Friday Night Funkin Feet Novels & Stories

Roxanne stared at her phone on the bed, smiling, "Hey, Siri. Play me Unstoppable by Sia." The phone beeped, "playing unstoppable by Sia." Roxanne began to sing along to the song as she picked out her outfit and got ready for the day. Roxanne arrived at Happy Feet, wearing a crop top, leggings, and a customized headband. She saw Freddy, Cynthia, Charles, and the other three workers waiting outside. Cynthia asked, "Are you ready to do this?" Roxanne replied, "I was born ready." Freddy declared, "We now declare Happy Feet officially open!"

So the emperor's command that I should open it all right now is so hilarious, like can't he see the amount of those gifts? There's a lot of them, and it's even bothering me. That means there are so many and I couldn't open it all by today, especially this hour even before my party ends. I lean on the wall beside me. I feel like all of my toes are aching. They must be red by now. This is what I hate when I wear this kind of shoes at parties. For sure, this won't heal for a couple of days. I look around me. "Why am I here again?"

Her ass blazed, heat pulsing inward to clench his cock. One hand snaked under, fisting roughly into her pussythree fingers, then four, thumb hooking clit while ass-pounding continued. The double fist-cock stretch bloated her visibly, gape audible in wet schlicks. Stacey's mind blanked *Painfire, more, shatter me* clit throbbing under abuse. Climax crashed "Table-cumming—fiiiill!" squirting puddling beneath, ass vise on cock; he whipped final lashes before erupting, pulling out to hose her back white.

It gouges my whole being. "Ax, now please..." Gosh, I can't take it anymore. "Yes, baby? What is it?" He asked, bewildered, even though I knew he knew what I meant. "Axis!" he continued teasing me even though I could no longer control myself. "Axis Ford!" I heard his weak laugh. He then let go of me for awhile to remove his shorts. His buddy down there was now standing proudly, greeting me. I gulped. Using his right knee, he parted my legs and positioned himself.

It was something else—something sadder and more complex. "Long day?" she asked without looking up, somehow sensing my presence. "Aren't they all?" I kicked off my heels and padded over to the couch, settling into the opposite corner. "How are you feeling?" "Like I'm smuggling a watermelon," she said with a weak smile. "The little one's been practicing kickboxing all afternoon." As if on cue, her belly shifted slightly, and she winced. "Active baby," I observed. "Very active." She rubbed the spot where the kick had landed. "I'm starting to think he or she is going to be a soccer player."

AMY’s POV: Ever since I learnt my brother Danny had a fetish for my feet,nothing turns me on faster than how hard I imagined him fucking me,jerking him off everytime we had the chance,sneaking out at night to his room,in the shower,during dinner with family..I was like a horny whore everyday..every hour,craving for his fat thick cock,wanting him to pour his warm cum on my face and lips,my pussy throbbed as I stared at his muscular thighs through his swim shorts,I licked my pale lips,my eyes boldly latched to curve in his shorts. I gently used the tip of feet,slowly and traced it up his legs,he leaned back in his chair,his eyes meeting mine,his brows bundled in frustration,he eyes snapped to

Finn's leg twitches. He's his usual bright and happy self again. It makes me think he's not as upset about the driving as he pretended and I laugh. It comes off random and makes both Finn and Jake eye me with raised eyebrows. Why can't I raise an eyebrow? Is it a man skill? I have no idea what today's plans are, but I was instructed this morning to have tennis shoes on when I left work. I had to run back upstairs to grab a pair. I lift my foot and sling my right leg over his to show him my cute black and pink Reeboks.

The other one either needs to pay more or pique my interest. “Second attachment: Fetish feet kink. The client would like to play with your feet and wants you to massage him with them.” Now I burst into laughter. How is it I have two feet requests in one day? Are these both Kenny? I chuckle as I put my phone away as I see my best friend, Daniel approach.

THE GRIND {Playlist Suggestion: "Work Song" by Hozier / "Gasoline" by Halsey} ~CHELSEA POV~ My feet were bleeding. Okay, maybe not actually bleeding, but it definitely felt like my toes had been put through a meat grinder. I had been in these stupid, mandatory black heels for eight hours straight, walking the concrete floors of The Mirage, dodging grabby hands, checking empty glasses, and fake-smiling until the muscles in my face twitched.

My cock was as hard as a rock, and Megan cooed; "Well I guess I must have done a good job to get that big of a tip." Megan put her foot on my chest pushing me back down into the chair. "So you like my pretty little feet do you? You like how they look?" "Yes." "Well how does this look?" Raising her legs she put her feet in my lap. With one on each side of my cock Megan slowly started to jerk me off with her feet, when she got to the tip she squeezed them together forcing the pre cum to drip out. I sat amazed by the sight of her stocking feet working my cock. Megan took her right foot and placed it along the length of my cock rubbing it along the front. Her left foot slid underneath my balls w