Girlfriends foot stink

I call up my girlfriend it was a Saturday night I was bored, what else could I do? But it was a mistake (not really)…the first thing out of her mouth was want to play truths? I said yeah sure no problem she started are you in love with me "yes" I said I asked her, would you give me a blow "yes" she said she then asked do you have any fetishes? I said I love feet she started to laugh and said I now have that recorded and I will tell the whole school if you don't come round to my house tomorrow. I could have sworn she said something about slave to me just before she hung up. That night I was so scared I could not sleep what was she going to do to me? Finally the next day came, I went straight to her house and knocked on the door. She answered the door wearing thigh high leather boots and nothing else and holding a ball gag and some rope she grabbed me and tied my arms behind my back and tied my legs she brought me to the TV room and said listen Matthew your going to be my slave and do whatever I say, got it slave!!! Or I’m going to let the whole school hear your confession about having a foot fetish. UNDERSTOOD? Yes mistress she then shoved the gag in my mouth and laughed. Now your going to suffer, you like feet right? Yes...well mine might be just what you had in mind.

My girlfriend is my mistress I’m her smelly foot slave, she got up and left me with the choice of licking her toe jam or eating and smelling her ass, she came back and said well slave I was speechless she decided to force me to opened my mouth and shoved her toes in, my tongue cleaned her toe jam I couldn’t stop it I was trying to scream but it only made it worse I had to taste her feet and the other foot was over my nose so I had to smell the foot order I laid there for 10 minutes licking her stinky feet and I hated it she then kicked me and took her feet away and laughed she put her nylons over my head and bent me over and tied me up she walked out of the room and came back with a dildo I started to scream no, no please babe no she said I’m not your babe I’m your mistress slave she opened my ass cheeks and BAM no lube what so ever she shoved her 12 inch rubber cock up my ass I screamed out and she pumped my ass and I started to get a hard on she laughed and commented ha, does my little slave sissy like my big cock? well take it take it up your little ass, I came like I never had before, right over me and into her face and in her mouth and everywhere. She did not like this so since it was the weekend she made me sleep over and put me on her table and fucked me with all her dildos. Then I sucked her off, then I put her to sleep by sucking all of her toes before I fell a sleep she hogtied me and put a but plug in my ass and I dildo in my mouth so I had every hole filled my torture had just began.

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The Cheerleader foot worship

I am not most popular kid in school but I am friends with all of the varsity cheerleaders. There is a group of them that are better than everyone they are Kim, Sarah, Ashlee, Carrie, and Sammy. Everyon in the school wants to be like them. Me having a foot fetish love there feet I would masturbate to the thought of there feet every night.

So I would sleep over there house every so often with a bunch of other guys. The one time I was in Carries room alone and saw an old pair of flats laying in the garbage. I grabed them and put them in my car. Over all of these sleep overs I have collected many shoes, pantyhose, and socks. My favorite was a pair of black heels I stole from Kim. I would smell them everynight and masturbate.

The one night I got a call from Ashlee saying that they wanted to come over for a little bit. About twenty min later they were here. I show them up to my room where they make theme selves at home. Ashlee is broswing through my room and opens a top shelf of my closet. I hear "O My God girls look at this." She pulls out a couple pairs of pantyhose. They all start laughing and ask me what they are for. As I blush I say "they are my girlfriends". Then she finds the shoes and says "Guess these are your girlfriends to huh?" Just as i was about to speak Kim interupts me "You little... These are my heels that i lost about 3 weeks ago." I was trying to explain but i just cracked and told them about my foot fetish and showed them everything. They all got quiet and huddled up.

Next thing i know i have pantyhose wrapped around my neck choking me. It was Sammy. She tied me down to my bed and stuck a pair of her worn socks in my mouth and said "Shut up bitch" I cant move or talk now im in trouble. They take turns forcing me to smell there feet and smacking my in the face with there flats that they where wearing.fianly sammy took her sock out of my mouth but only to have put her feet in my mouth and said "Clean bitch clean them now." Each girl got there feet cleaned and there shoes as well. Sarah went first she had on black flats no socks they were smelly. Sammy was next she had on a pair ot white flats wich took a long time to clean but i got the job done. Then came ashlee who had on a pair of yellow heels she made me suck the heel for at least 15 min. Next the ring leader carrie she had on black heels with black pantyhose. I spent a while cleaning them because i wanted to please her. Finaly kims turn came she sat down on my chest put her heels up to my face and made me beg to suck her heel and clean them. I didnt at first so she grabbed my balls and squeezed and threatened to make it worse. I started begging while Carrie video taped. " Please please Kim let me suck your heel i want to clean your feet and shoes for you because you deserve to walk on clean heels I am sorry for stealing all of your girls belonging but I am just in love with your.." Kim cuts me off with shoving her heel in my mouth " Love what my feet yea we know you pathetic little Bitch we were able to tell the way you didnt complain to do anything we asked and how you stole all of our stuff."

They all got up Kim took her heels back Sammy put a pantyhose in my mouth tied one of Carries old flats to my nose and left me there while they went to go eat. Kim said "If you ever see me wearing these in school you have to get down and kiss them Bitch ans tell everyone that walks by that you are my foot Bitch." As they walked out my door Ashlee said dont go anywhere we will be back and Carrie laughs and says o wait he cant. They all walk out of my room laughing.

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Ashleys very smelly feet

I've always enjoyed pretty womens feet. I especially love the smell. The girls I've been with, however, didn't have very smelly feet. All have been very beautiful, with soft, pretty and well pedicured feet. One girl only produced a very faint foot scent, and only if she wore shoes all day long. Another didn't have any at all; she could wear sneakers without socks for a few days and all you would smell would be the material of her shoe.

