The Fetish Challenge

Anyone who knows me knows about my love for the female foot. I can tell you when my foot fetish developed (during puberty) but not why. I can tell you about the many sub fetishes that fall under the broader term “foot-fetish” but I can’t tell you how my sub fetishes developed. I can even tell you about the many women who have loved me and my fetish over the years but there is only one, one woman of many, who satisfied all of my fetish fantasies at one time. 


Joyce and I dated a long time ago, and she was kind of young for me at the time. I always dated older women because they accepted and loved my foot fetish and my desire to massage, kiss, lick and play with their feet. At the time Joyce and I started dating, I was 24 and she was 19. She was a redheaded Puerto Rican with a slim build and a shaved pussy. She was sexually liberated for her age, wanting to try anything new and different. She and I played around with swinging, girl-girl sex, pictures and movie making, bondage and discipline and anything else she could think of. She loved anal sex as much or more than regular sex and loved giving head. She loved the way I would pay attention to her feet and always kept her tootsies looking good, paying for pedicures weekly. (I would have done that myself, however the smell of nail polish makes me nauseous.) She was the first person I ever told all of my fetish desires and fantasies to. Little did I know, she would go out of her way to make them all come true. 


Joyce and I were lying in bed after a round of whatever kinky thing we had tried that night when she asked me that fateful question, “Is there anything YOU want to do, or do you have ANY fantasies that you would like to fulfill?” I guess she felt guilty because our entire sexual relationship to that point had been composed of us fulfilling her fantasies. I hesitated a little and she knew then that there must be something I wanted to try. She put the pressure on, saying, “Come on John, tell me what it is! I want to make you happy. I want to be your fantasy for a night, or a weekend, or for however long it takes! I can do ANYTHING you want me too!”


“Joyce, I have never told anyone the things I am going to tell you right now. I have always been embarrassed by these particular desires, always wondering if I was ‘normal’ and ‘sane’ because of them. Please don’t think worse of me for them and if they freak you out, just let me know and we’ll forget the whole thing, ok?”


The look in her eye made me wonder if I had crossed some imaginary line in our relationship but I plodded on, wanting, no needing to confess these desires to someone, anyone. Her eyes never left mine and her lips mouthed the words, “Go on…”


“I have always wanted a lady to pee on me, not that I want to drink her pee, well maybe taste it a little, while she stands over me. And I have always wanted to lick a girls feet clean after she’s been barefoot all day and her feet are dirty and finally, I would love to be made to a woman’s shoes off after she had been in them all day and have her rub her socks on my face and chest. I don’t know why, but the humiliation of these situations make me turgid, makes me so excited! I want to be humiliated a little, not like public stuff or anything, just play between lovers kind of stuff, if you know what I mean.”


She didn’t say anything for a long time, and never took her eyes off of mine while I nervously told her my desires. She smiled a little and said, “I’ll see what I can do,” turned over and went to sleep. I was mad at myself, figuring that she was repulsed and turned off by my desires and she probably didn’t want anything to do with me. I don’t think I slept that night, or if I did, it couldn’t have been much. I kept watching her sleeping form, wishing that I had never confessed my fetishes to her. I was in so much pain by the time I left for work, I knew I would not be very productive but didn’t want to stay home either, for obvious reasons. 


That was the first day Joyce didn’t call me at work, adding to my fears. At lunch time, I called the apartment but got no answer. I was starting to really worry now, thinking the worst and expecting it, too. I drove home with a pit in my stomach, vowing to never bring up my desires to anyone, ever again. I pulled into the parking lot of our building and sat there, watching for signs of activity, wanting to know whether or not Joyce would be there before entering. After a few minutes and not seeing any activity, I got out of the car with a sigh, went to the apartment and opened the door. Upon opening the door, I was hit by a wave of heat that would have knocked a horse down. 


“Great!” I exclaimed, thinking the A/C was on the fritz and forgetting Joyce and my current problems. On in I went, dropping my lunch bag on the table and reaching for the cordless phone while loosening my tie. Turning around while on hold with the apartment complex’s answering service, I glanced down the hall and into our bedroom. I saw something I would never forget. Joyce sat on my dressing chair, legs crossed, wearing a knit cotton tank top, short athletic shorts, Nike sneakers and white socks, pulled high on the calf. She looked at me and smiled, then crooked her finger, beckoning me to come closer. I put the phone back in it’s cradle and walked down the hall toward her.


“Turn the A/C on and come here, John,” she said. The thermostat read 82 degrees in the hallway and Joyce watched me with a grin while I did what she asked. “Take off your clothes and do exactly as I say, ok?” 


“Sure,” I agreed, relieved that she was actually still here and amazed that she wanted to have sex. I stood naked in front of her, my dick growing in length and girth as she stared at it, wondering what was next. Did she want to blow me like she had done in the past? Did she want to jack me off on her tits? Neither would explain why the heat was on and on so high. It all came together for me when she raised a leg and tapped my nut sack with the tip of her tennis shoe. 


“It is so hot in here, my feet are so hot and sweaty. I don’t like it when my feet are sweaty John, you know that don’t you?”


“Yes,” I agreed, knowing better to disagree with her. (Truth was, she hated having cold toes and loved for me to warm hers whenever they got cold.)


“Why don’t you get on your knees and thank me for getting my feet all hot and sweaty? I did it for you anyway so I think you should thank me for what I did, don’t you?” she asked, as her toes kept a menacing rhythm tapping on my balls.


“Yes,” I said, as I went to my knees and rested my head on her legs. This allowed me to look up at her as I thanked her over and over again for getting her feet hot for me. I knew more and better things had to come. 


The place started to cool off a little as the A/C tried to catch up with all the pent up heat in the little apartment. Joyce looked lovingly down at me and smiled while I thanked her. She placed one shoe-clad foot upon my chest and pushed me down, hard, to the ground. I got even more excited at this point, knowing that she was working on making at least one fantasy come true for me. She growled at me, “I don’t think you really mean it! Why don’t you show some true appreciation by kissing my feet for me?”


I immediately kissed the top of her tennis shoe, noticing every detail on her socks and shoes as I did. I noticed her faded shoestrings and the famous Nike swirl, hers was red. I noticed her socks and how they fit over her slim ankles like a second skin. I noticed the dirt on her shoes, making the white leather dark gray in some places, a lighter gray in others. I noticed most of all the way she moved her shoes around for me, allowing me access to every inch of her sneakers. I kissed the tops, the bottoms, the sides and the tongue with abandon. I’ve never been into shoes as a sub-fetish, but was getting into this knowing and hoping that she had more in store for me. 


“Take off my shoes, John. I mean, I can’t feel your kisses on my shoes, for crying out loud. Take off my shoes and kiss my feet for me!”


I took her left shoe and untied the string holding it to her foot. I loosened the string and pulled the tongue out some. Joyce hooked her foot over my shoulder and pulled. Her shoe came off and rolled down my back as she quickly put her sock clad foot on my face and pressed hard. I pressed back against her foot, wanting to keep it right where it was. She put her toes over my nose and my mouth was on the little pad right below her toes. I could not think or react in anyway once the first inhalation reached my brain. Her feet never stank and even now, after being encased in her shoes in the heat for who knows how long, all I got was a slightly musky odor mixed with the leather smell of her shoes. She rubbed her moist, sweaty foot up and down my face and over and over again I breathed deep of her foot scent. I was in heaven! 


“Lie on your back now, let me massage my feet with your face,” she told me.


