Feet Fetish Novels & Stories

She helped Hailey in walking and brought her to one of the rooms, the door opened and she entered in a suite. "I-I..." "You will live here till you are married to Boss. He has instructed me to keep you here." the tone changed, the lady sounding more authoritative, following the directions given by her boss. Hailey didn’t react much, except rotating her eyes to ask, "Where is he?" ...... In another room of the mansion Zayn sat on the sofa, watching a girl doing pole dance as the cigarette remained burnt and intertwined in his fingers. He was covered in his glory of power, nothing in between him and the world.

He carefully helped me up, then made a call and asked someone to bring over several suits. I looked at the finely tailored suits and shook my head. My secretary quickly asked, "Sir... Zephyr, don't you like them? I'll have someone bring a few more." I said, "There's no need to go through so much trouble. Just get me something simple. It doesn't matter how it looks as long as it keeps me warm." I hesitated for a moment, then continued, "Something cheap. I remember there was an underground wholesale market. You can buy it there. I'll pay you back later."

He continues rubbing me and moaning his approvals. “Who makes you feel good daddy?” I breathe as we stare at each other coming undone. “Only you.” He leans his head back and explodes while still rubbing me and witnessing the act makes me orgasm. We stay in the bath. Minds rocked. “I didn’t think I had anymore firsts but wow, I’ve never done that before. You’ve turned me into a foot fetish fucking weirdo.” He says and we laugh. “Freak” I tease. “Now turn around and scoot back. It’s your turn.” I tell him and grab the oils.

“Never intercourse but I had one guy who paid me a grand more than once to lick peanut butter off my body. There was a man who simply liked feet. He paid me five hundred bucks a session to massage my feet while I yelled obscenities at him. He was a nice guy but I’m pretty sure his mother made him rub her feet while she belittled him as a young boy.” “You yelled obscenities at him?” “Yes. His favorite ones were ‘bloody bastard’ and if he was close to finishing, he liked me to yell ‘fuck you and your father’.” She shrugged. “I was a college kid with no trust fund. I needed the cash.” “It was a fetish club then. Nobody actually beat you?”

Letícia had just moved into 12B. At twenty-six, she had the kind of body that made men lose their train of thought: she worked out four times a week but never skipped a good feijoada or spoon brigadeiro. The result was firm, soft flesh full of curves. Her breasts were large, heavy, natural, swaying freely under the thin white cotton t-shirt she wore now, with no bra. Her dark nipples poked through the fabric like two buttons begging to be sucked. Her ass was round and perky, the kind of butt that made any man turn his head and imagine burying his face there and licking until she begged.

She figured it was a ploy to humiliate her, as with the blueberries at school. When he came, he pulled so tightly on her hair that she saw bright white stars dancing behind her eyes. "Now kiss my feet and apologise for being late," he demanded. Though she didn’t think she had been late, Sienna still obeyed, lowering her head and kissing each foot. It reminded her of the time she'd sucked on his toes and led her to wonder if he had a foot fetish. 'Foot fetish, spitting fetish,' Sienna thought. 'I wonder if he has any more.'

Suddenly Pusscat is standing in the door. “Getting a little drink”. I hold up the plastic bag. “Cheers”. “There are bags upstairs”. “I am soaking up the atmosphere. Are you really talking the cows into all this ?” Pusscat let’s out a small laugh and walks to the fridge. “These days it is no problem living out any kink you might dream of. It is no longer a sport convincing Your victim to let their hair down. It seems to be a requirement to have at least one fetish or kink in each home”.

one of them. At noon, for a few days before the current events. Because the house of pleasure had girls who dealt with several types of fetishes, one of the executives was a group of cattle and meatpacking businesspeople who were paying for the work of Goki's girls. Among them one of the cowboys who had a specific fetish of having women on top of him in a batch of twelve at a time, jumping and riding with a cowgirl, on top of his penis, after, of course, jumping like a bull towards her. special pleasure room, where he simply embodied a bull.

He asked kissing my feet and I shook my head not knowing how to start the conversation. "I'm starting to think you have a foot fetish," Starr announced as Jason moved over taking the plate from Starr, I lifted my feet as she took his place becoming my new foot stool. "I don't have a foot fetish, you both just have very pretty feet," he defended amused and she smiled closing her eyes sighing. "That you love because you have a foot fetish," she fired and he chuckled taking a sip of his juice. I watched as she opened her eyes looking over to me, her gaze meeting mine. She leaned over her hand going in-between my thighs as she attached our lips.

The message read: "Hey J, it's Kayla. I miss you, but I need more. I've found something that really turns me on. I want you to be a part of it." Curious and concerned, I called her immediately. She answered, her voice breathy and excited. "J, I'm so glad you called. I've been exploring my sexuality, and I've discovered this amazing fetish. It's called impregnation, and it's everything I've ever wanted." I was shocked. "What do you mean? You want to get pregnant?" "Oh, J, you have no idea. I want to be filled with cum, over and over again. I want to be used and dominated by big, strong men. And I want you to watch it all happen."