy-boy and get used to the feeling."
Joan was now pushing and retrieving the solid cock toy in and out slowly. Each new push and pull became easier. Joan pushed harder and faster with each stroke. David closed his eyes with each new thrust and now felt his cock once again rubbing against his mother's stockings. Joan pushed deeper and deeper. David had tears in his eyes fighting to hold back his cum.
Jackie felt her son's body tremble upon her lap, David's hands gripped her nylon ankles tighter as Joan worked the plastic cock into her son's virgin ass.
Both Jackie and Joan were telling David: "Don't you dare cum!" David had no remaining strength left as each push now sent uncontrollable waves of pleasure through his cock that kept rubbing against the sheer nylon.
With one final push, his cock's ultra sensitive shaft rubbed against the slick nylon once to much. With tears in his eyes David moaned, gasped and inhaled the strong leather/nylon scent deeply from the sole of his aunt's high heel.
Jackie felt her son's cock jerk in successive spasms over her nylon thighs. She soon felt the warm liquid against her stocking tops.
"He's lost it Joan, Jackie laughed to her sister!"
Joan pushed two, three more times before stopping. Joan slowly pulled out the now slick covered toy to the muffled whimpers of David gasping for air.
Jackie let her son roll off her lap to the floor before her. Joan cried, "Oh my god Sis look at all that fucking cum!"
Jackie's black stocking tops and thighs were drenched with the slick pearl white liquid. David's cum was starting to drip down his mother's legs as she stood up. David was pulling down his aunt's high heel from his face to breathe in fresh air.
Jackie stood above David watching her son's cock still twitching from his huge release. Jackie pressed down hard with the point of her spiked heel shoe on the boy's balls. David grimaced in pain at the firm pressing of his mother's shoe. Jackie pushed harder against her son's balls and more cum pooled and ran out of the spent cock's pee hole.
Joan laughed. "Wow, quite a sight with him there in my stockings and heels and his cock just blown!"
Winking at her sister, Joan snapped her fingers at her nephew pointing to his mother's cum covered stockings. "David we told you not to cum yet. You must learn to obey and control your orgasm. Every time you squirt without our permission, you must always lick your own cum clean!"
David's protesting ended quickly as Joan grabbed his hair pulling him to his knees, only inches from his mother's legs. Jackie stood with her long stocking legs parted, in her high heels towering above her son. David's mother pointed to her cum stained stockings ordering David where to start. The sisters laughed as the boy worked his tongue with long strokes up and down his mother's long cum covered stocking legs. Joan yelled, "Don't just SMEAR the cum LICK the cum off!"
Embarrassed, David held onto the smooth nylon calves of his mother as he performed his humiliating task licking and swallowing his own cum without protest. Joan stood at her nephew's back with her nylon legs firmly against him helping control his submissive act.
Jackie and Joan both gave praise of: "Good nylon-sissy boy. That's it lick it all clean. You'll get used to the taste!"
Joan could see David's cock starting to twitch and harden once again. Joan cried out to Jackie: "My God sis, he's getting a fucking hard-on again!"
The sisters laughed as Jackie pushed David off his mother's legs.
Joan looked down laughing at her nephew on the floor in his submissive state wearing her stockings and high heels. "Look at those stockings you're wearing. You have your own spent cum dripping stains all over the stockings tops. Fix your nylons stocking-boy your seams are all out of shape!"
"Yes Auntie!" David stood quickly doing as he was told gaining balance in his aunt's five inch spiked heels adjusting the stockings in fear of any more embarrassing retaliation from his mother and aunt.
"So tell me dear, did our submissive nylon-boy enjoy his first lesson in women superiority?"
Standing in front of both sisters David replied with a: "Yes Mother very much!"
Jackie smiled admiring her son looking so cute in her sister's stockings and heels: "Enough lessons for one day young man! Get cleaned up we still have some shopping to do. But don't you dare take off those garters and nylons. You will wear your pants over the stockings today!"
As they all started gathering up their clothes Jackie told her son: "Don't plan on doing anything next Thursday night dear. That's our new girl's night out. We are all going to be here at aunt Joan's house, your aunt and I AND some of our girlfriends also! You're going to be the center of attention wearing those stockings and heels in front of all of us girls again!"
Joan laughed out: "Just think about that David, all those women in one room wearing their sheerest stockings and highest heels just for you! The girls are going to love having their stocking feet and legs worshiped, as well as their pussy eaten by such a cute submissive nylon fetish boy toy!
The End

