53 Foot Fetish Short Stories

by Andreas Bauer

  Tammy began to cum almost immediately as my hot tongue lapped and licked her beautiful bare feet. Tammy screamed in pleasure as she crested her first wave of orgasmic delight. I pounded her ever harder as I continued to suckle her toes. My tongue tickled the bottoms of her wrinkled soles as she began to cum again and again. As her body shook from orgasmic delight I pulled my rod of steel from her soft pink womanhood and guided her feet down to my slippery shaft.

  Tammy fingered herself wildly as the soles of her feet encircled my throbbing shaft. I ran my cock between each of her toes as her orgasm with each thrust of my hardened manhood. I was reaching the point of no return. I could feel my balls tighten as my cock slide up and down Tammy’s oiled and slightly sandy soles. With a loud moan I began to explode between the toes of Tammy’s right foot. My cum exploded between her toes and rolled down between them and onto the sole of her right foot. The feel of my hot cum between her toes drove Tammy into an intense orgasm and she moaned loudly as her body convulsed.

  Again and again I erupted trying to coat every inch of Tammy’s feet with my hot white love. As the last drop of hot cum exploded onto Tammy’s feet I reached down and brought her cum drenched feet up to my lips. I slowly began to lick Tammy’s feet clean as she once again began to cum even harder than ever. I licked and suckled every inch of her feet... between each and every toes and slowly up and down each of Tammy’s wonderful soles.

  Tammy seeming came at every touch of my tongue upon her feet and finally we both fell back relishing the wonderful feeling that filled us both.

  Tammy lay down beside me and threw her right arm across my chest. She pulled herself close to my side and rested her head upon my chest. “Not bad, for an old woman, huh?” Tammy inquired.

  “Old?” I shot back, “ You may be 55 but you are 21 to me!”.

  Tammy smiled and said, “How long you going to be around here”.

  “Two weeks before I have to head back!” I replied.

  “Oooh... good... you wouldn’t mind spending your two weeks here with me... would you? Tammy asked.

  “Only if you want me too!” I replied with a smile.

  I returned back to Jack and Betty’s house to see them both naked and waiting for me on their deck. They both smiled a knowing grin. “Looks like you met Tammy”, Jack said with a smile... “I was hoping you two would meet!”

  I could only nod in agreement and the next two weeks I spent as much time with Tammy as I could. We made enough wild love to drive a person mad! I licked Tammy’s feet almost raw every time we made love and she loved every minute of it!

  I can’t wait until next year’s vacation... Betty and Jack said I just HAD to come back next year. I agree!

  25.

  My Best Friend's Sister

  I have had the same best friend since before I can remember. His name is Ben and he is two days older than me, and he lives round the corner from my childhood home. When I was younger I always used to spend all my time at his house playing with Ben and his sister Monica. Monica was two years older than us and we all got on very well. However, as time went on we drifted apart. Monica matured early and by the time she reached her teens she was no longer interested in wasting her time with younger boys who she saw as very childish. Over the course of her teenage years my friendship with Monica waned until I barely knew her anymore.

  One other thing happened to Monica at this time she grew up from an awkward looking child into a stunningly beautiful young woman. She has tanned skin and long straight black hair, she is tall and slim with fantastically shapely legs and perfectly formed feet. I always had a thing about Monica’s feet I used to fantasies about all the things I could do with them, but in reality she was so beautiful I could barely even find the guts to talk to her. In the end she went off to university, and then so did I and I forgot all about her.

  Last April I was at Ben’s, helping him to redecorate his bedroom, when in walked Monica. I hadn’t seen her in a couple of years. If anything she looked even more beautiful, but unfortunately she also had a boyfriend with her. Worse, he was the athletic type, really well built; he could have been a male model. I said a casual hi and thought I’d tell her briefly what I was doing in my life, but she silenced me with a quick “That’s fascinating! You should try telling someone who cares!”

