Foot Fetish Erotica Novels & Stories

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.'

His hands gently touched her clit and she jerked in excitement. “Wet,” he said dryly, as though mainly talking to himself. “Would she be as wet as this, I wonder?” Felicia looked back in confusion. Did he have a fetish that she was going to have to fulfill? Most men liked to call out the name of their lovers and fantasies when they were with her. Felicia usually would not mind, but this was different. This, she had offered herself willingly for. Men usually pay for their pleasure with her, and through that she could let them be a fucking rat if she wanted to.

They slipped on transparent plastic aprons. “On your stomach first,” Freya commanded softly. They slowly peeled my leggings and panties down my thick thighs, exposing my smooth, plump ass and already-wet pussy. “Fuck, look at this perfect ass,” Jess moaned, spreading my cheeks wide. “Completely waxed and ready.” Freya ran her bare fingers over my tight pink hole. “So pretty… and already twitching. Have you been watching naughty videos, thinking about women playing with your holes?” I moaned loudly as Freya pushed one slick finger deep into my ass. “Oh god… Doctor!”

Readers should be aware of explicit sexual content, intense BDSM themes with a focus on power imbalance, graphic depictions of physical and psychological domination, extreme kink practices including bondage, cock torture, edging, sounding, electro-stimulation, fisting, watersports, double penetration, nipple clamping, ball busting, and deep throat training, strong verbal degradation and humiliation, potential triggers related to authority figures and forced submission in a fantasy context, public exposure risks, sensory overload from sweat and bodily fluids, emotional distress from forbidden dynamics, and the presence of prolonged overstimulation and post-orgasm continuation, all of which ma

"You can feel that power, you don't have to see it.” "I love how it seduces me...” " Then give in...” She raises her arms above her head on the bed, surrendering. I kiss her mouth slowly, taking in the taste of her lips. Hazel doesn't try to hug me, nor does she try to remove the tie from her eyes. She has begun to understand how tasty and fun fetishes are. I thrust deep inside her. Once, twice, three times. I return to the slow, delicious penetration. The white fur on her arms is shivering. She whispers.

Make her feel every vein, every thick ridge stretching her open. Elena whimpered, plunging two fingers deep inside herself. She fucked herself with them, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room. Her other hand pinched and tugged her nipples. The fantasy consumed her—Victor’s big body covering hers, his stubble scraping her neck, his low growl in her ear: This pussy has always belonged to me. She added a third finger, stretching herself, curling them against that spot that made her vision spark. Her hips bucked wildly. The necklace bounced between her breasts with every thrust of her hand. Closer… so close…

My hand m‍ove​d on its o​wn, fingers slipping u‌nder the damp‍ fabric, finding my clit, pressing‍ hard, circli‌ng once, twice, matching his pace. Anna droppe⁠d to her knees be​side them, silent‌ and grace‌ful, sliding one hand up Greta’⁠s trem⁠bli​n‍g thigh, c‍upping a breast, pinching the n‍ipple until Gret‌a his‌se⁠d.

Lila I have no idea how we got here but I'm too horny to think straight. My fingers are fisting his bulge through his pants with our lips merged together. He tastes like vodka and bad decisions. His lips aren't gentle against mine as he cups my face with one arm and fondles my left boob hard with the other. I'm fucking wet, my panties sticking to my pussy. I groan into his mouth, driven insane by the pressure of his lips and fingers. My body dying with pain and pleasure as he pinches my nipple. His fingers leave my face and he settles them quick in my skirt. He wastes no time to have them in my panties already. A tremor courses through my entire being when he does. It's so much different fro

The way her body moved against him, expressing her pleasure, made his head swim and his dick grow so hard against the zipper of his jeans he thought he might explode in his pants. "Can't wait, baby," he mumbled, reaching under her skirt and yanking her panties down her legs. They caught on her boots. He pulled the boots off then proceeded to strip her panties and socks off. Her tiny feet caught him off guard. The were so perfectly shaped, the delicate bones filling his big hands and the tiny toenails, painted bright purple, wiggling against him. He'd always thought foot fetishes to be laughable, but now he was reconsidering. His girl had the sexiest feet he'd ever seen. Ash dropped her feet,

Hell, at this point, his legs are my lifeline as I'm about to drown in the abyss of pleasure. Dick dangling in my mouth, Logan threads his pudgy hand around the base. His member shining beautifully under the light lures me. “Open your pretty little mouth, little one…” He orders with a raspy voice. I do as he says and with that, he spanks my tongue with his glorious member. The force of it bears me down to his toe. My vagina sinks deeper, taking in the whole of his toe. I never had a foot fetish before, but right now, I can say it feels insanely sweet.