Others had a stronger scent, but I still found them underwhelming. Then I met my girlfriend of now two years, we'll call her Ashley. Ashley is 23, a petite brunette, with beautiful blue eyes, and a fit tan figure. Nice handful sized breasts, and flawless, size 5, absolutely baby soft little feet. She usually has dark painted toenails, and her feet have never once had a callus or imperfection. When I first revealed my foot fetish, she was a bit shy about her feet, but willing to explore. She has the smallest feet I've encountered, and probably the prettiest, but nonetheless she was self-conscious of them at first. After a while, she grew comfortable. But I had only played with them right after she washed them. So I then revealed that not only do I love womens feet, but their smell to. Again she was a bit self-conscious, but willing.

The first day I was going to play with her feet without her washing them first she had worn her sneakers and socks for a couple of hours out shopping with friends. I wasn't expecting much, honestly, her cute girlish stature and feet so small, soft and perfect looking led me to believe I'd take off her shoes and socks to find her feet completely odorless. I was quite wrong; her feet had a very nice and noticeable scent, probably equally as strong as the previous smelliest feet I'd experienced. However, that girl had worn sneakers without socks for two days, not sneakers and socks for a couple hours.

After this I couldn't wait to find out just how smelly her feet could get. After experience the scent from a few hours in sneakers and socks, I wondered what a day in flats would be like, or right after a workout?

After some reassurance, I got my chance to find out. A few days later, she agreed to wear sneakers, with no socks all day long. She had her morning jog in them before I picked her up that day, we then spent the day a theme park riding roller coasters, and it was in the mid 90 degrees fahrenheit, so I knew her feet were getting nice and sweaty with no socks on. Anyway after going to see a movie after the theme park, we headed to my place. By this point it was 9:30 in the evening, and she had been wearing her sockless sneakers for over 13 hours.

She then went and had a good hard 35-minute workout on my elliptical machine. Then she came back upstairs, and it was time. I couldn't wait to take off her shoes. I asked her to lay back on the couch, her ankles on the arm rest.

I slipped off her left shoe and noticed how nice her sole looked. The outside, heel and ball of her foot was a pinkish red color from being hot and sweating in the shoe so long, while her arch contrasted this with a lighter color. I also noticed the scent right away. It was very strong and noticeable, even though I hadn't yet put her foot on my face. I don't agree with descriptions of girls feet as smelling like vinegar, I wouldn't use a food comparison to describe them really, because there isn't anything quite like it, but I suppose the closest would be a combination of popcorn, salty french fries and corn chips. And I've found a womans feet to always have a feminine scent, like you just KNOW that you're smelling a womans feet, even if you had your eyes closed. I couldn't wait to bury my nose in between her sweaty little toes and experience the full force of her foot scent, but I wanted to build up to that, and tease myself.

I first ran my hands over her sole, it was very warm, and damp and sticky with sweat. I've always like comparing my hand to her foot, if I have the tip of my middle finger at the end of her big toe, the bottom of my hand is equal with her heel.

Then I brought her foot up to my face, and licked slowly from her heel, up her arch, and over her big toe. The taste was slightly salty, and with my nose this close her intense foot smell filled my nostrils.

I licked up the other side, to make sure I'd covered every inch of her sole. Then I turned my attention to her toes, which were painted a very dark red that day. I sucked her big toe, then spread it away from the other, running my tongue in the crevasse between. I repeated this, licking between each toe on her left foot.

During all this she had been trying her best not to giggle; she's very ticklish. She asked if I was enjoying it, if they were too smelly, if she should wash them etc. Again I reassured her, then turned my attention to her still shod right foot.

I wanted to really enjoy the strong scent she had worked so hard to produce for me, so I slipped off her shoe, revealing her right foot to be just as hot and sweaty as it's twin. With just a seconds pause of anticipation to admire the feminine beauty of her soft, curvy foot, I spread her toes apart, and buried my nose between her big toe and first toe, pressing it hard into the skin between her toes. I emptied my lungs and closed my mouth, then inhaled deeply. The scent that was strong from a few feet away was amazing like this. It was so amazing, a wonderfully sexy, feminine, unbelievably strong, impossibly intense scent that made my sinuses tingle, my eyes almost water and my cock become rock hard.

I sniffed between each of her toes, savoring the scent. Had someone told me before meeting Ashley that there were women who could get their feet THIS smelly, I don't think I would've believed it.

Finally after sniffing and licking both her feet for quite a while, I undressed the rest of her, and we had great, passionate sex. When I went down the hall to get a condom, I noticed on the way back that I could smell her feet from about 10 feet away. Amazing. Later her perfect tight pussy conspired with her toes. I shot one of my biggest loads deep in her pussy, with her intensely smelly feet on my face.

Ashley now gets her feet nice and smelly for me on a regular basis. Recently she even suggested that she could wrap her feet in plastic, to seal in the scent, and wear them in her sneakers for a day or two. Honestly, with as smelly as she can get them in her sneakers, I can't imagine how it'd be after being wrapped in plastic lol. Don't know if I could handle it, but I'll give it a try.

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Foot fetish Stories - A Chinese girl

It's a story that happened to me when I was with my friends on a trip to China.

I'd always had a thing for feet, but not much luck before what happened in China. I kissed and smelled feet of only one girl before - my current girlfriend. The problem is, her feet are quite ugly and although she takes pretty good care of them, I'm not attracted to them. So my foot fetish is fulfilled only in my dreams. No wonder then that before I came to China I dreamt that maybe I'd have some luck this time with a Chinese girl... I didn't plan on anything, I just dreamt about that.

But dreams sometimes come true.

We arrived in Canton. I had this idea that it's going to be really hot in there, as it is in subtropics, but it was winter, so to my dismay practically no girl wore sandals nor flipflops. I was even more dismayed seeing how pretty those girl are. I mean, faces is one thing, but practically all were incredibly slim and sexy. I spent more time looking at them and imagining that I could smell their feet than actually looking at the city itself.

