Footjob Novels & Stories

A few times, my wolf threatened to come forth, but I was in better control of it. I got a pair of Jogging boots from last night's shopping. Before now, I jogged on my ten toes, surely obscure, but when I saw humans run just as I did one on the side of the street, or on the bridge over a river, they did put that on. I found the design fascinating so I got mine, a pair of black boots.

I sidestepped quickly and, with one smooth motion, kicked her square in the backside, sending her flying to the ground. "Madam, your talent lies in chasing men. Don't overestimate yourself, and please, don't embarrass yourself further."

The whole building reminded her of a giant rubix cube that was mid turn to having the colors shifted. The inside however was very clinical, and clean not much color lots of dark tones and subdued greys. Large black vases with fake plants that must have costed a pretty penny as she barely was able to notice it was indeed fake. Embarrassingly enough she could only tell when she poked the soil and felt the foam give a little. Some foam came off in her hand she discreetly covered the small foamless spot with some of the fake roots. That was when her name had been called so she quickly brushed off her hands and headed into the interview.

They fall into rhythm like they’ve been doing this for years. My feet freeze to the concrete. And I can’t move. What the actual fuck, A?

"Yes, they did. They couldn't find a specific spot in the West and they had to travel to the east after following some kind of weird footsteps." With his hands still on mine that were on his shoulders, he leaned forward and clicked on a picture. "The footsteps." I leaned forward and looked at it. Those didn't look like human legs. They look like something that belongs to a big and wild animal. The footsteps were printed on a narrow snowy road. "Those don't look like human legs to me." I stood up and folded my arms. It could be something they had snapped and attributed to the legs of a Frostborn.

His dick just kept popping back up, ready for more. “Bloody hell, I’m going to cum all over your feet.” Ford warned me. “Do it…” I said, applying even more pressure. “I want to see your cum between my toes.” I am not very good at dirty talk, but it seemed to do the trick. He came, and soon my feet and his stomach were covered in cum. I would have thought my mate, who has some undiagnosed OCD if you ask me, would have a problem being this dirty, but instead he just stared at my feet in awe.

Rohan was running away from his friends teasing and It was funny. .............. We were heading towards home after the function. My ankles were paining like hell due to the heels. Who told you to wear I removed them and start massaging my feet. "What happened". Rohan asked looking at my feet. "It's paining a little". I said continuing my work. "Oh . It's ok . We will reach home soon". He said and within few minutes we reached. He lifted me in his arms as we reached the stairs. I looked at him with wide eyes.

Maybe this is all just some horrible misunderstanding. My feet ache from walking in heels for so long, so I lean against a railing and bend down to take them off. Just as I’m pulling off the second shoe, a truck speeds past, sending a spray of dirty water from the road all over me. It soaks through my already wet clothes, making me feel even more miserable.

I dreamily narrated. “Someone is so love whooping sick. Want me to treat your illness, babe ?” Rob teased and I stomped on his nearest foot making him yell and hiss in pain. Of course anyone would go dead numb in the foot if a 3 inch heel pierced over the bone of your unlucky foot. Though I am not even one ounce sorry for my jerk of a Beta. Asshole. “Bitch !!!!” Rob shrieked while letting his wolf heal the wound. “Haha who is “sick” now, babe ?” I teased and stuck my tongue out to annoy him which totally worked.

He crashed into the shoe cabinet behind him. "Some penniless nobody like you dares step foot in Mr. Carlson's mansion? Look at how poor you are. Do you think you're worthy of being his father-in-law?" Jennifer sneered, her voice full of contempt. My father-in-law groaned in pain, the color draining from his face. I rushed to his side and frantically called out to the household staff for help.