Foot Worship Erotica Novels & Stories

I spread my legs wide and the cool air tickled my inner thigh and exposed sex. Noting the place in where my stilettos sat, Chance’s head turned to the left and I knew he was aware of what I was doing. He couldn’t see me, but he knew what was happening. I lifted my right foot and pressed my stilettos onto his back. I pushed it down into his flesh and he groaned when I twisted it. Lifting my left foot, I offered it to him. He kept his eyes downcast and I hummed. Leaning forward, I dug deeper into his back as he pressed his lips to my red painted toes. He lifted his head and continued pressing kisses to each one before he pressed his forehead to the top of my foot.

I was still draped over Nick’s chest, limp and glowing, every muscle humming from the way they’d just wrecked me. Their cum leaked slowly and warmly down my thighs, thick and sticky, a filthy reminder of how thoroughly they’d claimed me on this throne. The fairy lights twinkled lazily above us, casting red and green shadows over sweat-slick skin, the grotto still heavy with the scent of sex and pine. Marcus’s fingers traced lazy, filthy circles on my inner thigh, teasing higher each time, brushing the sticky mess between my legs. When he grazed my swollen clit, I jolted with an oversensitive gasp, hips twitching.

The elevator doors opened on the 47th floor with a soft chime that felt far too innocent for what awaited Lila Harper. She stepped out on shaky legs, her charcoal pantsuit clinging to her sweat-dampened skin. As ordered, she wore nothing underneath. The heavy, thick weight of her new 13-inch futa cock rested against her thigh, already half-hard and leaking steadily into the fabric. Every step made the sensitive shaft rub against the material, sending jolts of unwanted pleasure through her body. Her original pussy throbbed in rhythm, slick and swollen, her juices already starting to coat her inner thighs.

We would only stop when there was no more strength, when she couldn't breathe anymore. I slid my hand back to the center of his legs, opening it a little more, as my hips pushed inward with more force. While fucking to the bottom of her pussy, I began to give some small slaps popped directly on her mound of pleasure, very close to the clitoris, but without exposing my lips directly so as not to hurt. That made Joana moan even more, rubbing herself against my hand and my cock.

Just held it between two fingers like it was something sacred and sinful at once. “Item seven,” he read aloud, voice dipping into velvet gravel. “Be touched as I’ve never been touched before. Slowly. Deliberate. Filthy. Worshipful. No rush. No mercy.” His eyes lifted, locking on mine with an intensity that stole my breath. “Just hands. Mouth. Cock. Knowing exactly what they’re doing.”

I gasped, shocked he'd say something so crass but stopped when he began massaging the soles of my feet. I moaned. "Mmmhmmm. This feels so good. Is it your fetish?" "One of plenty." My eyes never left him. From his actions, I knew he was a pro, unlike me who'd never gone past oral. It made me doubt if I could ever satisfy this beautiful man. He excused himself and returned with a bowl of water, a hand towel, and a jar of lotion. Without a word, he positioned himself in front of me and stroked my feet with soapy water. Then he dabbed the lotion along my toes.

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!”

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.

The girls moan out like sluts for their masters, and I can hear them seductively begging for more. Some hold lustful gazes as they are being fucked, and I worship that sexual communication. I can see lots of women, and men getting fucked out of their guts in various angles in the club. Shit. What the hell am I doing here? “Does that make you horny?” V asks as she traces my dumbfounded gaze. I gulp, breathing heavily. I need that cocktail now. “Uhm,” I avert my eyes from the particular couple who instantly makes me wet when I see how he's lashing her ass with his leather whip.

“I think Maple is actually into some wild stuff beneath that timid exterior.” She felt his lips touch her shoulder, then her neck. Her chest heaved. The old couple didn’t seem to mind them, they spoke to each other oblivious to her and Matt. “And you?” Expelling a shuddering breath she tilted her head to look at him. “Me?” “What other fetishes do you have besides feet?” When she raised her brows in question he laughed. “Nobody takes off someone else’s shoes unless they have a foot fetish, Sophia.” He kissed her shoulder again. “We have that in common.”