1.26.2011

Foot Fetish - Cold Feet

bykimberlykitten

Melody Foster was on her way home during a terrible snowstorm. She had to drive with caution if she didn't want to end up in a horrible accident. On her way home, she saw a few nasty accidents with cars spinning out of control on the icy roads, crashing into one another. The snow was falling hard and the roads were completely buried under tons of feet of snow. Melody was miles away from the city limits as she took a weekend ski trip up in the mountains with some friends on winter break.

"Oh Goddamnit," cursed the 22-year-old college sophomore Melody. "I knew I should have borrowed my dad's truck."

As Melody was driving along, she saw someone hitchhiking. She thought the person must be crazy to be out in this terrible snowstorm. Trees and power lines were being blown down from the fierce wind of the storm. Since Christmas was just around the corner, Melody decided to pick up the hitchhiker and protect them from the violent snowstorm. She drove up to the person and rolled down the passenger window.

"Do you want a ride?" Melody asked.

"Yeah, thanks," said the pleased hitchhiker. 

Melody unlocked the door and the hitchhiker entered her car.

"Thank you," said the manly voice of the hitchhiker.

Melody had no idea if the person was a male or female since he or she had on layers and layers of winter coats. The hitchhiker began to undress a little bit since it was pretty warm in Melody's car. He took off his hat and facemask to reveal a handsome, dark haired man with the prettiest blue eyes Melody had ever seen.

"Thank you, ma'am, you saved my life," the hitchhiker thanked Melody again.

"It's cool. No pun intended," Melody replied. "I just think that someone would have to be crazy to be out there in this storm. Perhaps I'm crazy too for driving in it. I just got back from a long ski trip weekend and had no idea what the city would be like."

"My name is Riley by the way. I didn't catch your name?" the hitchhiker said.

"Melody."

"Cute name."

"Thank you. I like the name Riley, too. I might name my son Riley."

"Can't have enough Riley's in the world now, can we?" Riley joked.

Melody gave off a cute giggle. Riley couldn't help but notice that Melody didn't have super model looks. She was on the borderline of being average. Melody had shoulder length blond-brownish hair and had gray eyes that were covered by thick-framed glasses. She also had an overbite and when she smiled, her gums would show entirely.

"Brrrrrrrrrr! It's freezing out there," Melody said as she carefully turned a corner. 

"You're telling me," Riley said.

"Probably the coldest part of my body right now would be my feet," Melody said. "Being the idiot that I am, I forgot my boots at home and I wore tennis shoes."

"I think feet are the sexiest part of a women's body, if you ask me," Riley replied.

"Really?" Melody questioned.

"Yeah, I'm a feet lover. I have a foot fetish for women's feet. I work at a shoe store just to get a chance to hold and look at beautiful women's feet. Sometimes a woman's feet can be jack up and disgusting. I hate helping them try on shoes," Riley responded.

"I never had a guy touch my feet before. I have had people say that my feet are too big or really long. I wear a size 10 1/2 in women's."

"Damn! Those are some pretty big feet you have, Melody."

As the two carried on a conversation about feet, the wheels on Melody's car got stuck in a pothole filled with snow.

"Fuck!" Melody said angrily as she was trying to drive her way out.

"Put it in reverse," Riley suggested.

Melody put the car in reverse and the results were the same. Her car was stuck in the snow, and Riley and her were trapped in perhaps the middle of nowhere. The snowstorm continued to hail down on Melody's car. Smoke started coming out of the hood of Melody's car. Her engine had died on her, now cutting off all the heat to the car.

"Damnit," cursed Melody.

"Don't worry. I'll take a look at your engine to see if I can fix it," Riley said.

"Oh thank you so much," Melody said gratefully.

Riley got out of the car and Melody popped the hood up. A cloud of smoke rose from her engine as Riley started looking at it. He got back into the freezing car after five minutes.

"You're engine is dead! We're stuck out here until someone saves us," Riley explained.

