Femboy Foot Worship Novels & Stories

Everyone says I sound like a lion trying to sing with my rather deep, almost manly voice. I'm a little timid at parties when it comes to dancing. Did I forget to tell you I'm plump and robust, with beautiful skin? I never had pimples all my life! And the cherry on top, wherever I go, flip-flops are the best choice always! No footwear can give the maximum comfort of flip-flops and I love chocolate. My mum always preaches to me about the benefits of weight loss but come on. A girl's gotta be herself. And we are werewolves, aren't we? So I have a mate out there waiting for me- his beloved princess.

I'd spent three years selling shoes at Pay-Less as a teenage boy, so I had a lot of experience with women's feet and Shelly's were incredible. "Yeah," she sighed, tilting her head with satisfaction as I removed her left shoe. "You're a foot guy, I can tell. Some men like legs, some of them like tits or ass, but you like feet." "Ahhh..." I cleared my throat. "I guess so." "You're shaking like a leaf!" Shelly giggled. "It's okay. Relax, Bobby. Nobody's going to steal Christmas from you, I promise." "I'm sorry," I said, for no good reason at all. I could feel myself blushing as well, and my hands were trembling as I cradled her naked foot.

Livvy moaned and when I looked at her, she had her eyes closed. Fucking hell this was way too sexy to be doing with my daughter. I had never really had a thing for feet before, but suddenly I felt like I might just have a new fetish. Trying to control my rapid breathing, I continued massaging her. For the better part of fifteen minutes, I rubbed her foot. And then something happened that made me tense every muscle in my body.

I lick greedily, tasting all four loads mixed with my own juices. Alfie and Maximo sit on the couch, cocks already hard again. I crawl over, still shaking, and my cum-slick feet on their shafts. My soles are sticky; I smear the mess up and down their lengths in perfect unison, toes curling around their heads, jerking them with my arches while I look up with ruined mascara eyes. “You like the birthday girl’s dirty feet on your big dicks?” I purr. They groan, hips thrusting into my grip. I spit on both cocks for extra glide, then press my feet together, trapping both heads between my soles, sliding faster.

“Show me your pussy.” With a catch of her breath, she nodded, then pushed them down her hips. He hooked his fingers inside the elastic to help, dragging them down her thighs, exposing her puffy cunt as he kissed his way over her belly. Then he peeled the white cotton away, impatiently tossing her fancy footwear with it. “You don’t like the shoes? I thought men had a fetish for sexy heels.” He scoffed. “I’m not evolved enough for that. I’m always going to prefer you barefoot and pregnant. In fact, I like it so much I want to keep you this way for a while.”

"Plus, unlike girls today, you wear nylons, which I have to confess make your legs and feet look super sexy." "I thought I noticed you admiring my feet." "If you were my woman, I'd worship them," I said, my naughty fantasies leading the way. "And what would worshipping my feet entail?" I looked up, surprised at how far I'd dared to go. "Sorry, sorry!" I apologized. "I've been way too forward." "No." She closed the photo album and placed it beside her. "Perhaps I haven't been forward enough." She turned her body and swung her legs onto my lap.

Mom: "Day Ninety-one: Jimmy showed me how manly he was. He had a borrowed shirt from his father. He put it on but then he flexed his muscles and the shirt ripped along the seams, his bulging biceps shredding the sleeves to ribbons. He stood before me in this tattered shirt. He pulled down his string belt athletic pants. He stood me up as I stared, totally mesmerized. I was just wearing a simple green houserobe and underneath that, NOTHING. He could easily have unbuttoned the four big white buttons. No, he made a point of ripping off the buttons, one by one. He tore the robe off me. With his superstrength, it was incredibly easy for him to push me to my knees, which he did. He ordered me to c

But, but, Gabi is the Target now so do not falter little Theo. Quick advice: Dudes out there let me tell you something, you really don’t need too much muscle to woo a girl like? I don’t have six packs or eight packs, just a flat tummy and some great hair, big blue eyes and some sexy lips. Just keep your body in shape and you’ll be okay, if you’re not in a good shape don’t worry, you could always go into hiding for a while and burn some fat, style your hair, doll up your closet with some sexy clothes and start looking like a dare devil

I'd spent three years selling shoes at Pay-Less as a teenage boy, so I had a lot of experience with women's feet and Shelly's were incredible. "Yeah," she sighed, tilting her head with satisfaction as I removed her left shoe. "You're a foot guy, I can tell. Some men like legs, some of them like tits or ass, but you like feet." "Ahhh..." I cleared my throat. "I guess so." "You're shaking like a leaf!" Shelly giggled. "It's okay. Relax, Bobby. Nobody's going to steal Christmas from you, I promise." "I'm sorry," I said, for no good reason at all. I could feel myself blushing as well, and my hands were trembling as I cradled her naked foot.

Livvy moaned and when I looked at her, she had her eyes closed. Fucking hell this was way too sexy to be doing with my daughter. I had never really had a thing for feet before, but suddenly I felt like I might just have a new fetish. Trying to control my rapid breathing, I continued massaging her. For the better part of fifteen minutes, I rubbed her foot. And then something happened that made me tense every muscle in my body.