Foot Fetish Erotica Novels & Stories

I could see the desire in his eyes as he stared at my feet. I remembered that he had a huge foot fetish and loved soft sexy feet. My toes were in perfect and well pedicured. I laid back, watching his next move. My other legs moved on his chest and teasing all the way to his V-line. His kneeling position stopped my legs from getting in between his legs. I sprawled out on the sofa, my legs spread wide and inviting. My pussy is full bare. I rubbed my hands over my pussy lips with my panties still on.

I nod, he so often knows what I need without me even speaking. "You see, I watch very closely Kitty, which is how I learnt that this". His hand moves, the flogger along my body, moaning I look at it. "That you react differently with PVC and Rubber than anything else. I have been watching closely and learning, that this little thing here, is your fetish". He moves the flogger between his hands. "Really Master?". He nods, “I don't think I have a fetish for it.”

At the same time, Heather lowered her pussy to my face and then rocked her hips, giving me a hard, wet face-fuck as I dug my fingers into the globes of her marvelous ass. Sadly, with my face covered by a hot pussy and soft ass-cheeks, I wasn't able to watch the two women hungrily kissing, playing with one another's tits, and tweaking each other's nipples. But just knowing it was happening added yet another level of erotica to the fantasy I was getting to live out.

“You know what? I have the perfect cat for you. He’s a new face around here but I can tell he’s desperate for a play. You’ve always been my best gal so why don’t you take him?” She hands me a file with a list of the sub’s interests: objectification, degradation, findom, voyeurism, exhibitionism, feet fetish, temperature play, sadism/masochism, breath play, anal play, feminization, but golden shower is at the top of the list. I smile. “He’s perfect! I guess I’ll need a drink. Plenty of drinks!” I say with a wink. **** The room is lit with red bulbs. I see him immediately, kneeling on the floor with his head down.

Looking at the erotic sight before his eyes, his control slipped completely as the sleeping beast beneath his calm outside features awoke. He softly massaged her rack to possibly reduce the sourness from his ministration as his fingers slipped teasingly towards her privates. Humeyra could feel the frustration raising as the heartless man toyed with her very aroused self. She instantly knew what he was doing. He wanted her to beg. It was a fetish that he enjoyed immensely. Helplessly , she gave in and submissively begged to soothe his ego.

I gasped, shocked he'd say something so crass but stopped when he began massaging the soles of my feet. I moaned. "Mmmhmmm. This feels so good. Is it your fetish?" "One of plenty." My eyes never left him. From his actions, I knew he was a pro, unlike me who'd never gone past oral. It made me doubt if I could ever satisfy this beautiful man. He excused himself and returned with a bowl of water, a hand towel, and a jar of lotion. Without a word, he positioned himself in front of me and stroked my feet with soapy water. Then he dabbed the lotion along my toes.

*** My heart raced as I crept down the hall in just an oversized 👕 and nothing but just panties. She was waiting on the big bed, completely naked except for the thick black strap-on harness buckled around her hips. The dildo was fucking obscene, realistic veins, heavy dark balls, slightly curved, easily eight to ten inches and thick, very very thick. My mouth went dry and my cunt throbbed at the sight. “Lock the door, baby,” she said, voice low and commanding. “Tonight your stepmom is going to fuck that needy little pussy properly.”

I'd fix her a glass of wine or a cocktail if she wanted it, and she would plop her head or feet in my lap while she told me about her day and we watched TV. Now, I've always had a little bit of a foot fetish. Nothing too intense or obsessive, but it was there nevertheless. Rubbing her feet with a little oil or moisturizer became part of our routine. My getting a semi-hard erection while doing so also became a routine part of that act of service. Until one fateful night, she was too distracted by the TV, telling me about her day or simply blissed out to notice that. However, that night, I was in my boxers, and we hadn't had sex in several days.

My hands were raised above me, like a statue, like a worthless object displayed in a museum. Adrian and Sebastian stopped talking. They stared at me with desire. Leon brought his lips close to my ear. I felt his warm breath. "I need to be honest with you, Ana," he whispered sensually. "I have a fetish." I swallowed. "What fetish?" "I like watching my partner being enjoyed by other men." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "What?" I whispered. "I like watching you with Adrian. I like watching you with Sebastian. I like watching you enjoy them and them enjoying you."

I looked at her half-naked body lying there before me as I took the top of her panties in my fingers and began to tug at them. Brooke lifted her hips to help me slide her panties past her ass as I saw her hot pussy come into view. I pulled her pink satin panties down her legs and tossed them onto the floor. I never thought I had a foot fetish but I couldn't resist sucking on her toes as they were so close to my face. I ran my hand up and down the soft skin of her legs as I had her toes in my mouth. When I had played with her feet for a while, I opened her legs wide and kissed my way to her inviting pussy.