Next, she pushed my cock between her shoe and the sole of her foot. It entered from the outside of her foot and the head poked out under her arch. She had to loosen the straps of her sandals for it to fit comfortably. She held my still-erect manhood between the soles of her feet and her shoe, while she rubbed the sole of her bare foot over my swollen cock head. Occasional she would squeeze the head with her toes. All of this was sending me swooning. She brought her bare foot back to my face, positioned her toes just over my lips. "Lick my toes," she demanded.
I did, and could taste my pre-cum fluid that her toes had picked up while manipulating the head of my cock. The taste of it excited me even more, making me lick and suck her toes with more vigor. She seemed surprised at my reaction. "Oh, you like to taste your juices from my toes, do you?" she announced. "You are going to taste a lot more before we are done." I said nothing, but her statement aroused me. I always loved tasting my juices from a lady's feet after I had cum all over them, but she didn't know that, yet.
We had been at this for over an hour, and I had hit peaks of arousal several times. I needed release. I told her that I couldn't take this much longer; I needed satisfaction. "You will get satisfaction when I am ready," she said in that dominant tone of hers. She removed her other shoe, placed the soles of her feet on both sides of my cock, and began slowly stroking its length, from the tip to the base. "Do you have any lotion?" she asked. "Yes," I replied. "Go get it," she demanded. It felt good to get up. I had been lying on my back on the floor for an hour and needed to change positions. I got the lotion from the bathroom and returned handing it to her. "Lay back down on the floor," she said. "The hard floor is killing my back, can we move to the bed?" I asked. "No," she said firmly. She got up from the couch. "Can you put the sofa cushions on the floor and lay on them?" she asked. It sounded like an acceptable compromise, so I put both sofa cushions on the floor in front of the chair. "You can sit in the chair," I said. It was a large, overstuffed chair that was as comfortable as the couch. She agreed, and sat there, while I proceeded to lay my back on the cushions. She put several drops of lotion on my cock, and smeared it all over it with her toes. She then put her feet together began stroking my cock between her arches, sliding them up to the head and down to the base. When she slid down the two bases, her foot on the underside of my cock pressed my balls, tightly. My excitement was peaking, again. When would she let me release all of this tension in blissful climax? She teased the head of my cock with her wiggling toes, and then brought her toes to my mouth, demanding that I lick my pre-cum juices from them. I loved every minute of it.
Two hours had passed since we started our foot play. I had never been so excited for so long in my life. How much longer can I stand this! I was so excited, but I couldn't cum. Then, she said, "Would you like to release you tensions all over my feet, now." Just the thought of Cumming on her beautiful feet excited me. "Oh, please, yes!" I exclaimed. "Soon," she promised. "We can go to the bedroom, but remember, no sex! You can't touch me above the knees." She warned. No problem! I agreed, and we went to the bedroom, for what I hoped would be, completion.
I had a king size bad, with plenty of playing room. According to her instructions, I sat in the center of the bed with my back resting against the headboard. She spread my legs and sat between them. She put more lotion on my cock, and starts jerking it between her arches as she had before. My excitement began to increase once again. She then placed the toes of each foot on opposite sides of my cock and stroked it from head to base, while she gripped it firmly with her toes. This was driving me crazy, and I thrust my hips madly to increase the stimulation of her toes on my cock. After a few titillating minutes of this, she laid both feet flat, side by side with the soles down, and slipped them under my balls. Then, she put some more lotion on my throbbing dick, and began stroking me with her hand. She slid her hand along the full length on my manhood, from the head to the base, up and down, up and down. Soon, I felt something stimulating my balls. It was her wiggling toes under my scrotum. As her hand jerked the full length on my cock, her toes were wiggling madly under my balls driving me absolutely insane. I was still fully erect and charged with erotic passion after over two hours of almost constant stimulation. Incredible! I was beginning to reach that point of no return. My excitement peaked beyond my wildest fantasies. This woman was an expert at what she was doing. She opened my legs even wider, and separated her knees so she could put the soles of her feet together.
