Asian Lady

by GeorgeH

I had always been attracted by Asian women, but my first sexual experience with one happened when I was 25. She was a 35-year old Singaporean woman, named Helen, who lived two apartments from me in my building. I met her while she was moving into the building, and had helped her carry some boxes to her apartment. She invited me in for coffee, out of appreciation for my help. Through our conversation, I discovered that, while she had been born in Singapore, she had lived all over Asia, China, Japan, Malaysia, as well as several cities in the US.  She was a very interesting lady, and we developed a casual (non-sexual) friendship over several months. I found her appealing, but never found the appropriate occasion to cross that sexual line. She was about 5'5" and a thin 110 pounds. She was not very attractive by Western standards, with very small breasts and almost no butt. Her legs were long for her body, but were not very shapely. She had rather cute face, and GORGEOUS feet. They were large in proportion to the rest of her body, about size 8, fairly narrow, with long toes. I noticed that when she stretched, her toes would separate from each other, which I found sexy.

One evening, I had planned a small get-together for some friends from my office. Helen was new to the city, and only knew a few people, so I invited her to join our little party. She did, and we all had a great time. Around 11:00, my guests left, but Helen remained. Helen and I always had interesting conversations, and this evening we were discussing the differences between Asian and Western cultures. She thought that the Asia cultures were far superior to the Western cultures, and I took the opposite position. As we continued our heated, but friendly debate, she mentioned how prudish Westerners are regarding sex, especially Americans. I was taken aback a bit. In the few months of our relationship, sex had never come up. I wasn't sure how to respond. My hesitation gave her an opening to say, "See, you're uncomfortable, just by mentioning it, which proves my point." She proceeded to explain how sex is more accepted as a normal life function in Asia, with less taboos than in the West. As she continued explaining the cultural differences to me, my own personal inhibitions about revealing my foot affection came to mind.

I glanced at her feet. She was wearing black high-heeled sandals with very thin straps that showed off her feet exquisitely. They left her in-step completely bare, which gave me a great view of her lovely arches. My mind wondered a bit, fantasizing about her feet, but  I heard her say something about Asians differentiating between sex and love, rather than Western ideas of coupling them together. I tried explained that all Westerners do not necessarily couple them together, and so forth and so on. She went on about Asians having healthier sex lives than Westerners, but what really got my attention was her question, "Do you have a healthy sex life?" "I think so," responded. "You seem so uncomfortable talking about it, so inhibited." Well, I never considered my self sexually inhibited, so I defended myself, saying, "I am not uncomfortable (I really was.), I just think some things are personal."

Well, let's see," she said, "What turns you on sexually?" She smiled in a way that let me know that she was enjoying making me uncomfortable. "Lot's of things," I said vaguely. "Like what? What is your biggest turn on" she said, pressing me for an answer. "Your beautiful feet," I thought to myself, but I said nothing. After a few seconds of silence, she said, "I will tell you something that turns me on, then you tell me something that turns you on. OK, I'll start. I love making love in the shower. Your turn." OK, now we are going make a game of it. "I like making love on the beach (I was lying)," I replied. "I like being massaged all over," she said. "I like giving massages all over," I answered. She smiled. "I like sucking on a man's nipples," she added. Was this a chance to open up about my foot fetish? If I told her, how would she respond? She was obviously open about sex; she would understand. What's the worst that could happen? She could think I am a pervert and never see me again. I decided to take a chance. I looked directly in her eyes and said, "I love to suck toes." I felt very uncomfortable saying it, but I tried hard to hide my nervousness. She smiled quietly for several seconds. "That's interesting," she said. "I like to have sex in a swimming pool. Have you ever done that?" she asked. "No," I said, still looking into her eyes, "but I love worshipping a beautiful foot." She laughed nervously as she looked away from me. For the first time she looked uncomfortable. Oh, boy I blew it. She thinks I am weird. "What, exactly do you like to do with ...feet?" she said. "Anything you can imagine," I replied. This pretty much left the possibilities wide open in her mind.

She began explaining how the attraction of men to women's feet is fairly common and accepted in many Asian cultures. She mentioned a boyfriend she had in Malaysia who loved to worship her feet more than anything else, and how much it turned her on. A man after my own heart! "Have you ever had a sexual encounter with a woman, where you focused only on her feet and nothing else?" she asked. "What do you mean?" I responded, understanding her, but wanting her to explain more. "I mean no sex, just worshipping her feet." "No," I said, "usually it is just part of the whole sexual encounter." "Could you just worship a woman's feet, without sex," she asked. "I probably could," I replied. She told me how her boyfriend would spend hours worshipping her feet without any sex, and how watching him go into ecstasy over her feet excited her. "But wouldn't that be frustrating for both of you?" I asked. "People don't always have to climax to enjoy each other," she said, "that's another Western hang-up."

This discussion was exciting me. I glance down at her feet, which looked even more beautiful than before, due to my excited state. She saw me staring at her feet and raised one of them, in that lovely high-heel sandal,  all the way up to my face, and gently rubbed her bare toes on my cheek for a second or two. "Could you worship my feet like that?" she inquired in a very sexy tone. "Oh, yes." I replied as I slid off the couch to sit on the floor next to her beautiful feet.

She raised one of her feet to my lips. I held it in my hand and kissed it passionately. It had a wonderful, perfumed smell. I started on the top, running my tongue up and down the length of it from the shoe strap around her ankle to the one across the top of her toes. There was nothing between those two thin straps to impede my licking tongue. Such practical shoes for foot worshipping. After a few minutes, my darting tongue moved to her in-step.  The skimpy sandals had no sides to cover her beautiful arch, allowing my tongue full access. I pressed the tip of it between her sole and the sole of the shoe, and passionately savored her arch. I looked up at her face. She smiled and then chuckled a little. "What is so funny," I said, a little put off by her laughter. "Nothing is funny. I just like watching you do that," she said. So, I continued, moving my attention to her toes. The toe strap was narrow enough to allow my tongue to probing deep into her toe cleavage, which I did with passion. Helen leaned back on the couch, making herself more comfortable, and raised the other foot to my face. "Do the other one now," she said in a slight demanding tone. I gave this foot the same attention I had given to the first. After a few minutes of this, she put her foot in the middle of my chest and gently pushed me away. She looked down at my pants, which now exhibited a massive bulge. "You really do like feet, don't you," she said. "I love them," I replied honestly. She kept staring at the bulge in my pants. "you can remove you clothes, but you must make a promise, NO SEX." She said. I would promise almost anything now. "I promise," I said as began unbuckling my belt. I removed my pants and sat on the floor in my shirt and briefs. She looked at my bulge again, for a few seconds, which was much more obvious through my briefs, then leaned back on the couch, and stretched out her legs with her feet on the floor in front of her. I moved the coffee table out of the way to give me more room, and laid on my stomach with my face over her feet, and continued worshipping them with my lips and tongue. I was getting so excited; I could feel my cock throbbing under me. Her exposed toes really turned me on. I shoved my tongue into the toe hole of  her sandal and licked the underside of her toes, passionately. Most women, I have discovered, are sensitive there, and like that area being licked. The little sounds of enjoyment emanated from her indicated that she did, also. I concentrated on that spot for some time. The large toe hole in her sandal made it easy for my tongue to reach most of the underside of her toes. Whenever I looked up, she was watching me intensely, confirming that a big part of the turn on for her was seeing me worship her feet. "Take my shoe off," she instructed. Her tone was getting more dominating. I complied, and remove one of her sandals.  As I started to undo the strap of the other one, she stopped me, saying "Only one!" The increasing dominant tone disturbed my a little. People often associate foot fetish with a desire to be dominated, but I never had that desire. I was and am not the submissive type. I wanted to tell her that I did not like being put in a submissive role, but when I looked at her completely bare foot, the feelings of protest vanished. I pressed my tongue between each of her toes and licked wildly. I admired the naked beauty of her bare foot and the seductive sensuality of her still shoed one together. I alternated my attentions between them, savoring her toes of her bare foot in my mouth, and then licking the shoed one between the shoe and her arch. I was ecstatic!

"Sit up!" she demanded in that disturbing tone. It bothered me a little, but I complied. "I want you completely naked. Take off the rest of your clothes, but remember, NO SEX. OK?" I agreed and removed my shirt and briefs. "The socks, too," she insisted. I removed the last of my clothing and sat before her in full nakedness. She took a long look at my swollen cock, smiling with satisfaction. Except for the one shoe, she was fully clothed. The scenario of me, sitting at her feet, naked, with her above me, fully clothed, made me feel uncomfortably submissive, but at the same time, I was greatly aroused. I had never been in this situation before. "Lay on your back in front of the couch," she instructed. I obeyed. She began rubbing her naked foot over my chest, stimulating my nipples with her toes. Her toes then found their way to my face and began tracing down my cheek, under my chin, and finally rested over my lips. "Lick my toes," she requested, which I did with enthusiasm. My tongue pressed into the underside of her toes, and I licked them with passion. I put several toes in my mouth at once a suck them wildly.  I was so delirious with lust, my  cock  engorged with desire. I held her bare foot with my hands, and licked all over the ball and soles. Suddenly I felt something pressing on my balls; it was her other foot, still in the sandal. She had put her foot under my balls and was flexing her ankle, causing the tops of her toes to press my balls upwards. She would alternately press and release, press and release, causing waves of blissful passion to surge though my loins. I continued licking her soles and sucking the toes of her bare foot, while she manipulated my balls with the other one. I looked up at her and saw that she was still watching my every move and every reaction.