And then the big day happened. We boarded the train to Shanghai. It's an overnight journey, so we took sleepers. The carriages are long and doorless, so the bunk beds are practically in the corridor, six beds in every compartment. I got the bed right under the ceiling, so I was rather uncomfortable and in the evening I spenT more time on a folded chair in the corridor than in the bed.

The carriage was full of Chinese of both sexes and all ages. I was tired and I didn't really take much notice of the people around me. Then the lights were switched off and we went to sleep.

But with the ceiling right above me, air conditioning humming straight into my ear and the light from the passageway straight into my eyes, I could hardly sleep. Eventually, tired and angry I climbed down. It was about 4 or 5 AM. I sat down on the folded chair and was about to start thinking dark thoughts when suddenly I saw it.

I saw a foot.

Right in front of me, in the light from the passegeway a couple of metres away, on the bottom bed, I saw a small, shapely, deliciously pink-orange foot.

My heart started beating hard. I couldn't believe my eyes. This foot was right there, two feet - excuse the pun - away. I could see the cute, perfectly shaped toes, rounded ball of the foot, a high arch, slightly darker heel. This foot seemed there for me to worship, right there, right then...

I looked around. There was just one man sitting in the other end of the carriage, and I was not sure if he was looking. Apart from that, the carriage was soundly asleep.

It was totally possible for me to just bend forward and smell this wonder of a foot... I felt I had to do that before it's too late.

But whose was it?

Many Chinese woman who are not so pleasing facially have slender and shapely bodies. Their feet could also be misleadingly small. There was not enough light for me to be completely certain of the age. I didn't want to end up smelling a foot of some ugly, wrinkled-faced middle-aged unpleasant woman - and believe me, middle-age Chinese women can be really unpleasant, with their shouting and general attitude.

I pulled myself together and started thinking. Who might be in this bed there? I tried to recreate in my mind what I saw before going to sleep. I looked around to revive my memory and then I remembered.

It was a girl, no doubt about that. When we got on the train, she was

already in bed, sitting with the quilt over her legs. I remember that she had long and curly hair, not exactly dark. That's quite unusual in China, where most women have dark straight hair, but young people seem to like experimenting with hair. Whether she was actually pretty, I couldn't remember, so she was probably rather average looking. If she was really pretty or ugly, I'd probably remember.

Averare-looking is good, especially when the foot is nice. I had no more doubts - and even if I had, my hard-on would persuade me. I made my choice.

I know it sounds as if I spent ages pondering this and that, but actually it was seconds.

I bent forward, pretending I was doing up my shoelaces, put my nose between these cute toes and smelled hard.

OMG, that was beyond words. For the first time in my life I actually smelled feet that attracted me. It was exactly the way I like - her feet were warm from sleep and clean and they had this subtle, bodily smell which I adore. I could spend hours just breathing in this smell, savouring it. I was in heaven that for so long I had only imagined myself in.

But then something stirred. No, not her. She didn't move an inch. But I heard passengers starting to wake up. We probably approached some station and the conductor would soon walk through the carriage waking people up. I moved my lips up to kiss her toes - they were pleasantly warm and smooth - and sat back as if nothing happened.

I could still smell her feet, so deeply had this smell burnt into my memory, but I felt it's not enough. There were still so many things I could do with these feet. I could satisfy my every fetish desire with this one small foot. Now, to be honest, I have always been most attracted to the smell and toe-kissing, but now, looking at those perfectly shaped toes I felt the sudden urge to suck on them as never before. I looked around. The carriage was still again so there was a chance.

I bent forward, open my mouth and put her big toe into my mouth.

My heart was beating like crazy. I felt her warm body in my mouth, I was tasting the saltiness on my tongue, I could feel her toenail against my palate. I AM SUCKING ON A CHINESE GIRL'S BIG TOE kept flashing in my mind. I did this. I was sucking on her toe, worshipping her foot...

It was even better than the smelling. I had no idea it could taste so

delicious. And I had no idea it would be so inspiring emotionally and

intelectually. There was a Chinese girl and me, a Western male, and I was sticking her big toe into my mouth...

But then the carriage stirred again. I sat back just in time, because the passengers started getting up. In less than a minute there were people in the corridor, moving aroung. My chance was gone.

But I still sat there, staring at the foot and imprinting the image into my mind forever. By the time my friends got up, she had already hid her foot under the quilt, but was still sleeping. And I had the image of her foot stored forever in my memory, alongside the smell, the touch and the taste.

Eventually, most of the carriage was up. She woke up, started moving under the quilt. I waited impatient and slightly nervous to see her face. Was she really an OK-looking girl? Maybe I made a mistake and sucked on some ugly old bat's foot instead?

It was still half dark in the carriage when she woke up. She raised her head. I saw the curly brownish hair and I knew I had been right. She sat up, still nor quite revealing her face, and started putting on grey socks. My hard-on, which was already full in force, managed to put up 10 percent more on the sight of this. I knew this was the last time I would see her feet. Then she put on black knee-high shoes and stood up, took something from the table and faced me.

My nuts could burst at this moment.

She wasn't ugly, that's for sure. She wasn't stunningly beautiful either, but she was really pretty. In her tightly fitting jeans and striped top she was also very sexy. She passed me with a toothbrush and went to the washroom. I looked at her walking and saw a figure so perfect that I almost died of the desire to embrace her from behind, kiss the back of her neck and take her...

When she was away I looked at her stuff. My arousal increased even further. I saw a school backpack on the table and some books. So she was a student, and judging by her looks, she must have been no more than eighteen.

She came back and went to bed again. I looked at her. She travelled from Canton to Shanghai, both sophisticated cities, and with her hair and clothes she seemed to belong to this section of Chinese youth who are open and modern thinking. She also didn't seem particularly struck seeing a bunch of foreigners, so she must have been growing up in an open society, had forein English teachers and so on.

