Foot Fetish Novels & Stories

His fingers explored every corner of my mouth, my tongue, making me gag slightly. “Do you have a finger fetish?” Amor asked, cocking his eyebrow wearing a dark heaviness in his eyes. I pulled out his finge as he ran his thumb over my lower lips. His gaze fixated on my lips as if he needed them between his. But he was holding back. “I have Amor fetish.” I said. He chuckled, smearing my saliva all over my lips. I frowned, gulping. “Lie down, Zeve. You are going to have a great time with your fetish.” He glided his fingers over my folds before sliding them inside me.

As I finally released the buckle and began to wiggle my foot back and forth to get it out, the car filled with a noise I didn’t immediately recognize as Cephus’s voice. “Do not take your shoes off. I know you were raised better than the majority of young women in this town who act like they’re still sixteen and could be forgiven for behaving like their entire life is one constant barn dance in which they may take their shoes off at will.” I’d gotten something closer to what I recognized as actual emotion from him by trying to remove my shoes than by any of my previous plays. It scared me. “Are you afraid the foot fetish you’ve spent so much of your fortune in

“Don’t tell me you have a foot fetish.” “No…no foot fetish. I don’t have any fetishes. Though I’m starting to develop one.” I shook my head. “Oh, and what’s your newfound fetish?” Reese arched her brow. “A Reese fetish. Or maybe it’s an addiction. Hard to say. Just know I can’t get enough of you and your company.” I shrugged. “Wow. That was epically lame, cringy, yet managing to be adorable. I’m impressed. Now focus. So you didn’t want to be a doctor for a good reason. I take it they didn’t like that.” Reese sighed.

“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.

His undiluted attention. Thank you, Moon goddess. Not only was he attending to me, but his hands also were on me, and in no time, I was sure his lips would be on me, nibbling and sucking every inch of my body while I cling to him as if my life depended on it. It was no secret, I saw the way he kept staring at my feet, almost drooling over them. It didn't take me a second to know he has a toe fetish. And I wouldn't mind if he decides to suck on them this instant.

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.

What did surprise me, however, was her fetish for worshiping feet. “Okay, mommy.” I said, smiling back at her as she kissed and licked my feet. It made me giggle, because it kind of tickled and no one had ever done that to me before. “Such a good girl. Mommy is gonna kiss all over you.” she said. Her sinful stare burned into my soul as she became more depraved, slobbering all over my toes as she forced all of my toes into her mouth. “I want you so bad, Leah.”

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.

] Then, just a second later, he asked: [Why are you suddenly asking me that? Felicity replied: [Oh, it's nothing. It just crossed my mind.] Unable to contain her curiosity, Felicity asked again: [Under what circumstances would you kiss your partner's foot then?] Vermont's eyelid twitched at the mention of kissing feet, and the first thought that came to his mind was his own smelly socks. Vermont responded: [If I had a foot fetish, maybe.] Felicity quickly replied: [Apart from that!] 'What other reason would someone have for kissing someone else's foot if they don't have a foot fetish? Unless they're mentally unstable,' Vermont p

I said with a smile. "No, not at all, Jody, please let me help you get my panties off," she said as she raised her hips for me while I tugged her panties down her legs, which she had raised up over my head. I tossed her panties aside and started kissing her feet that were raised in front of my face. I loved the feel of her feet against my face. "Am I developing a foot fetish?" I thought to myself.