Foot Worship Erotica Novels & Stories

He’s a weird mix of flesh and muscle now he’s naked, and his chest hair is as grey as his beard. “I want you in just your stockings for the anal,” he says. “Yes, Sir.” I shimmy out of my skirt, still kneeling, my eyes fixed on his. “I want you on the bed, doggy style, your face flat to the mattress. Legs spread wide, ass on offer.” “Yes, Sir. Of course.” .

He feels the friction, the wet heat, the slick slide of skin on skin, each movement a testament to his dominance, to her involuntary submission. Their skin slaps wet, obscene. The sound echoes in the hallway, a rhythmic, pounding beat that is both grotesque and undeniably arousing. The wetness, the raw friction, the rhythmic thwack of their bodies colliding, creates a symphony of taboo pleasure. He feels the sweat break out on his own back, the sheen of moisture on her skin, mingling, merging.

Cupping my breasts, thumbs brushing my nipples, sliding down my sides. I arch into him, gasping. “Damon. Please.” “Please what?” “Touch me. Anywhere. Everywhere. I don’t care. Just…” His hand slides between my legs and we both groan. “Fuck, you’re soaked,” he growls against my throat. “For you. Only for you.” His fingers slide through my wetness, circling my clit. Pleasure shoots through me and I have to bite my lip to keep from crying out. “That’s it,” he murmurs. “Let me make you feel good, little wolf.”

Her legs trembled, and she gripped the edge of the desk tighter. Professor Kane added a third finger, stretching her more. He fucked her with his hand, the palm slapping against her clit with every thrust. Sara moaned louder, not caring if anyone outside might hear. The pressure built fast. Her pussy clenched around his fingers, and she came hard within minutes. Her body shook, and her juices squirted a little, dripping down her thighs and onto the floor. He did not stop. He pulled his fingers out, and she heard the sound of his zipper. Then the thick head of his cock pressed against her entrance. He rubbed it up and down her slit, coating himself in her wetness, before pushing in deep in on

He knelt slightly, his hand steady as he pressed the toy against her, coating it in her wetness. His touch was deliberate, the toy sliding along her folds, and her body shuddered, a soft gasp escaping her lips. Her hips twitched, chasing the pressure, and he groaned low in his throat, the sound raw and primal. “So wet for me,” he said, his voice thick with need. “You’re dripping, Eva. My filthy little student, so desperate for this.” He pushed the toy inside her, slow and deep, and her knees buckled, a moan catching in her throat. His hand guided it, steady and firm, her body clenching around it as she trembled from his touch.

she said as my ass finally set her free. “If Derek and Betty would like to go first”. They got out from behind their desk and approached me. They were the older couple that I had placed in last place the week before. They placed their hands on my naked body and began to explore. Fuck it felt good, I closed my eyes giving myself in to the moment. I felt fours hands massage and caress me. They moved quickly over my skin up and down my legs, over my back and bottom. Two hands gently brushed my breasts and tenderly pinched my nipples. A hand slipped down my body to my cunt. It brushed over my neat pubic hair before a finger slowly slipped inside. I let out a small gasp of appreciation. I opened

She moaned as I moved onto her other toe and whispered, "Lick my foot." I released her toe and ran my tongue along the top of her foot. I was holding her calf and felt her leg trembling as I trailed my tongue along her instep and back towards her toes. "The bottom" she told me, "Heel to toe." I lifted her foot and did as she asked, placing my tongue at the base of her toes, I licked up to her heel and back again. She moaned loudly and it occurred to me she had a foot fetish. That was fine with me, just sucking on her feet had caused my cock to already start to grow again and the noises she was making caused me to take her toes back into my mouth.

I flip the page and it's him again, this time with drops of water all over his body and his hands are over his head, showcasing the abs I saw through his wet clothes yesterday. Fondling my boobs, I swallow the saliva that pools in my mouth. The picture on the left side makes my breath catch in my throat. A woman is sitting on Felix like he's a chair and her mouth is hanging open with pleasure with his hand on her left tit. Behind her, his facial expression is twisted but it only makes him look sexier. 'Making the most of the forbidden part 2: breeding kink' “holy…” I gasp when I realize that he is having penetrative sex with her on camera. My stepbrother is…

“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.

I helped him find the perfect playlist and I got to the side of the bed, doing a little tumble and putting my leg above my head in a symmetrical position. “Damn, sweetheart! That is a perfect pose.” He stood up from where he was seated and moved towards me, grabbing the soles of my feet and putting his mouth around it “I want you to remain in this position for as long as you can hold it.” I put the palms of my hand down so my weight would be reflected to the shaft of my arms and I was able to balance myself better. “Yes, Doxante!” I said in a very teasing and erotic tone and he smiled at me and sucked on my feet even harder.