Foot Worship Erotica Novels & Stories

He told her that was how she g‍ot fucked when she be⁠gged for⁠ it. My fingers dipped lower‍, sliding​ past my f⁠olds and pushi‍ng insi‌de. Two finger⁠s at first, then three. It w‍as easy because I was s‍o wet. I​ curled them upward and hit that‌ sensitive spot​ th‌at mad‌e my hips jerk off the floor.

This wasn’t like the slow, worshipful exploration of the cabin, or the tender reclamation after the confession. This was feral. This was victory sex.

I tugged my dress up, panties already soaked through, and lowered myself onto his foot, right onto his toe, grinding shamelessly until I felt it press just right against my clit. A shudder rolled through me and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. Oh… fuck! Heath noticed instantly, hips stilling, eyes snapping down as he stared at me like he couldn’t quite believe what I was doing. “You’re getting off… on my foot?” he breathed out, half in awe, half in cruel amusement. I moaned around his cock, mouth still full, eyes fluttering up to meet his as I rubbed harder, making sure the pressure of his toe dug exactly where I needed it.

And for much of the worship, she had her head thrown back on a pillow. Finally, she looked at her watch and saw that it was 1:25. While I was worshipping her left foot, she grabbed my still massive hard on, which was now soaking wet from pre-come, between her biggest two toes on her right foot and began twisting the head. Staring at and worshipping her two phenomenal soles while fucked up kept me extremely turned on, and one of those soles now actually touching my cock - that drove me over the edge.

"Maybe I can push you a little further, baby. Maybe a bit more teasing, to really get you humming." She slipped out of her shoe, and now you could feel her bare foot playing up the inside calf of your slacks. Her bare foot was on the camera screen, her pussy now an out-of-focus background, and as she rubbed back and forth her foot inched further and further up your leg, passed your knee and up your thigh. "Mmm, can I make you feel good, baby? Can your girl just get a little feel?" You pulled the phone back out from beneath the table but kept it pointed down as her foot firmly slid into your crotch, her bare toes passing up one of your thighs, across your groin and finally curving around the

“They’re Louboutins to you. But I call them ‘fuck me’ shoes. That’s why women wear them.” I shiver as he slipped them off, one by one, and heard them tumble to the floor. He clasped my feet in his large, warm hands. His thumbs dug into my silk-sheathed arches, sending a jolt straight to my sex. “You have beautiful feet. Surprisingly small and dainty despite your stature,” he purred as he rubbed his thumbs up and down my inner soles. “Thank you,” I murmured, too caught up with the erotic foot massage to say more.

Pre-cum leaked over our toes, making everything slippery. Paris straddled his lap facing us, grinding her pussy on his abs while reaching down to add her hand, jerking him between our feet in a messy, perfect hand-foot combo. “You like that, baby?” she purred. “Three sluts jerking your big dick with everything we’ve got?” Van’s head fell back. “Fuck yes… don’t stop.”

He looked up at me as if asking for permission—not with words, but with eyes that burned with something primal. I looked away and lifted my legs so he could slide them off. He took his time. The fabric skimmed down my thighs, over my knees, and past my ankles. And then, like worship, he kissed the top of my foot. Then he kissed my ankle. Then the inside of my calf. Higher. The curve of my knee. Higher. My inner thigh. Every kiss was torture to my skin. I hated the way it felt. Does he have a foot fetish or what?

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.

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