I lay on my back as commanded and watched her as she raised her leg, untied her right shoe and pulled her foot out. She placed that foot down upon my face and rubbed it up and down, like she had the left one. Once again, the odor of her sock-encased foot hit my brain and I got another rush. (I’ve heard it stated that the rush comes from pheromones, but all I know is it feels like laughing gas or something.) Over and over again her feet ran their course up and down my face. I was in heaven, my cock straining and throbbing from the immense pleasure she was giving me. She moaned occasionally, either from the massage my face was giving her by default or from the power she held over me at that time. I barely moved the entire time, wanting to enjoy all I could of her lovely size 7’s and their scent. 


Joyce pulled her feet away from my face and looked down at me, smiling all the while. She put her fingers in the top part of her sock on her left foot and pulled it down and off. As she wriggled her toes, I noticed the sole of her foot was dirty. Somehow, she had gotten her foot dirty before placing it in her sock and shoe. She grinned all the harder as she held her foot down to my face, keeping it inches away and just out of reach. While holding her left foot there for me to stare at, she pulled her right sock off and let that foot join the other, just above my face. Both feet were dirty and the implication of what was about to happen set it. I knew right then and there that Joyce was special and that her love for me and my fetishes made me want her so bad. 


I stretched my neck as far as I could, wanting to taste her toes and soles. She pulled her feet back even further and said, “My feet got dirty this morning and they need cleaning. Can you help me John?”


“Unhh huh,” I muttered as I stretched again, trying to get those feet closer to me and my tongue. 


“Are you sure you can clean them for me? Maybe we should get a towel or something…” she teased. That’s when I lost it and grabbed her right foot and licked it from heel to toe. There was no way I was going to let this opportunity pass me by! She lied back in the dressing chair and let me have my way with her foot while resting her other foot on my cheek. The dirt on her feet wasn’t of the muddy barefoot variety, rather it was ground in dirt, like she had walked barefoot for a while before putting on her socks and shoes. There was no grit or anything, just a slightly acidic taste that could have been from her foot sweat or the light layer of dirt I was busy cleaning off for her. Joyce was moving her feet for me, placing first this toe, then that one, then this heel, then that pad and arch. How long we stayed like that I’ll never know, but I do know that when she pulled her feet away from me, they were as clean as they could be without actually using soap and water. I looked at Joyce with pure lust in my eyes, wanting to consummate this fantasy with a good lovemaking session, a way to show my appreciation.


“John, I’m so disappointed,” she said.


I almost panicked, thinking that she didn’t like the experience and this would be the last time I would ever live this fantasy.


“You promised to clean my feet for me and they aren’t clean!”


“But dear, yes they are, well they are as good as I could make them. Maybe I could lick them some more for you?”


“No John, I don’t think so. I don’t think you can get them clean without some help. Come with me,” she said, then stood up and made her way to the bathroom. 


“First, I must punish you for the poor job you did. You agree you should be punished, right?”


“Well, yeah, ok, I guess,” I stammered, not knowing what was next and definitely knowing I didn’t like pain. 


“Get in the bathtub on your knees and kneel before me,” she said. I did. “Good, now, I need to pee, and your punishment is to take my pee in your face. Ok?”


I agreed as she stood up and over me, using the side of the tub as a stool to stand on. She held open her lips and I looked directly into her vagina and deep inside her. I gazed at her legs and looked down at her feet, which were gripping the tub side so hard her toes turned white. While I was looking at her feet, the first stream of urine hit me square in the face and ran down my chin and on to my chest. She stopped her pee stream long enough to look at me to see if this was all right. Trust me, it was more than all right, it was heaven! This is what I longed for so long. She didn’t say a word, just looked at me, saw my ecstatic look and strained her muscles a little and the pee started coming. She peed in my face and down my body and I loved every minute of it, enjoying her nectar as it traced fingers of fire down my body. Her pee puddled in the bottom of the tub and too soon it was over. She took my head forcefully in both hands while stepping into the tub and brought my face to her twat. I stuck out my tongue, knowing what was expected of me and licked her clean. She shuddered a little and pulled me away from her puss, bent down and kissed me full on the lips. 


“Now, maybe you can clean my feet properly,” she stated, standing up and holding her left leg up so I could inspect the sole of her foot. Her pee dripped off of her foot, running down from her heel to her toes and off into the tub. I couldn’t believe what she was asking of me. Did she really want me to lick her pee from her foot? Joyce didn’t leave time or room for debate. She leaned back against the rear wall of the tub and put her foot square on my mouth. I licked. She moaned. She placed that foot back into the tub, back into her pee puddle and placed her other foot within reach. I didn’t have to be told or forced this time, taking her foot in my hand and licking it with gusto. Then she switched legs again. 


We went on like this for some time and about halfway through our little pee session, I noticed that Joyce was playing with herself. Once she orgasmed, she turned the shower on, pulled me to my feet and got on her knees. As the hot shower washed down both of our bodies, Joyce sucked me off, bringing me to an orgasm that made my knees buckle and spots appear before my eyes. This was truly a dream come true for me. 


Later, as we lie in bed side by side, I found out all the preparation that she had went through to make this day a reality. She had gone to the grocery store in the morning, wandering up and down the aisles barefoot, getting a real good basecoat on her soles. She spent the rest of the day barefoot and only put her socks and shoes on an hour or so before I was due home. Once she was dressed, she turned up the heat, and sat real still as to not disturb the dirt or have her socks remove it by friction. She sipped ice tea to keep cool and to make sure her bladder was full. She had put a lot of thought into fulfilling my fantasy and the effort she made was well received! We dated for quite awhile, with her fulfilling this fantasy for me many different ways on many different occasions, but I will always remember our first time.

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Lick My Feet and Suck My Toes

I had sex with my ex-Stepmom, Carol, on Christmas Eve and again on Christmas morning. Then, after Christmas dinner, I had sex with not only my ex-Stepmom but also with her bi-sexual lesbian lover, Debbie. Okay? I freely admit it and I'm glad I did it.

Oh, and I nearly forgot, I received a gum job from Carol's deceased mother, Estelle. Don't ask. It's a long story. Now that it's all out in the open, now that the sexual relationship that I had with my ex-Stepmom is over, it's my ex-Stepmom's daughter who I want. I know, I'm depraved aren't I? Let's hope my ex-Stepmom doesn't have any other female relatives, cousins or sisters or aunts.

I'm not related to my ex-Stepmom's daughter. We both have different mothers and fathers, but it is exciting to imagine that she's my sister or stepsister, even though she's just a stranger to me, really, especially having just met her only a few hours ago. It makes my cock harder thinking that I'm about to have incestuous sex with a relative, by having sex with my ex-Stepmom's daughter, in the way that I had sex with my ex-Stepmom.

Honey, that's her name, surprised her mother at the door on Christmas Day and as soon as I saw her, I was in love. Who wouldn't be? She's stunning.

"Johnny," said Carol to me. "I'd like you to meet my daughter, Honey."

The perfect name for her by her skin tone. Honey is a black beauty, a Nubian princess, but is oh so difficult to read. After you've finished reading this story, you'll see that she's full of surprises, too. I think she likes me as much as I like her. Actually, I fear that I like her, love her, more than she likes me. I know she doesn't love me, yet, but she will. 

Against my ex-Stepmom's wishes, Honey invited me to sleep with her in her room, the guest bedroom. Only, she said that I had to sleep in my clothes and on the floor, while she slept in the bed. Hey, I'd sleep in my hat, coat, gloves, and boots, so long as I was sleeping in the same room and breathing the same air as Honey.