This is an excellent position to make love to a lady's feet between her arches, but that is not what Trudy had in mind, and she was the boss, now. She tightly grasped my balls between the toes of both feet and continued stroking my shaft with her hand. He toes gripped my balls just enough to make them ache slightly without serious pain. As she stroked me with her hand, her wiggling toes massaged my aching testicles. I could feel my balls shift back and forth in my scrotum as she expertly manipulated them with toes. This was going to get me off! I had been waiting for this for what seemed like an eternity. She speeded up the rhythm of her hand as well as the wiggling of her toes around my balls. I was going to cum any second now. Her hand jerked my pulsating cock wildly, while her madly wiggling toes massaged my aching nuts almost to the point of pain. One of the strongest orgasmic spasms that I have ever had hit me with such intensity that my eyes watered. The first surge of semen shot three feet in the air and landed on her leg. The spasm caused my balls to ache even more, but in a way that intensified the pleasure. For the first time I understood the true meaning of the saying, "There is a fine line between pain and pleasure." She removed her hand and began stroking my spurting cock between her arches when the next convulsion came. Cum spurted on her soles and insteps, and she kept pumping my cock with her feet. Though she was no longer squeezing my balls with her toes, they continued to ache. A third stream of sperm erupted just as she had clamped her wiggling toes around my throbbing cock head, soaking them. She kept pumping me with her toes, tightly gripping the head of my manhood. I thought that was the last of it, but another wave hit shooting even more cum onto her toes, and she kept stroking me. I couldn't take any more. I felt like I would pass out. One more small spasm sent another drop or two of my cream onto her toes. She was still pumping my dick, but much more slowly, milking the very last drop from it. She kept massaging my cock with her feet until my spent manhood shrank to its normal size. She looked at me and smiled, saying "Did you like that?" That was a dumb question after seeing me thrash around like a madman, squirting gallons of cum, but I said affectionately, "I loved it." "You are not done yet," she said as she raised one of her cum-soak feet to my face. "Kiss my feet like you did earlier." She did not have to ask. I love doing that anyway, but I would feed her fantasy by letting her think she forced me into it. I faked a little protest at first. When she insisted, I lightly kissed the top of it at first. Then I gently sucked a cum-covered toe or two. After a minute or so I was licking and sucking her semen-soaked feet with relish. I laid on my stomach, with both of feet in front of my face, and sucked and licked all of the cum from her toes and arches. This was making me excited all over again, but my body was to exhaust for any more fun that night. I needed a week to recover.
49.
In
Africa
Do you remember the news about women in Johannesburg holding hostages in an oil refinery as a way of getting their labor demands met? It got little press, but in the earlier siege, it said that the hostages included Americans. I was one, and when the siege ended with a labor agreement, I was missing. Because I had been spirited away, into slavery.
The day began with tension; we'd heard there might be trouble. Then before long, the doors crashed open and a whole bunch of native women paraded in, armed and angry. We stopped what we were doing, and were lined up, as the leaders in control walked up and down before us with fury and pride. They quickly let us know they were in control of the facility and we'd better do as they commanded. At some level, I guess, negotiations began, but that w
as way beyond our involvement. We, we had to be involved with our black African female captors. Some of them were very lovely. But they hated us, especially the white ones like me.
After a while, while we were still lined up, one of the leaders came before us and said, "Who here is American?" I and others raised our hands.
"You are not fit to stand in our presence, you pigs," she said. "You kneel!" Right away I knelt. I saw Reggie down the line hesitate, and he was immediately slashed with a whip and he fell onto his face. "Take him away!" the leader ordered, and Reggie was tied up and carried out of our sight.
We Americans were on our knees for some time. Eventually the other men were herded off to some place the women could control, leaving us behind. Then the women came up before us, about three women to each of us, standing dominantly in front of us as we knelt.
"We have a treat for you American pig-dogs," the leader said. "You long ago took our people away to be your slaves. Now we will return the favor and you will become our slaves! Even when negotiations end and this place goes back to normal, you will be our slaves, deep in the jungle and villages. Your freedom days are over and you belong to us. Disobey an order and you will be severely punished. Now is the time for justice; now is the time for white boys to be slaves to black women. Withies!! On your bellies and kiss the feet of the women in front of you! NOW!"
Before me stood three African women; all of them in their thirties by my guess, and all of them in sandals. Except now, at her words, they all shook their sandals off and their commanding feet were bare. I did not want to repeat Reggie's fate, whatever it was, and fell to my stomach at their feet.
"Kiss our feet, imperialist dog, and if we are not pleased with your efforts we'll castrate you!" one said to me. I immediately began to kiss the 6 feet; three kisses on each foot, then moving on to the next one, and then on to the next, etcetera.
"He seems to enjoy this," said one. "Do you like this, slave? Do you enjoy being our foot slave, whitey?"
"Yes, I do," I said. "It is an honor and only right that I should do this. I deserve nothing less; my race deserves nothing less. We should be your slaves."
"Look at this," said another. "Your white lips worshipping our black feet, your inferior white mouth adoring the very bottom of our superior black bodies. Tell us you want to be our foot slave forever."
I wanted to get in good with them, and hoped for freedom after negotiations regardless of what the leader had said. "I want to be your foot slave forever. This is my true place in life. Please let me am your slave."
They laughed. "Honky knows his place," said one. Another called to the leader as I continued to kiss, "We got a live one here, Abby."
One of the trios suddenly got behind me and stood on my back! A second one put her bare foot on top of my head and pressed down while I kissed the other woman's feet. "Kiss, white man, kiss! Remember, you have to please us!" The woman on my back began walking around on me; then she stopped and I felt the lash of a whip on my butt.