"I'm so cold," Melody moaned.

"I heard the best way to keep warm is to cuddle up with someone. Why don't we get into the back seat? If you have any blankets, they could be of some use," Riley suggested.

Melody pulled down her backseat and grabbed a blanket out of the trunk. Riley and her got into the backseat and cuddled with each other inside the cozy, fuzzy blanket. Riley could hear the grinding of Melody's teeth as it looked like she was practically freezing to death.

"I am so cold especially my feet. I didn't even bother to wear any socks, I was in such a rush," Melody said in between grinding her teeth.

"I'll warm your feet up for you, Melody," said Riley.

Melody was nearly pale in the face while looking at Riley with a shocked look. She pushed up against the door, resting her feet on Riley's lap. Riley quickly untied Melody's shoes, revealing her smooth, golden tan feet with the long toes, painted toenails, and wrinkled soles.

"Bbbrrrrrrrrr," moaned Melody as her bare feet got a hard wind blown at them.

Riley lifted Melody's big feet up by the arches and admired their curvy shapes, the smoothness of Melody's arches and the many wrinkles on her soles. Riley felt his cock harden just by looking at Melody's feet. He began to slowly rub the tops of Melody's delicious feet, moving his thumb in circular motions around the tops. Melody had closed her eyes, enjoying Riley's warm hands on her cold feet. She felt like she was going through an ecstasy fades.

Riley gripped Melody's feet in both hands and started running his thumbs up and down the soles of her feet, lightly brushing over the wrinkles and the smooth arches. Riley could see the pleasure in Melody's face and heard the moans escaping her full lips. Her breath could be seen in the cold air. Riley's cock had fully taken up the front of his jeans. Riley lifted Melody's feet up closer to his face and sniffed her blue and red toenail polish. He could smell the scent of strawberry on her toes. That made Riley's desire for her feet even more powerful.

As Melody was giving off a series of moans, she felt a warmness covering her left foot. Nearly taking all the toes in one engulf, She looked down and saw Riley's mouth covering her toes. She felt his thick wet tongue sliding over all 5 of her toes and in between. While he sucked on one foot, his hand rubbed the soles of the other. The sounds of Riley sucking her toes turned Melody on even more. Her panties started to become soaked with her wetness. Melody wiggled her long toes inside Riley's mouth as he pressed his tongue up against them. It felt like Melody was walking on his tongue.

"You have the sexiest feet ever. I love the smell of your polish, the smoothness of your wonderful arches, and the feel of your soles pressing against my face," Riley moaned as he buried his face in the soles of Melody's feet, smelling the name brand lotion Melody had applied to her feet. The aroma was driving him crazy.

Riley started sliding his tongue up and down her soles, outlining the wrinkles on her soles. He moved his tongue over her creamy arches and then took an arch between his lips and sucked on it. He did the same to the other arch, repeatedly going back and forth between Melody's arches.

Melody felt herself cumming as Riley continued to suck away at her luscious feet. Melody slipped her hands inside her panties and started rubbing her clitoris rapidly. All the heavy breathing and moans made Riley lick her soles faster and faster.

"Oohhhhhh, Riley!" moaned Melody as she used her fingers to penetrate her pussy hole.

Riley sat Melody's feet down on his crotch. Melody started feeling out his large boner with her feet. Riley reached up and unwrapped the blanket off Melody's hot body.

"Show me what you're hiding underneath that hooded shirt," Riley requested.

Melody lifted the hooded shirt up and over her head. Her ample breasts were lifted up and flopped back down to her shirt, still encased inside her sports bra and a white tank top over that.

"Mmmmm, Melody, you're packing some voluptuous breasts. Please remove the sports bra but keep your tank top on. I want to watch them bounce and shake beneath your top."

Melody slipped her hands under her tank top. She was having a little bit of trouble lifting the spandex off her breasts. Finally, she lifted the sports bra up and left it at the top of her tank top. Her massive breasts were swaying back and forth from her movements. They had natural sag to them but hung away from her body. Her top also hung from her body due to her enormous breasts sticking out from her chest.

"Those look so lovely and delicious. You got everything a man like me needs. Beautiful feet and big tits," Riley moaned.

"All natural 32DDD's," Melody gloated.

