Footjob Novels & Stories

"Don't bother, Dad. I want to be self-reliant. Let me do it myself." Dad paused for a while, but eventually, he sighed and said, "Oh, you. No matter what happens, remember that I'm always your biggest supporter." After ending the call, I took a deep breath and got ready to leave the house. Unexpectedly, I ended up running into Gigi and Donald. "Well? Are you satisfied now?" Donald snapped as he stormed up to me and stomped down hard on my foot. He did it with so much force that I had to bite my lip in pain. My head started spinning as well.

God, I'd never felt smaller. The rain was relentless, and by the time I got home, I was soaked to the bone. I hadn't even noticed how drenched I was, too focused on rushing the soup over to Nathan. By nightfall, I was running a fever. After popping some medicine, I collapsed onto the couch, only to be jolted awake by Nathan's annoyed voice. "Liana! I called you so many times. What's the point of having a phone if you don't use it? Seriously, why are you always like this?"

“Dude, we just left your office. How did you piss her off already?” Luca didn’t get a chance to respond by the time I came out. “No shoes?” Simon asked me. “No.” Walking to the treadmill, I got on and started running. Grim put his arms around the top of the treadmill and smirked at me. “Are you sure your delicate feet can handle it?” Grabbing the handlebars, I used it for support as my foot came out and connected with his dick. He didn’t even see it coming. “I spent years in the woods barefooted… fuck off.” I muttered as I resumed running. Grim fell over, holding his balls.

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I felt goosebumps all over my body and just like his heart, my heart started beating at an increased speed. "Let's get inside," He said and then gave me a slight shake, making me step forward. I started walking with steady steps and the moment I touched the door, I felt something wet on my foot. I removed his hand and looked down only to find Footprints DIY Stepping Stones on which I accidentally kept my leg, resulting in my footprint on it. What was surprising was that on its side Christian's foot was attached to mine. I look at him, widening my eyes, unable to understand why he took my footprint on a stepping stone. "Christian" I took my step away looking at him in bewilderment. He was loo

On the day of his fifth wedding anniversary with Hazel Fresco, Jack Brook was the only one dining in the restaurant. He was about to get up and leave when a waiter, Kai Wallace, walked in carrying his favorite dessert. He was puzzled. “Didn’t you say this was sold out?” Kai panicked. “I’m sorry, Mr. Brook. This is for the room next door. I saw the reservation was under Mrs. Brook’s name, so I figured you two had booked the same room. My mistake.” Jack was stunned. “Wait, so you’re telling me the people in the room next door are with my wife?” That was impossible. Hazel had just texted him, saying that she was still on a business trip abroad and would not be back until the next day.

And he tosses my flip flops off. He grabs my foot and tries the smallest boot. “Yow” I yell out. After he roughly tried to pry the boot in and off my foot. “Definetly to small” he looks up unsure and tosses the boot aside. His hands linger at my foot and he gently holds me in place while pressing into my arch and kneading at it like I’m at a Chinese foot spa. It’s actually quite nice.

That was so fucking embarrassing of course. And now I was walking barefoot thanks to the bloody cobblestones that ruined my shoes. And this pretty bastard was laughing at my misery. We reached some place and I couldn’t walk anymore. The soils were irritating with utter discomfort. I hissed when I pressed them with my thumbs.

He took the first step down. His cheap, rubber-soled shoes slapped against the bare concrete. Smack. Smack. The sound echoed loudly, mocking him. By the fortieth floor, his forearm muscles began to lock up entirely. He had to violently shift his grip, the rough cardboard grinding against his open wounds. Dark spots danced rapidly in his vision.

I had to wear it, I had to play along. I sent a sad look at Livia and she smiled with sympathy. Then the maids brought out the shoes and I almost lost all control. The were dyed pink to match the dress and had tall, thin heels. I eyed them with pure disgust and Livia snorted a laugh. I shook my head, there was no way I was going to put those torture devices on my feet. I looked to Livia yet again with a pleading face. Her face softened and she gestured for the maids to stay quiet as she went over to the stocked closet.