She placed the stiletto-like heel of her sandal at the base of my cock and press in just enough to send a twinge through my loins, but not enough to be painful. Nevertheless, I felt this was the time to put a halt to her dominance before it got out of hand. I push her shoed foot away with my hand. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to play with you a little," she said assuringly. "I'm not into S&M," I told her. "Neither am I," she said. "OK, but just be careful," I warned her, as I laid back down on the floor in front of her. The sharp heel of her sandal returned to the base of my throbbing cock. She rested her bare foot on my abdomen, holding my erect cock with her toes so it stood, more or less, straight up, while she traced her spiked heel slowly  up the underside from the base to the head and back down. This unique sensation sent chills through me and heightened my arousal tremendously. She continued running the sharp heel up and down the underside of my dick, occasional poking my balls ever so slightly. She was very careful not to hurt me, and I began to gain confidence that I would be relatively safe in her care. The excitement I derived from her feet made me somewhat accept (or, at least, tolerate) the uncomfort of my submissive role. She was satisfying my need for feet, and I was satisfying her need for dominance. An equitable arrangement, I told myself, trying to rationalize my submissive position.

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 to base, 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 past since we started our foot play. I had never be 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 start 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 my 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 Helen 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.

Mature

by GeorgeH

I always had a preference for women that were a few years older than me. I found them usually easier to relate to regarding my foot fetish. One evening, I went beyond what had been my normal age limit.

Evelyn lived a few apartments down the hall from me. She had been there, with her husband, when I moved in eight years before.  She now lived alone, because her husband had died about a year before our encounter. I only knew her to speak to until then. She caught me in the lobby of our building, and asked me if I knew anything about stereo equipment. Building my own stereo system from components had been a hobby of mine for years, and I had even spent a year working in a stereo repair shop. I told her that I had some knowledge of the subject. She asked if I would come to her apartment and take a look at hers, because it had stopped working. I agreed and followed her to her apartment. She explained that her husband use to take care of the stereo before he died, and she had no idea how to fix it. The problem was a blown fuse in her amplifier which I found immediately. I replaced it with a spare one that I had in my apartment, and had it working within a few minutes. She thanked me and asked if I would like something to drink for helping her, and I accepted a glass of wine.

As I sat on her sofa while she went to get the wine, she rambled on about how she and her husband had been together for 30 years when he died. That surprised me, because she looked to be in her early 40s. I commented that she must have married at age 11. She laughed, thanked me for the compliment, and told me that she was 21 when they married. I quickly did the math to discover that this lady was 52. She looked great for 52. I was 28 at the time. She was a petite woman about 5'1" and 110 pounds.  I noticed that her body was in great shape, admiring how well she filled out the stretch pants and tight fitting sweater that she was wearing. Her body was quite shapely, and her face bore only a few lines of age, making her look 10 years younger than she was. Her light brown hair was probably dyed, since it showed no gray at all. She returned with two glasses of white wine,  gave me one and sat in the chair across from me. I could not help but notice her feet. They were tiny, probably size 5. She was wearing a pair of light blue soft-soled flats that were cut low enough to expose a fair amount of her arch and toe cleavage. Surprisingly her feet looked quite soft and smooth, not consistent with her age of 52. As she sat in the chair, with her legs crossed, she unconsciously kept slipping her foot in and out of one shoe. I was subtle not to stare at her feet as we talked, drinking our wine. As she slipped her foot in and out of the shoe, I could just see her toes, which were small and cute, proportioned to the small size of her foot.

She asked me if I wanted to join her for dinner. She said that she was cooking lasagna (one of my favorites) and there would be more than she could possibly eat herself. I thought for a moment. I had nothing planned that evening, and she seemed like a pleasant person. Why not. I agreed to stay for dinner thanking her for her hospitality. The aroma of it cooking hit me when I first entered the apartment, and it smelled great. After telling me that it would be ready in about half an hour, I offered to provide the wine.

As I went to my apartment to get  the wine, I fantasized about what it would be like to make love to this woman. After all, she was quite attractive, even if she was old enough to be my mother. The rumor about older woman being more sexy after menopause went through my mind. Wow, she might screw me like a wild woman. And those cute little feet! What would it be like to make love to her feet? But these were just fleeting fantasize, like those I had about lots of women. I often fantasize about a woman, especially her  feet with no thought of ever realizing the fantasy, and this was the case then. I got a nice Chianti and returned with it to Evelyn's apartment.

During dinner, we talked about everything from politics to sports to religion. She was an interesting person to talk to, and very intelligent.  She asked if I had ever been married. I told her that I had not. She explained to she had been married so long that she was having a hard time adjusting to single life. She half-jokingly said that she had forgotten how to date. It was obvious that she was a very lonely lady, and she was enjoying my company. I had to admit, I was enjoying hers, too.

After dinner, we sat in the living room, drinking the last of the Chianti, and listening to some music on her now working stereo. We continued our conversation from dinner. Then, out of nowhere she looked at me very seriously and said, "Would you be upset if I asked you to make love to me tonight?" The question hit me by surprise. There was an uncomfortable silence for what seemed like an eternity. I finally said, "No, I wouldn't be upset, but..." I didn't know how to finish the sentence.  I was quite attracted to her, but I wasn't prepared to go this far. Those thoughts earlier were just fantasies, but this is real. "But what?" she asked, "If you don't want to, just say so, and we will forget that I said anything." I looked at her youthful figure and exuberant smile. If this woman were ten or even five years younger, I wouldn't have a problem, but she is my mother's age! I looked at her again. She was attractive, and she had cute feet, also. Trying to be mature about this, I said calmly, "Evelyn, I find you very attractive, but you shocked me with your directness." She looked straight into my eyes answered, "I learned a long time ago that you have to asked for what you want, and right now I want you." There was another eternal pause. Then I looked at her and said, "I want you too." "Good," she said. "I'm glad that's over with. Would you like another glass of wine?" I accepted, she brought it, and excused herself to the bedroom.

She returned in about ten minutes, somewhat transformed. She had changed into a very shear full length silky negligee. I could see through it enough to tell that she was wearing absolutely nothing underneath. Her feet were now bare, and I could tell that she had a recent pedicure. She stood directly in front of me and said, "You like?" "I like," I replied immediately. She sat down beside me. I felt a little awkward, at first, but that quickly passed when she took the initiative and kissed me passionately on the lips. I responded by embracing her and kissing her. I trailed kisses slowly over her neck and down into her cleavage. I opened the top of her negligee, revealing a set of shapely, firm breasts, which did not betray her true age.  I kissed her breasts and sucked her nipples, and she caressed the back of my head, holding it close to her. Her nipples became erect immediately, as I sucked and licked them passionately. Little moans of pleasure escaped from her lips as I continued fondling her breasts while I rolled my tongue all over her nipples. I, then, continued my journey down to her stomach, just above her pubic area. As she laid back on the sofa, I opened her negligee further, exposing a very shapely torso. She had a body that women 15 years younger would kill for.  I kissed all over her pubic area. My tongue, flirting with the lips, made her moan with pleasure. She sat up, suggesting that we continue this in bed. I agreed immediately.

She laid in the center of the bed as I kissed all over her body. When I got to her love nest, I found it moist from lust. I kissed and licked all around her clitoris, not stimulating it directly, teasing her to enhance the excitement. Without warning, I clasped my lips around her clitoris, and sucked it gently. She gasped with surprised excitement, tilting her hips upward slightly so her sensitive spot would press into my lips more firmly. I, then, began rolling my tongue over her clit rhythmically, causing her to moan and tremble with desire. The moans became louder, as the ecstasy built within her body. I left her clit, momentarily, to trace kisses down her inner thigh to the inside of her calf, over her ankle to her foot. She had a very cute, tiny foot, with tiny toes, and a sexy arch. It felt as smooth as it looked; she obviously had spent years caring for them well. As I first kissed her foot, she laughed softly, but the laughter turned to moans more pleasure when I began sucking her toes. She enjoyed it, as most women do. Her toes wiggled in my mouth in response to my licking tongue. I ran my tongue over her arch, dwelling on the sexy, wrinkled soles for a while. Then, I moved back up her leg until my lips rested around her clit, my tongue massaging it erotically. We were both getting very arouse.

She sat up and asked me to lay on my back, which I did. She, then straddled my groin, and lowered herself onto my fully erect, throbbing manhood. She closed her eyes and moaned with pleasure as my cock slipped past the lips into the depths of her body. Then, she rhythmically moved herself up and down on my cock as I complemented her movement with my thrusting hips. She sat straight up, with my member completely inside her and rode me as though she were riding a horse. Her pussy, gripping my throbbing cock and her steady rhythm were bringing to the peak of excitement. After a few more minutes of that, I would have exploded, but she stopped, turned around so that she faced the foot of the bed, and reinserted my cock into her. Her back towards me now, she moved herself up and down, riding my cock. I could tell by her moans that this angle was stimulating her more than before. I thrust my hips to match her rhythm. Her pretty, little feet looked so good resting over my shoulders, her wrinkled soles toward my face, her cute toes curling with excitement. Her sexy arches were inches from my face. I couldn't help but turn my head and lick her soles, arches, and the bottoms of her toes. Her body rode up and down on my rigid manhood for some time.

Then, she turned around, laid on her back and pulled me to her, indicating that she wanted me to mount her. I did so, inserting my stiff member into her, and began thrusting it, slowly and deeply, in and out of her body. Her hands held me around the waist, as she brought her knees up, and rested the soles of her feet on my shoulders. I thrust my entire rigid shaft in and out of her, the movement of her hips matching mine. I could tell that she was getting close to exploding with orgasmic pleasure, as her hips pumped more forcefully. I took her tiny feet from my shoulders, and holding both of them in my hand, I brought her toes to my lips. As I sucked her toes and licked between them, they curled tightly in my mouth.  She squealed slightly as the climax hit, pumping her hips with even more force. I kept thrusting in and out of her, sucking her toes with passion as they curled tightly with ecstasy, the wrinkles in her soles becoming more pronounced. My tongue darted up and down the length of her soles, savored the texture of the wrinkles, and returned to her tightly clinched toes. Her little body writhed with ecstasy, her feet twitched wildly in response to the intense pleasure that I was giving her. She made little whimpering sounds, as she enjoyed each orgasmic wave. I kept sucking and licking her feet, while my throbbing manhood stroked her from the inside, until her orgasm subsided. I, then laid next to her as she relaxed in my arms. "Oh, God! she said, still out of breath, "I have never had anyone do that to my feet before. That was wonderful!"