She folded her arms against the sides of her huge breasts and ballooned them out for Riley to get a better look. Her hard nipples strained against the top. Melody's tank top was see-thru so Riley could make out her medium size pink areolas. The cold air has hardened Melody's big nipples into bullets. Riley felt his cock ready to explode from his jeans.

"Why don't you show me what you're packing between your legs?" suggested a very horny Melody.

Without moving her glistening feet, Riley unzipped his jeans and pulled out his long, thick 9-inch cock. It pointed directly at Melody.

"Mmmmm. Such a big fella, isn't he?" Melody questioned.

Riley pulled his jeans all the way off his legs and was kneeling before Melody in just a shirt and his socks. Melody lifted her feet up and pressed them in Riley's face. Riley kissed and licked Melody's soles, sniffing at her strawberry scented toes. Melody watched Riley's big dick as it was throbbing in pain while he sucked off her feet again this time including her smooth, crusty heels against his lips. He kissed and sucked on them while his nose was planted against her pink, wrinkled soles.

Melody started sliding her feet down Riley's chest, wiggling the soft fabric of his shirt between her toes. She planted her feet up against Riley's thighs with his big dick between her arches. The heels of her feet were rubbing against his heavy balls. Melody was already feeling a warm tingly feeling running through her body as she eagerly enclosed Riley's thick cock between her creamy arches.

Riley lifted his shirt up and tossed it into the front seat. He took hold of Melody's lovely, skinny ankles and started sliding his cock between her beautiful arches. The inside of the car was really heating up with both Riley and Melody sweating and flushing as he fucked her feet. Riley thought he would have never fucked feet that felt this good on his cock.

After a few minutes of thrusting between her arches, Melody dropped Riley's pulsing cock from her feet and started rubbing the soles of her feet up and down his dick. He rapidly slid her sweaty, winkled soles up and down his big dick, bouncing his balls wildly underneath all the action.

Riley gripped onto the top of the front seat and the backseat, experiencing a powerful orgasm, surging through his body. Melody moved one of her feet down to Riley's balls and started wiggling her wet toes on them. Her other foot kept Riley's cock flat against his hairy stomach. Melody used her big toe and pressed down on his swollen cock head and then proceeded to rub his pee hole with her big shinny toe. Pre-cum oozed out onto Melody's big toe.

"OOHHHHHH GOD, MELODY! Your feet are so fantastic. I could make love to your feet forever, Melody," moaned Riley as he watched Melody pinch and tug away at her hard nipples through her sweaty top.

Melody moved her feet back around Riley's hard dick and resumed jerking between her winkled, soft arches. Riley gripped Melody's ankles tightly and fucked her feet faster and harder, pounding his balls against her pink soles. Melody's toes gripped his cock and started massaging it. Her painted toes began to stroke Riley's meaty shaft, bringing Riley to a climax. He began to ejaculate all over Melody's toes, blasting thick layers of semen across her toes and against her soles. Riley emptied his balls all over Melody's feet. The two watched as his gooey milk dripped down between her toes, winkled soles, her arches, and down her heels. The sensation of his cum dripping down her feet caused Melody to reach her climax and came once again inside her panties.

"Whoa!" Riley grunted while catching his breath.

"My toes look so cute with your cream all over them," Melody told Riley as the two watched her wiggle her cum-covered toes.

Suddenly, a cell phone started to ring inside Riley's jeans.

"What's that?" Melody asked. "Sounds like a cell phone?" she questioned.

Riley looked down and reached into his pockets, pulling out his ringing cell phone.

"Oops! It's my cell phone. I forgot I had it," Riley said dumbfounded.

"Well let it ring and put it away. I'm having too much fun to want to be saved right now," Melody suggested.

"I knew you would," Riley said with a huge grin on his face.

Melody sucked Riley's big dick to get him off again. Riley continued to fuck Melody's feet for hours in what was a terrible snowstorm that has turned into a feet fucking and sucking feast for the both of them.

1.25.2011

Foot Fetish Stories - Under the Desk

If it weren't for her long, lanky legs I would probably be the new sales manager, in fact, well on my way to the top instead of here, on the bottom, as it were. As it turned out, I missed the advancement because of a simple good deed. On the way to my office I stopped to help the new employee. And because of that one altruistic act, my career took a sudden and significant turn, a definite lowering in stature. My position now is quite different than the one I thought I was getting, but, all in all, I have to admit that it turns out to have a few advantages. 