"Don't stop, slave! Keep kissing. In fact, start licking my feet clean, white man!" ordered my owner before whom I groveled. So now I had one foot on my head pressing me down, one woman on my back whipping me, and one pair of black feet standing before me, expecting my white slave tongue to clean the dust and dirt off of them, and from in between the toes, and later, from the soles.
Abby the leader had come over now, and suddenly there were flashes. She was taking pictures of me! "Now he can never go home," she said with triumph.
After some lashes, the pain got to me and I cried out. "Mercy, mercy," I asked. They laughed. "Mercy? When did your ancestors show mercy to our ancestors? You're a slave. Take it and like it. We like it!"
The three women took turns having me clean their bare feet, pressing me in place, and beating me. Then my hands were tied behind my back, and my ankles tied together, so I was on my stomach, going nowhere unless I crawled prostrate. The three women sat down next to each other, and facing me, and then they all extended their legs towards me. So their dirty soles were right before my slave face. Huge grins were on their pretty, regal, black faces. "Lick our souls clean, foot boy," one demanded. I began to do so, struggling a bit to reach them.
"You will be doing this for the rest of your life," Abby said. She had come out of nowhere to watch the proceedings a few feet away, with an approving smile on her lips. "White slave to black women; the way it was intended to be! You will be coming back with us to our village when we leave here, and you will be our foot licking white boy and whipping boy and slave forever. Say 'thank you.'"
"Thank you."
50.
Love
In
It was maybe the late 60’s or early 70’s. You know what they always say about that time period... if you remember it, you weren’t there! Well, there are some things you simply can’t forget about that time period and some of my fondest memories relate back to that lost era of history. Especially that all those bell bottom jean, barefooted women!
Like I said, it was probably the late 60’s or early 70’s and the hippie movement was still alive and well. Barefooting was a way of life and guys had hair so long that it was the envy of many women. War protests were common place and everyone had a “cause” they were supporting. It was barefoot women heaven for guys like me that harbored a secret foot fetish for female feet because barefooted women were everywhere!
I was one of the zillion hippies of that era with hair down to the middle of my back, bell bottom jeans, balloon shirt, and barefooted like most of us in that generation. My story relates to one of the many ‘free love’ adventures I had during that time... a time when the battle cry was, “Make love, not war”.
I can still remember the first time I saw Noelia. She was hanging out with a group of friends of mine at a local park we always used to just about live at. Noelia was 20 years old, a natural blonde (we will get to that!), about 5’ 2” tall and about a 120 lbs. She was wearing a bandanna around her forehead with baby’s breath flowers and daisies tucked into it on the side. A tie-dyed T-shirt, wide flared bell bottom jeans, and the cutest bare feet your eyes had ever seen.
As I approached the group, Noelia turned to look at me. Our eyes met and I could feel an instant attraction between us. It was almost electrical. Noelia sized me up from head to naked toe as I did the same to her. Noelia was one of those woman who melted your heart with her outward beauty before you ever heard her speak. As I joined the group Noelia said, “Hey, man... I dig those threads... you really look groovy!”
“Thank you, love”, I replied and then continued, “What is your name? I don’t think I have ever seen you before.”
“My name is Noelia, my friends all call me Noel; what’s yours?” Noelia inquired.
“My name is Bob, and my friends all call me, Bob”, I quipped.
Noelia laughed, probably out of politeness since my joke wasn’t all that funny. Jordan, Nicolas, Sabine, and Ruth made up the rest of our little group that was standing there in the park. It was a warm Mary day and sun was blazing though a cloudless Green sky. Jordan and Nicolas both said, “It is about time you got here, man... Noel has been waiting to meet you... we told her you were a hip, groovy guy that she had to meet.” Sabine and Ruth smiled and Ruth said, “Noel is a friend of mine and I told her all about you.” Noel blushed slightly as no doubt I did too at all the undo attention.
As I looked at Noel my eyes always wandered down to her bare feet. She had perfect feet... shapely toes, high arches, and extremely dirty soles. My heart raced at the sight of such beautiful dirty feet!
My stare was interrupted by Nicolas who said, “Hey, man... let’s all go to my pad. My parents are out of town for two weeks and we can make the best of things! We can all have a ‘love in’. You guys coming’?” No argument from any of us as we all headed over to Nicolas’s house. Now Ruth was Nicolas’s woman and Sabine was Jordan’s steady ole lady, though sometimes love was shared between all of us. Noel was destined to be my lady and ne
ither Noel nor I protested about that! The walk over to Nicolas’s house seemed to take forever though he only lived a few blocks from the park. As we walked, Noel slid up next to me and wrapped her arm around my waist. I slid my arm around Noel’s waist. As we walked side by side, Noel laid her head on my shoulder and said, “Oh, baby... would you like to share your love with me when we get to Nicolas’s pad?”
“Only for forever, love.” I replied. Noelia smiled and kissed me gently on my neck. I could smell her flower scented blonde hair as I kissed her on the top of her head.
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