After she laid in my arms for several minutes, her hand reached down between my legs and stroked my still erect cock. "You're still hard!" she exclaimed. "I know," I replied as I slid down, positioning my body between her legs, and began stimulating her clit with my lips and tongue again. She was becoming aroused all over again, but my arousal had never left. I sucked and licked her throbbing clit with passion as she thrust her mound into my face. I pushed one of her feet under my hips, and began thrusting my swollen penis over it. Her other foot rested on my lower back. As I continued to orally manipulate her clit, my cock thrust back on forth over the length of her small foot. She quick caught on to what I was doing and enhanced the stimulation my rotating her ankle and manipulating my cock with her toes.  My oral ministrations pushed her to the brink of climax once more, as she arched her pelvis into my face. I licked and sucked her as vigorously as I could, sending more waves of orgasmic bliss through her little body. I felt her foot under my cock twitched and its toes curl tightly as the waves of passion surged through her body a second time. I continued guiding her though her orgasm with my lips and tongue until it passed, and she relaxed again.

Rubbing my erect member on her foot had excited me almost to the point of exploding. I took her other foot and placed in next to the first. She knew exactly what I wanted her to do, as she pressed her soles together. I laid my pulsating manhood between her soles and thrust back and forth over the length of her feet. My pre-cum soaked the soles of her feet, allowing my member to slide easily between them. Within in a couple of minutes, I was at my peak of excitement. The spasms in my groin sent waves of pleasure all over my body and streams of cum over Evelyn's, cute soles and toes. I could feel her toes gripping the shaft of my cock, as I pumped it wildly between her feet, spewing more sperm over them until I was milked dry. She wiggled her toes over the shaft just as the last little spasms subsided. After I was drained, I still felt her flexing feet and gripping toes around my spent cock, milking it for every drop. I collapse, my spent member still between her cum-drenched feet, my head laying on her mound. We stayed that way for several minutes until I moved up beside her, and she relaxed in my arms once more.

We complimented each other one how great a lover each of us had been, and promised to see each other again. We continued to satisfy each other sexually for several months, but never developed a "meaningful" relationship. Our difference in ages prevented us from finding common interests outside the bedroom, but in bed, it made absolutely no difference.
 

Lisa

by GeorgeH

Lisa became our group's new secretary last spring. She looked to be in her mid-30s, dark blond hair, tall and slightly heavy. When I first met her she was wearing a short, silk burgundy print dress that showed an ample portion of thigh, with very shear flesh-colored pantyhose, and high spiked heel pumps. Her legs were her most attractive asset. They were perfect, with slightly plump thighs, very shapely calves, that tapered to very slender ankles, that ended in sexy size 8  medium width feet. Her arches were high enough so that they always peek out from the side of the pumps. Every time she walked past me, I would get weak in the knees, and drooled over those lovely legs and feet. Her body was nice, though her hips were a bit wide for her body, and she had smallish breast, but nothing could compare to the loveliness of her feet and legs.

Her physical attractiveness was offset by her spoiled little bratty personality. She was the type who had known that she was cute since she was 3, and had used it to charm her way into getting anything she wanted. She loved being the center of attention.  Because of this attitude, I did not particularly like her, but I thought that I could work with her OK.

One morning, she had asked me to help her order office supplies, because she was not familiar with the forms and procedures. I sat in a chair next to behind her desk and began explaining what she needed to do. She was wearing a short, dark blue tight skirt and a light blue sweater. She had on shear smoky  pantyhose, with light blue pumps. With one leg crossed over the other, her foot dangled seductively before me, her shoe just coming off her foot enough to expose her lovely arch. The nylons were so shear, I could clearly see the skin texture of her foot through them, especially the wrinkles across her sole. As we worked together, my eyes kept returning to that sexy foot, caressed by those sexy blue pumps, her delicate, slender ankle, and firm, sculptured, calf. She unconsciously rotated her ankle causing the toe to trace little circles in the air. It was difficult to concentrate on work with that beautiful foot, dancing before my lusting eyes. After I finished explaining the process for ordering supplies, she smiled and thanked me. As I stood up to return to my office, she stopped me saying, "I have one more question."  She beckoned for me to come closer, then whispered, "Why did you keep looking at my foot?" I became flush with embarrassment. I didn't think I was that obvious. As I attempted to feign ignorance to her question, she said, smiling coyly, "Never mind. That's OK." I returned to my office quickly, and sat there for a few minutes to recover from my embarrassment.

The following Monday she stopped in my office to bring me my mail. "Good morning, " she said in her usual perky tone. That day she was wearing a clinging, silk, emerald green dress with green suede  pumps. Summer had started, and it was beginning to get warm, so she had opt to not wear hosiery that morning. This was the first time I had seen her without them. Her bare feet looked wonderful in the sexy green pumps. She stood in front of my office door leaning against the wall as we chatted about the weekend, and other small talk subjects. As she shifted her wait to one foot, the other one slipped partially out of the shoe, exposing her gracefully curved arch and most of her sexy toes, just hiding the tips. My eyes instinctively dropped to absorb this erotic vision before me, but I refocused on her face, almost immediately so as to not repeat the last week's uncomfortable episode. With her standing in my doorway, we continued out little chat for several minutes while the shifted her weight from one foot to the other, slipping the free foot in and out of its pump. Just before she left my office, she walked over to me, and said, "Really,  what is this thing for feet that you have?" Smiling devilishly, she turned and left my office, not waiting for an answer. I was more curious than embarrassed this time. Yes, she had caught me looking at her feet again, but her tone was not one of anger or disgust, but of interest and curiosity. I thought about it for a minute or two, and then got involve in my work.

Later that afternoon, Lisa and I were scheduled to work on the monthly report, together. The boss was on vacation for a week so I was selected to do the month report for him in his absence. Lisa and I went to a small conference room, spread out the work over the round table, and began pulling together data for the report. I tried not to look at her feet, but have a weakness for bare feet in high heels, and hers looked so good in those emerald green pumps. When she would be focusing on a piece of paper work or writing some notes, I would steal a glimpse of the lovely feet. The tops of her feet looked so smooth and soft, that I wanted to rub my fingers over them. The toes of the shoes were cut such that they exposed a lot of toe cleavage, a real turn on for me. I imagined my tongue licking over the top of her feet, probing the cleavage between each toes, and licking into the gap between the side of the shoe and the arch of her foot. Avoiding the risk of being caught again, I only stole one or two second glances, but I mentally photographed every detail of her feet and pumps. After about an hour, Lisa leaned back in her chair and stretched as if to take a short break from the work we wee doing. She leaned over to me and whispered, "Are you going to tell me about your attraction to my feet?" I began perspiring from nervousness. "What do you mean?" I said evasively. "You always watch my feet," she said just above a whisper. "I am just curious about what you like about them." She looked at me with the feigned innocent little girl look that I know has worked for her many times. "Aren't you going to tell me?" she said as she raised her leg straight out in front of her, with her pump dangling from the tips of her toes. I started becoming aroused just by looking at her gorgeous almost-bare foot, suspended in mid air inches from my knee. I could reach out and touched it. Oh, I wanted to so badly. She had such a lovely arch and wrinkled sole that were accentuated by the fact that she was pointing her toes as she held her leg up. The shoe fell from her foot uncovering five of the most beautiful toes that I have ever seen. They were long and graceful, but not too thin and bony. The nails were painted a dark red color, almost burgundy, and they looked so suckable. They were perfect toes on a perfect foot. A few seconds after the shoe fell, she slowly lowered her foot, and wiggled it very sensuously back into the pump. I watched intently as she replaced her foot back into her shoe, and Lisa watched me watching her. When I finally tore my eyes away from her seductive foot and looked at her face, she was smiling, "You really do like my feet, don't you? Admit it." The was a long moment of silence before I responded, "Yes, yes, I do." She smiled more broadly with a strange look of satisfaction. We took a break. I went to the men's room to regain my composure. I was sweating and my manhood was becoming erect from the sensuality of the episode. I washed my face, got myself together, and returned to the conference room. We finished the report with no more said about her feet, but I continued admiring them during the rest of the meeting.

That Friday, Lisa stopped in my office just before lunch, to ask me if I could give her a ride to the auto shop at lunch time. She had left her car there in the morning, and she needed a ride to pick it up around noon. I agreed, and at quarter until noon we left in my car for lunch, with plans to stop by the auto shop afterwards. She must have had an extensive wardrobe, because over the month that she had been our secretary, I had rarely seen her wear an outfit twice. That day she wore a brown conservative business suite, and a pair of matching brown, very high-heeled pumps, and shear, flesh colored stockings. She always wore pumps with 4- to 5-inch spiked heels. They had become her trademark around the office, spawning jokes like, "Don't piss Lisa off or she will stomp you with those spiked heels." I am sure someone in the office fantasizes about that.

We arrived at a Chinese restaurant, and were escorted to a table for two. After ordering our lunch, she crossed one leg over the other, and dangled it at the side of the table. She leaned over and said softly, "So tell me, what do you do with feet." This caught me by surprise, because nothing had be said about it since Monday afternoon in the conference room. I though that her curiosity had been satisfied then, and did not expect her to bring it up it again. "What do you mean," I asked. "Well, I know you like feet, but do you do anything to them, rub them or, maybe... kiss them?" She was swinging her leg back and forth seductively by the side of the table, missing my leg by inches on each swing. "That's kind of personal," I replied defensively. "Well, if you won't tell me, I will have to guess," she said playfully. "I bet you like to rub them, and kiss them, and .... lick the toes. Am I right?" She said enthusiastically. I said absolutely nothing, and kept an expressionless poker-faced look. "What else could you do with feet," she said, casting her eye upward as if searching for answer. "Do you like shoes, too? I have heard of guys that like to have sex with shoes. Do you  like that?" Still, I remained expressionless, but her talk about the subject started getting me turned on. "I bet you give good foot massages," she said as she rubbed the top of her foot on my knee. The waiter brought our lunch. "Come on. I don't mean to embarrass you," she said in a consoling way. "I am just interested in why you always stare at my feet. I think your little 'foot thing' is cute." I told her that I had always been attracted to feet and legs, like some men are attracted to breasts of butts. She interrupted my explanation, saying, "But guys that like breasts do things with them, sexual things like kissing, licking.....sucking. What can you do with feet? The same things?" I was nervey, but not quite as nervous as I was in the conference room that previous Monday, and responded as tersely as I could, "Pretty much the same things."  "Gee, that's interesting," she said. When we finished our lunch, we picked up her car from the mechanic, and returned to work.

