Foot Worship Erotica Novels & Stories

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

“This is wrong. I’m married, Sophie. You’re my fucking stepsister.” I slowly pulled my fingers out with a wet, obscene sound, holding them up so he could see how shiny they were with my juices. Then, deliberately, I brought them to my mouth and licked them clean, moaning softly at my own taste while staring straight at him. “I know,” I breathed, spreading my legs wider so he could see everything — my swollen clit, my tight hole still twitching, begging to be filled. “That’s what makes it so filthy. You’re not supposed to want this. You’re not supposed to want to use your little stepsister like a toy.”

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.

" She then guided my hand through the slit in her sarong and pushed it against her pussy. It was drenched, and as I gently slid my fingers around in the warm juice, she said, "You should write that down and send it into the P**n-erotica website where they have all those dirty stories." "Literotica," I corrected her. "Maybe I will." I retracted my hand from between her legs, and put my fingers in my mouth. After a long, thoughtful suck, I said, "Hmm. Needs more basil, I think." She laughed, and fished her hand inside my towel, wrapping her hand around my swollen cock. "I think it could use some sausage," she replied.

AMY’s POV: Ever since I learnt my brother Danny had a fetish for my feet,nothing turns me on faster than how hard I imagined him fucking me,jerking him off everytime we had the chance,sneaking out at night to his room,in the shower,during dinner with family..I was like a horny whore everyday..every hour,craving for his fat thick cock,wanting him to pour his warm cum on my face and lips,my pussy throbbed as I stared at his muscular thighs through his swim shorts,I licked my pale lips,my eyes boldly latched to curve in his shorts. I gently used the tip of feet,slowly and traced it up his legs,he leaned back in his chair,his eyes meeting mine,his brows bundled in frustration,he eyes snapped to

He dragged the arch of his foot slowly up the inside of my calf, his rough sole scraping my sensitive skin, then higher, his toes curling against the soft skin behind my knee. My fork clattered against the plate. Mom glanced over. “You okay, honey? You’re flushed.” I forced a smile, it was shaky, and too bright. “Just… warm. The AC’s off.” Eric’s foot slid higher, his calf to my thigh, then he pressed between my legs. The ball of his foot nudged my clit through my thin leggings. Slow, deliberate pressure. I gripped the edge of the table so hard my knuckles whitened. He kept talking to Mom, so calm, so normal, while his toes flexed, rubbing me in tiny, maddening circles.

When I mashed my thumbs into that meaty part of her foot, it earned me another moan from her. And then her other foot began to stroke my cock. There was no other way to describe it. And there was no way she was doing it by accident. Her right foot was much more nimble and coordinated compared to her left. I even felt her toes flexing around my shaft as she gently rubbed her way up and down the length of it. Clinging to her other foot, I clamped my teeth together to try to keep myself from moaning. But god damn it was difficult. As Livvy's foot continued its assault on my tingling cock, I felt an orgasm begin to simmer. Oh fuck. What do I do?

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.

she asked as she brought up her foot to his face and twisted her toes before his mouth while massaging gently his thigh with her second foot. “Yes,” he replied as he was totally hypnotized and ready to beg for worshipping Martha’s feet. At that moment, licking her feet was the most important thing in the world to him. “I did not hear you,” she said. “Yes, please,” he begged. “That’s good, now open wide,” she instructed. He opened his mouth and she slipped her huge toe into his mouth. Fred sucked on it as if it was a lollipop. He swirled his tongue all around the toe and the taste was amazing.

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,