Foot Worship Erotica Novels & Stories

She walked right up to the bed, teasing my jaw with the tip of a leather crop before leaning down to stroke Jake's back. "Such an obedient little toy," she purred, her fingers trailing down my chest. Without another word, she unbuttoned her lace robe, stepping over my hips and guiding my hard cock straight into her wet core in one smooth drop. "Ahhh, fuck," she groaned, her fingers digging into my shoulders as she sank all the way down. The heat was overwhelming. She rode me with relentless power, her hips slamming against mine while she held a small vibrating bullet right against my tip. Behind me, Jake grabbed the dildo and drove it back into my hole with ruthless force.

THEMES: Nightclub, Lesbian love, LGBTQ, Dom- Sub energy, bodily discovery, Funatari. KINKS: Belt play, Foot play, foot fuck, Tit play, Tit fuck, Dirty talk, Size tease, Eye contact control. LESSY'S POV "Use your feet." I gulp at that, "My... ffe... feet." "Yes love, use your feet just like you would use your hands on my cock." I swallow again, this... is a new thing to me; I've never met anyone with a feet fetish before.

Standing to his full height, he looks at me like a predator eyes its prey. His eyes slowly travel down my body, intensifying the burning flame inside me. Sitting on his knees, near my feet, he looks at me. At this moment, I feel so powerful, like I am a Goddess and he is my worshipper, waiting for me to bless him with his desires. Holding my foot, he unstraps my heels and takes them off. I try to pull my foot back when he kisses my foot. He growls in a warning and then again kisses my foot, then he does the same with my other foot.

I looked at her half-naked body lying there before me as I took the top of her panties in my fingers and began to tug at them. Brooke lifted her hips to help me slide her panties past her ass as I saw her hot pussy come into view. I pulled her pink satin panties down her legs and tossed them onto the floor. I never thought I had a foot fetish but I couldn't resist sucking on her toes as they were so close to my face. I ran my hand up and down the soft skin of her legs as I had her toes in my mouth. When I had played with her feet for a while, I opened her legs wide and kissed my way to her inviting pussy.

Every thrust was accompanied by foot worship , kissing arches, sucking toes, licking between them. Sophia’s moans grew louder. “Don’t stop… I love how crazy my feet make you.” Marcus felt his climax building again. He pulled out and knelt between her legs once more. Sophia knew exactly what he needed. She sat up slightly, brought both feet together around his slick cock, and stroked him with purpose , faster now, soles gliding perfectly thanks to the oil and her own arousal. “Cum for me,” she whispered. “Cum all over my pretty feet. I want to feel it.”

I had done it a few times with my first boyfriend, but he complained I wasn’t doing it hard enough to help. “Just relax baby, let your mind clear, and just focus on how this feels, how good the warmth feels,” he said softly. He did move to my feet and it tickled but I did everything possible to keep still. He lifted my foot onto his bare leg and began rubbing his thumbs up the middle of my foot. I was so grateful I’d gotten a pedicure along with my waxing. After he finished with one foot he moved onto the next and it was so damn sexy. Without even realizing it, I let out a low moan and I suddenly had the urge to touch myself, anywhere. My hand found one of my nipples and I began playing with

“Does Felix finger this married pussy the way you need? Or does he just give you quick, polite little fucks?” “N-no… he doesn’t,” I moaned, pushing back toward his hand despite myself. The confession made me feel filthy and alive. David chuckled darkly. “That’s what I thought.” His thick fingers teased my slick folds, spreading the foamy soap over my swollen clit. He circled it slowly at first, then plunged two rough fingers deep inside my pussy without warning. I cried out. God, the stretch was immediate and intense. He pumped his fingers in and out, curling them to hit that sensitive spot that made my toes curl.

“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.

Okay, I think I get it now. These parts of the body are completely unique and each little part has its own feel and texture, while being highly erotic because of the strong nerve senses that are there. Elena recalled how it felt to have her feet lavished with attention and how it made the rest of her feel and she understood it. Everything about foot worship, she finally understood.

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.