Foot Worship Erotica Novels & Stories

He nearly came in his pants. His first orgasm was watching a woman suck the toes of another woman. The feet were perfect. Red toenail polish, white, but slightly tan feet. Both women were naked, but all they did was play with each other's feet. He had never seen videos like these. He wondered why he had never seen any videos of foot sex, then he realized that there was a separate category in the Tags section for "Foot Fetish." They probably didn't get sorted with the mainstream videos. "Is that what this is about?" He whispered to himself. "Do I have a foot fetish?"

The tiny package of sexual energy was now naked and she pushed me into a chair in the corner and took off my boots and woolen socks. She then slowly did a graceful handstand and ended up in the splits, I think to let me know she was not out of shape, fat mom, but a hot, vital passionate, and curvy 30-something woman who knew how to please a sex partner!

He stepped fully into the room, the door clicking shut behind him, and stood over us, his chest heaving as he drank in the sight of Mom’s flushed face and my straddling position. “Spread her legs wider, baby,” he commanded, his voice rough with need. I obeyed without hesitation, sliding my hands up Mom’s thighs, feeling the soft hair and the trembling of her muscles as I pushed her knees apart. Her nightgown bunched at her waist, revealing the dark, wet triangle of her sex, her inner lips swollen and shining. I slipped my fingers deeper, coating them in her arousal, and then lifted my hand, offering the slick evidence to him.

Now I was finally experiencing the pleasure of her feet. I pulled down my pants, and my enormous length sprang free. My aunt stared at it, still amazed. "I didn't get a good look yesterday. It really is thick. And those veins…" Her feet were incredibly soft, pressing against me with a tingling, numbing sensation. And she had real skill. First, she planted one foot on me while the other gently rubbed back and forth. Soon, I was rock hard and swollen. She clamped both arches around me and started moving up and down. The friction brought a completely different kind of pleasure from actual intercourse.

What terrified was that I did not care, I just wanted to be near her. I got closer and she raised her right beautifully arched feet and planted it firmly on my chest. “I used to worship the ground you walked on for five years, Asher,” she huskily whispered. “Now worship these feet of mine and do a good job.” I gently placed kissing on her toes and sucked them one after the other, I licked her soles and sucked on her ankles. The moans that escaped her lips drove me wild and I licked between her toes. “Yes, Asher, do a good job,” she huskily crowed. I put all five digits of her right foot in my mouth and sucked. I did the same thing to the left. “Good boy,” she moaned.

I could see the desire in his eyes as he stared at my feet. I remembered that he had a huge foot fetish and loved soft sexy feet. My toes were in perfect and well pedicured. I laid back, watching his next move. My other legs moved on his chest and teasing all the way to his V-line. His kneeling position stopped my legs from getting in between his legs. I sprawled out on the sofa, my legs spread wide and inviting. My pussy is full bare. I rubbed my hands over my pussy lips with my panties still on.

Pretending, trying not to imagine crawling under the desk and begging him to fuck my mouth while we try to stay quiet. By noon I was feral, wild, wet. I walked, staggered, but composed, to the executive restroom. My body was trembling with need. I stormed inside the restroom, pulled my skirt all the way to my stomach, shoved my panties down and immediately thrusted my fingers inside my pussy. I clutched hard on the doors handle fingering myself like a lunatic. I started with two fingers, then three, palm rubbing furiously against my clit with bruising force consecutively. I couldn’t stop I just wanted to dull the ache. “Fuck, Eric...” I whispered, trying not to be too loud. I pictured him be

Then I slid my foot down his shaft again, using the wetness as lubrication. “Fuck,” Daniel breathed, his eyes blazed with need that fueled me on and sent arousal pooling in my lower belly. I brought my other foot up and trapped his cock between both soles, squeezing gently, creating pressure on both sides. Then I started moving my feet in opposite directions, stroking him, one foot moving up while the other moved down. The friction was different from using hands—less precise but somehow more teasing. I could feel every twitch of his cock, every time it throbbed between my feet, every new bead of precum that leaked out.

Note: The title is a request from the reader. You can add yours when sending a request. This also has a touch of FF action. ..... The tray was warm against her palm as she walked in. There were three glasses of whiskey on the tray, and they should have made the tray cold, but they didn't. Ray crossed the main floor of The Scarlet Sea with her bare feet since they weren't allowed shoes in there, for those who have a foot fetish. The apron she was putting on was the only covering she had.

I'd fix her a glass of wine or a cocktail if she wanted it, and she would plop her head or feet in my lap while she told me about her day and we watched TV. Now, I've always had a little bit of a foot fetish. Nothing too intense or obsessive, but it was there nevertheless. Rubbing her feet with a little oil or moisturizer became part of our routine. My getting a semi-hard erection while doing so also became a routine part of that act of service. Until one fateful night, she was too distracted by the TV, telling me about her day or simply blissed out to notice that. However, that night, I was in my boxers, and we hadn't had sex in several days.