Then, once we were situated in the guest bedroom, with me getting comfy on the floor, I couldn't believe it when she started undressing in front of me. Looking up at her with my pulse rate racing, my heart beating faster, and my cock hardening to the stiffest it's been, I couldn't take my eyes of her, while watching her slow striptease. It was the most erotic thing I've ever seen.

I watched as she unbuttoned and removed her wool sweater. I could tell from how her big bra puffed out her blouse that she had big tits. Never thinking that she'd continue removing any other article of clothing, except for, perhaps, her shoes, figuring she'd finish undressing for bed in the bathroom, fortunately, I was so wrong. I couldn't believe my eyes when she reached around herself, unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt and allowed it to fall to the floor, before kicking off her shoes.

Now, standing before me in her blouse, with her blouse tails barely concealing her white panties, I was really getting aroused, an understatement wondering how far she'd go with this little strip show. Then, I watched her unbutton and remove her blouse exposing her white 36C bra to me. Now, dressed only in her bra and bikini panty, with a slender waistline, shapely thighs, and a round black, bubble ass, she had the body of an Olympic athlete, a runner or a swimmer.

With light brown skin that looked so creamy soft, I couldn't wait to touch her, to hold her, and to kiss her. There's something so erotic about seeing a woman in her panty and bra. I'd rather see a woman parading around in her underwear than naked, that is, of course, unless she was naked and in bed with me.

Pinch me I'm dreaming. It was beyond my wildest imaginings to see her reach around behind her back and unhook her bra. Watching her, as if watching her in slow motion, suddenly, everything seemed so surreal instead of so real. I was swooning with her every movement. 

As if I wasn't even in the room with her, she stared straight ahead, while her bra straps fell from her shoulders, first one and then the other. Then, in one fluid motion, she peeled her bra from her breasts.

I was stunned. I was excited. I was so very happy. I couldn't believe my eyes. There before me was Honey unabashedly topless.

Natural and not having those silicone, plastic, phony boobs, she had the most shapely and prettiest tits I've ever seen. Looking so much like Naomi Campbell, only prettier, but not as tall and not as skinny, more shapelier, she stood before me topless in just her white bikini panty. My black Goddess was a vision to behold. I was in the perfect position on the floor to bow before my black beauty.

Looking more closely, actually, leering without blinking my eyes for fear that I'd miss something, I saw a few of her curly, black pubes peeking out from her panty, along with the perfect outline of her camel toe. I couldn't wait to bury my face in her black pussy and lick her to an orgasmic conclusion. Never having been with a black woman before, now I understood the statement, once you go black, you never go back...to a white woman, that is. 

"Stand up and kiss me," she said. 

Obediently, I stood. She wanted to see what kind of kisser I was. I was more than happy to oblige her every wish, to accommodate even her most meaningless whim, and indulge whatever her desire.

Finally, with the third kiss, I passed her kissing test. Only, along the way, she melted my heart with her kisses. She was the best kisser I have ever experienced. Swooning and weak kneed, I was hers for the taking. With her lips so full and so soft and her tongue so teasingly delightful, she made me say something that I shouldn't have said, but don't regret saying it.

"I love you, Honey."

I couldn't believe I said it. I just blurted it. I spoke how I truly felt, at the time, after she kissed me so deeply and so lovingly. No one has ever kissed me like that before. Yet, I had just met this woman on Christmas Day, not more than a mere few hours ago. How could I possibly be in love with her? Yet, I was.

Call it fate, call it kismet, call it love at first sight but I was in love with Honey. She was my dream woman come true. Never have I ever thought I'd be attracted to a woman of another race, indeed, I was.

"You love me?" She looked at me like only a black woman can look, while looking at a dumb ass fool of a white man. She looked at me, as if I was crazy, and I was. I was crazy about her.

"I do. I love you, Honey," I said again to not only reinforce how I felt about her to her but also to make me realize that I truly did love her, and I did.

I love Honey. I wanted to scream her name from the rooftops. Such a perfect name for such a perfect woman. If honey is sweet, my Honey is sweeter. Honey, Honey, Honey, I loved the sound of her name.

"How can you love me? You just met me," she said taking a step away from me. "You don't even know me. The idea that you love me is dumb. You're just a dumb ass fool," she said putting a hand to her hip and tilting her head at an angle, as if to get a better look at me. "You act like you've never seen a beautiful, topless, black woman before."

"Actually, you're right. You are the first beautiful, topless, black woman I've ever seen. Only, the way you look has nothing to do with how I feel about you," I said. Even I couldn't say that with a straight face and she shot me a look of disbelief. "Okay, the way you look has everything to do with how I feel about you. Look at you. You're gorgeous, but--"

"Shut up! Just shut your white ass up," she said putting her hand up in my face, as if it was a mini stop sign. "You aren't making any sense and are ruining my mood."

Not wanting to ruin her mood, whichever mood she meant, good mood or hopefully, a sexual mood, I thought about apologizing, but for what? For telling her that I love her? You can't apologizing to someone for loving them and I did love her. I really did. Love at first sight, never have I felt the way that I do about anyone, as I do about her now.

"I do love you, Honey. I'm not going to apologize for how I feel. Call it fate, kismet or love at first sight. Whatever you want to call it," I said, "as a reason for how I feel. I love you."

"Hush up, now, sugar," she said.

In the way she said, hush up, now, sugar, I imagined her saying that to our seven children, Honey, named after her, Carol, named after her mother, my ex-Stepmom, John, Jr. named after me, Paul, George, Ringo, named after the Beatles, and Tyrone, named after her father. 

"Okay," I said content for her to tell me what to do and when to do it.

I assumed my position on the floor with my back to her, ready for her to evict me from her room and from her heart or while waiting for her to turn off the light and for us to go to sleep. Only, even though I was tired, exhausted really from having sex with my ex-Stepmom, Carol, her lesbian lover, Debbie, and Carol's dead mother, Estelle, I could never sleep, not with this beautiful woman in the room with me.

"What are you doing, fool?"

Fool? What happened to sugar?

"Nothing, just sitting here on the floor waiting for you to kick me out of the room or turn off the light. It's your call."

"Why would I do that? Why would I kick you out of the room," she said. "I like you, too. I don't love you, but we can work on that in time."

I turned to face her. There was hope for love, in time. She made me crumble. She was just so drop dead beautiful. When I looked in her eyes, she melted me. If she told me to jump out a window, I would. I'd do anything to please Honey.

"Okay, sure, one step at a time," I said giving her a smile and looking at her, as if I was a new puppy rescued and taken home on the first day.

"Just stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like I'm the last, cold, bottle of beer on the planet."

"I'm sorry if I want to drink all that you are up in one big gulp, but that's what you do to me."

"Make yourself useful and go and fetch me a basin of warm water. I need to soak my feet. My feet hurt," she said squeezing one of them with her hand.

Soak her feet? Talk about ruining a mood. My grandmother used to soak her feet. Yet, if it would make Honey happy to soak her feet, so be it.

Never have I been subservient to a woman before. Okay, there were those times when I was spying on my Stepmom, trying to peek up her skirt and down her blouse, that I was willing to do anything she asked of me, just to hang around her longer to see whatever I could of her. Seeing her panty and bra constantly and continually, I saw plenty with that obedient behavior and subservient arrangement. 

"Okay, sure," I said getting up and grabbing a basin from the bathroom and filling it halfway with warm water. Carefully, without spilling a drop, I set it in front of her. "Try that. See if it's not too hot."

"Perfect," she said. "Oh, that feels so good. I've been on my feet all day traveling to get here. I need a washcloth and a towel, too, baby."

