Foot Fetish Novels & Stories

He would lean in so close with his voice dripping with arrogance, and I’d just… melted. I could still feel how he touched me with just his foot. The fuck. When did I start having a foot fetish? I feel my cheeks flush again and groan louder this time. “I’m such an idiot!” I whined to myself. I should stop thinking about that pervert. I’ll smash my head on the wall if I had to. There’s just no freaking way that I’m staying up all night just to think about him. That bastard doesn’t deserve a space in my brain.

"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.

The adoration that lights up his eyes when he gazes at my bare feet stokes my lust like nothing else. You see, feet are Jesse’s fetish, but mine is being in control of Jesse. These two desires complement each other perfectly. I choose when and where he’s allowed the honor of worshipping my feet, and in the end we both wind up satisfied. Jesse had been such a good boy all week—taking

He reached for her ankle and gulped as he lifted her foot out of the water. He washed and massaged and rubbed. It was not long before he was begging her to let him suck on her toes. "Please Mistress, may I kiss and devour you beautiful toes?" He pleaded. She raised a foot to his lips and answered, "Yes you may, My Pet." He gasped with excitement and without hesitation, he was sucking on her small toe and making his way to the others. She let him enjoy his fetish for a short while, and then told him she was ready to get out. She assured him he had done a good job bathing her and he would be rewarded.

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.'

This was my baby sister and I wanted to give her my best. I made my way back up before I started giving her other leg my love. I started on her thigh before making my way to her inner thigh, very close to her pussy that I was able to smell her sugary aroma. It made it very hard not to redirect my tongue from her leg to her sex. Same as before, I took my way going up and down her leg, also spending time with her toes in my mouth. I actually understood why some people would have a foot fetish. Toes can be very sexy.

Smelly socks worn by some very petite feet. Racheal had given over to my foot fetish a few times. Let me lick or kiss them while I jerked off or fucked her, but she never quite seemed to enjoy the worship as much as me. I appreciated her allowing me to indulge, but there wasn't much beyond that. She was rather vanilla, I was a closeted deviant. How I wished she would leave her socks out for me to jerk off while she was gone... But alas, she didn't.

“Okay, heads up! I have a handy camera, and I intend to take pictures of you at all times, every time...” “Heads up?” she asked. “Really? After you’ve taken the pictures?” I took off her heels. Suddenly, that simple act felt so erotic. The energy was charged, and it didn’t help that she wiggled her toes as soon as her feet were free. “Do you have a foot fetish, Ivy?” I blurted out. She looked up at me, that same shocked look on her face. It was amusing. “No, why would you even ask that?”

Our eyes were locked, my jaw held firmly by my own legs, guarded by his big biceps. “Good girl,” he whispered, his breath heavy and paced, eyes piercing deeply into my soul. He pulled back, releasing my legs from his grip. Then came the pounding—deep and rough. Thwack! Thwack! echoed the sound of his cock pounding into my wet pussy. Our body fluids mixed into a scent that was to become my new olfactory fetish.

My pussy area is exposed to public view, and the men and women in the audience devour every inch of me with their gazes. My nipples. My skin. My groin. His fingers hook under my feet, rubbing slowly. “You have such small feet, pet. So dainty and cold. I could have warmed them up for you if you weren't being such a brat. Perhaps some time in the future, when you're apologetic and well-behaved, I will properly suck these little toes.” My stomach clenches in on itself, eyes wide in horror. What the fuck? He can not be talking about my feet, right?!