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Having My Feet Fucked

I suppose it made sense, in a weird way. If you had a thing for feet, get a job in a shoe store. I first discovered the guy at the shoe store had a foot fetish when I bought those horrendous peach pumps to be the maid of honor (or old maid of shame, as the dear bitch...uh, bride, liked to call me.) I was so uptight about the dumb wedding that I didn't pay much attention to the salesman's chatter. It registered later that he looked a little flushed, but I didn't put any meaning to it. I bought some new jogging shoes, and paid more attention. This time I saw the look in his eyes, the slight tremble to his hands, and careful way he did not touch my skin with his fingers.

What I wasn't prepared for was the shot of hot lust that went through me, making my cunt so hot and wet I couldn't stand it. The guy glanced up at me, almost as if he could smell my hungry hole calling to him. I kept my face blank, but I noticed he'd had to shift a bit due to the lump that sprang up in his pants. I've thought about him everyday since. He was very handsome, in a distinguished gentleman kind of way. Looked very controlled. Very proper. More than anything, I wanted to ring this guy's bell.

I bough the most expensive pair of stockings I could find. Silk. A new black lace garter. No panties, and a good close shave all over the pussy. I wanted my slick beaver ready and accessible. A short tight skirt. Demi-bra with a low-cut top. The perfect outfit to go by "come fuck me" shoes from a horny foot freak.

I took the seat farthest in the back, sat down and crossed my legs. He came over, polite as ever once he could pull his eyes away from my cleavage, and smiled a professional smile. I smiled demurely. "I don't think I'm wearing the correct size. Could you size me, please?" He nodded, got the silver metal foot measure down from its peg, and put it carefully on the floor in front of me. I shook off my heels, and put one silky foot, the blood red toenails very visible, in the measure. His eyes riveted to my foot, and his fingers brushed against it several times as he made the adjustments. "A perfect size seven," he said with reverence. "Perfect." I smiled against my hand. The guy was shaking.

"Thank you," I said politely. "I'm looking for something a little different. Something sexy. Very sexy." He looked up at me and blinked, then nodded as if in a trance. When he stood up, I noticed his cock was beginning to thrust against his pants. I openly admired it, wiggled my foot and smiled at him. He said something that could have been "I'll be right back" and wandered off, limping. I was so hot I felt nasty. I had intended to enjoy turning him on, but I was really horny. Having him look at my foot like that was doing something to me, and I liked it.

He came back with a few boxes, pulled his little stool around and sat. I lifted my foot and put it on the footrest, my toes just inches from his crotch. His sharp intake of breath echoed through the store. He looked around nervously, but we were alone. I smiled, then ran my toes down the inside of his thigh. His lips trembled, and his eyes closed. "Ma'am," he started to say. He never finished. His hands reached out blindly and took my foot, gently and tenderly. "Oh," he said softly. "Oh, my." He ran his fingertips over my entire foot, as if he was reading the meaning of life in Braille. He cupped his left hand over the top, and used the ball of the thumb on his right to rhythmically rub pressure points on my sole. It was exquisite, and I groaned my appreciation. He trembled, and sighed. He kept working the foot until I was almost out of the chair on the floor. He rested my ankle on his thigh, and lifted the other foot to give it the same treatment. That spread my legs awkwardly, revealing the tops of my stockings, and...judging from the hungry look in his eye...my hairless, dripping pussy. By now his cock was clearly outlined as it strained against his pants. He was long and thick, and it must have hurt to have that monster held back.

He worked my left foot...my right slid into his crotch. I ran my big toe up and down his bulge. It was hard as a rock. He slid forward to give me more access, his eyes half closed, his hands still massaging. He nibbled on his lower lip. "Oh," he whispered. "Oh." My foot worshipper was a man given to understatement. An impressive wet stain appeared on the front of his pants. I licked my lips. Damn. He must have been FLOWING precum. Sweet, hot precum...going to waste on his clothes. Damn shame.

