Friday Night Funkin Feet Novels & Stories

THEMES: Nightclub, Lesbian love, LGBTQ, Dom- Sub energy, bodily discovery, Funatari. KINKS: Belt play, Foot play, foot fuck, Tit play, Tit fuck, Dirty talk, Size tease, Eye contact control. LESSY'S POV "Use your feet." I gulp at that, "My... ffe... feet." "Yes love, use your feet just like you would use your hands on my cock." I swallow again, this... is a new thing to me; I've never met anyone with a feet fetish before.

The phone sat on the nightstand near the bed while Rain went about taking off her borrowed outfit. She sat on the edge of the mattress to slip off the heels, glad she didn’t have to wear those often. Her feet were sore, and she had only danced the one time. She rubbed her aching feet, thinking it was odd that she could run for so many miles without as much pain as a few hours in a pair of high heels that weren’t even that high.

I paid off every debt, cut off every way to reach me, and spent the last of my money on a train ticket heading to the south. I was living life rough and just barely scraping by. However, as my legs never got proper treatment, the damage to them became permanent. The pain would drive me insane almost every day. But, as enough time passed, I became numb to it…

I lick them clean greedily, tasting all four men mixed with my own juices. Alfie and Maximo sit on the couch, cocks already rock hard again. I crawl over on trembling limbs and press my cum-slick feet against their shafts. My soles are sticky with drying fluids. I slide them up and down in perfect rhythm, toes curling around the heads, stroking them firmly while I look up with ruined, mascara-streaked eyes. “You like the birthday girl’s dirty feet on your big dicks?” I purr. They groan deeply, hips thrusting into my arches. I spit on both cocks for better glide, then press my feet together, trapping their heads between my soles and stroking faster.

I'd wandered right into her den without even realizing it. "Ms. Parker, do you enjoy body massage services?" Vivian Thompson asked. I forced a polite smile and shook my head. "Not really. Something about those places just… feels dirty. Like it'll give me bad luck." She let out an amused laugh while her eyes glinted with mockery. "Well, you're not wrong. This isn't exactly a reputable establishment. Next time, I'll take you somewhere better. I'll make sure you're well taken care of."

but she soon forgot about them as Evander continued to play with her breast before inserting the pressure-wave device in his palm. The rhythmic pulses of air that stimulates hands free on her clit blew her mind. She didn’t know how a single toy would give her this extreme pleasure. It’s a sensation that sort of has to be felt to be understood. Gwendolyn felt like it was giving her great oral sex, while it was giving her a sucking or tapping sensation. “Ahh! Yes! That spot feels so good!,” she exclaimed in ecstasy.

𝑰𝒏 𝒂 𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒊𝒏 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆. "𝑭𝒖𝒄𝒌. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, � ��𝒖𝒎𝒑𝒌𝒊𝒏." 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓.

Maybe Kinsy was already bathing the twins. I went straight to their walk-in closet to choose what they would wear. I chose Contrast Stripes with a dress for Rhian and a shirt and khaki shorts for Reed. It's a twin suit. I also picked up the Black Summer Kids Leather Flat Sandals and Black Reebok Classic Leather Shoes. I went out of their walk-in closet and lay on the bed about what they were going to wear. Later on, they came out of the bathroom with Kinsy. Kinsy smiled at me and said goodbye.

I giggled, gasped, and moaned. Licking from heel to toes, Vasha moaned in agreement and continued eagerly. Stumbling upon my girlfriend’s foot fetish made me feel better about mine, and I reached over to stroke her silky ankle bone lightly. Her toes curled in response and I moaned loudly, completely lost in my lust. Just like the rest of my little bat, her feet were perfect and if she weren't so ticklish I would've tried sucking on her toes a long time ago. I barely noticed when she switched to the other foot, kissing and sucking on my toes until I tried to rub my own pussy. She gently moved my hand away and smiled cruelly to take back her dominance.

I lick greedily, tasting all four loads mixed with my own juices. Alfie and Maximo sit on the couch, cocks already hard again. I crawl over, still shaking, and my cum-slick feet on their shafts. My soles are sticky; I smear the mess up and down their lengths in perfect unison, toes curling around their heads, jerking them with my arches while I look up with ruined mascara eyes. “You like the birthday girl’s dirty feet on your big dicks?” I purr. They groan, hips thrusting into my grip. I spit on both cocks for extra glide, then press my feet together, trapping both heads between my soles, sliding faster.