I would go to jerk off in the toilet right away, but Chinese train toliets are incredibly offputting, so I had to wait until much later. We were supposed to get off at the next station. She wasn't packing up, so she was clearly going to Shanghai or around. When we were packing up, I cast her glances, to remember her better. I toyed with the idea of dropping a note into her backpack saying something like 'I kissed your feet, thank you', but it proved impossible with all the people around and her right at her things. So when we finally got off, I knew she would never know that a Westerner sucked on her toes

and in this way fulfilled his life long fantasy. I wonder what she would do knowing that. I know that the fact that - let me repeat - I sucked on a pretty Chinese teenage girl's big toe made me a happy man.

The consequences of what happened on this train were far reaching. I took much bigger interest than before in Asian women's feet. And I decided that I have to find a girl/women - not necessarily Asian - whose feet I could worship. Life is too short not to fulfill one's desires.

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Foot fetish - A College Classrom Foot Experience

I'm a sophomore at the University of Kansas. I am majoring in Western Civilization. I'm a guy, age 20 with a... shall we say, liking for the bare female foot and her shoes. I have a little story to share with you that I could not believe happened to me. Whether or not you believe it happened to me... well, I could care less. I know the truth.

What's great about universities is that for 4 or 5 hours a day (depending on the amount of hours you are taking that semester), you get to sit in classrooms, both small and large, with a vast amount of hot college girls. And for those spring and summer months with they wear less and less clothing and shoe.... excuse me SHOW more and more skin... these warmer days may very well be the best of a college guy's life.

Anyway, although the smaller classes are really nice to get closer glimpses of girls' niceties... I prefer larger lecture hall type classes, where your chances of seeing what you want out of a girl are much higher. I typically sat in the back or near the back of those lecture halls on the end seat of a row. I could therefore usually get the lucky shot of having a girl sit a little farther down in the hall on and end seat of a row as well, or maybe even the second seat end, depending on how far down she was. Either way, if I would see a hot girl (or even average girl) enter the hall wearing some nice slides, flats, clogs or heaven for big the high heel... I would pop a boner that would almost put my eye out.

Oh, PLEASE, sit on the end I would silently beg her. What are the chances.... sometimes I would get lucky, more often than not... I wouldn't. Most of the time, I'd see a nice prize walk in... slight glimpses of that flesh-colored skin peering over the top of her shoes.

Wait... before I continue, let me describe to you what my ideal "shoe situation" is. Type of shoe?... well, there's quite a few that fall into this category, but let's just say... covers the toes, or at least most of them (hell, I don't really like flip-flops... leaves nothing to the imagination... those dainty cross-straps might as well not be there... she might as well be barefoot) but open-toe shoes or shoes that cover just the beginnings of the toe-cleavage) are okay (i.e. clogs, slides, etc.), two... they can be removed easily with the foot... easily dangled. Might be a heel, or those I mentioned before; three... the must be able to be worn without socks/hose. I don't like socks, hose, or stockings.... bare foot is the best in my book. Those mentioned before and even those backless Ked-type white tennis shoes are okay. The more of the toe that is covered but the easier they can be dangled/slipped out of is perfect. Okay, now that we've established that... I can continue.

Anyway, most of the time the girl would sit so far out of my eyesight, it'd be ridiculous to try and stretch my neck to see her. I'd look like a retarded guy who couldn't sit still for an hour. Sometimes I would move to another seat, if I thought it would help me get a better view.

One day... I got the prize of my life. It was as if the planets had aligned. She came in. Wonderful wavy-curled, shoulder length hair... beautiful face, great body... perfect dimensions. Wearing a pair of khakis, a nice tight lime green sweater (it was the beginnings of fall) and as my eyes peered down I saw them. A great pair of 1-inch heel slip-ons, black. They even had a small bow near the top... wonderful. No hose or anything... she was going "commando" with them, as I sometimes call it. She slipped her backpack off her shoulder and proceeded to get her notebook out for class. She then sat back in her chair, opened her notebook to a blank page, and clicked her pen out. She was ready for class.... as was I.

She sat about 4 rows down from me, so it was at a great distance, now I'm not a geometry wiz, but the trajectory of my view was perfect. I could still look at the professor like I was paying attention, and every once in awhile.... okay ALL THE DAMN TIME, peer down to see what my lovely jewel was doing with those slip-ons she so graciously decided to wear for me.

Now, not to stop the flow again, but sometimes... I get fucked on this. The perfect setup is in place, just as I've described to you... and then I get nothing. No dangle, no shoeplay, nothing... she just sits there. I mean, I'm up for teasing sure... but I at least want to see something before class is over or it was all for naught.

This one, today... did not let me down. As class began, I noticed she crossed her right leg over her left. Then sat back in her seat to get even more comfortable. Nothing unusual so far. The excitement in me was building however. For a few minutes, not much action. She just kind of sat there. I was starting to get anxious, but I did not lose hope. Then a glimmer of that hope arose. She started swaying her leg back and forth. Ah... your leg was starting to get a little numb, I thought... you needed to get the blood flowing again. Okay with me. Back and forth... she even twisted her ankle a little bit. Sort of wiggling pretty fast. It's kind of like on a hot summer day and the clouds start rolling in. The conditions were right for something wonderful to happen. Then it did.

Her heel began to slip down slowly... she was kind of half-helping it... but it was falling a little due to gravity alone. A little more... wow, it was almost near the bottom of her foot. Then she popped it back up.

Okay, no problem... I thought, this one at least has some potential. I waited some more, having not even looked once at the professor at this point. I wouldn't dare. Then she popped the heel completely off her foot. Just that little bit sent me stirring. I could see the pink of her heel and even space below her foot. Oh I would love to have my dick in that space. So warm and sweaty. You know it didn't smell bad either. You know it smelled of her perfumy soap with just a hint of shoe leather. Perfect combination. She then tempted me even more by letting the shoe stay in that position, she didn't pop it back up on her heel. This stayed in this position for it had to be 8 or 9 minutes.

