Foot Fetish Erotica Novels & Stories

He leaned down, biting my bottom lip hard enough to sting, then sucking it into his mouth before pulling back. "Say it louder," he growled, adding a third finger, stretching me wide, the wet sounds loud in the room as he fucked me with them fast. "Tell me you love my cum inside you." "I love it," I moaned, voice breaking, hips bucking up to meet his hand. "Fuck, Haiden, I love your cum leaking out of me, I love feeling you all day." It was embarrassing how true it was, how my body craved it, pussy soaking his fingers, clit throbbing every time he brushed it with his thumb.

“Cum all over my pretty feet. I want to feel it.” That was all it took. Marcus groaned loudly as his orgasm hit. Thick ropes of cum erupted across her soles and toes , the first spurt landing on her arch, the next coating her crimson-painted toes. He kept stroking himself with her feet as he came, painting her soft skin with every pulse. Sophia flexed her toes, spreading his warm load between them and over the tops of her feet until they were glistening with a messy, erotic sheen.

Expensive shampoos and oils are in baskets on the side. “Let me help you out of those clothes.” He says in a deep seductive voice while kissing my neck from behind. Slowly stripping me naked. I turn and return the favor while he inhales a deep breath. He’s already hard and ready. We slip into the bath and he reaches for the oils messaging every part of me finishing at my clit. “Julius, If I didn’t know better, I’d think you wanted another foot job. Do you have a fetish?” I lift my brow to him

Layla gets up and looks at my cock like she has never seen one before. "-May I touch it? Layla asks curiously. -Of course, you can. Do you know what this is? -Umm… No… I have never seen one." Layla replies, touching my cock and making it get as hard as possible. While Layla was touching my dick, I explain to her that I am a futanari, gifted with both a pussy and a dick. She is mesmerized by my dick and keeps playing with it until I ask her nicely to stop.

Dante said to her and something about his deep voice was so enchanting that Mireille could not resist the urge anymore. She closed her eyes and relaxed into the bed. Dante looked at her face, his fingers working on her foot and toes. He looked back at her legs and he felt the sudden desire to run his tongue over her leg. He had never thought of himself as having a foot fetish until right now, staring down at her beautiful legs in his grip. His massage got a bit firmer and Mireille's body tensed up a little. This had reached the point of pleasure. She could not deny the little pool that had formed in her panties already.

He was still asking when I moved my feet to his crotch. "You were saying?" I asked mockingly when I saw him close his eyes as my feet made contact with his cock. He opened his eyes to answer but I had started stroking his cock with my feet. "I know you have a foot fetish, I always suspected so, alright, go ahead and remove your cock for me, I want to see it." I instructed in a calm voice but I noticed he was hesitant. "Now!" I said in a more firmer voice and he quickly obliged, undoing his zipper and fishing out his massive cock.

"Fuck me, Toby. Make me yours. I want your cock inside me. I want it so bad..." She was a lesbian with a fetish. Not, as you may have guessed, a fetish for cock, or for men, or even for not being a lesbian. Nope - Beth knew exactly who she was. She knew what she wanted, and she knew that it wasn't men. Beth liked pussy, exclusively, and (just for fun) I had decided not to mess with that. Instead, I gave her my fetish. Beth, just like me (and just like everyone else I turned, to be fair), had a pregnancy fetish.

His naked body made me drool, and he smirked knowing that I couldn't resist his nakedness. I closed my legs feeling that I was leaking already. "Baby girl, lose the thong and open your legs for me." He took both of my wrists to the top of my head. He took his belt and wrap it around my wrists securing it. He looked deviously at me. I was wetting my sheet with my arousal, It was too fucking sexy. He licked my ear and whispered. "My fetish baby girl, I need you to stay put while I eat your pink, sweet, tight little cunt of yours. I will do this all night baby girl. You will remember me tomorrow when you fuck your plaything."

“Fill my tight little virgin pussy with that thick cock of yours. Make me yours.” My fingers slide between my thighs. My breath catches. My heart pounds. My panties are almost dripping. I stand up, letting them fall down my legs, stepping out of them with slow, deliberate grace. My wetness clings to my inner thighs. I drag my skirt up to my waist and sit back on his desk, legs parted, giving in to the fantasy. One finger grazes my clit and my hips buck. It feels electric. I shouldn’t be doing this. I don’t care.

“If you really want this dick then answer my question. Tell me what goes on in your club.” “FUCKING IS WHAT GOES ON!” she screamed at him. “It’s a fetish club mostly for yuppies and upper-class folk,” she spoke breathlessly, her eyes blazed at him. “They meet, they socialise, they share themselves out to anyone who wants to fuck them and watch others getting fucked.” Thaddeus felt satisfied with that and thus inserted the crown of his prick between her tight pussy folds. “Ohh yes, oh fuck yes,” Erica cooed while sucking in her breath. “Oooh you know just what I want, baby. Gimme all that dick.”