My toes toyed with his belt buckle. He opened his eyes and looked at me. He was too fucking turned on to give much of a damn about anything but fucking my foot. He fumbled with his belt until he got it unbuckled, then worked the zipper down with effort. He released a cock that was even bigger than I'd pictured, and I gasped appreciatively. He cupped his balls and drew them out gently. His balls were huge, and looked full enough to burst. As I watched, precum oozed out of his swollen cockhead and streamed down. He scooped it up with a finger and rubbed it on my instep. Damn, that turned me on! I wanted more. He licked his lips, lowered his mouth to my foot and kissed it, still scooping up precum to rub on it. He lapped at my foot with his entire tongue, then took my big toe in his mouth and sucked. I extended my leg to force him to sit back up, and rubbed my toes against his mouth. He lapped and sucked at one foot, while the other made friends with his cock. Good friends.

He began to rub his cockhead blindly against my sole, moaning. By now, my skirt was up around my hips, so I dropped a hand into my soaking wet pussy and fingered my engorged clit. One hand supported the foot in his mouth as he sucked, the other held my left foot steady as he humped it, and his eyes feasted on my cunt as my slippery fingers did their work. I smiled at him, got my fingers good and coated then rubbed the juice against the toes of my right foot. His eyes were HUGE as he sucked my juice from my toes. His breathing was harsh and loud.

I pulled my top down and fingered my nipples until they were twin points of hard rosy flesh. I pulled on them and twisted him. His eyes followed my movements, without slowing his foot fuck-and-suck fest at all. I brought myself off from the look in his eyes. I've never seen a man that helplessly turned on. I sucked on my fingers and forced both my feet into his lap. His cock was trapped between my insteps.

He grabbed my feet, pushed them together, and started pistoning his cock between them. They were immediately warmed and slickened by his seemingly endless supply of precum. "Damn," he breathed. "Oh, damn, this is great. I mean, this is GREAT!" He stood suddenly, yanking pants and briefs down around his knees, and held my feet to his crotch. "I love your feet! I love your fucking feet!" He thrust like a madman, his huge cockhead stabbing at me as he fucked my foot-pussy. He was wild, and he didn't give a damn who knew it. I began work on my clit again, this time rubbing like a fiend.

"I'd let you bathe my feet," I said. He shuddered in ecstasy. "Yes," I continued, "bathe them. Massage them. Cream them. Paint my toenails all different colors. You can suck each and every one of my toes all you want. Lick them all over. Smell them. Taste them. Feel them. And you can take out that huge fuckstick and fuck them all you want. God, that feels so DAMN GOOD! I LOVE having my feet fucked!" I thought for sure he'd shoot right then, but he must have just clenched his ass muscles and hung on.

The pole sliding between my precum soaked, silk covered feet had a head that was swollen and purple. His massive balls slammed into my heels. Shit, he was beyond ready to go. His eyes had rolled back into his upper lids, and he was fucking automatically. "Fuck my feet," I whispered. "I want your cum all over them." He grunted at me, his movements jerky. Finally, he grabbed his cock and aimed it, erupting cum all over my toes. He stood and spasmed, sending cum everywhere as it kept pulsing out. He kept cumming until I was afraid it would kill him, then collapsed back on his little stool. He sat for a long time in silence. Then he got down on his hands and knees and licked every bit of his cum off my feet as that monster cock grew hard again.

This time he turned his ass to me as he was on all fours. I stuck my left foot underneath his cock and balls. He grabbed it and rubbed his hardon against it, letting the balls slide along my ankles. I took my left foot and worked the big toe into the crack of his ass and rubbed his tight asshole. I managed to get the tip of my toe to penetrate and he growled with hot lust. "Fuck me," he gasped. "Fuck my ass with your toe." I obliged, giving my first ass-fucking with a toe. He loved it! I worked the toe in has far as I could, wiggling it hard...then harder...as he started jerking off with one hand and sniffing my shoe with the other. His balls rested on the top of my foot. I stuck a finger in my pussy and fucked myself as I watched him. I came once in seconds, then again very quickly. The sound of my cumming drove him over and he pulsed cum into my shoe.

I think I have every foot care product in the world in my bathroom. Every night it seems he has something new he wants to play with. And I discovered he always has that much precum, and he always cums like he's going to die. At least twice a night. I also get a very large discount on shoes.

(c) Morgan Grayson 1997
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