Class was half over now. She had to come through for me. The lights were up in the lecture hall... so I had a fabulous view. She continued to excite me more. She let her shoe fall so that the heel of her shoe was almost near the floor. I could see her entire foot except for those glorious toes. She was still swaying her leg back and forth. That is the perfect momentum for the perfect thing to happen. All of the sudden... she did it. With the shoe almost perpendicular to her foot. She moved her toes down. The shoe slipped off her toes in almost a slow-motion effect. It seemed like minutes as the leather tops of her toes seem to cling to the sweaty effervescence of the top of her foot as it glided down. It was like a footy syrup was holding the shoe on her toes still. She continued to sway her leg back and forth and I could see toe cleavage. The moment of glory had arrived. Oh what perfect toes too... not too chunky, really lean, no blemishes or annoying hair. The perfect peds. Her shoe FINALLY fell off onto the floor and I could seem the gleaming... almost screaming red of her nail polish. It was as if she buffed them out too after the polish dried. Perfect pedicure had to have been performed. The nails were nicely trimmed... but not trimmed down too far. Each toe had a perfectly painted nail on it. Even the pinky toe had a great nail. It was perfect. I was ready to whip my jeans off and start whacking it right there... hoping a good splotch of my cum landed on her pretty toes. But dammit... I could not. All I could do was to hold by boner in so it wasn't too noticeable and try to imprint a picture of this image in my mind for later masturbatorial sessions... i.e. I had to jerk off to this later.

Then it happened. Something that seems both good and bad. SHE LOOKED OVER AT ME AND CAUGHT ME STARING AT HER!!! As she uncrossed her legs and began to more that perfect foot to retrieve her black leather slip-on shoe with the tiny bow, she looked right at me... I was mortified. I didn't really know what to do. Because it wasn’t' as if I was looking at her face or even her body. She knew I was looking right at her "shoe accident." But then she did... bless her heart she did it. She looked right at me with those beautiful eyes, and slowly... ever-so-fucking slowly, wiggled those toes and heel into her shoe... and smiled. She fucking smiled! She caught me and smiled as if to say, I fucking caught you looking, you perverted college-boy foot freak. But then she also smiled to say, ... and I liked it... I think. Hell, I don't know, maybe I was reading too much into it.

Just then the bell rang as the hour was over. Damn... that was awesome. I would definitely have some fine jerking material later on that day.

My next class was some ancient history class. All boys... no girls. I almost skipped it. I wanted to go home, or at least into some empty men’s room and fucking rub my dick and spew cum all over the damn place. But I didn't... I went in knowing I wasn't going to pay attention too much that hour. It was in another lecture hall in that building of the same size. There were only 50 or so guys in the class, but the hall was going to fill up a little more. Maybe I'll just sit in the back, it though I picked like the last seat in the row way up almost in the back corner of the hall. The professor was a fucking stoner graduate student who didn't really give a shit what went on in class. He generally just gave the lecture notes as most of the class fell asleep. Today was going to be especially boring, some slides of some Greek ruins or something... boring bullshit. I thought I might as well catch some Zs... dream about the jewel in my previous class.

As the bell rang, the professor came in and mumbled some boring shit that I barely heard, let alone thought about. The lights then lowered in the lecture hall slides started popping up one after another. Then a side door just a little in front of me in the back of the auditorium opened and made a noise that was kind of loud and disturbing... but the stoner professor made no notice of it... Our next slide is of the blah blah blah... He went on.

I looked over at the door and HOLY SHIT! It was her!... the girl from my last class!!! She peered around a little bit and then looked right up at me. She smiled and started her way up the stairs. She got to me and sat down right next to me.

"I noticed you looking at me in the last class." She said. "I couldn't help but wonder what you were thinking...." I... I.... II was floored... I didn't know whether to pass our or run.

"Shh..." she said as she pressed her finger up against my lips. "Don't say anything... don't worry about anything..."

She slipped her backpack off her shoulder and threw it into the second seat on the other side of her. She then got up and went to the row behind me. All the other dorks were furiously taking notes near the front of the class and didn't even notice she had come in. There were like twenty rows between us and any of those guys, so they didn't even noticed that a girl walked in the room... heh heh. Typical.

I heard her sit down and I turned around... she grabbed my head and forced me to look straight ahead. "Don't turn around... just sit there looking straight head." She took her hands from my head as she knew I wasn't going to put up a fight and turn around anyways. I then heard her getting more comfortable in her seat as she leaned back. Then I noticed it... out of the corner of my eye, I saw she had placed up foot up just an inch from the side of my head. I could smell the leather of the slip-on shoe and my dick almost snapped in two as I about came into my pants. I almost let out a tiny scream in pain... but I didn't.

"Will you take my shoe off?," she asked in the sweetest voice you had ever heard. I said nothing as I slowly brought my hand up and grabbed the back of the heel. I slowly... even slower than she had wiggled it off in the class before, moved the heel of her shoe of the back of her foot. I could hear the leather of the shoe rustle around as it slid against the softness, yet sweatiness of her lovely foot. I could also smell a hint of roses from what must have been her lotion that she used to keep her feet soft through the day. I continued to remove the shoe and started looking at her foot. She didn't say a word... neither did I. I continued moving the shoe down and forward off her foot. Slowly peering at it. As the scent of leather and lotion grew stronger, I could start getting glimpses of toe cleavage. As I got closer and closer to the end of her toes, I heard her let out a quick breath of relief probably as the cool air began to caress her foot and waft that wonderful smell my way. I then could see that wonderful red polish as I got the shoe almost off her foot.

"Do you smell my foot?" She asked. Yes... I whispered. "Here, smell it some more." She then moved her foot and touched the top of it to my cheek. She began wiggling her dainty toes and I could smell the scent of her lotion begin to overpower that of the leather... although the leather smell was still there. She pulled her foot back and the tops of her toes reached my lips. I could smell her lotion mixed with sweat as she wiggled her toes even more... she pulled her foot back and I parted my lips a little...

