Toe Sucking Novels & Stories

A loud groan erupted from his throat that sent a vibration through my core. " Open your legs. " I part my legs for him and he runs a hand between my folds " So Juicy, " he moans licking my wetness from off his fingers I was wet and open, ready to take him deep inside my love hole, but something told me that we were going slow tonight, so I just laid back and working with his past. " Oh, baby " he now has my toes in his mouth. I never knew getting your toes sucker could feel so good. Once he was satisfied with my right toes, he went to the next one.

Gibberish. My thighs shook under the weight of Elion's strong hands. Stars exploded in my brain the moment the tip of his tongue met with my toes. I shuddered, back arched in response as my chest shot out. I yelled. Long. Loud. Not from pain. But from the strong wave of tickling sensation shot through every nerve in me. I wiggled under his firm grip. Not to be set free. But to not pass out from the intense pleasure as he stuck my toe in his warm mouth…one after another, sucking them with an insane speed the way I sucked his balls.

I moaned as my toes curled because of the pleasure coarsing through my body, my body shook and I couldn't figure out whether I wanted to push him away or pull him closer. "Give me another one," he said as he pressed a kiss on my clit and watched me. I bit down on my lip as his fingers worked themselves in me, he blew on my clit before flicking it again with his tongue and that was my undoing. I screamed out my orgasm and Theo eagerly sucked all of it without fail. "Beautiful," he whispered as he looked in between my legs. He knelt on the bed and sucked his fingers. "And fucking delicious," he said and I covered my face embarrassed.

He held my feet in his hands and stared for a moment before slipping off my shoes. His eyes were fixated on me as he brought my feet to his lips. I tried to pull away, but his grip was strong. His lips pressed against the middle of my feet and then my ankle. He slowly made his way to my toes, and without a second thought, he popped a toe into his mouth. I gasped. It was a shock at first. Max was my first and only experience, and he had never tried to touch my feet, let alone give me pleasure from them. He sucked on my big toe and then slowly moved to the next, his eyes never leaving me.

His undiluted attention. Thank you, Moon goddess. Not only was he attending to me, but his hands also were on me, and in no time, I was sure his lips would be on me, nibbling and sucking every inch of my body while I cling to him as if my life depended on it. It was no secret, I saw the way he kept staring at my feet, almost drooling over them. It didn't take me a second to know he has a toe fetish. And I wouldn't mind if he decides to suck on them this instant.

The rest of the walk home is a blur of self-hatred and exhaustion. I replay the night in fragments—the bar, the drink, his eyes finding me across the dim room, the weight of his body on mine, the sharp pain of the bite, the strange, terrifying pleasure that came after it. Each memory is a fresh wound. I prod at them like a tongue prodding a sore tooth, unable to stop.

She sucked and her tongue twirled around it. "That tickles," I told her. "I'm going to make love to every inch of you, including your toes," she announced. "My whole body right now?" "No. Your toes now. I'll get to the rest of you over time." "Okay. Do you think you can turn me on by sucking my toes?" "We're going to find out." She sucked and licked my big toe for a minute, then moved on to my second toe. "It feels pretty good," I admitted. "Toes are surprisingly sensitive."

Her tits, small and pert, acted as a cushion for my lower back, the sensation strange but not unpleasant. The other girls took up position at my feet, their tongues working their way up my calves and thighs. Two of them focused on my toes, their tongues delving between each digit, scraping away the sweat and grime that had accumulated during my workout. They sucked each toe into their mouths, their tongues swirling around the sensitive flesh, ensuring that every inch of me was clean.

His toes inside me. Slowly, he began to stroke in and out of me. I grabbed the edge of the table, leaned my elbow on my chair. I shouldn't have. Because as soon as I leaned back, I gave him more access to torture me with his toes. “You’re mine,” he whispered this time. I clenched my jaw to suppress the moans at the back of my throat. He smiled faintly, just the curve of his lips. Then with one swift move, he plunged in his index toe.

My pussy twitched with need. She knelt down on the floor right in front of me and undid the buckles of my stiletto shoes, and gently pulled them off my feet. She grabbed my right leg, lifting it up slightly. She stared at my foot for a minute without warning, she ran her wet tongue right under my foot. I jerked my leg back in pure shock, my toes curling tightly. "Ah! What are you doing?" Monet held my ankle firmly, keeping me in place. She traced her tongue from the arch of my foot all the way up to my toes. She began licking and sucking each toe, one after the other, using her warm mouth to coat them in saliva.