Over the next few weeks, she made it a point to come in my office and carry on small talk conversations. She would always find ways to bring up my foot preference in the conversation. She would say and do little seductive foot things, like saying, "Do you like my shoes today?" as she dangled them from her toes, or saying, "My feet or so tired," as she sat in a chair, removed one shoe, and began rubbing her foot. It was obvious that she was enjoying teasing me with her feet. Officially, this could have been serious grounds for a sexual harassment charge, but I love it! I hated her, but I loved what she was doing. Each day, I anticipated her visits to my office, and wondered how she would tease me with her feet. I started to expect it. If she didn't come by one day, I felt neglected, and wondered if she had grown tired of the teasing, and if the novelty had  worn off. Sometime she ignored me for a few days, and then from nowhere, she would tease me by saying something about her feet or doing something seductive with them. One afternoon, she came in, sat in my guest chair, removed both shoes, and put her bare feet on my desk a foot away from my face, and said, "Do you think I have pretty feet?" I hesitated for a moment, as I gazed in awe at her gorgeous soles and toes,  then answered her truthfully, "Yes, very much so." She was always discreet and as far as I know, no one ever suspected that anything unusual was going on between us.

Our office group was attending a small going away party for one of our co-workers who was leaving the company. About a dozen of us met at the bar of one of the local hotels for a few drinks. Lisa was there in all of her glory. Her wardrobe choices for that day were a purple, silk dress, with black, black patent leather pumps with 4-inch high heels, and no hosiery.  As usual, she was the center of attention. I intentionally avoided her and the crowd of guys that always attended her, and sat with a couple of my closer work associates. After a couple of hours, the party dispersed, leaving Lisa and me as the only remaining members of our work group left in the bar. Lisa came over to my table. "Well, I guess we are the only ones left. Do you mind if I sit here?" she asked.  I nodded in approval, and she sat across from me at the table.

We talked about how nice the party was, how we would miss the guy who was leaving, and other trivial topics of conversation for about twenty minutes. From the whimsical look in her eyes, I could tell she was about to change the subject of conversation. "You know, I am still curious about your foot thing," she said. I hated when she called it my "foot thing," but I said nothing, and looked at her waiting for her to continue. "I talked to my cousin that used to have a boyfriend that did all kinds of strange things to her feet," she continued. I could tell she was waiting for me to comment on her statement. I waited for a few moments, and then replied. "What did he do?" She went on, but in more of a whisper, "She said that he 'worshipped' her feet. What does that mean?" "You should ask her," I replied. "What is worshipping feet? She asked. "It sounds kinky. I bet it's like kissing them and sucking the toes, that kind of thing." I remained silent, then she went on. "That actually sounds like it could be fun." She laughed.  "Do you worship feet?" she said in a very seductive tone. I said nothing. She continued. "You do like my feet, we established that already. Look, I will just come out and say it..... Would you like to worship my feet?" She crossed her legs to the side of the table so I could see her luscious bare foot, nestled into those sexy black patent leather pumps. She rotated her foot sensuously, as my eyes absorbed the lovely sight of the soft smooth top,  gracefully sculptured arch, and enticing toe cleavage, all embraced in a sexy black shoe. After a long pause, still gazing at her lovely foot, I said, "Yes, I would." I reached my hand down the side of the table and rubbed the top of her foot with my fingers. The soft skin of her foot was pleasant to my touch,  Just that brief contact with her wonderful foot sent erotic chills through me. "When?" I asked, withdrawing my hand from her foot. "Tonight," she replied immediately. "Can you get a room here?" I looked around the bar for any familiar face from the office. I saw no one that I knew. "Wait here," I said. "I will be right back." I got up, left the bar, and went to the hotel lobby. I look carefully to see if there was anyone that would recognize me, but saw no familiar faces. I quickly went to the front desk and rented a room for the night.  When I returned to the table, I told Lisa the room number. We agreed that it would be more discreet that we not go to the room together. I went first and she followed a few minutes later. I wasn't really sure what I was getting into, but I knew that I had an obsession with this woman's feet. She had been cultivating these feelings by her constant teasing for almost two months. I knew that I had to go through with this to its ultimate outcome.

We looked at each other nervously as she sat in the armchair and I sat on the edge of the bed. "Well, here we are," she said, her voice shaking a bit betraying her nervousness.  "What do we do now?"  I walked over to her, sat on the floor in front of her, and said, "What would you like me to do?" "You are going to teach me about foot worshipping, right?" she said as she raised her foot and rested her heel on my shoulder. I turned my face toward her lovely foot. With my nose an inch away from it, I could smell the combination of sweat, perfume, and leather, that blended into a wonderfully intoxicating aroma. I planted a light kiss on the inside of her ankle, another one on her instep, and yet another one on the top of her foot near her toes. Turning back to see her face, I noticed that she showed no expression, but her eyes were watching me intently. With both hands, I removed her foot from my shoulder, and held it in front of my face. I admired it as though it were a priceless art treasure. Her full, shapely thigh tapered to form a beautiful, slender ankle. The top of her foot was soft and smooth to my touch. Her pumps exposed just he right amount of toe cleavage to peek my curiosity about the treasures that remained unseen. The instep of the pump flashed ample amounts of an erotically wrinkled arch, which curved with such grace, it challenged the classic beauty of a Greek sculpture. I kissed her lovely ankle, lightly licking it with my tongue. My tongue, then,  began its sensuous journey. Starting at the front of the ankle, it moved down to the top of the foot. As my tongue slowly traversed its length, the soft texture and slightly salty taste aroused the foot lust in me. It retraced its path along the top of her foot several times, before continuing forward to the toes. There, it probed the toe cleavage, and savored the slick texture of the adjacent patent leather. I glanced at her face. She was still watching me intently, and flashed a slight smile when I caught her eye. With her foot still cradled in my hands, I explored her instep and arch with my lips and tongue. My mouth opened widely, and clamped firmly over her instep, as my tongue probed wildly between the side of the shoe and the arch of her lovely foot. I enjoyed the wrinkled texture and even saltier taste of her arch, as my tongue darted over it. With my lips still firmly planted on her instep, I glance up to see her face. Her eyes were large with amazement, as she watched me with single-minded concentration. After sufficiently worshipping her foot, I switched to the other one, and gave it equal attention.

I suddenly realized my hypocritical attitude about this encounter. I did not like her as a person at all, but I had an uncontrollable lust for her feet. Her teasing over the last two months had angered, as well as titillated me. I had been aware of these conflicting feelings about her since the beginning, but it was at this moment, with my cock rock hard and her feet in my mouth that I fully realized the irony of the situation. However, it was the lust in me that was predominant now, so I continued worshipping her feet and shoes with passion.

I released her foot, placing it beside the other one on the floor in front of me. I sat back and looked directly into Lisa's eye, and said, "Does that satisfy your curiosity?" For the first time since I met her, she was speechless. She just stared at me, her eyes wide, and her mouth slightly open as if to speak, but she remained silent. After a few seconds of silence, I said, "I can go on if you would like." She nodded her head in approval. I bent over to her feet, still together on the floor, and kissed and licked over the tops of both of them, around her ankles, and over the toe cleavage. I sat up, and began unbuttoning my shirt. "What are you doing?" she said breaking the long silence. "Didn't you say you were interest in what I did to feet?" I said, "Well, I am going to show you." She looked a little nervous as I unbuckled my belt, and unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. I enjoyed watching her squirm nervously for a change, repaying her for the many times she had made me nervous. I removed my pants and sat on the floor before her in my briefs and socks. She looked at the bulge in my briefs that had formed from the excitement of worshipping her feet. "Did my feet do all of that?" she said in a humorous tone. "Yes, and I hope they will do more." I replied, as I laid on the floor, and continued enjoying the smells, tastes, and textures of her feet and pumps.

My burgeoning cock was throbbing with excitement from my oral ministration of Lisa's feet and shoes. I laid on my side, and separated her feet on the floor such that I could continue worshipping one of them orally, while my cock could explore the other one. She was a little more relaxed now, and was leaning back comfortably in  the armchair. Her feet, still in those beautiful pumps, were on the floor, one at my face, the other one, inches from the bulge in my briefs. I placed my lips over the top of her foot, my tongue tracing little circles over it. With my hand, I nudged the other foot closer to me so it slightly pressed against my bulge. Lisa offered no resistance, so I assumed that she approved. As my tongue danced over her foot and shoe, I pressed the other one more firmly to my hard cock. I pulled the front of my briefs down to expose my naked, rigid manhood to her foot and shoe. The feel of her foot on my throbbing cock filled me with erotic pleasure. This is what I had fantasized about for months! Her constant teasing at work had heightened my senses in anticipation of this moment. My lips and tongue went wild on one foot and shoe, as I rubbed the tip of my cock long the length of the other one. Seeing the little trails of pre-cum on her foot, that my cock had left behind, inspired me to switch  her feet. As I licked the pre-cum from the top of her foot, my cock head was traversing the length of the foot I had orally worshipped before. The salty taste of my pre-cum fluids combined well with the taste and texture of her foot to carry me to new heights of arousal. Lisa began to rock the foot at my cock back and forth on her spiked heel, enhancing the stimulation. This was the first reciprocal action she had done since this started. Before, she had been completely passive to my ministrations of her feet.