Let me start at the beginning. Everyone knew that Bob and I were competing for the big promotion. We both had been with the company about the same amount of time, two years, and we both had been about equally successful. The problem was that only one of us was going to get the top job. 

Confident in my abilities, I felt reasonably sure that I would win out and get the position. After all, I'm smarter and provide better, more creative ideas than he does. Bob, however, I have to admit, is a little more outgoing and works the people angle a touch better than I do. He has a gift of persuasion that I seem to lack. Between the two of us, he excels in sales while my strength is in operations. 

Most people say that I have the brains; he has the talk. That's the main difference between us. Ok, physically, he has a slight edge. He is bigger than I am, taller by about six inches and more muscular but what I lack in strength I like to think I make up in determination. Sure, he's a little better athlete. He often attempts to engage me in various sports but so far I have avoided the confrontation, always coming up with some lame excuse to get out of any direct competition outside of work. 

To tell the truth, I'm reluctant to challenge him in physical activities. Besides being a little bit afraid of him I didn't want to provide an arena where he would come out on top. With the office talk as it is, I didn't want him to have any obvious advantages to brag about. There may have been a touch of real fear involved also. Frankly, although I didn't like to admit it, he intimidates me a little.

The month before the decision was made for the promotion, the company hired Marie. The minute I cast eyes on her I was as smitten as an awestruck teenager. She has a look about her that simply swept me off of my feet. 

Let me describe her if I can. Marie is a beautiful young lady with shoulder length, straight brown hair that curls just a little at the ends. She is probably a little too young for either Bob or I but she is so attractive and so desirable that we both had to try for her. She's tall and slender, with pert, firm breasts and long, long, long, luscious legs, the kind that made me stop and stare as though I were seeing the latest natural wonder of the world. 

When Marie first walked into the room, her majestic strut captivated me the way she announced her commanding presence with a long, protracted stride. There was no way I could pry my eyes from those majestic, lanky legs. Finally, I was able to take in the whole vision. Piercing brown eyes, that accented her creamy cheekbones, sparkled with the mischievousness of a young imp. She sported a knowing smile, revealing a twinkling glimmer. It was as if she knew that the world was hers to play with, as though she recognized that all of us mortals were mere toys to be wrapped around her little finger, as we begged for the opportunity to please her. Her defined appearance reminded me of a coquettish beauty who is accustomed to getting her way, like a pampered, spoiled, young princess. 

For all of her obvious charms, for me, it was her sumptuous legs that really knocked me out. Long, lanky, smooth, curvy and delicious, they danced through my every thought like an obsessive narcotic. My eyes were drawn to them like bears to honey. Somehow, with one quick glance, she knew right away that her legs had total control over me and it didn't take her long to use their power to her advantage. 

Bob and I immediately began to hit on her, each of us vying to be the first to go out on a date with her. Bob delighted her with his boyish charm and handsome good looks while I flirted with her relying on my quick wit and sharp intellect for her smile and respect.

Right at the start, I sensed a difference with the youthful beauty. After the first day, I discovered that I was very infatuated with Marie and her temptress-like manner. She completely melted my generally stoic manner and I found that I was totally unable to resist her charms. From the beginning I demonstrated a willingness to please her, an eagerness to do anything for her. All it took was a flash of her gorgeous legs and I was putty in her hands. It was almost as though each luring leg was some Greek siren that tempted me with their bewitching seductions. 

Entering the foyer of the office one morning, she sat at her desk in the corner as I walked in. Gazing wistfully at her, I was struck once again by her overwhelming beauty. She was perfect at her job as a receptionist, friendly, outgoing and vivacious. 

"Good morning, Marie." Hardly able to hold back my enthusiasm, I greeted her with a smile on my face and anxiousness in my heart. She glanced up and pouted, her lower lip curling down in a little-girl posed manner.

"Hi." She responded sadly.

"What's the matter?" I asked, concerned about her demeanor.