Baby? She called me baby instead of fool and dumb ass. I must have scored some points with the water temperature of her foot bath. Definitely, I preferred being called baby and sugar to fool and dumb ass.

"Sure, no problem. I'll get you one." Hurriedly, I grabbed both from the linen closet and handed them to her. "Here you go," I said handing her the washcloth and towel.

"Here you go," she said with attitude and handing me back the washcloth and towel. "Wash my feet."

Wash her feet? She could have said, wash my feet, please, baby. That would have been a better way to ask, to ask nicely.

"Okay," I said getting down on my knees, wetting the facecloth with warm water, and washing her feet, first one and then the other, making sure that I washed in between every toe, even her little pinky toe. Only, instead of giggling with me touching her feet and toes, she was cooing.

A first time for everything, I guess, I never washed anyone's feet before, not even my own. I mean, I wash my feet, but when I'm in the shower. I've never had a foot bath.

"Oh, baby, that feels so good. You have no idea."

I'm back to being called baby again. That's good, only, I did a double take. She was cooing. I couldn't believe it. You'd think I was fingering her pussy, licking her clit, and sucking her nipples in the way she was acting, swooning, actually, with her head tilted back and her eyes closed.

I never would have guessed that a foot bath could be so erotically and sexually pleasurable. Who knew? Had I known this before about women, I would have carried a portable foot bath with me to all the bars and nightclubs that I went when trying to pick up women.

"Free foot baths," I imagined myself saying to all the available women in the bar. "Free foot baths, for beautiful, single women only." 

"Oh, I'll take a free foot bath," I imagined a beautiful, buxom, blonde wearing a short mini skirt saying. When she turned to face me in her chair and lifted her feet in my foot bath, I ogled her panties. 

"How's that feel, pretty lady?"

"I've been walking around in my high heels all day and you have no idea how good a foot bath feels right about now. It makes me want to do anything, anything and everything, to the man who bathes my feet," I imagined her saying, while running her tongue over her lips. "Do me a favor and let me suck your cock, while my feet are soaking."

Oh, my God! It was then that I realized giving a woman a foot bath was a better job than even a shoe salesmen. Who knew? There should be an instruction book, a manual for guys on how to really give a woman what she wants and what she needs, a foot bath.

I imagined having foot bath stands, like shoeshine stands all across America. I imagined writing a book on foot baths and Spielberg making a movie, called Foot Bath, from my book. Suddenly, the image of giving Oprah a foot bath on live TV filled me with lustful desire to bed the black woman that I was with now. 

"Do you get off on me washing your feet, Honey?"

As soon as I asked the question, I couldn't believe I asked the question. What if she did get off on me washing her feet? So what? Shut the fuck up? When will I ever learn.

Maybe she doesn't want to be confronted with the idea that she has a foot fetish. Maybe she's embarrassed that she has a foot fetish. Maybe, it was as simple as she just wanted a foot bath because her feet where tired and swollen.

Sometimes, I wish I'd just shut up and not ruin things by opening my stupid mouth. Maybe this was what she was talking about when she mentioned my ruining her mood. I am such a fool and a dumb ass.

"You have no idea," she said looking down and smiling at me with a look of love and sexual satisfaction on her face, as if she just had an orgasm. 

"I'm glad I could make you happy, Honey."

"I love my feet being touched, caressed, and massaged," she said, so relaxed as if she had just received a full body massage. "Oh, yeah, baby, massage my feet," she said as soon as I lifted her foot from the water, wiped it with the towel, and massaged it. 

"How's that feel, I said gently caressing her feet."

"Your big hands feel so good on my little feet," she said, as I towel dried her other foot and massaged it, too. "My feet are my nipples, my G spot," she said lifting her freshly cleaned and dried left foot to my face. 

"What? What are you doing," I said leaning away from her foot. Eww. Gross.

"Suck my toes, baby. Lick them real good. I want to feel your tongue between my toes. Suck my toes real good. Go ahead, baby. Don't be shy, sugar. Take each one in your mouth and give Mama's feet a good saliva bath."

Suddenly, I felt so used and abused, but I liked it, loved it, actually. I've never sucked a woman's toes before. At first I was turned off by the thoughts of sticking her foot in my mouth, but I've had my foot in my mouth plenty of times. What difference would it make whose foot I had in my mouth, hers or mine?

Then, I was a little nauseous thinking about sticking my tongue between her toes, but her feet were clean. I just washed them. What the Hell? If this is what my Honey wants, if this is what gets my Honey off, I'm all for it. Maybe when I'm done with her feet, she'll allow me to explore her pussy. Who knows, maybe she'll return the favor by giving me a cock bath, if there is such a thing?

"Oh, yeah, Honey, wash my cock real good," I imagined saying to her before holding it out by her mouth. "Now suck it. Suck it real good. Let me feel your tongue. Give my cock and my balls a good saliva bath."

Putting some passion behind it, making it more sexual than hygienic, I sucked her toes, as if I was licking her pussy and sucking her nipples. The more she squirmed with delight, the more I licked and sucked to make her move with desire, hopefully for me. I couldn't believe I was doing this. I was just glad my football buddies weren't here to see me doing this.

How embarrassing would that be? I'd never live down them calling me foot licker and toe sucker. They'd be wanting me to give them a foot massage, too, no doubt.

Only, I couldn't believe that I was making her hot by caressing her feet and sucking on her toes. I've heard of plenty of guys having a foot fetish, like that Tanner guy from the Bachelorette, when he wanted to suck Jillian's toes, but I never heard of a woman having a foot fetish, so much so that she was becoming aroused by me sucking her toes. Weird. When I looked up to see what she was doing, she had one hand down her panties and her other hand was fingering her nipple.

"Hey, let me do that for you," I so wanted to say, but didn't. Instead I kept my mouth shut for fear of ruining her mood. Only, I so wanted to say, "I've had quite enough of toe and foot duty. Give me one of your better body parts, your tits and/or your pussy. And what about your ass? Want me to lick your ass? I wouldn't mind tossing your salad, Honey."

Only, I was content helping to bring Honey to an orgasm any way that I could, even if I was at the opposite end of her body, her feet instead of her mouth. If sucking her toes, while she played with her pussy and fingered her nipples, made her cum, then who am I to question what gets her to where she needs to go?

Never have I experienced someone getting off on toe sucking and foot licking. Never have I sucked anyone's toes and licked anyone's feet. Never have I given anyone a foot bath. To be quite honest, she did have nice feet. Her feet were just as perfect as was the rest of her.

Suddenly, had I not ducked out of the way, Honey would have kicked me in the mouth. I thought she was having an epileptic fit. I thought she was convulsing. I thought I'd have to give her chest compression and mouth-to-mouth, but, she was just having a massive orgasm. Oh, my God. I'm the man. I'm the toe sucker, foot licker, and pedicure massager, who can get my Honey to where she wants and needs to go.

"Oh, baby, that was unbelievable," she gushed. "You made me cum so hard," she said breathlessly. "My pussy is soaking wet. I'm so horny," she said looking at me, as if I was a red tag at a Bloomingdale sale. "Is there anything that I can do for you?"

Oh, Honey, you have no idea what I have in mind that you can do for me.

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A Story of Foot Love and Lust

I spent many years on the road, working as a stand up comedian and radio personality. I retired about four years ago, but the experiences I have had over the years will last me a lifetime. Here is a story, completely true, about one of those experiences. 