"I want to feel your tongue on my toes." She said. I parted my lips even more and brought my tongue out past my lips. As I touched it to her sweaty but perfect toes, I felt some pre-cum come out my dick. Oh she tasted sweet... and salty at the same time.... if that is possible. She started moving her foot back and forth across my tongue as I started kissing her the tops of her toes as well.

I then heard a small snap and a zipper being slowly brought down. I knew she was opening her khakis a little bit. I heard what I thought was her hand going into the top of her pants and I even thought I heard a small snap of elastic from her panties... but I could be mistaken. What I wasn't mistaken of was that she was beginning to breathe more heavily now and move her toes over my tongue a little faster.

"I want to feel your hot spit over my toes" she demanded. I drew some saliva into my mouth and rewet my tongue as I bathed her glorious red digits in my saliva. She moaned a little bit as I now knew she was beginning to touch her pussy.

She then did took her foot off my shoulder. I was shocked and somewhat worried then. She quickly rectified those feelings.

"Come up here," she said. "Sit down next to me." I quickly, but quietly got up from my seat and went back to the row she was at. "She pointed to a seat not next to her, but two down, so we had a chair between us. She motioned from me to unbutton my jeans.... I did so and then she motioned me to pull them down. At first, I was very leery. I shook my head no... I didn't want to get caught like this... this could get us both expelled from the university. I thought about it for a little bit and was then like.... fuck it.

I dropped my jeans down just above my knees. I then heard a slight click of her other shoe dropping off her foot. I looked over and could see that her panties were unzipped and slightly down. I sat down and she quickly put one foot on the top of my leg. Her big toe was right near my now vertical cock. She slowly started inching her foot towards my erection and when she got there, it seemed to grow a couple more inches. She started moving her toes around the top of it... I knew she could feel the pre-cum under her toes as she did so. She circled her big toe on the tip of my dick a few times and then moved her way to the top of my boxers. She then motioned me to pull down my underwear to which I looked around the class... no one was looking back and slides were still progressing. I slowly moved my fingers over the elastic on my boxers and pulled them down to where my jeans were. She then put both her feet up on the top of my leg. She grabbed the finger of my right hand and had my caress in between each of her toes, starting in between the pinky toe and next bigger one on her left foot through in between all her toes. They felt sweaty but slightly cold. The temperature of those lecture halls was kept pretty cold and I could feel her feet cold as well. She then had me stick that finger in my mouth. I loved tasting her toe sweat. I smelled and now tasted that leather smell mixed with the lotion. She then took my finger out of my mouth and put it in her mouth. She started sucking on it and then placed both her feet around my now fully erect, almost exploding dick. More pre-cum began to come out and she started stroking my dick up and down... she was giving me a footjob, right here in the middle of class... holy shit! She then took my finger out of her mouth and moved my hand forcing the top of her panties open and plunged my hand deeper... she was quit warm down there which was quite an offset to her cold yet sweaty feet. She began moving her feet faster and faster up and down. Shit I was ready to cum any second. She moved my hand down into her warm panties even more as she slide back in her chair a little... I did the same. I could see the precum lubricating my dick and glistening over her red, painted toenails and even in between some of her sweaty perfumy toes as she seemed to glide her feet even faster up and down my cock.

She started moaning a little more now as my fingers reached the top of her pubic area. She had a small tuft of pubic hair right at the top but then was very smooth and now wet a little farther down. She moved my hand even deeper into her crotch and moaned even more while somehow still managing to maintain a steady rhythm with her feet on my dick. Holy shit this was fantastic. At girl who didn't mind my foot fetish, in fact even enjoyed it as she performed a footjob on my right in the middle of a college lecture class. This was beyond unbelievable.

I could feel her getting wetter when she says... "now concentrate on my feet caressing your dick. Forget that your hand is touching my pussy. I will hold it here in place as I stroke your dick." And she began doing just that. Although I by no means forgot my hand was in her pants. I felt it was securely there as she held it tight against her pussy and I began to focus on the rhythm of her wonderful feet moving up and down my member.

I was starting to approach climax and she noticed. "I want you to warm my cold feet with your hot cum. I want to feel it drip between my toes and down the tops and bottoms of my feet and drip off my ankles." Just as she said that, I let loose. My ass came of my chair just a little bit as I sort of jerked as my cum came out. I watched with intent as it spouted up a little and then flowed over her pretty red toes, down between them, down the tops of her feet and dripped off her heels on to my legs. I could here not only the "squelching" of my cum between her feet and my dick, but also drops of it as it hit the cold floor below. She then quickly sat back in her seat even further and pulled her right foot up to her face. She stuck out her tongue and rolled it over the tops of her toes. She had to have licked them quite clean, but then pulled some tissues out of her bag.

"These are not for you... they are for me" She wiped off her feet and toes and then quickly put them back into her slip-ons. "This is for you," she said," and got down on her knees. She grabbed my dick and began sucking and lapping up all the cum... she circled her tongue all over my dick and around the base and put her mouth over the top as she sucked as well. While my dick got attention again, I knew and... thankfully she knew that her footjob had exploded ever last ounce of cum out of me, and my chances of a second ejaculation was a little ways away. She gave me a few of her tissues and helped to clean me up. I began my pull my pants up. She zipped up and buttoned her pants. As we both gathered our things... class was about to end. Holy shit that was good timing... somehow.

"See you in class on Thursday. I will wear something.... that will give you a show then too. Oh uh... and I don't have class after that at all... so maybe we can "study" together in here again." She smiled.

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Foot worship Stories - His foot fetish story! (NF)

First of all, this is my boyfriends account...mine is still pending lest for the other areas....so i'm posting this on his...after all its the story he wrote for me. Pretty much i wrote a story of my memory of how i found out about his fetish and foot play we've experienced and what not....this is HIS account of what it was like for him to tell me about his fetish...please leave us comments and let us know your thoughts!  its greatly appreciated. 