"There's something wrong with my computer." She whined softly. "It must be unplugged or something." She batted her long eyelashes at me, waiting for me to come to her rescue. Staring into the deep pools of those dark brown irises, I melted like ice on a hot, summer sidewalk.

"Well. Let me take a look." With heart in hand, I walked around the low wall that sheltered the front of her desk. The wall was about three feet high and curved around the desk, protecting her completely from anyone who walked in. There was quite a bit of space below the desk with depth great enough for even her long legs. 

Marie rolled her chair back so I could slip under and with that simple movement; I began the short journey that completely changed my life. 

On my knees, I paused for a second before sliding under her desk to sneak a quick peek at her outfit. Marie was wearing a tight, bright red sweater, her perky breasts jutting perfectly against it, filling it out in a sexy, evocative manner. A short, black mini-skirt rode halfway up her thigh, a tiny slit on each side seductively exposing more of those exquisite legs. The slits added an additional air of naughtiness by revealing enough luscious upper thigh to allow the mind to preoccupy itself with what was farther up those long extensions. 

Glancing surreptitiously at her long, shapely limbs, I felt myself react immediately and my little guy hardened in lustful arousal. My eyes were drawn by the bright, beige pantyhose and I heard the swishing sound nylons make as she casually rubbed them together. It was almost as though she was purposely using the sounds as a form of seduction. The nylons were shiny and sheer and the way they clung tightly to her legs made my mouth water. Aching to touch the gorgeous gams, I reluctantly tore my eyes away and glanced down at her black shoes. 

The frighteningly high heels pointed down from the bottoms and the surface shone brightly, as if polished regularly or perhaps made out of that shiny vinyl. 

My breath caught momentarily as the vision of her lower body overwhelmed me. Unable to resist her charms I felt myself react to the sensuality of her sumptuous legs. They were sculptured perfectly, long, slender and extremely erotic. Never before had I reacted to a woman's legs in such a bizarre yet thrilling manner. There was no doubt in my mind that these were the most fantastic legs I had ever laid eyes on. My mouth hovered inches away as I imagined tasting the sleek nylons, running my hands up and down the sheerness, kissing and fondling the gorgeous gams, and treating the limbs with the reverence that they deserved. 

Realizing that my pause had gone on too long and that I had been blatantly staring, I reluctantly tore my gaze from those fantastic visions of beauty and proceeded with my menial task. With a sigh, I headed away from the beauty of her legs and inched towards the wall.

As I crawled forward on my hands and knees I saw her shoes sneak out of sight. Seconds later I felt the hard heels land gently on my back, resting casually, as if accustomed to being placed there. A tremor shot through me and I stopped suddenly. An entirely new and pleasant sensation coursed through my entire body. On my hands and knees, used as a human footstool, I felt a rush of satisfaction that I had never felt before. The breath caught in my throat. A state of rapture came over me.

"Ooh! I have my very own footstool! So soft and comfortable. Finally I can relax." Marie's voice sounded so playful and excited that I joined in the fun.

"I'm at your service Ma'am. Here to please." The words came out with a just a hint of humor. Even though completely flushed with excitement, I tried my best to keep the situation light. 

The truth was that I felt a totally unfamiliar and yet strangely profound sensation blazing through my body. A long forgotten yet pronounced drive of masochism stirred in my groin. For some reason I was becoming tremendously aroused by this peculiar act of playful servitude. It was as if the supplicating position I was in and the humbling gesture of her legs resting on my back combined to completely subjugate me. Suddenly, thoroughly, a deep need to be used in this manner came over me. Becoming a lowly piece of furniture, a thing, an object, provided me a shelter, a haven of demeaning value to this goddess. 

My mind fogged in a completely lustful haze that totally immobilized me. The web that her legs cast ensnared me, trapping me in a prison of lust.

Finally, with a sense of loss, I tore myself from the strange position, temporarily ending the masochistic sensation. From above, I heard her let out a tiny sigh of disapproval indicating her disappointment with my decision. Crawling out from under her feet to the outlet, I was reinserting the plug that hung partially out when I heard Bob approach.