  After that putdown (which was totally typical of her) I went back upstairs to help Ben with his room. I stayed there all day. Monica never came upstairs but every so often I heard her shouting and screaming, and occasionally I also heard her boyfriend. It sounded like they were having a major row.

  Eventually at about ten o’clock I heard a door slam, and I figured that one or both of them had gone out, and I thought nothing more of it. I stayed until midnight, when I made my excuses and headed for home. Ben didn’t see me out as he was still in the middle of painting his new cupboards, so I went downstairs to let myself out.

  On my way out I noticed that the door to the living room was open. This was very unusual as the room was only used for very important visitors. I looked in and saw a beautiful sight. Monica was sprawled out over the couch, asleep, her long legs stretched towards me so that her feet were dangling invitingly over the edge. I couldn’t take my eyes off them I could see the whole of her soles, and it instantly brought back memories of my adolescent fantasies. Fascinated by her wrinkly soles, I wandered over to get a closer look. I knelt down by her feet and placed my face right by them, and inhaled deeply. I was intoxicated by her odor a bit salty, but utterly beautiful and sexy.

  Suddenly I was filled with a courage I never normally had, a courage born out of my tremendous desire. I had to have those feet! My cock was already starting to get uncomfortable in my boxers, and I hadn’t even touched her. To make sure she was asleep, I began lightly tickling her soles. There was absolutely no response she was fast asleep. Taking my heart in my hands, I bent down and lightly kissed the top of her right foot.

  I had dreamt of this moment my entire life, as I started to dab kisses all over her feet, including her tiny toes. She always wore black nail polish, which I found intensely erotic. I knew if she woke up she would tell her boyfriend, and Ben and nothing would ever be the same again, but somehow the danger added to my excitement. I couldn’t stop if my life depended on it, I had just started to taste her sweet feet. They were a little sweaty but I liked that, it gave them a slightly saltier taste. Finally, needing to taste her fully, I laid my tongue gently onto her sole.

  “What are you doing?”

  Her voice was sharp and awake, and shocked me. Everything was ruined! I had really messed up this time. I was obviously much too scared to reply.

  “You were licking my feet!”

  I couldn’t deny this, of course all I could do was stammer out meaningless apologies, saying I didn’t know what had come over me, going bright red, full of embarrassment and fear.

  “I should tell Ben right now”, she said, but suddenly I understood from her tone of voice that she wasn’t going to do that at all. “And I will,” she went on, “unless you satisfy me properly”.

  “Satisfy you?” I managed to mumble.

  “Do whatever dirty, sordid things you were going to do” she snapped back. “If I like it I won’t tell Ben, but it better be good!”

  I didn’t like being ordered what to do, but I had to admit her dominant tone really turned me on. I just hoped that what I would do would please her enough, otherwise I really would be in trouble. Nervously, but still thankful for this golden opportunity to indulge my fantasies, I took her marvelous feet back in my hands. I put my tongue back on her soles and started to hesitantly lick back and forth. She pulled away instinctively, and I apologized. “Don’t stop” she commanded, and then closed her eyes and settled back towards a state of sleep.

  At this stage I really let myself go, and started to lick all over more urgently. I used great big strokes of my tongue so that I could really taste her, wrapping it around her tasty little toes. I could feel myself really bulging
in my shorts. This was heaven! Slowly I circled the underside of her toes, which is a really sensitive area for girls, then gently placed my lips around her toes, one by one up to the big toe. All the time my tongue was probing, licking the tiny specks of dirt from between her toes, as I breathed deeply onto the toes.

  I was loving this, and I began to repeat the process on her left foot, but I was worried that I was getting no response from Monica.

  Suddenly I got the response I needed. It was very subtle, almost imperceptible, but I saw her hand creep down to between her legs. She was masturbating! I couldn’t detect her movements, but I felt sure her fingers were slowly moving up and down inside her pussy. As I imagined her warm pussy, and at the same time tasted her toes inside my mouth, I could contain myself no longer. I had all the encouragement I needed. My trousers and boxers slipped to the floor and I finally let my dick hang free.

