Footjob Novels & Stories

Then, with her high heels, she lifted her leg and trod on his foot. "Ouch..." Teddy’s face went somewhat pale as he gasped in response to the searing pain in his foot. He was filled with rage as he gazed at her in shock. "Fay!" But before he could voice his dissatisfaction, Fay’s contrite voice interrupted. "I really apologize, Mr. Ward. I unintentionally stepped on you because I'm still learning this dance and don't fully understand the steps. Are you okay?" With that sneaky smirk on her face, she was a cunning little fox.

Theo was on the far side of the space, measuring a doorway, his pencil behind his ear, his tape measure pulled out to eight feet. Léo stood at the entrance with his crutch under his right arm. The floor was flat and smooth, the plywood new and pale. He looked at the far wall, maybe forty meters away. He had never walked forty meters without the crutch, had never walked ten meters without it. Sixty seconds standing was not forty meters walking. He took a step, his right hand staying on the crutch, his left hand free. He took another step and the floor was solid under his foot, the plywood not flexing. A third step. The crutch clicked. A fourth. A fifth. He was ten meters in. His leg ached but

"At least three times in the days before Rebecca called the police, I've heard two sets of footsteps coming from her unit in the late hours of the night. The lighter one is hers, but there was also a deliberate heaviness to them, like she was hiding something. "The other set was incredibly light, almost inaudible. However, that person has an unusual gait, as their left foot lands a little heavier than their right. I think that it's a man, and he may have a leg injury."

He held his left leg with both hands and jumped up and down on the ground. Li Meiyu said, "What's wrong with you?" Zhi Fubao's face relaxed a little. He pointed to a girl in an exposed sling dress in front of him and said, "She stepped on my foot." They all looked at the girl's feet. She wore a pair of red high heels, which were as high as Li Meiyu's. They were more than ten centimeters high. Looking at the tall and thin high heels which were like nails, they all felt sorry for Zhi Fubao.

A single tear rolls down his face but still, he says nothing. I smash the mallet down hard onto the top of his foot, leaving only 3 toes untouched. As the mallet makes contact, a sickening crunch can be heard as the bones in his foot pop through his flesh. I hit the same spot again and again, turning his foot into a pile of mush, save the last 3 untouched toes. "We needed the girl!" He squeals out as sweat breaks out on his forehead and protrudes from his arm pits creating a river down his sides.

Strong arms suddenly grip my shoulders and make me steady but my books don’t have time to be saved. “Sorry. So, so sorry. I was in a hurry and I didn’t see you.” A husky yet musical voice says. Hey, I know that voice. Nigel. Nigel Vaughn, aka the guy Cammy has been crushing on since year six. She told me so. Nigel was not exactly a friend, but more of a person I see a lot during school…an everyday person.

Everything is silent like a horror movie. I was walking silently and lazily out of tiredness caused by continuous walking. About my feet, they are feeling so heavy as I don't have a good pair of shoes on my feet rather than its slippers, therefore, my feet are not in good shape. So, I sit on the ground to catch my tired breaths. *Vroom* *Vroom* *Vroom* *Vroom* *Vroom* *Vroom* *Vroom* *Vroom*

No matter, I'd be waiting no matter what time he decided to show up. By the time our house came into view, there was a hitch in my thigh, my foot was beyond sore and completely blistered. I huffed out as I tried to get in enough oxgyen to live. Oh God. That was officially the dumbest decision I ever made. Why did I walk barefoot over three miles to catch up with a man driving a sports car? The walk wasn't that long but after the trauma of the past few hours, my body was rebelling this new torture.

Surely, if anyone can see this, they will sure be horrified by how it looks like “Emrick...just what did you do today and why does your feet looks like this” I can't look back at my mother. “I am not sure" I say when Ilock my eyes on the sight of my feet Well, I feel surprised about that since my limbs are feelings completely fine but then I never even understand why this is happening to mem “I make a jumping jacks and walk but mom, it feels just just so normal. I don't feel any pain coming from alive and I never even think that it would be like that”

My steps faltered, my legs barely obeying me anymore. Each movement was a battle, a negotiation between mind and muscle, will and exhaustion. My feet, once sure and steady, now dragged against the gravel track, catching on the uneven surface. My ankles rolled, threatening to give way entirely. I stumbled, catching myself at the last moment, the jarring impact sending a fresh wave of pain through my already agonized body. The rhythm I had maintained for hours—the mechanical, mindless pattern of one foot after another—was breaking down.