I removed my briefs completely and laid on my stomach with one of her feet under  my cock and the other one at my face. I moved my hips slowly, causing my stiff cock to slide back and forth across the top of her foot, as I continued making oral love to her other one. The feel of the soft skin of her foot and the slick, hardness of the toe of her patent leather pump on the underside of my swollen cock was exquisite. I rotated my hips with more force, increasing the sensation of her foot and shoe under my manhood. My tongue darted madly over her other foot and shoe. I partially remove her foot from the shoe to expose more of her sole to my licking tongue. The taste and wrinkled texture of her sole on my tongue titillated me immensely, as I sucked, and kissed, and licked it with intense passion.

My cock was within seconds of bursting in climax, as I continued thrusting it over  the top of her feet. I stopped, because I wanted to see my manhood erupt on her feet in all of its glory. Sitting on the floor in front of her, I placed her feet together in my lap. I began to stroke my cock  with one hand while I held her feet together, in my lap, with the other one, being careful that those deadly spiked heels did not dig into my flesh. I rubbed my sensitive cock head all over her feet. I especially enjoyed loosening her shoe enough to push the head between the shoe and her bare arch. She sat up and watched with intense interest as I stroked my cock. Having no lotion available, I used my own saliva to lubricate my hand. I pumped and pumped my cock wildly, as my balls rested on the toes of her shoes. The familiar pre-climactic churning feeling started in my balls, and radiated through my groin. The dull ache in my balls served as a warning of the wrenching orgasmic spasm that soon followed. It felt as if every muscle in my body convulsed and every nerve fired at once, as the intensely wonderful orgasmic sensations shot through me, sending a powerful, thick stream of hot, creamy cum over the top of her foot. It splattered against the front of her ankle, and ran down over the top of her foot in a thick stream. As I continued to pump my throbbing dick, I could feel the next wave surge through my loins, spewing another load of juice over the top of the other foot, dripping down her instep over her arch and into her shoe. I kept stroking my cock, milking two more spurts of the milky fluid over the toes of her shoes, dripping into her toe cleavage, before I relaxed in the afterglow of satisfaction. Lisa's eyes were wide with awe, but she still said nothing.

I was physically drained, but I was still mentally charged with excitement. I laid on my stomach, and began examining her cum-soaked feet and shoes. One ankle was soaked from my first surge, with a little river of cum trailing down the front of her ankle to the top of her foot. The other foot had a pool of it on top. The stream of semen trickling over her gracefully curved arch into her shoe looked very erotic, as did the drops of sperm that had trickled from the tops of her patent leather pumps, and had settled in the cleavage between her toes. The erotic vision of this turned me on, as I began kissing and licking her cum-drench feet with passion. My tongued traversed the length of her feet, licking the cum from her ankles, her lovely arch, and relishing the drops from her sexy toe cleavage. I even licked some of it from the toes of her pumps, something I generally do not do, but I was so charged up by all that had happened, I was willing to push the frontiers of eroticism.

When I finished, I sat back and looked at Lisa. She looked back, her eyes wide with awe, and her mouth open in astonishment. "Well, that is what I do to feet," I said. There was a long pause. Then, she finally broke the silence and said, "I would never have believed how erotic that could be! where did you pick that up?" I explained that my foot preference goes back to pre-puberty, and that I had had a sexual love for feet ever since. She still looked amazed.

She stood up and went to the bathroom, as I sat on the bed, still naked. I had very mixed feelings about what had happened. While I did not like Lisa as a person (she had taken the act of being a bitch and had cultivated it to an art form), I was ecstatic about her feet. I loved and hated the experience, simultaneously, just as I had loved and hated the office teasing. The collage of mixed emotions and thoughts did nothing but confuse me. Reviewing the last hour's events in my mind aroused me to erection, again. After a few minutes, Lisa returned from the bathroom, and immediately left the hotel room, only saying a quick "Goodbye, see you at the office." I sat on the bed, thoroughly pissed by her abrupt exit. The anger killed the erection that was building, as I laid back on the bed, contemplating my situation.

The next day, Lisa brought my mail to my office as usual, with her perky "Good morning." We engaged in small talk as though nothing had happened the evening before. I felt uncomfortable not talking about the bizarre episode that was still fresh on my mind, but I would have probably been even more uncomfortable talking about it. Our chat continued for a few minutes, then she left and we both began our respective work day activities. As she left, I realized that there was one significant difference with our brief morning interaction, I had not looked at her feet, not even a glance. I did not know the color of her shoes or whether or not she was wearing hosiery. In fact, I hadn't even thought of glancing at them while she was in the office. The previous night's encounter had affected me more than I thought. The rest of the day was fairly normal. Our interactions were strictly professional, with no discussion of last night nor of feet at all. I did manage to glance at her feet, but I have forgotten what she was wearing that day.

The next day, as Lisa performed her perky  "Good Morning" ritual just inside my office door, she walked over to my desk, leaned toward me, and whispered, "Don't you think we need to talk? How about lunch?" Maybe talking would clear the air, so I agreed. She left the office and we started our working day.

We left for lunch around 11:30 to beat the crowds. I suggested a deli that was several miles from the office, where we would have less chance of meeting our co-workers, and she agreed. While she was driving to the deli, my eyes scanned her legs and feet. She was wearing a pink knit dress with shear flesh-tone pantyhose and brown pumps. Like many women, she took her shoes off  to drive, because the high heels make it awkward to operate the pedals. I intently watched her stocking-clad foot operate the pedals as she drove. I was especially aroused by the flexing of her toes as the pressed and released the accelerator, and could easily imagine replacing that pedal with various parts of my anatomy.  This was the first time since the hotel adventure that I had taken a long look at Lisa, trying to avoid her at the office. The sight of those luscious legs and feet aroused as well as angered me. I was aroused my her sensuous legs and feet, but angry at myself for succumbing  to their intoxicating effects.

We arrived at the deli, and found a table away from the main traffic areas. We looked at each other nervously, avoiding real eye contact, as we sat on opposite sides of the table. "How did you feel about the other night?" she asked, breaking the awkward silence. "I had very mixed feeling," I responded. "I am sorry it happened." "Why?" she asked in a surprised tone. "You seemed to enjoy it."

Just then the waitress took our order. I ordered a corned beef sandwich, and Lisa ordered a chicken salad sandwich. I hate chicken salad.

"I Oh, I enjoyed it a lot, " I replied, after the waitress left. "...but..." "I am sorry that I left in such a hurry afterwards," she interrupted. " but I had to get home. We were expecting guests that evening." She continued, "It really turned me on watching you ... do your thing with my feet."  "How did it turn you on, Lisa?" I asked. She thought for a few seconds and, then, replied. "It made me feel desirable, wanted, lusted after, important. It's kind of hard to explain, but I got chills watching you make love to my feet." This was consistent with her actions in public. She always went out of her way to be noticed and admired. She thrived on being the center of attention. Her style of dress, her demeanor, the flamboyant way she enters a room all demonstrate her need for attention. My attention to her feet must have satisfied this need in a big way. "Do we have to analyze it?" She said, "Why can't we just enjoy it and go on? We obviously have complimenting desires." Her reasoning would have made sense, except that I had the small problem of just not liking her. I couldn't tell her that the conflict of loving her feet, but not liking her was the main source of my problem. I responded with a comment about another, but less significant problem. "If the people at work find out, it could be bad for both of us. It could affect our careers, home life. We are both married, and..." She interrupted me in mid sentence, saying, "I have always been very discreet. I value my job and marriage just as much as you do, so that should not be an issue."

The waitress brought our sandwiches, and left. Lisa was right again, but I did not respond. I tried to change the subject, asking her how she liked the chicken salad (yuck), but she steered the conversation back, asking, "Does this mean we can't enjoy each other any more? As she looked at me with that "cute" little girl pout that I had learned to hate. Suddenly, I felt her stocking-covered toes sliding over the back of my hand that was in my lap. The feel of it sent a quick chill through me. She removed her foot, and placed it back into her shoe. Crossing her legs, she let one foot dangle along the side of the table. I glanced at it a few times I ate my sandwich. The hose was so shear I could see the little creasing in the skin around her toe cleavage. "I don't know. Let me think about it." I said. "OK!" she said tersely, her tone indicating the frustration of a little spoiled brat who couldn't get her way. We finished our lunch with very little further conversation, and returned to work. On the way back, I marveled at her stockinged foot on the pedals, again, and hated myself for it.

The next couple of weeks were relatively normal. I traveled on business several times and was not in the office much. When I was, the interactions between Lisa and me were cordial, but professional, with almost no talk of our little secret. She did, however, continue her "good morning" sessions at the door of my office, displaying her latest wardrobe components, with the shoes and hosiery of the day. I really did look forward to those little sessions, just to see what she was wearing, especially on her feet and legs. They were always sensual and stimulating.  My obsession with her had not died, and I was just starting to admit that fact to myself.

The long, awaited weekend had arrived, and I was in the local shopping mall, picking up some odds and ends, and marveling at the young ladies that always seem to swarm around shopping malls. While I stood in a bookstore, browsing over the new releases, I heard a familiar voice speak, seemingly out of thin air, "What are you doing here?" I turned toward the direction of the voice, and there she was, the "lovely" Lisa, with a rather large, robust looking fellow standing beside her. "Hi, Lisa," I said, surprised to see her in my world away from work. She was wearing white denim shorts (very short) with a blue T-shirt. Those lovely feet were encased in a pair of ultra-sexy high heeled white skimpy-strapped sandals, which exposed that wonderfully, sculptured arch and succulent toes. The large, muscular  fellow was her husband, Jack, who she introduced to me cordially. He seemed like an amiable guy, much too nice of a person to be married to her. Jack also looked as though he would easily kick my ass if had found out what I had done to his wife's feet. This gave me the inspiration to capture the visions of Lisa's sexy feet in very short, discrete glances. We spoke for a few minutes,  then went our separate ways.