I was dating a nice young lady back in 1993 who truly enjoyed my foot fetish. She would have me rub her feet, lick her toes, give her pedicures and often jacked me off with her feet. She worked as a stripper in Nashville Tennessee and I ran into her while doing a combination of standup comedy at Zanie’s Comedy Club and working as a disk jockey at an adult bar in downtown Nashville. Her stage name was Jordan and she was a looker. (You knew she had to be, she was a stripper.) Jordan and I began dating right after I ended a four-year marriage to an alcoholic wife. (Call it rebound, but damn it was fun.) The sex was incredible, and the foot sex indescribable. One night in particular stands out…

We went to a friend of Jordan’s for the evening, who was also a stripper. Annie worked at a different bar than we did, but was just as good looking as Jordan was. We went over to her house for dinner and to pick up some fitness equipment I had bought from her. We arrived around 5:00 on Sunday evening and sat down to a great chicken dinner and enjoyed a few bottles of a great Merlot. We moved into the living room area, to sober up a little and to chat about the nightclubs. Everything was moving along nicely, we were enjoying a great time and I was in heaven, hanging out with two beautiful young women. (And I was a little tipsy. Alcohol makes the world a wonderful place for me.) It had to happen sooner or later and it happened at around 7:00. Annie, then Jordan, kicked off her shoes. They both had on high-heeled shoes that most women have trouble walking in. Both wore white shoes with about a 5-inch heel. Jordan was wearing the ones she danced in. Annie wore red, open toed, 5-inch heels that strapped around her ankle. As Annie took off her shoes, my eyes were drawn to her feet, for I am and always have been a sole lover and I had not yet glimpsed her soles. Her soles were perfect, not calloused nor rough. They were almost pink in color with an arch that I knew was just made for foot jobs. Her feet were size 7 (I saw this in her shoes) and her toes were perfect, each one a little smaller than the one next to it. When I looked up (I had stared for quite awhile) both women had knowing smiles on their faces. Jordan knew I liked what I saw in her friend, and Annie knew that I liked feet. It didn’t bother me; I am comfortable in my foot fetish.

Neither girl said a word and the conversation picked up where it had left off, all of enjoying our night off. Jordan and Annie kept looking at each other and grinning, which I attributed to too much wine. A few minutes passed like this, with me sitting on a chair facing both women, who sat on an oversized couch next to each other, when Annie propped her feet on the coffee table. My eyes were drawn to her feet again. Jordan followed suit and put her feet up. Annie smiled at me, which I noticed when I finally looked up. I smiled back, blushing a little. Jordan caught my eye and grinned mischievously, for she knew the effect they were having on me. 

Annie broke the silence that had become thick as syrup. “My feet hurt, those heels are killer,” she said.

“Oh, they do hurt, don’t they? Men just don’t know what we go through to look nice for them, well, at least MOST men don’t,” Jordan said while tapping her friends arm and motioning for her to look at me again. I blushed again. “John, however, is not like MOST men. He does wonderful things for my feet,” Jordan further explained.

“Oh, I imagine that he does. He takes good care of you, doesn’t he, Jordan?” Annie asked. 

“He does give me the most wonderful massages. He has this trick where he can give my feet a total massage without ever using his hands.” My secret was out now for sure. 

“Wait, you said he doesn’t use his hands?” Annie asked.

“That’s right, totally hand free massages,” Jordan reemphasized. I sat there dumbfounded. It only got better from here. “Look, Annie, you have always said that you and I should take our relationship to the next level, right?”

“If your are saying what I think you are, then yes, you know how I feel about you.”

“Then here’s the deal. If John can give your feet a total massage, if he can totally relax your entire body through a hands free foot massage, I will be your sexual slave for the weekend. You can have my body to do with as you please. If he can’t then you will be mine for the weekend, you will do what I want you to, and I may not be in the mood for sex this weekend. Are you game?” Jordan laid down the bet.

“Shouldn’t we ask John about this? It does concern him.”

Jordan turned to me and I had a stupid grin on my face, all the answer she needed. “I think John will go for whatever I say here.”

“Then it’s a deal. How do we get started?”

“John, come over here,” Jordan said. 

I did, nervous and excited the entire time. When I got to the couch, Jordan had me move the coffee table out of the way and lie on my back on the floor. Annie had drawn her feet up when I lied down, now she looked down at me and smiled. She knew how I was going to massage her feet. She took her left leg and extended it toward my face, keeping it just above the reach of my tongue. She turned her foot this way then that way, showing me every inch of her delectable sole. I raised myself up trying to reach her foot. She pulled her foot further out of reach and I almost groaned. Jordan took one foot and started playing along my legs and stomach, drawing different patterns on my body with her foot, with the other leg curled up underneath her. I was in heaven and my pants were getting tighter and tighter as my cock grew in excitement. 

Annie brought her other foot out and started teasing me with both feet. She would lower one to my face, almost brushing my skin before lifting it and replacing it with the other foot. I propped my head on my hands, raising my head about four inches off the carpet. Jordan noticed this and tossed me a pillow. I leaned up to put the pillow under my head and got first contact with Annie’s foot. She placed it on my forehead ever so gently and just left it there. I slowly lowered my head on the pillow, not wanting to lose contact with her foot. At this point, I decided to go with the flow, not stretching for her feet and whining like some dog in heat. I was going to be a man about this, get the upper hand, so to speak. Once I stopped begging to get at her feet, she gave them to me. Annie brought both of her feet down to my face at once, one on either side of my face, resting them on my cheeks. I turned slightly to the right and licked her foot along her arch. I licked it long and slow, savoring the moment…

Annie looked down at me and smiled. She was truly enjoying what I was doing to her foot. I was too, to tell the truth. I licked her sole and the pad right below her toes. I stuck my tongue in between her littlest toe and the one next to it, running it in and out and back and forth. I sucked her little toe into my mouth and manipulated it for a little while, then moved on to the next one in line. Annie never looked away and never stopped smiling at me. Once I had licked all of her toes to her satisfaction, she replaced that foot with her other one, sticking her big toe right in my mouth. She made soft little moaning sounds but caught herself once she realized that Jordan was watching her reaction. Annie was determined to have Jordan for the weekend. Jordan was busy too while all of this was going on, running her foot up and down my jeans encased penis. I was rock hard and trying hard not to cum in my pants. Annie sat back and let me have my way with her feet. I licked her feet for what seemed like hours, my mind buzzing and my cock raging. These two beautiful strippers were having their way with me!

Both of the women kept eyeing each other mischievously. They knew that whoever won the bet they had made; they both would end up winning. The real issue at stake was which one would “be in charge.” I knew that Jordan was basically submissive and if it came down to an argument about who won, Jordan would give in. She would be happier letting Annie take over for the weekend. I knew that either way it went, I was in for some fun that weekend. Jordan had always been interested in a girl-girl encounter, but had never acted upon it. Annie on the other hand had several girl and boyfriends and enjoyed both sides of her bisexuality.

Annie made the first move, pulling her feet away from my face so that she could stand up and remove some clothes. She never said a word, she just started stripping. Off came her skirt, and then she removed her top and bra. She was not wearing panties. Her pussy was neatly trimmed, with what little pubic hair cut into what I refer to as a “racing stripe.” Her lips were full and pink and her opening was swelled slightly, allowing one to see part of the way into her womanhood. Annie was as pretty naked as she was fully clothed. Jordan reached down and unbuttoned my shirt and Annie pulled it off of me. Jordan unbuttoned my jeans and I raised my hips to allow her to remove them. I had kicked off my shoes a long time ago. Annie asked me to stand and when I did she removed my underwear, allowing my cock to break free from it’s constraints. I was in heaven and my dick pulsed with my heartbeat, showing my excitement. Annie leaned over and placed a kiss on the head of my penis, sending chills down my back. “I’m not totally relaxed yet,” she said, “How long is this supposed to take?”