"Hi, Marie." He said in his usual insincere, slick manner. Quickly, I attempted to back out, more than a little embarrassed with being caught under the desk. Before I could escape, Marie's foot pressed against my rear preventing any further movement. Hesitating, I obeyed the silent demand of her heel and remained where I was, freezing instantly, totally immobile. Something in me would not allow any resistance against the firm pressure of the biting, sharp heel. Her foot controlled me somehow and I yielded to its imperial command. 

"Hi Bob." She answered sweetly and a little too pleasantly. Her voice seemed a little more flirtatious than when she talked to me. Or was I just imaging it?

"What did you decide about this weekend?" He asked. Before I could evaluate the conversation Marie pushed harder against my rear and forced me to lie flat on the floor. She ground one heel sharply into my butt, digging the point of her heel in firmly as if emphasizing some particular point. The other shoe rested softly on my shoulder, the toe part on it directly and the heel touching the front. 

The sensation her feet caused in me felt strange, yet somewhat calming, as I lay on the floor under her. With unquestioned obedience, I didn't fight the commands of her feet. Accepting the position without question, a rush of raw lust clouded my mind. Used now as a rug to her feet, surprisingly I felt myself harden against the floor. The unfamiliar awareness of being under her in this manner was causing a physical reaction in my soul as well as my groin. Yet I didn't resist. I couldn't. I didn't want to leave this place at her feet. My hips, as if with a mind of their own, ground slowly against the floor, causing my turgid manhood to leak as the rubbing brought him close to explosion. The bizarre act of erotic submission was overwhelming. The very act of humbling myself to the beautiful Marie in this manner revealed some sort of secret part of my soul.

"I'd love to go out with you." She replied coyly to Bob, the way a teenager accepted her first date with the football jock.

"Good, I'll pick you up around seven." The two continued chatting for a few more minutes but the words floated by, lost in the haze that befuddled my mind while I remained ensnared under her desk. Her imperial feet imprisoned me there. The odd feeling was like an opiate blurring my mind while enhancing my senses. It was hard to describe the powerful sensations. Mentally, I felt relaxed, almost comfortable lying there under her feet. Emotionally, I felt used, degraded somewhat, but deep down I relished the feeling and a part of me accepted the new position as though I belonged there. 

After Bob left, she kept her feet on me for a while. Time stood still as the minutes ticked by. As long as she rested on me I couldn't move. Frankly, I couldn't even think. My mind disengaged and accepted it's due. 

Finally, Marie removed her feet from my back, placing them directly in front of my face. My butt and shoulders immediately longed for their return. As my eyes refocused upon reality, returning from the erotic state of bliss, the first thing I saw was the reflection from the shine of her shoes a scant inch from my nose. Inhaling slightly, a hint of the scent of the shoe fabric became apparent. Breathing deeper I thought I smelled a bit of foot odor, that musky female perfume. The aroma intoxicated me. Remaining there by the delicate foot, uninhibited now by the strange feelings, I lingered much longer than I should have, captivated by her exotic feet and legs. Finally, I rose, leaving her blessed feet behind, my face tinged red. She moved a bit as I crawled out, slightly brushing her exquisite leg against my cheek. The gesture seared into a part of my psyche and I surrendered readily. There was no doubt. I belonged to her. 

As I stood, Marie studied my face with a sly grin on hers.

"How come you're going out with Bob?" I managed to ask her, awkwardly trying to regain some composure and some sense of self-respect. "I thought that we were doing something Saturday." Her smile beamed at me the way an adult grins at the cleverness of a little child.

"We are, silly. Remember? You said you would help me clean my apartment. Come over around noon and you can make lunch for us before we start cleaning. Won't that be fun?" Her face lit up as if pleased with the solution to this problem. Unable to resist her charms, I nodded agreeably and went off to work.

The rest of the day went badly for me. No matter what I did I couldn't seem to concentrate. Many times throughout the day, I felt like I was still under her desk and under the spell of her feet and her legs. At a staff meeting Bob clearly held the advantage over me. He was sharp and perceptive while I could barely contribute, my mind wandering back to those odd feelings as I lay on the hard carpet. 

There was nothing I could do to stop thinking about Marie's legs. Those long, slender legs. Sitting in the chair at the meeting I turned red remembering lying on the floor with her feet on me. Lost in the reverie, I was wondering about my reaction to the strange yet exciting situation when the boss asked me a question. Stammering out a confused and inappropriate response, Bob finally interrupted, answering with the correct reply. He was complimented for his astuteness and I was reprimanded. Afterwards, I left the meeting with a sour taste in my mouth. Usually I was the one who had all of the answers.