The following Monday morning, Lisa had just arrived at my office door, looking stunning as usual. After we got the small talk out of the way she walked over to me and said softly, "Can we get together tonight?" I was a little surprised. I thought our little escapade was over. Part of me wanted it to be over and part of me didn't. After a few seconds pause, I said, "When?" "Jack is leaving on a business trip tonight at 6:30." She explained.  "I have a few things to do after that, but I can meet you around 8:00. Can you do it?" Just the thought of being with those lovely legs and feet aroused me. In seconds, I had rationalized how this was only physical satisfaction, and how I shouldn't let petty emotions (like hating her personally) stand in the way of erotic sexual pleasure. I owe this to myself. I confirmed the theory that a stiff cock can rationalize anything to get satisfied, and said "No problem. Where do you want to meet." She told me to get a hotel after work and notify her via the office voice mail. She would listen to it around 7:00 and meet me at the location that I specified around 8:00. We agreed on the plan, she left, and we began our working day.

I left work at 6:00 and drove to a hotel sufficient far from the office and my home to reduce the chance of running into someone I knew. After I checked into the room around 6:30, I called Lisa's voice mail number and left a message, telling her where to meet me. Then, I called home to tell my wife that I would be very late coming home. I had an hour and a half until Lisa would arrive, so I decided to have some dinner in a small diner down the street from the hotel. While I ate, I was eager with anticipation over meeting Lisa again. I thought of our first encounter and how sexually gratifying it was. I recalled the images of her sexy legs and feet, that had been burned in my mind as a permanent record. My mind conveniently discarded the negative aspects of the episode, and only focused on the erotic pleasures that I had experience, and hopefully, would experience again tonight. I finished dinner, and returned to the hotel room, refreshed myself with a shower, put my shirt and pants back on (no underwear nor socks), and watched a little mindless television until she arrived.

At about 8:10, there was a little tap on the door. My heart raced with anticipation as I opened it and gazed upon the image of sensuality that entered. Lisa wore a blue, silk, printed dress that clung to her body. Her hose was very shear and black, with dark blue, suede high heeled pumps. She was gorgeous! "Good evening," she said in her perky voice as she strode across the room, placing her purse on the bedside table. "Hi," I replied, as my eyes followed her every move. She sat on the foot of the bed, and sighed, saying, "Well, I'm here." "So am I," I replied as I sat next to her. We exchanged nervous smiles, then discussed the events of the work day to fill the silence.

When I reached down to lift her leg into my lap, she resisted firmly saying, "No! I like it when you are on the floor," and adding in a more seductive tone, "Now get down there and begin worshipping my feet....please." I slid myself to the floor, and sat just admiring her feet and legs for a few moments. Then, I lifted her foot to my lips and began kissing the top of it. I prefer bare feet, but there was something very sensual about her foot in the shear nylon. They were shear enough to see the detailed shapes and textures within, especially the wrinkly texture of the arch, the graceful shape of the ankle, and the lovely little details of the toe cleavage. I placed kisses all over the top of her foot, licking my tongue in little circles around each spot that I kissed. I had never worshipped a nylon-clad foot before. The taste and texture of the nylon on my lips and tongue were exquisitely unique. There was also a unique smell that the nylon added to the normal aroma of her foot. I never though that I would like it, always preferring bare feet, but this was very erotic.

"Now do the other one!" she demanded as she removed the foot from my hand, replacing it with the other one. I started savoring the taste and texture of the other stocking-covered foot, loving it as much as the first. I noticed that the first foot had found it way into my crotch. I reached down and pressed it firmly to my bulging manhood, as I continued kissing and licking her foot with even more passion. She slipped the pump off her foot just slightly, enough to allow my tongue access to her arch and sole. I licked along the length of her arch, back and forth, relishing the tastes and textures on my tongue, while her other foot gently nudged my throbbing manhood. Just as before, her eyes absorbed everything that I did to her feet.

"When are going to take off those clothes?" she said, more in the tone of an order that a question. I quickly removed my pants and shirt, and resumed my worshipping of her feet. "Lie on your stomach and worship my feet" she said, as she pushed my face away with the toe of her shoe. Her increasingly dominant tone was beginning to annoy me, but, in my highly aroused state, I tolerated it in anticipation of pleasures to come. Lying on my stomach complete naked before her, I began kissing and licking her nylon-caressed feet, framed in those sexy blue pumps, with fervor that reflected my intensity heightened state of arousal. My tongued probed her sexy toe cleavage, sensing the contrast between the texture of the silky nylon-covered toes and the soft, fuzzy suede. Lisa removed one of her feet from the ministrations of tongue. Soon, I felt the sharp, pointed heel of her shoe, trace down my back, and over my buttocks, just slightly invading the sensitive area between the cheeks. She probed between my butt cheeks with the toe of her shoe, invading that sensitive domain ever so slightly, as I continued worshipping the other foot passionately. She was elevating me to levels of erotic pleasure where I had rarely ventured before. Every nerve in my body was in a state of heightened sensitivity, amplifying the sensation of every touch. I felt the toe of her shoes trying to wedge itself under my hips, between them and the floor. Slightly lifting my hips from the floor, I permitted her foot to slip under my throbbing cock. I rotated my hips, causing my rigid member to slide back and forth across the top of her toes. The sensation of her nylon-covered toes and the toe of the suede pump on my pulsing manhood sent erotic thrills surging through my loins. 

Just as I was reaching the peak of my excitement, she suddenly removed her feet from my groin and my worshipping mouth, and sternly said, "Lie on you back." "Why," I asked. "Because I want you to," she responded. I hesitated for a few seconds, then obeyed her command. Lying on my back, on the floor before her feet, fully nude, my erect cock throbbing with every beat of my heart, Lisa rubbed her pointed heels slowly over my highly sensitized body. Starting at my chest, she traced them down my stomach, and circled my groin, causing my skin to twitch with titillation.  She ran them over the inside of my thighs, sending chills up and down my spine. My body quivered as she traced her sharp heels up and down the underside of my erect cock. The toe of her shoe found its way under by scrotum, and began prodding my balls. I grasped my cock with my hand and began stroking it. Breaking the silence, Lisa said "What are you doing? Remove your hand. You can't release yet. I will let you know when." I continued rubbing my engorged dick. She removed her feet from my body, and repeated, more sternly this time, "Remove your hand! I am not done with you, yet." The demanding tone angered me, but my ego took a back seat to my lust and I complied. She continued teasing me, endlessly, rubbing her heels over my body, making me kiss and lick her feet and shoes. On several occasions her pointed heels would hurt as they poked into my flesh. When I complained she would stop, but offer no apology, indicating to me that the incidences were not accidents. Anytime I tried to remove her shoes, she resisted and told me she wanted to keep them on. Her ministrations stimulated and angered me at the same time.

After teasing me for what seemed like eternity, she finally said, "Sit up." I did immediately.  "I bet you would like some relief now. You can get yourself off, while you continue worshipping my feet." I retrieved some lotion that I had brought, and put a few drops in my hand. With one shoed foot in my lap and the other one raised to my lips, I began stroking myself, while I orally worshipped her foot. Because of her endless teasing, it did not take long before I felt the rumbling in my groin, signaling the approaching eruption. I clamped my mouth over the top of one foot, sucking it hard, my tongue darting over it wildly, while my hand stroked pulsating cock to orgasm. Streams of creamy cum shot over the top of her nylon-clad foot and the toe of the suede shoe, as I continued pumping my cock feverishly. I stopped my oral ministrations, and watched the last of my semen spurt onto her foot and shoe. The sight of the cream-colored juices on the black nylon was very erotic. As I rubbed the saturated hose with my fingers, I could see the cum, that has seeped through the nylon, smear over her bare skin of her foot within. I found that particular vision very exciting.

She lifted her cum-soaked foot to my lips, waiting for me to lick my emissions from it, as I had done before, but the mixed feeling that I had about this entire ordeal killed any desire in me to do so. As I immediately stood up, she said, "You're not finished...." "Yes I am." I replied, before she could complete her sentence. I gathered  my clothes, and went into the bathroom to wash up and dress. When I returned, Lisa was sitting at the foot of the bed, wiping the remaining cum from her foot and shoe with the sheet. She seemed to be having a little problem removing some stubborn spots that had absorbed into the suede, which gave me some satisfaction.  "Excuse me," she said angrily, as she rushed into the bathroom. As I sat in the chair, the though of the evening's events sickened me. How could I let lust drive me to such humiliation, especially with this bitch? I hated her, and I was beginning to not like myself very much. After a few minutes, Lisa came from the bathroom, hastily gathered her belonging, and left the room without saying a single word.

I cannot go through this again. This madness must end! But in spite of reason, I would allow the madness to continue for a little longer.

To be continued....
 

Yvette

by GeorgeH

I had always been secretive about my foot fetish. I had a hard time opening up with girl about it. During sex, I would subtly steal a kiss on my date's foot or discretely massage her toes, but would not let on that I was a serious foot freak.

I lived with a girl for about a year who really allowed me to open up about my fetish. She was a 20 year old Black-Italian girl named Yvette. She was about 5'6" and 125 pounds. The mixture of Black and Italian background gave her the most beautiful complexion. She was a real sex freak and could always outlast me. We sometimes made love 4 or 5 times a day, which was very satisfying, though draining for me. We did not use any birth control. She could not take the pill for medical reasons, I hated condoms, and she hated the diaphragm. So, I would always pull out of her when I ejaculated. Usually I would finish by rubbing my cock on her mound or stomach when I came. She also loved to make me cum orally, and I loved to do the same to her. A bonus of giving a girl head is that I am in position to rub my cock on her feet and steal a few foot humps, without her thinking that I was some kind of pervert. All of these were fun and provided natural birth control.

