Foot Worship Erotica Novels & Stories

The here(s) felt good, the there(s) divine. When he got to my pelvis, he pushed me onto the chair in the living room. I shivered in anticipation, wondering where he’d go next. But he didn’t delve into my pussy like I thought he would, instead he proceeded farther down my leg. Reaching my feet, he tasted his way all the way down to my toes, nibbling them and whispering, “You evil woman, you’ve given me a foot fetish.” A laugh escaped my mouth, but not for long. I was well past the point of amusement. The desperation had grown second by second, until now, I was a live wire, ready to burst into flames.

This was so hot… so wrong. Circling and stroking it with the warmth from her soles, I subconsciously placed my hands on her feet and slowly I began to move her soles up and down my length, sending tingles of pleasure coursing through me. Fuck! Fucking hell! My cock began to leak precum which dribbled down my shaft and onto her wonderful, tender feet. People were literally right behind us. My chopsticks clattered to the plate and I leaned back, throwing my head over my shoulder as pleasure pulse through me.

I sat across from him at the table, bare foot sliding under the tablecloth until my toes found the bulge in his jeans. I pressed. Slow circles at first, then firmer, feeling him thicken under my sole. He didn’t flinch—just locked eyes with me across the table while Dad talked about some work bullshit and Mom asked about his weekend plans. I rubbed harder, watching his jaw clench, his knuckles whiten around his beer bottle. When Dad got up to flip the steaks, I dragged my foot up and down his length one last time, slow and deliberate, then pulled away with an innocent smile. He excused us five minutes later. “Hey, need to check something in the garage real quick. Lila, come help me grab that

Hands roamed without care for gentleness, Lila’s fingers digging into Harper’s waist, and Harper’s palms sliding down Lila’s back and under the waistband of her sleep shorts. They stripped the rest in a rush. Shorts and underwear hit the floor. Harper pushed Lila onto her back and straddled her thigh, already wet. She ground down once, twice, the friction sharp and immediate. Lila’s hands gripped Harper’s ass and pulled her harder against her leg. The wet heat of her spread across Lila’s skin.

For now though, he decided that he might as well have as much fun as possible. While Julia sipped her wine and relaxed, Damon continued to worship her feet, working his way all around with his lips and tongue, sucking and licking away the tension and sweat. The whole foot worship thing was relatively new to him, and while at first it had struck him as silly and strange, he had since grown quite accustomed to it, and now his cock grew rock hard every time he started working on them. He wondered how it would feel to do this with Cara’s feet, but then realized that he would probably never try it because she would think he was a pervert if he did.

He moans and licks the sole of my foot. Literally worshiping me. My cheeks blush hot red among other forbidden feelings consuming me. The sheets rustle as he moves downward, angling himself beneath me. My legs are open. Not wide, but open. And I'm naked beneath. No fucking panties. Not even a thong. ‘Oh, god.’ I gulp dryly. Knowing he can see my cunt or maybe he’s peeping right through my thighs has me squirming. “Easy, birdie.” He teases and pulls my foot to himself.

When I mashed my thumbs into that meaty part of her foot, it earned me another moan from her. And then her other foot began to stroke my cock. There was no other way to describe it. And there was no way she was doing it by accident. Her right foot was much more nimble and coordinated compared to her left. I even felt her toes flexing around my shaft as she gently rubbed her way up and down the length of it. Clinging to her other foot, I clamped my teeth together to try to keep myself from moaning. But god damn it was difficult. As Livvy's foot continued its assault on my tingling cock, I felt an orgasm begin to simmer. Oh fuck. What do I do?

Nia complied, fingers trembling as she shed her blouse, skirt, panties—until she stood naked, skin prickling in the cool breeze from the open balcony. Vardo's gaze raked her body, appreciative, hungry. He started at her feet, lips brushing her toes. One by one, he sucked them into his mouth, tongue swirling around each digit, warm and wet. Nia gasped, toes curling against the plush rug. The sensation was intimate, vulnerable—his power in worship. He licked the arch of her foot, trailing kisses up her ankle, calf, the sensitive hollow behind her knee.

That only adds to desiring your mate. Maybe it would be nice to punish him a bit, to make him feel as sexually frustrated as I was feeling. Yes, of course I could touch myself. But it wasn’t enough. So… I did what every girl would do who has a mate with a foot fetish… I decided to send him a couple of feet pics. It was kind of difficult because I wanted the pictures to look good. So I laid down on the bed with my feet in the air for one of the pictures, crossing my legs.

"Plus, unlike girls today, you wear nylons, which I have to confess make your legs and feet look super sexy." "I thought I noticed you admiring my feet." "If you were my woman, I'd worship them," I said, my naughty fantasies leading the way. "And what would worshipping my feet entail?" I looked up, surprised at how far I'd dared to go. "Sorry, sorry!" I apologized. "I've been way too forward." "No." She closed the photo album and placed it beside her. "Perhaps I haven't been forward enough." She turned her body and swung her legs onto my lap.