  It was harder than I’d ever seen it, and it needed to feel the soft skin on it. I placed my shaft down on to her fantastic arches and slowly began to draw it back and forwards. Instantly I felt Monica’s hand movements become more urgent, probably reaching her clit. The sensation of my cock on her smooth soles was unbearably beautiful. Never had I experienced anything like it. I could feel my precum beginning to dribble out already.

  Not wanting it to be over too soon, I lifted her legs up and sat down on the couch with her feet on my lap. I could now indulge my ultimate fantasy. I placed her two feet on either side of my bulging manhood and began to rub them both up and down me. As I did this I could feel her toes clenching around the tip of my cock. This gave the most intense stimulation I had ever experienced, and it was clear that Monica was enjoying herself just as much. Although her eyes remained tightly closed, her spare hand had now worked its way down to her chest and was rubbing her erect nipples. Her movements got faster and faster and mine did the same in unison until with a huge shudder I felt her come with a giant burst. Unbelievably turned on by this, I sprayed everywhere with the most incredibly powerful orgasm I had ever had. It lasted fully twenty seconds as I kept going through uncontrollable surges of pleasure, until her beautiful feet were completely drenched in my cum.

  As I sat there, limp and exhausted, I couldn’t believe what had happened. I had finally managed to indulge my favorite fantasy, one I never dreamed could ever come true, and it had been better than even in my wildest dreams. I got up to go, thanking every deity in the world for allowing me this moment.

  “Where are you going?” she demanded.

  All of a sudden I was filled with fear again as I remembered the cold realities of my situation. Monica still had the power to end my oldest friendship, and if she told her boyfriend about this he would probably batter me senseless into the equation. Had I not satisfied her properly?

  “My feet are covered in your disgusting love juices” Monica admonished me.” You’d better clear it up”.

  Somehow I knew what she wanted. She wouldn’t be happy with me washing her feet. Although I’d never done it before, I lifted her feet back towards my face and began to lick my semen off her. It tasted sour and disgusting but it still turned me on because it was off her perfect instep. As I did this more and more convulsions went through Monica’s body, as I realized another new thing about Monica she had multiple orgasms. I kept licking until her feet were spotless, and Monica kept coming until the couch was soggy underneath her.

  In the end, she told me that she would never mention it as long as I never talked to her again, but that was fine with me. I had had the most wonderful experience of my life, and I know that Monica had too.

  26.

  On the Road Again

  At the age of 40 I was between jobs and living with a friend. Not a place I really cared to be at during this point of my life. It was frustrating to say the least. I got a lead on what seemed to be a pretty good job out of state and decided to take yet another chance.

  I packed my things and headed north on I-95. I had just crossed the Georgia/South Carolina border when I noticed a hitchhiker. Normally I would just drive on by, however this particular time I did not. Several things factored in on my decision to pick this hitchhiker up. It was raining very hard and when I got closer I noticed the hitchhiker was a female with a very, very nice ass. Besides, I was feeling lonely and could use the company. I pulled up just ahead of her. From my rearview mirror I watched her run towards the passenger side of my vehicle. She was wearing cut-off jean shorts and had long tan shapely legs. Being the leg man that I am, I remember thinking how lucky I was.

  When she got in, long legs first, I could not take my eyes off them. They shimmered smoothly from the wetness. I was entranced by them and embarrassed when I failed to acknowledge her saying thank-you for picking her up. I was brought back from my stare by her slight laughter as she said again, Thank-you for picking me up. Realizing I had been caught I slowly looked up into her wet face and saw she was smiling at me. Her hair was matted to her skull and her top stuck to her like a second layer of skin. I quickly gathered myself and crawled into the back seat to pull a towel out of my gym bag.

  I handed it to her asking, "What in the hell are you doing out in this mess?"