We were in the throws of passionate love-making one night. We were both worked up to a frenzy and were on the verge of climaxing. I decided that I wanted to make her cum orally, so I slide down and began sucking her clitoris. She had an exceptionally long one, which allowed me to actually suck it in and out between my lips while I tickled it with my tongue. In her excitement, she began rubbing her bare feet over my butt cheeks. She had no idea how much she was turning me on. At this point, we had been in a sexual relationship for only a month, and I had not exposed my foot fantasies to her, yet. While giving her head, I position my hips so that her foot slid off of my butt and laid next to my hips. I, then, shifted my body so that her foot was under my cock She was so excited by my oral ministrations, she ignored that I was subtly humping her foot. Soon, she was shaking in orgasmic ecstasy. I could feel her toes twitch under my hard cock with each orgasmic spasm, which drove me to suck her clitoris even more passionately. When her orgasm finally ended, I mounted her, penetrated her wet pussy with my throbbing dick, and began thrusting it in and out of her. She wrapped her long legs around me with her feet resting on my butt. I was so charged up, it did not take me long to cum. Just as I felt the cum beginning to boil in me, I pulled my swollen dick out of her. Just as I moved up to spew my load on her mound, she said, "Cum on my feet" I could not believe what I had heard! I was going to come any time now and I had to make a split-second decision. I felt her feet slide down from my butt and position themselves under my hips. She had put her soles together to form a little cup with her arches. The decision was made; I slid down, slipped my ready-to-erupt cock in the cup formed by her arches, and started thrusting back and forth. I made it just in time, because on the first forward thrust, the orgasm hit, and I spewed my juice all over her soles. I pumped my pulsing cock vigorously in back and forth between her bare, silky feet, spurting more cum on her soles and toes. When I had finished, I looked at her cum-soaked feet. They were beautifully coated with my glistening juices. Most of it was between her arches, but some had managed to cover her toes. "Did you like that? she asked. "Loved it!" I replied. "But I am a little confused. Why did you ask me to cum on your feet?" I asked. "I know you like feet, and I thought you would like doing it," she replied. She explained that she knew I had a foot fetish from the Beginning of the relationship. I guess those stolen foot kisses and sneaky foot humpings were not a subtle as I had thought. After my foot fantasies were brought out into the open, our already great sex life became even better. Footsex became a regular part of our sexual activity.
 

Yvette 2

by GeorgeH
 

My girlfriend, Yvette, lived with me for a couple of years. During that time, I experienced some of the best sexual experiences of my life, including some great foot experiences. She was an uninhibited lady, when it came to sex. After the our first foot encounter, I became very open with her about my preference for foot sex.

One of Yvette's friends, Ana, came to stay with us of a couple of weeks. Ana had been her best friend in high school, but had moved to another city after graduation. Yvette had not seen Ana for several years, and I had never met her. She was coming back to town for a couple of weeks, and we agreed that she could stay with us. When we picked her up at the airport, I was awed by how attractive she was. In spite of being dressed in frumpy traveling clothes (jeans, sweatshirt, sneakers), she was quite a beautiful lady. She was a lovely 5'5" 130 pound Hispanic woman (from Cuba, I think), with long dark brown curly her, big brown eyes, and a lovely smile. Even through the frumpy clothes, I could tell that she had a killer athletic body. When the three of us went out to dinner that night, the girls enjoyed reliving old times. As I became acquainted with her, I  found her to be  quite a likable person. When we returned to my apartment, they continued catching up on lost time, until we finally turned in around midnight. The only place for Ana to sleep in my one-bedroom apartment was on the sofa, but she found it sufficiently comfortable.

On Saturday morning, Ana left to visit some other friends in the city. Yvette and I had not made love since Ana had arrived last Sunday, and we were both getting a little edgy. So, we took  the opportunity of Ana's absence to take care of that. Afterwards, Yvette said in a very serious tone, "I have a confession to make." "OK. What is it?" I asked. She began, "Ana and I were always very close, and when we were in our last year of high school, we.....had a relationship.... and I liked it...a lot." She paused, and I said nothing. "We continued our relationship for several months until she moved away," she added. I still said nothing. A little disturbed by my lack of response, she clarified, "This was a sexual relationship." "I assumed that." I said. "Why are you telling me this?"  "I though you should know," she explained. "and....I still have feeling for her, sexual feelings. She still turns me on." OK, I shouldn't have much of problem with it. After all, Yvette was very open sexually, and I fancied myself as an open man. I should have just accepted this as just another facet of her sexuality. To be honest, I found the thought of Yvette and her beautiful friend getting it on rather erotic. "There's more," she added. "I want to do something about these feelings that I have for her before she leaves." Now things were getting a little complicated. She just told me that she wants to ball her old girlfriend. How open am I expected to be with this? "There is still more," she added. "I want to include you in anything we do." There was a long pause. "Have you discussed this with Ana," I asked. "She suggested it," she replied. "I have told her all about you, and she is anxious to 'get to know you better', if you know what I mean." I knew what she meant, all right, but I didn't know how to take it. "It would be fun," she added. I bet it would be, I thought to myself.

That evening after dinner, the three of use went for a swim in the apartment building's pool. It was a warm night and the pool really felt great. I am sure Ana caught me checking her out in her sexy bikini. This was the first time I had seen so much of her body since she arrived. Wow! What a body! Her round, perfectly shaped butt was one of the nicest I had every seen. Of course, I had to check her feet, which were quite lovely. The were a little large about size 9, medium width, with nicely very nice tapered ankles. I was really attracted to her cute, small, round toes, which looked so suckable. Yvette didn't look too shabby that night either. I always was attracted to her long legs and sexy, sculptured feet from the first time I met her, and they always made me hot anytime saw them. Ana was an excellent swimmer. While she was swimming a few laps, Yvette, sitting on the side of the pool with her legs dangling in the water, beckoned for me to come to her. I walked to her in the chest-high water, and stood right in front of her. I leaned my chest against her knees, her legs dangling in the water in front of me. She bent over to me, and said, "She's beautiful, isn't she?." "Yes, she's very nice," I replied. "Are you still interested in a little threesome?" she asked, as she began teasing my cock with her toes.  I paused for a few seconds. "I think so," I answered. "Are you sure that she is? Yvette gave me a devilish smile, and said, "She's interested, trust me." She slipped her toes up the leg of my trunks gave my bare dick a little squeeze between her foot, and, then, slipped into the water. We stayed in the pool for about half an hour, and then returned to the apartment, and showered (separately). The ladies donned knee length night shirts and I slipped on a robe.

Later that evening, the three of us were playing a game, called Encounter. It was one of these silly social interaction games, in which you pick cards that tell you to do or say something (usually personal and/or embarrassing) to the other players. I did not particularly like the game, but I knew Yvette had suggested that we play it as part of a plan, and under those circumstances, it could be interesting. The three of us sat on the living room floor around the coffee table. Yvette was sitting next to me, as she explained the rules of the game. Ana was lying across from me on her stomach, with her gorgeous soles in full view. My, they were beautiful! Those sexy wrinkled soles, sexy arches, and cute, plump, suckable toes were a big turn on. Yvette saw me staring at Ana's feet, and looked at me and smiled. She knew all too well of my affection for beautiful feet.

The game began. Yvette picked the first card and read it. "Tell the male player on your right, what part of his face you find attractive." She looked at my face and said, "I like your mustache." I picked the next card and read, "Touch the body part of the person of the opposite sex on your left that turns you on the most."  Both ladies laugh. I am not going too far with this  yet, so I touched Yvette's butt. The game is set up such the cards tell you to do things that are increasingly more personal and provocative.  We continued playing.  Yvette drew one that requires her to massage my body part she likes best. I waited with anticipation, wondering what part she will touch.  She smiled slyly, as she massages, my hand. "Aw, you can do better than that," I said. We all laughed. I got one that told me to kiss Yvette's body part that turns me on the most. There was a very quiet pause. Yvette is smiling, while Ana is looking a little nervous. I bent over and kissed Yvette's leg. Then I kissed it repeatedly, moving further up her leg with each kiss and stopped just before her crotch. Yvette picked one that instructs her to pick any player and massages the body part that turns her on. She looked at Ana, who returned the look and smiled. She moved towards her, lifted Ana's night shirt and began massaging her crotch very sensuously. As Ana closed her eyes briefly, enjoying the moment, I saw that she was wearing no panties.  After a few seconds Yvette removed her hand and restored Ana's night shirt to its original position. After we all took a moment to catch our breath, I picked one that told me to kiss the part on Ana that turns me on the most. I looked at Ana and smiled. She returned the smile, with a little nervous twitch. She was sitting with her legs stretched out in front of her. I looked down at Ana's gorgeous feet. That is what turned me on. Should I? "Yes," I thought. I slowly bent over and placed my lips on the tips of her toes and kiss them. My lips remained planted to her toes for several seconds as my tongue licks slowly over them. I, then sat up. "Do we still need this silly game," Yvette asks. "I don't," said Ana. "Neither do I," I added.

Yvette put her hand inside my robe and began massaging my cock, which had started growing from kissing Ana's toes. I laid my back on the floor as she opened my robe, revealing my lack of underwear,  and began kissing my now firm manhood. I noticed that Ana had not moved, but is watching Yvette intensely. Yvette's kissing turned to licking and then to sucking. She gripped my swollen member with her hand, and sucked the head while she licked the underside. Ana moved closer to Yvette, parted her legs and began kissing the inside her thighs. Yvette released my cock from her hand and lips, gasped with excitement, and laid back.