Jordan replied, “I don’t know how you can’t be, I would be putty by now if he had done that to me. Why don’t we give him 10 more minutes with your feet and if you’re not TOTALLY relaxed, then you win the bet.” 

Jordan stood and started to remove her clothes, but Annie stopped her. Annie said that she wanted to undress Jordan after the bet was over. I started to lie back on the carpet, but Annie had me position myself on the other side of the coffee table. She placed her feet on the table and had Jordan do the same. The two of them slouched closer to each other, their thighs touching and their legs intertwined and I bent down to start licking Annie’s feet all over again. I could feel heat rising from their feet as I bent down. I stuck Annie’s big toe in my mouth and started sucking and licking it and her other toes with fury. I licked up and down her sole, I licked the sole of her other foot and sucked on those toes as well, I placed little kisses on the tops of her feet and licked her ankles. She was enjoying what I was doing, absent-mindedly rubbing her pussy and Jordan’s thigh through her white denim skirt. I kept getting whiffs of Jordan’s feet, the aroma I was oh so familiar with wafting up and assailing my nostrils. Her feet never stank, but she always had a musky, sweaty, leather smell that emanated from her tootsies whenever she wore her work shoes. 

I licked and played with and rubbed Annie’s feet for a half-hour at least and caught Jordan and Annie looking at each other several times, with what I can only describe as lust in their eyes. Annie pulled her feet away from my face and stood up, stretching her taught body as she did, showing off her fine form. Jordan looked up at Annie with both fear and lust in her eyes. She knew what was coming and even though she wanted it so bad, she was also a little nervous, maybe a little scared. It would be her first time with another woman.

Annie broke the silence and said to Jordan as she took Jordan’s hands in hers, “Stand up please and let me look you over.” Jordan did as she was told, shooting me a look that showed me how nervous she was. Jordan grinned like she always did when she was embarrassed as she stood there under the scrutiny of her best friend and soon to be lover. Annie started unbuttoning Jordan’s silk blouse, freeing Jordan’s undersized yet firm breasts. She next unbuttoned two buttons from Jordan’s skirt and drew in her breath as the skirt slid off her body and hit the floor. I sat there in total awe, staring at each of them in time, marveling that this weekend was turning out this way. Annie ran her hands up and down Jordan’s body, playing with both her ass and pussy at the same time. Jordan parted her thighs and moaned as Annie’s fingers found her clit. Annie stopped after a moment and had Jordan join me on my side of the coffee table, kneeling with me. 

Jordan knelt beside me and once she was in position, Annie stretched out her feet, placing one foot in front of each of us. “You told me that he could relax me with a hands free massage; he didn’t. Now I want you to help him, see if two of you can do what one couldn’t.” Jordan had never in her life licked or sucked on a foot of any kind, not even mine. She bent her head and looked at me for guidance. I decided to ignore her, concentrating instead on the foot placed before me. I went at her foot like a starving man while steadily eyeing Annie’s pussy. Annie had scooted down on the couch, resting her butt on the edge of the cushion, which allowed me a perfect view of her kitty. 

“John,” Annie said, “why don’t you come up here and let me take care of your poor dick? It looks all purple and painful. I promise you I can make it feel better.” I didn’t know how Jordan would react to this; we had never before considered swinging or sharing like this. I stood up with some trepidation, wondering if I was putting my whole relationship on the line, and walked over to where Annie sat. “Stand here on the couch, I want to suck you off while you watch Jordan play with my tootsies.”

I stood up on the couch and walked over to Annie, allowing her access to my cock and balls, my back arched slightly. I looked at Jordan, looking for any signs of distress. “Go ahead,” she said, “it’ll be fun. I want to watch you and her together.” That was the only encouragement I needed and I felt Annie’s lips engulf me at that moment. My knees buckled and my head swam as those first feelings overwhelmed me. Not only was my mind reeling from the blowjob, I was also watching my girlfriend suck Annie’s toes and it looked like she was really enjoying it, and I was also thinking in my head that I have always been a one woman man and was toying with the idea that this was cheating. Could I enjoy myself, feeling like I did?

Annie took her time sucking me off, swirling my cock in and out of her mouth and playing her tongue up and down my balls. I was watching my girlfriend suck on Annie’s toes with fervor. Both girls were totally naked and you could smell the sex in the air. Jordan reached down between her own legs and started to relieve her pent up frustration as Annie continued to suck my dick. I was in pure bliss, wanting both women at once, wanting their feet in my mouth all weekend, wanting to fuck them both over and over. Annie stopped sucking me when she tasted the pre-cum and grabbed the tip of my penis with a vice like grip. “Not yet,” she said, “I have something special in mind for your first load of cum.” The intenseness of the whole scene sent my brain into overload. I could barely speak when Annie dropped another bombshell. “Jordan, come sit beside me, John, lie back down on the floor, I am going to jack your dick with my feet. I want you to cum on my toes and all over my feet.” The thought of what she was telling me was too incredible to believe. 

I lied back on the floor, turned this time so that Annie had access to my cock. “Jordan, let John suck your toes while I jack him off,” Annie instructed. Jordan placed her feet on my face, fully overloading my senses with her feet. I ran my tongue up and down what part of her sole that I could reach and it tasted salty and sweet at the same time. The smell went to my brain like a bullet and the closeness of her foot in my eyes was fantastic. I felt Annie’s feet wrap themselves around my cock and start to pulse up and down the length of it. I knew that I would not be able to hold out for long like this. Jordan started moving her feet around and around on my face. I had access to her toes, then her sole, then her arch then the toes of her other foot. She kept this action up for quite awhile as I lay there, enjoying a foot job by someone who had obviously give foot jobs in the past. Annie’s feet felt incredible on me. The arches were just the right size, totally wrapping my cock in silky smooth foot flesh. When she wasn’t stroking my cock, she played her toes up and down my dick and would playfully pull at my ball sack with them. It wasn’t long before the manipulations of her feet sent me over the edge and I started to shake as my cock unloaded on the feet.

“That’s right,” Annie said to me, “shoot off for me, cum on my toes.” I had no problem obeying her commands and shot quite a large load all over her feet and ankles. She took her foot and dipped it in the pool of cum that lay on my belly and pubic area. “Good boy,” she said, “look at all this cum. Jordan, do you EVER give this boy sex?” Jordan grinned down at me and I knew that anything that developed over the weekend was all right between us. It alleviated some of the guilt I had been feeling.

“Now, Jordan, I want you to kneel before me, kneel beside John and lick up all of his cum. I want you to clean off his cock and I want my feet cleaned.” Jordan wasted no time getting herself into position beside me and bent over to taste what I had left for her. “That’s good, clean it all up.” Annie said. 

Jordan went to work on our cum-drenched body parts with her tongue, as I reached around to play with Jordan’s pussy with my fingers. She was totally wet. I slipped two fingers up inside her as she licked at my cock. The moan she let out sent shivers down my back. Annie looked down at me and winked, she had something else planned, I could tell. 