  After thanking me for the towel she told me the whole story about how she and her boyfriend got into an argument while driving. She finally had enough and told him to pull over and she got out. He drove off, but not before she told him they were through and that she never wanted to see him again.

  As she told her story I could not take my eyes off her gorgeous legs watching as she slowly wiped them dry.

  Once again she pulled me out of my trance by having to repeat herself saying, "Excuse me (laughing) I just asked you what your name was and where you were heading."

  I pulled myself together saying, "I'm sorry, my name is Bruce and I am going to Maryland."

  She replied with a smile, "Hi, My name is Emma and Maryland sounds good to me."

  As I pulled back on to I-95 she explained to me apologetically that she would not be able to help out with the gas because her boyfriend had all their money. I told her not to worry, providing she kept me good company. Otherwise I would have to toss her back out into the rain. We laughed at that, which eased the tension between us and brought on idle conversation. During our conversation she asked if she could take her wet sneakers off. I told her please do so. I watched as she wiped her feet dry with the towel. She had wonderful arches and beautiful toes. Her nails were painted light red. She slowly ran the towel between her toes as she flexed her foot up and down. I quickly looked up so as not to be caught again but I was too late. She was staring directly at me with a knowingly smile. I could have sworn I saw her nod her head in self-confirmation. By now she had no doubt about my fetish. Inside the closed confines of the car the odor of her wet shoes and feet began to fill my senses. After a few hours of getting to know each other I invited her to have a beer from the cooler I keep in the back. I always keep it filled on long trips. She immediately stretched her lean body over the seat to grab a beer. I took this opportunity to get a closer look at her ass, long legs and amazing feet. I watched as she flexed her feet up and down causing her soles to wrinkle and her shapely calf muscles to tighten and relax. While doing this she asked if I wanted one. I told her not while I'm driving and that I only drink them when I have stopped for the night.

  I checked my rearview mirror, and saw that she had been watching me check her body out. I was busted yet again. Once she realized my embarrassment she smiled and plopped back down in the seat next to me saying, "Hey! Can you open this for me?"

  I noticed that she had put her feet up on the seat bringing her knees up and resting her chin on top of them. Her toes were inches from my right thigh.

  I said, "sure, no problem. Take the wheel while I open it."

  As she reached to grab the wheel the toes of her left foot rested on my upper thigh inches from my groin. Needless to say I took my time opening the bottle, trying not to be too obvious. I felt her toes flex seve
ral times and I knew I was becoming aroused.

  To my surprise she giggled saying, "This is fun isn't it? I enjoy taking the wheel."

  I laughed a bit nervously and gave the beer back to her. She tucked her long legs back into her chest drank her beer. Occasionally I would catch her looking at my crotch. That is when I knew that she knew the affect her legs and feet were having on me. As we talked she moved her toes very close to my thighs and continued to flex and run her fingers between them. I was completely aroused by this and started to squirm a bit uncomfortably. After her fourth beer I could tell she was becoming a bit giddy. Then completely to my surprise, as she leaned over the seat to get her fifth beer her right foot swung out and landed squarely in my lap directly on top of my manhood. She continued to struggle for the beer in the ice chest, her toes pushing and prodding against the head of my straining dick. This lasted for a good 5 to 8 seconds.

  As she climbed back she saw what she had done and in mock surprise said, "Oh I am so sorry! Did I hurt you?"

  I swallowed hard a few times and said, "No, no, no that is okay, I am fine."

  She laughed and said, "Good, The last thing I would want to do is hurt you down there. I guess I am getting a bit drunk."

  I said, "No problem. You can get drunk all you want and have a good time, just as long as you are not driving."

  There was a pause as she looked at me quizzically and then scooted herself next to me in that same tucked position. Her beautiful feet and legs pointing the way as her soles finally rested against my thigh.

  Then she asked me, "Bruce, What is it that you find physically attractive in a woman?"

  I replied, "Oh the usual stuff you know."