Me and her, sitting in my room alone. Looking into her eyes. I struggle inside myself. I love her, but will she love me after I tell her what I am about too. It is a big part of who I am especially with the person I love. I grab her hand. "I need to tell you something. Its very embarrassing for me to say this…….no…. I cant tell you. " She looked worried about what I was going to tell her. I could see that she genuinely wanted to know what I was so scared of and what I was too embarrassed to tell her.

"Please tell me" she begged "I wont think you're weird and I won't judge you." As my heart raced, I was going through in my mind sorting out and getting ready for any response that she will give me. A I think about all her responses, she interrupts my thought process. "If I guess what it is, will u tell me if I am right or wrong?". I slowly nod my approval. She sits for a few seconds but to me it seems like an eternity. She responds with "You have a foot fetish?". My heart stops. I can't breath. All I want to do is curl up into a ball and die. I look down in disgrace. "It makes sense now, all the touching and tickling." I stare at her hoping the girl I fell in love with will still except me for who I am. She puts her hand on my leg. "Its ok, everything is alright. it's the most common fetish out there." I nod that I understand but still feel like I lost something in myself, but little did I know I was actually putting myself together.

This girl I had fallen for finally knows my deepest secret. I told her something that I would want to take to my grave with me. The only problem is, she hated her feet and just hated feet in general. It broke my heart when she told me that she hated her feet. To me though it didn't matter if I wouldn't be allowed to touch or kiss or lick them because I fell in love with her and not with her sexy feet. I didn't want to scare her off. So I decided to take it slow. All I wanted to do was touch the perfect foot that was in front of me. The feet that teased me everyday in flip flops, and that would be curled up next to me on the couch. I love her with all my heart…and I was extremely and still am attracted to her whole body from her head all the way down to her ankles. Why stop at ankles you ask? It's because I didn't just find her feet attractive. They were sooo sexy and hot and perfect. I lusted after them. After a lot of begging and pleading she finally let me touch her feet. It was like electricity. The warm soft smooth skin of her virgin foot was outstanding. I can still remember the first time I got to touch.

Touching her feet was exquisite, I loved every minute my skin came in contact with hers. After awhile I tried so hard to be content with just touching. I knew it was so hard for her to let me touch let alone do anything else. My lust for her perfect feet still continued I needed more. I felt like a vampire, having the lust for something inside me grew stronger with each glance at the at one time forbidden area below her ankles. I need them in my mouth and my tongue to dance over her soles like a ice skater on a fresh pond during winter. After I finally got the courage up to ask, she shot me down…hard. "What!? No! never! Out of the question! Absolutely not!". It felt like I got staked in the heart. It hurt so much. I bet she didn't mean to, but for the first time she looked at me like I was a freak. I felt like all my hard work got thrown out the window. Even though it was a speed bump in our foot journey, I didn't give up. Finally after much talking and convince I got to lick those wonderful peds. My warm tongue over her flawless feet. The taste of her feet are unforgettable. Lightly salty and sweet at the same time. Sucking on each toe was magnificent. I got lost in the moment and nothing else mattered.

After the amazing experience and my tongue dancing all over her wonderful feet, I thought I was the happiest guy in the world. A perfect girl and the plus is that she had perfect feet. She gave me my first foot job. It was like in pure bliss. Feeling her toes wrap around my throbbing manhood. Nothing can compare to her soft warm soles rubbing the tip and her moaning from my warm precum being massaged in to her feet. Even though it feels amazing, I feel bad asking since it isn't that easy. It hurts her feet and legs, she loves me so much that she still does it from time to time. When she doesn't feel like doing it I get to play and cum all over her feet and soles. Oh did I mention her feet are extremely ticklish? From 1-10 she is about a 15 on the ticklish scale. She even lets me tickle them! Ya I know, she is perfect.

Honestly, I must be the luckiest man alive to have such a perfect girl and such a good friend. She helped me realize that I am not a freak or a psycho. She lets me indulge in my naughty pleasure whenever I want to which is all the time. She is so sexy and I love her to death. I love every minute I have with her. I feel terrible though that I am so into her feet. She is my favorite foot fetish model, she is my favorite tickle slave. I try and not be to into her feet but when you have the best of the best right there its hard not to be completely entranced by them .IM trying to incorporate my "problem" with other aspects of our relationship and I'm trying so hard to wean myself off of them but its not going so well. More foot adventures are to come and I'm looking forward to every single second of them!

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A Foot Fetish Realized

I used a corkscrew to open our second bottle of a very nice Cab-Merlot blend and poured each of us another round into the long-stemmed glasses. My wife, Dana, our next door neighbor, Sue, and I were enjoying a warm, early evening on our deck last summer.

Dana took a sip of her wine, leaned back, and put her foot in my lap. Automatically, I put my hand on her foot and began to slowly stroke the length of her long, narrow foot. She wiggled her painted toes in response to my caresses.

Sue took a long sip from her glass and watched me stroke my wife's foot lovingly.

"Paul gives a wonderful foot massage," Dana told our neighbor. "Sometime, I think he has a foot fetish," she added with a giggle.

I was a bit embarrassed, but I continued to lightly stroke the top of my wife's foot absently.

"It must be divine," Sue offered. "I wish my Dan would do that for me. My feet ache at night after I've been in heels all day."

Dana found it hard to believe that Dan didn't like to play with Sue's feet. "There are only a few things that feel better than a good foot massage," she quipped.

I reached for my wine glass, leaving Dana's foot in my lap.

"Hey, don't quit now!" Dana told me. "I was just starting to enjoy it."

I told her that I was just having some wine and would soon continue.