“No fair!” Annie complained, “You two are getting satisfied and I’m not! This is not fair!” Annie stood up and stood over me, one leg on each side of my face. I could see her moist pussy, slightly parted, right above me. I hoped she was planning on sitting down and she did not disappoint me. She lowered herself onto my face ever so slowly, watching Jordan’s reaction. Jordan shifted a little so that she could see everything clearly and still lick up what cum remained from my cock. To this day I don’t know whether she cleaned all of Annie’s feet or whether Annie had moved to quickly. At that moment, I didn’t care. Annie and her pussy became my entire world. I licked up inside of her. I licked and nibble on her clit. My cock was growing again with the excitement of licking Annie and the feel of Jordan’s tongue on me. I catered to Annie’s every whim, licking her where she needed it most. I concentrated on her clit when she moved it down to my mouth and I licked inside of her when she presented me with the opening of her pussy. I even licked her pretty little brown hole when she gave me that opportunity. I was in pure heaven. Jordan took my hard cock in her mouth, giving me my second blowjob that evening. She started pumping her head up and down. I started pushing my hips up to meet her, forcing my cock down her throat with each thrust. 

“Jordan, stop what you’re doing, I have other plans for you,” Annie instructed. Jordan reluctantly did stop (Jordan absolutely LOVED giving head) and waited to see what Annie had in mind. I was hoping that someone would fuck me. I wanted to feel my cock inside a pussy. “Lie here on the couch,” Annie told her. As Jordan got into position, Annie shifted herself around on me and placed herself so that she was on my cock but my cock wasn’t inside her; rather, she had pulled her pussy lips open, lay my cock in between them, then sat her entire weight down on my cock. It felt heavenly. I could feel her hard little clit on the head of my penis. Jordan lie back on the couch and Annie didn’t say a word.

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Another Foot - Perv Strikes

Janey was all shopped out. She had hit every store on the Plaza that was worth her time. She sat down on the edge of one of the many fountains around the Plaza area. Digging through her bag, she found her smokes and grateful for her "dirty" habit, lit one up and inhaled deeply. The smoke off the first drag curled out from between her dark red lips. 

She, like most women who have been out shopping all day, was very gratified with her many new puchases, and started thinking about the great bargains she had devoured. She looked down at her numerous bags, and couldn't resist digging out the gold shoebox which contained her new dark-purple Mia sandals. The were very strappy and very sexy. 

Looking around self-conciously, she slipped off her sturdy shoppin-sandals, and slipped on the strappy purples. She held her feet up admiring how nicely the 4" heels made her arches curve up. Her silver toe rings sparkled in the sun. All six of them. Her fine-tuned toes were decked out french manicure style. It was a beautiful combination, she had to admit to herself.

She was about to slip the strappies off and back into their box, when she heard someone clear their throat.

She looked to her left to see that a strange man had sat down about 4 feet away from her on the edge of the fountain.

"Hi." Janey casually spoke.

"Hi." the stranger responded.

He looked tall even while sitting down. The first thing she noticed about him was that he had a camera slung over his shoulder. 

She didnt really want to take off the strappies now that this man had planted his rather handsome body down beside her. Being of a sound fashion-concious-mind, she immediately felt glad that she was wearing a short, black cotton dress with small purple flowers on it. The strappies matched. 

She lit another cigarrette and watched the traffic go by.

"Um, excuse me, miss." the stranger said in a quiet voice.

She looked over at him, her eyebrows raised in question.

"I am taking some pictures for a piece of research I am doing, and, well, I was wondering if you would mind letting me photograph you?"

"Well," Janey started after a few seconds of silence, "Tell me a little about your project."

"Ok. Well, odd as it may sound, it's a study on human hands and feet. The rest is pretty boring, but that is the major topic."

"So, you don't want pictures of my face, just my...hands...and feet?" Janey asked him.

"Pretty much. I mean, if you don't want to have your face photographed, then I will make sure it's not in any of the pictures."

"Well, that sounds fun. Sure...I'll do it!" Janey replied, feeling a bit flattered. He was pretty cute, and polite, too. Besides, he had spoken the magical word......"feet".

"What would u like me to do first?" Janey asked, not helping but notice that these were her eight favorite words.

"Oh, by the way, I'm Rich." the stranger replied holding out his hand.

"Hi Rich, I'm Janey." she said sweetly, shaking his hand firmly.

"Well, Janey, let's get some shots of your hands first, okay?"

"All right."

Rich had Janey place her hands on her lap in various positions while he snapped a few pictures.

"Now for my favorite." He said smiling at her. 

"Your favorite?" Janey asked with one eyebrow raised teasingly.

"Your feet...in your new sandals." Rich answered her.

Janey giggled at the fact that he must have observed her slipping on her new sandals. Janey had a foot fetish, and that was the only reason she was letting this strange man photograph her. She knew her feet were divine, and she was pretty damned thrilled that this hottie was wanting photos of her peds. She was also aware of the little signal going on in the back of her mind that he might be a bit of a foot fetishist himself.

"Funny you say that," she responded, "feet are my favorite, too." 

She was definately testing the waters.

"Well, that makes this even more interesting, doesn't it?" the stranger answered her flashing his charming smile.

"Sure does." she replied, looking down at her outstreched feet.

He took many shots of her feet, then sat back down on the edge of the stone fountain.

"I really appreciate your letting me do this, Janey." he said to her.

"Hey, I am glad to be of assistance...for the sake of research." Janie said with a pretty smile.

"Are we done, now?" she went on.

"Well, we're done as far as research goes. But, if you would like, we could take some for the pure purpose of fun."

"What did you have in mind?"

"Hmmm, well, how about one of a cigarette between your toes?" Rich asked Janey playfully.

"Whatever floats your boat!" Janey giggled, completely thrilled at the suggestion.

She reached into her bag getting out her pack of smokes and pulled one out. Bending down, highly aware of the photographer's eyes on her legs and feet, she carefully slid the cigarette between her big toe and second toe. She curled her toes a bit to grip onto it and leaned back giggling at the fact that she was holding a smoke in her toes smack dab in the middle of the Plaza.

"Nice grip." he winked at her.

Boy, did this fellow have it bad. He was completely enamoured with her little tootsies.

He got down on his knee and snapped a couple of pictures.

"I know!" Janey said, "Let's light it and I'll take a picture of you taking a drag!"

Rich's mind reeled at her playful attitude about her own feet. Ahhh, this girl shows some real potential for many foot games, he thought to himself. Rich loved, loved, loved the female foot, and the truth of the matter was that he was merely using the "research paper" excuse to get nice pictures of women's feet without freaking them out. He realized that this girl probably wouldn't have cared either way!

He loved the way her feet were so feminine and she had excellent arches and a very sexy way of showing off her feet with her fresh French manicure and many sparklie toe rings. In all honesty, he would adore spending a day worshipping her feet and felt himself harden at the mere thought of it. Toes in the mouth, tongue on the sole, feet on the cock....SNAP outta it! Rich blinked back into reality and said,

"I like your idea!"

"Go for it." Janey answered him smiling. 

God, she has such pretty lips Rich thought to himself. He caught himself before going into another fantasy about her.

He leaned over and carefully lit her cig with her hotpink lighter. He took her heel in his hand and brought her foot up to his mouth. He took a long drag off the smoke. He caught a scent of something coconutty and figured it was some sort of lotion on her legs and feet. He grew harder at the nice smell of her. Janey snapped the picture and giggled. 

"THAT was great!" she laughed, bending over and taking the smoke out of her toes. She offered him the smoke and lit herself a fresh one from her pack.

They sat smoking and Janey struck up a conversation.

"So, how long have you been photographing women's feet?"

"A while now," he answered, feign to deny what she had figured out.

"Sounds like an interesting hobby."

"It is....interesting, and fun. Most women aren't quite as cool as you are about it, but some are."

"Have you ever taken pictures of like two girls feet together?"

"Yeah, several times."

"I think that would be pretty fun."

"It is.....very fun. Some women even let me suck their toes and they take a picture of it." he said turning to see her reaction.

