Foot Fetish Erotica Novels & Stories

“Strip, Corporate Cum Queen. We’re upgrading the contract today.” My heart hammered as I peeled off my blouse and skirt, standing naked in front of them. Jax opened the box and pulled out the most insane BDSM contraption I’d ever seen: a full-body leather harness with silver rings, built-in nipple clamps connected by thin chains, a thick remote-controlled dildo with a bulbous base that locked inside me, electric stim pads for my clit and inner thighs, and a delicate silver shock collar that read “Property of Strategic Innovations” in tiny engraved letters.

He spread me wide, bent me at the knee, and squeezed them together. After a few positions and several deep strokes, I closed my eyes to fully enjoy the experience, and suddenly, I felt moisture on my feet. “Ooo, he’s a toe sucker, a man with a foot fetish. Now who’s surprised?” I thought silently. With my legs stretched high alongside his shoulders, René stroked me long and hard while holding my toes close to his lips. From this position, he lifted my body off the bed and stroked my elevated ass. The weightless fuck was amazing. As I recorded the feeling in my memory, I felt the muscles in René’s body tighten, and I knew he was ready to cum.

she begged, the risk of neighbors hearing or Pedro calling only adding to the addictive thrill, making everything dirtier and more forbidden. Finally, Atlas couldn’t hold back: with an animal roar, he came deep in her ass, hot, thick jets of cum filling her anus, leaking out the sides and dripping down her reddened ass, mixing with the juices from her pussy. Anya came one last time, her body trembling in spasms, the vibrator still buzzing until he turned it off and slowly removed it, leaving her empty but satisfied.

After I'd removed her other shoe, of course. "Do you want to cum on my foot?" Shelly wondered, massaging my penis with the unbearably soft underside of her foot. "Go ahead and use my foot if you want. Jerk off for me, baby. Show me how much you love me." I made muffled noises of agreement, using my hands to hold her foot and trap my cock against the sole. Her smooth heel would rub against my balls as I worked her foot up and down along the shaft. Shelly played with the head of my penis and she'd turn her foot slightly to the left and right, gathering precum on her toes before pulling them downward. The erotic sensation of her foot jerking me off felt heavenly, but I have to admit that I'd dr

And he’s so sexy-God, who looks that good in the morning? To think he’s just in a plain black shirt and simple jeans but damn—those thighs can crush me and I would’ve even mind. And his hands, do I have a hand fetish? Is that a thing? At least it’s not a foot fetish and this isn’t me going after people who do, y’all do you but be honest, it’s a little weird to get turned on over someone else’s feet. Christ.

I giggled, gasped, and moaned. Licking from heel to toes, Vasha moaned in agreement and continued eagerly. Stumbling upon my girlfriend’s foot fetish made me feel better about mine, and I reached over to stroke her silky ankle bone lightly. Her toes curled in response and I moaned loudly, completely lost in my lust. Just like the rest of my little bat, her feet were perfect and if she weren't so ticklish I would've tried sucking on her toes a long time ago. I barely noticed when she switched to the other foot, kissing and sucking on my toes until I tried to rub my own pussy. She gently moved my hand away and smiled cruelly to take back her dominance.

A faint, quiet smile touched my lips as the door clicked shut behind me. The suite was warm, smelling faintly of sweet vanilla and fresh linen. A bottle of expensive champagne rested in a silver ice bucket on the side table, two crystal flutes sitting beside it. Annabelle was already waiting for me in the center of the room. She was dressed in a sheer, ice-pink lace lingerie set that left almost nothing to the imagination. The delicate fabric strained against her full breasts, her tiny waist tapering down into thick, curved hips that spilled out over the thin straps of her panties.

I lick them clean greedily, tasting all four men mixed with my own juices. Alfie and Maximo sit on the couch, cocks already rock hard again. I crawl over on trembling limbs and press my cum-slick feet against their shafts. My soles are sticky with drying fluids. I slide them up and down in perfect rhythm, toes curling around the heads, stroking them firmly while I look up with ruined, mascara-streaked eyes. “You like the birthday girl’s dirty feet on your big dicks?” I purr. They groan deeply, hips thrusting into my arches. I spit on both cocks for better glide, then press my feet together, trapping their heads between my soles and stroking faster.

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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.'