I returned to massaging my wife's foot and pulling gently on each toe. Dana leaned back and closed her eyes as I slowly worked on each small bone within her foot.

Dana finally opened her eyes and glanced at Sue. "Really, haven't you ever had a good foot massage?" she asked.

"No, not really," Sue replied. "I really don't like massage stuff," she added somewhat haughtily.

Dana grinned. "You don't know what you're missing, Sue. "You would love it, I'm sure."

"Dan likes some of my other parts," Sue joked, calling my attention to her ample breasts.

"Nevertheless, you should let Paul massage your feet for you. He's really good at it."

Sue hesitated. "I doubt if Paul would want to do my feet," she said without looking at me.

I looked over at Sue as I began to stroke Dana's other foot. "It would be my pleasure, Sue," I assured her. 

Sue was wearing a T-shirt, a pair of white shorts and cute sandals. I noticed that she, too, had red painted toenails to match her fingernails. Sue looked very attractive as she held her glass and looked to my wife.

"Well, are you sure, Dana?" she asked tentatively. "You don't mind if Paul does my feet?"

"Heaven's no, Sue. If Paul does a good job, maybe you can get Dan to give you foot massages on a regular basis. It's fun."

I could tell that Sue was intrigued by the idea, but was still hesitant. 

"Give me your foot, Sue," I said. "I'll do both of you at the same time."

Sue giggled at my comment. "Maybe just a little bit," she decided as she slipped off her sandal and lifted her foot onto my leg, about halfway up my thigh.

It was exciting to hold a woman's foot in each hand. I felt that I had a challenge.

I explored Sue's smaller foot with my left hand as I continued to massage Dana's foot with my right hand. Finally, I decided to try the same moves on each foot at the same time, just to see what would happen.

My hands stroked the top of each foot. I saw Sue shiver a little as I traced from her ankle to the tip of her big toe. Then, I began to tug on each toe of each foot, starting with the little toe and working up to the big toes. 

"See how good it feels, Sue?" Dana gushed as I continued by inserting my finger between each toe.

"Oh, yes, it does feel good," Sue confessed.

After concentrating on the top of each foot and each toe, I repositioned their feet and worked along each heel, using my thumbs to massage the soles. It was obvious from Sue's accelerated breathing that she was thoroughly enjoying the sensation of someone paying close attention to her bare foot.

My thumbs worked up along each arch and onto the ball of their feet. I heard low moans from Dana and Sue, so I knew they both were enjoying my ministrations.

By now, I had finished both of Dana's feet, so I moved to face Sue more directly and asked her for her other foot. She slowly raised her other leg and put both feet in my lap. As she moved, I got a brief glimpse of her silky, peach colored panties.

I was now able to use both hands on each of Sue's feet, clutching them and manipulating the various structures to help her relax. Dana was sipping her wine and watching. Sue had her eyes closed and clearly was off in another world. Sue would lick her lips and bite her bottom lip off and on, indicating a degree of arousal I had not seen in her before. It encouraged me to keep going.

I stopped abruptly and reached for my glass to take another sip. "Oh, don't stop now!" Sue gasped as her eyes snapped open.

"Just pausing for a little sip," I assured her. "Are you ready for more?"

"You were right, Dana, it feels divine," Sue gushed somewhat embarrassed.

"I know, I know," my wife replied with a sly grin. "Paul's an expert foot man."

I returned to Sue's right foot and again used my thumbs to slide up from her heel, across her instep, and onto the ball of her foot and along the base of her toes.

"Oh God," Sue moaned as I repeated the maneuver.

I repeated the moves again, even slower, and slipped my finger between her toes at the end. The third time I did it, as I was sliding along her instep, Sue gasped and a low moan escaped her lips.

"Oh, ahh, oh yes," was all Sue could utter as I felt her body shudder slightly.

It was pretty obvious to me, and to Dana, that my foot massage had given her friend, Sue, a small, but satisfying orgasm!

"That's enough," Sue moaned as she returned to Earth a few seconds later. She was more than a little embarrassed that she'd let herself go. "I think I need some more wine now, please."

Sue pulled her feet from my lap and tried to cover up her arousal. Her face was now flushed and splashes of red covered her upper chest and neck. I got another flash of peach panty as she again sat upright in the deck chair. There was also a small wet spot in the crotch of her shorts.

"I told you he was an expert," Dana teased. "I don't blame you for enjoying every minute."

Sue picked up her wine glass and took a deep sip. I raised my glass and touched hers in a symbolic toast. Our eyes met and I saw a mixture of emotions sweep across her face. I had just given my neighbor a small climax and she had no idea how to handle that.

Dana filled the awkward silence. "Honey, why don't you get us more chips and some of that good salsa we picked up the other day?"

Happily, I jumped at the chance to cool off a bit. I excused myself and headed for the kitchen.

When I returned, the gals were deep in a different discussion and we continued until the wine was finally consumed. There was no further comment about foot massages, but I had the distinct feeling that Dana had talked to Sue about it and had assured her that all was well. 

Sue finally headed home to await Dan's homecoming from his office. She and Dana exchanged their usual hug and peck at the door. Sue turned and gave me an unusually tight hug and very quickly kissed me on the mouth. 

"Thanks for everything," Sue whispered before she turned and walked across our front yard to her house next door.

"That was fun," Dana commented as we closed the front door. "I hope you enjoyed it as much as we did."

I wasn't sure how to respond, so I tried to play it cool. "It was definitely an interesting evening," I admitted without really admitting anything.

Later, Dana and I bathed each other in our oversized tub. She gave me a soapy foot job and rinsed me off before bending forward and taking my now-stiff cock into her mouth.

It had been a long time since Dana had been so obviously aroused. I lit some candles and we enjoyed a lengthy love-making session to cap off our day. We finished with Dana on top, furiously riding me to a crashing climax for us both. 

I don't know if I'll ever get to give two simultaneous foot massages again, but if not, I will always have that evening to remember.

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