Saturday, twelve o'clock sharp, I arrived at Marie's apartment. The night before was spent in a restless and agitated state. Deep in sleep I had tossed and turned as my dreams were filled with various visions of Marie and her luscious legs. In the drama that played in my head, she towered over me as I lay under her desk, standing above me like some kind of beautiful goddess, her long legs stretching upwards, disappearing under her tight mini-skirt. Just before the alarm, at the periphery of one dream I was vaguely aware of kneeling before her, her awesome legs resting on my naked back as some kind of footstool while she and Bob kissed passionately on the couch. 

Breaking out of the nightmare, I awoke with a start. For some reason, the vision of Marie and Bob making out with me at their feet aroused me yet, at the same time, caused feelings of humiliation. Somehow the two emotions, arousal and shame, got all mixed up and seemed to fuel each other. The humiliation, the degradation, both added to the excitement and created a fire of raw lust, confusing me thoroughly.

During the drive to her apartment I fought against the masochistic elements of the dream. My sense of pride took control and I vowed to sexually conquer Marie before her date with Bob. There was no doubt in my mind that I was going to seduce her into bed and satisfy her so completely that she wouldn't want to go out with him. Or if she did, she would be too spent to want him. 

That was my plan. 

When I arrived, we immediately started cleaning her place. As I labored diligently, I noticed Marie did less and less work. A thought flashed through my mind as I scoured her toilet. We had never gone out and here I was, on my hands and knees, scrubbing her ceramic throne. It certainly seemed that Marie and I had a different sort of relationship. 

After I finished the bathroom I wandered through the apartment trying to find Marie. She was sprawled sexily on the couch. As I studied her from the side I couldn't help but notice her long legs resting on the coffee table. She was leaning over slightly, applying polish to her fingernails while glancing now and then at the television. My eyes followed the trail of her naked gams as they spanned the length from the couch to the table. For a brief instance, I felt a pang of envy for the table, remembering a similar position from the day before. Before I could say anything she looked up and gave me one of her princess smiles. 

"If you hurry and finish the rest of the apartment I'll let you do my toenails." She said and wrinkled her cute little nose. She waved one of her bare feet at me as if displaying a present. My eyes were drawn to her lanky legs and I stared at her toes. The gesture made me grow hard inside the confines of my pants. She seemed to notice the slight growth and grinned. Her eyebrows shot up as she acknowledged my arousal. 

"You did say you were here to serve." Her look was one of challenge. 

Moistening a dry mouth, I rushed through the balance of the chores and when finally finished, hurried to the couch. Marie was sipping a coke and watching some television soap opera. Relaxed yet in control, she didn't even glance at me as she handed me the nail polish. Her hand motioned me to the floor in front of her, shoving the coffee table away with a foot. Like a humble servant, I knelt obediently. Her foot landed on my thigh, resting lightly. As soon as it landed on me I immediately felt the same strange sensation that coursed through me yesterday. Transfixed, mesmerized by the long, lanky, perfect legs, I slowly opened the bottle. Carefully, my eyes reluctantly leaving the sight of her gorgeous gams, I applied the bright red liquid, taking the time to do it right. 

It didn't take long before I became enthralled with the process. Totally absorbed in the precious duty, I felt a sense of wanting to be there at her feet, needing to be there. 

The phone rang during my delightful chore, interrupting the blissful harmony. 

"Hello? Oh hi, Bob." Marie answered sweetly. She ground her foot into my thigh as if emphasizing some point. She pulled the one I was polishing out from my hand and rested it on my shoulder. Puzzled, I looked up at her. Her legs had parted slightly and my eyes drew slowly up them and inevitably searched the blessed juncture, desperately seeking the area where they met, craving the vision that lie between. Her shorts were so brief that the edge of her panties could be discerned. She noticed my lustful, untactful stare and took quick action. Swinging her foot behind my head, Marie forced me down to my hands and knees. From this position I could no longer peek between her legs. Her feet rested comfortably on my back.