"Wow, that takes guts to ask, eh?"

"Depends on the girl. I don't ask if I think I'll be slapped or shot down with a long string of cursing." Rich laughed.

"Ahh, smart man. So, you obviously don't think I'll slap you since you've brought it up?" Janey asked him.

"Nah, I think you're pretty open to the whole foot thing. Almost as if you have some sort of foot fetish yourself."

"Now, what made you think that?" she giggled at him, wiggling her sweet little toes in the sun.

"You have some of the nicest toes I have seen, Janey...and I've seen many toes." He smiled at her.

"Why thank you, Rich. Put out that cigarette and let's commence with the toe sucking!" she laughed.

"My pleasure." he quickly responded, smashing out his cigarette on the sidewalk.

Rich wished his dick would settle down a bit, he didn't want to make a spectacle out of himself. But just hearing her talk about her feet and thinking of sucking her toes made him harder than ever. What he wouldn't do to feel her succulent little toes on his cock.

When he knelt in front of her, she bodly propped her foot up in his lap and it was then that she noticed the bulge in his jeans. 

It was also then that Janey thought to herself, "Finally, a man who respects the sexiness of female feet."

Rich took hold of her size 7 right foot and brought it up to his mouth. Her mouth partially opened as she excitedly watched her big toe disappear into the abyss of warmth. He sucked in his cheeks around her toe and she smiled and closed her eyes. 

"That feels really good, Rich." She said almost forgetting herself.

He gave the toe a good suck and answered her,

"Your like that, huh?"

"I really like it." she said looking into his eyes.

"Janey?"

"Yeah?"

"You forgot to take the picture."

"Oh my god!" she laughed. 

"I guess you'll just have to do it again." she said holding the cam up to her face.

Rich inhaled her toe again and she snapped a picture. 

He inserted the second toe along with the first, and she cocked the camera and snapped it again.

An instant later, he was taking three...no four french toes into his wet mouth. 

Click.

Now he had all five of her little girly toes in his mouth and Janey snapped the camera again. 

He took her foot out of his mouth and before even thinking she commanded him,

"Now lick my arch."

When he did so, she took another picture.

"I want a set of the prints when you get them back." she said, her heart pounding hard, her panties feeling wet. He had struck a major nerve in her body while sucking her toes. To her, it was a form of foreplay...like she should be hopping into bed with this man in about 2 minutes.

"No problem, Janey."

About a week later, one evening, Janey had just gotten out of the shower, and was getting ready to stick a dvd in and paint her toenails, when she heard a knock on her door. 

She threw on a t-shirt and shorts and hurried to the door still a bit damp all over. She looked out the peephole to see her footographer friend standing on the other side. He had called her once this week to let her know the pictures were done, and she had invited him to stop by any night to drop them off.

And now here he was, and her heart was racing once again.

She opened the door with a smile and said,

"Well, hello there!"

"Hi Janey."

"Come on in, I was just getting a bottle of wine out. Want a glass?"

"Oh, no, I can't stay long, I just wanted to drop off your pictures."

"How did they turn out?" Janey asked already in the kitchen pulling a bottle of red merlot out of the cabinet.

"They are perfect....they are your feet." he replied.

Janey came back into the living room. Rich noticed her damp skin and thin t-shirt clinging to her braless chest.

Holy fuck, not only are her feet hot, but she is just hot all around, he thought to himself. 

"So, what's your rush? Are you sure you can't stay and look at the pictures with me?"

"Um, well, I have about half an hour before a class I'm attending tonight."

"So, play hooky, and have a drink with me." Janey winked at him.

"Sounds very tempting, Miss Janey." he answered her.

The sexual tension was just too much for either of them to withstand much longer.

They sat on the couch and sifted through the pictures, lining them out on the coffee table and drinking red wine.

Janey turned to Rich and made a comment that nearly made him choke on his wine,

"Rich, would you like to do some more things to my feet tonight?"

"I'll do whatever you'll let me do to them." he answered her.

"Excellent, let's have some fun then, shall we?"

Rich watched with anticipation as Janey slipped off her white keds. The six rings were all in place, and a thin silver herringbone anklet adorned her right foot.

Her feet were soft and a bit moist from wearing keds without socks on.

She leaned back on the arm of the couch and placed her feet right on his lap. He took one foot and kissed the tops of her toes. She snuck the other foot onto his cock and began moving her toes around very slowly and softly.

Rich sucked on her toes and felt his dick harden as her other foot circled over and over it.

"Did you bring your camera, Rich?"

"Yeah, it's by the front door."

"Go get it."

When Rich got back, he handed the camera to Janey.

"Take off your jeans." she told him.

Rich slid his jeans off and sat back down on the couch, cock stiff and ready for her feet.

Janey softly placed both of her feet on either side of his hard rod and brought them together, firmly squeezing his dick between her two soft arches. Rich moaned while he watched her hot pink toes curl around his cock. Janey held perfectly still and took a picture of his dick snuggled between her feet.

Janey began teasing Rich's cock with one foot, and held the other one up to his mouth to be licked. As he licked her sole, his hand ran up the smoothness of her calf and thigh to the edge of her thin cotton shorts.

He ran his fingers under the skimpy material and played with her panties, flicking his fingers over the cotton crotch part, then slipping them under and gently teasing her pussy and clit.

Janey kept up with her end, and now had both feet back on Rich's dick. She encased his cock once again between her feet, and slid them firmly up and down making him grow harder than ever. She slipped his ever-hardening cock inbetween her big and second toes of each foot.

The pressure almost hurt, but felt incredible, and Rich didn't hold back his deep moans.

Hearing him moan, and feeling his fingers now deep inside her made Janey very hot and very wet.

"You know, I knew it would come to this." she smiled at him.

She leaned down and picked up the camera snapping several pictures of his cock in between her toes. 

Taking the pictures turned them both on even more, and Janey sat the camera down on the coffee table and concentrated on rubbing her lover's stiff dick with her feet and toes. 

She finally stopped and getting up on her knees, bent over his pulsating cock, and lowered her mouth onto it taking it completely in to the back of her throat. Janey felt his fingers glide inbetween her toes and over her arches. 

After several minutes of deeply sucking his dick,Janey could tell the he was about to cum and pulled her warm mouth off his cock. Slipping off her panties, she stepped back up onto the couch setttling herself on his lap, legs on either side of his thighs. Rich grabbed her ass pulling her deeper onto him and kissed her mouth harshly. His hands moved over and over her smooth ass. Testing her limits, he gently slid his fingers over the wet crevice of her ass. As she moaned and arched her back-end towards his hand, he knew she wanted it. He slid his middle finger deep inside her tight ass loving the feel of it. Janey leaned back onto his finger breathing and moaning harder. 

As Rich quickly forced two more fingers into Janey's wanton ass, her cries became louder and the orgasm she received was sweet and powerful. Knowing she was coming all over his hard cock made Rich come seconds after Janey did. He pulled out of her shooting his come all over her feet and ankles. The sticky, wetness slid down in between her little toes as she wiggled them with delight snapping a picture of the whole scene! 

"You know, we should have just video-taped." Janey giggled.

"Yeah, but this was more interesting I think. There's something more artistic about a still shot" Rich answered.

"I think I would like to become your personal foot model, Richie." Janey said to him, her hair falling over her eyes in complete disarray.

"Yeah, good idea, baby."

They both sat back and sipped their wine. Janey finally got up to take her shower and smiled at the feeling of dry come on her pretty little feetsies. Naughty little foot sluts adore that feeling!

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