Ana continued kissing my girlfriend's thighs, slowly moving her mouth toward the more sensitive parts. I began getting turned on watching, as Ana pressed her face into my lady's crotch. Yvette let out a soft whimper as Ana's mouth found its target. All I could see was the back of Ana's head slowly shifting back and forth between in Yvette's crotch, but from her continued whimpers and gasps, I could tell that Ana's lips and tongue where taking my lady to the heights of passion. Yvette had wrapped her legs over Ana's back, arching her back to thrust her hips upwards, presenting her love spot to Ana's titillating lips and tongue. Ana passionately seized  her butt with both hands, pulling it towards her loving mouth, as she continued her oral stimulation. I was getting so aroused, seeing these beautiful women make passionate love on my living room floor. Then, Yvette took her turn giving pleasure to Ana. She pressed her face into Ana's muff, causing her to moan with pleasure. Ana's draped her sexy legs over Yvette's shoulders as Yvette continued licking and sucking her to ecstasy. Sitting right beside them, my eyes focused on Ana's beautiful legs, her feet twitching, and her round, plump toes curling with excitement. I ran my hands over her legs and ankles, massaging her feet and toes. Her legs were very smooth but athletically strong, contrasting with her very soft feet and toes. They felt so good to my massaging hands. Yvette had been an expert oral lover with me, and Ana's squeals confirmed that she was being just as expert an oral lover now. I licked Ana's leg, running my tongue from her strong thighs to her firm calves, continuing  to her delicately tapered ankles and soft fleshy foot. When I reached her toes, I sucked them with relish. Her groans of passion intensified as I licked between and around her lovely round toes. I put as many of them in my mouth at once as is could, rolling my tongue all over them as I sucked with passion. Her toes flexed and curled, as waves of bliss engulfed her body. The combination of Yvette's expert tongue and lips on her clitoris, and my orally titillation of her feet and toes, were bringing Ana to the peak of pleasure. I moved to their other side of this writhing entanglement of female lust, to fondle and kiss Ana's other leg and foot. My ministrations from this side were as lustfully passionate as they were from the other. I loved licking her arch, running my tongue over the inside of her foot. I cupped my mouth over her instep, and sucked as hard as I could, my probing tongue darting all over her arch. I loved it! Precum juices were flowing from the tip of my dick.

Yvette was lying flat on her stomach, between Ana's legs, eating her to paradise. I  positioned myself behind Yvette, my face right above her butt, with my throbbing cock, lying lengthwise over her erotically wrinkled soles. I kissed her butt with passion, darting my tongue between her butt cheeks. My hot cock and balls felt so good against the coolness of her sexy soles. Ana's feet were slung over Yvette's shoulders, lightly brushing each side of my face as she rotated her ankles and curled her toes in response to the titillation of Yvette's tongue in her womanhood. I rotated my hips to enjoy the friction of her wrinkly soles on my pulsing cock. Yvette wiggled her long, thin, flexible toes, which intensified the feeling even more. I managed to get the toes of Ana's foot, resting on Yvette's back, in my mouth and sucked them with fervor.  As my tongue stroked the underside of her toes, she wiggled them wildly in my mouth. I have made love to Yvette's soles like this before, but Ana's feet in my mouth heightened the excitement far beyond what it had been with Yvette alone. Yvette was sucking her clitoris with more and more passion. The increasing intensity of Ana's  moans and squeals told my she was going to explode soon. My throbbing cock continued thrusting back and forth over the length of Yvette's soles. The precum fluids smeared over them, making my dick slide easily between her insteps. As I thrust in and out, between her feet, she pressed them together tightly, her arches caressing each side of my pulsating member. Climactic ecstasy was not far off for either Ana or myself. We were both ready to explode all over Yvette, Ana, in her mouth, and me on her feet. I sucked the toes of her other foot, giving it equal time as the first. Her luscious toes curled over my tongue in response. The slurping  sounds of Yvette's sucking mouth became deafening, as she carried  Ana to orgasm with her lips and tongue.  I knew that Ana was moments from cumming when I felt he toes squirming spasmodically in my mouth. She let out a high-pitch squeal and the spasm caused her entire body to shake. Her toes curled tightly in my sucking mouth, then extended. My tongue probed between her toes, as Yvette sucked even more wildly. Another squeal signaled a second orgasmic wave, and then, a third. Her toes curl again very tightly over my madly licking tongue. She finally relaxed as the last wave subsided, her toes extended, becoming very pliant to my tongue. I continued to suck her toes as my cock thrust wildly between Yvette's arches. My toe sucking became more passionately as my cock began spurting its orgasmic juices between my lady's lovely arches. I pressed her feet together firmly around my dick as another and yet another stream of cum squirted between her arches. When I finished, I released Ana's toes from my mouth, and Yvette released my spent cock from between her feet. We rested in the afterglow for several minutes.

Ana was ready for more, and started kissing all over Yvette's breasts. She sucked one nipple for some time and then did the same to the other one. I was still spent from my last climax, but watching Ana work over my girlfriend was turning me on for the next event. Ana finally moved her face to my lady's pussy and began returning the favor she had just received. She licked and sucked Yvette's  clit. I watch intently as Yvette thrust her pussy forcefully into Ana's face. Ana wrapped her lips around Yvette's clit and sucked her wildly  until Yvette responded with a long, hard, gut-wrenching climax. She groaned and moaned with ecstasy, her body convulsing in orgasmic ecstasy.  She finally relaxed, basking in the warmth of satisfaction. We all slept in my king size bed, which was more than big enough for us all. Everyone slept well that night.

I was wakened by the feel of Yvette's hot, wet mouth sliding up and down my already hard cock. Ana was sitting in the bed, watching Yvette expertly stroke my dick with her lips and tongue. She cupped my balls with one hand, and held the shaft firmly with the other, while she bobbed her head up and down over my cock, gulping the entire member into her throat with each stroke. Her hand that held by balls squeezed and caressed them gently, rolling them around with her fingers. Ana moved her head down toward my feet to get a better look at Yvette's handiwork, extending her legs toward my head. Ana's lovely feet were inches from my face. I took one of them in my hand and brought it to my lips to kiss it. Yvette continued stroking my cock with her mouth, lingering at the head for some time while she sucked it between her lips. Ana sat up in the bed next to me and began rubbing her sexy feet over my body. She rubbed them over my face. My tongue stole licks as they passed over my lips. Yvette was stroking my shaft with her hand as her lips wrapped around my cock head, sucking it for all it's worth. She kneaded my balls with her fingers until they ached with pleasure. Ana continued massaging my body with her feet, moving over my chest, stomach, and groin area. She dug her toes into my flesh, wiggling them. I felt her toes wiggle against the shaft of my cock. Yvette continued to massaged my balls with one hand and stroke the shaft with the other, but her sucking mouth was replaced with Ana's foot. First,  she rubbed her soft, fleshy soles back and forth over the very tip, causing electrifying chills throughout my body. Then, she gripped the head with her tiny toes wiggling them all over it. There is no other feeling in the world quite like a woman's toes wiggling wildly over the sensitive head of my swollen cock. I loved it! Yvette continued stroking my shaft and manipulating my delicate balls firmly with her fingers. I could not believe how these women were going to make me cum. I was insane with lust. Yvette's sucking mouth replaced Ana's foot, her talented tongue licking the sensitive cock head, flooding me with passion.  I wanted Ana's feet to massage my balls while Yvette sucked me off. At my request, Ana sat between my legs, facing me, with both feet side by side, pushed under my balls, so that my balls rested on the top of her feet and toes. She began manipulating my balls with her feet. First, she wiggled her toes under my balls, sending chills up and down my spine.  Then, she squeezed my balls between the toes, wiggling them until they ached. Yvette sucked me harder, concentrating on the head, rolling her tongue over it sensually. I thrust my hips to accentuate the feeling of her sucking lips on my cock. My loins became flush with that warmth that precedes orgasm. Ana's toes were going wild on my nuts, squeezing one, then the other with her gripping toes. She slid her foot far under my balls, flexing her toes between my butt cheeks. Then she wiggled them in the sensitive area between the my scrotum and anus. The cum was building. Yvette gripped my cock firmly with her hand, while she sucked its head. Her head bobbed up and down with wild passion, slipping it almost out her mouth on the up stroke, just to force it into her tightly pursed lips on the down stroke, sucking and slurping noisily. Her intense stimulation of my cock head brought me to climax quickly. Ana's toes continued squeezing my aching balls, increasing their pressure. I shot a heavy stream into Yvette's mouth. Yvette loved to suck me off, but did not like to swallow cum. She loosened the grip of her mouth around my dick just enough to let the cum dribble out of her mouth down the shaft, without decreasing the stimulation of my cock head. She always used this technique when she blew me off, and had perfected it to an art. Her hand still jerked my shaft firmly while her mouth continued to moved up and down over my spurting dick, sucking more cum from it with each stroke. As she sucked the last of it out, letting it dribble from her mouth down the shaft, Ana's toes showed my testicles no mercy. Yvette released my drained cock from her lips, but Ana's toes continued fondling my balls, squeezing them between her toes, rolling them around in the sac. My nuts ached almost to the point of pain. I sat up and removed her feet from my balls, because I could no longer stand the stimulation. Her toes and feet were soaked in a foamy mixture of my sperm and Yvette's saliva. It looked so sexy on the top of her foot, oozing between her sexy toes. It was bliss, but my balls were sore all day, a small price to pay for such an enjoyable experience.


 

Trampled at a Motel

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I had a new experience today that was fantastic.

I've been trampled for 30 years and I   thought there was nothing new under the sun, however, I was wrong. I drove out to see  Linda today, I left at 5 am and was there by 6:30. I checked into a motel and had breakfast  including 3 cups of coffee to wake me up. I picked up Linda at 8:45 and we went shopping  for 2 hours, she has a step-child and needed back to school cloths. I was only too happy to help her out, boy your lucky on those scratch tickets I joked with her.

We got to the motel  about 12:30 and had lunch, I had 2 cokes and a burger. We then went to the room where she told me to lie down as she'd had a rough week so I was going to have a rough day. I  want to do your face first she told me and put on a pair of flat soled black shoes. I guess  because they were flat she figured I could take whatever she dished out because she began  to twist and mash them into my face. They were fairly new so even though the heels were flat  they had some edge to them. I love the feel of shoes so even though they hurt a bit I smiled  up at her and told her I'd missed her. After 10 minutes or so of my face rub she stepped off   and got her steel spikes on. I hope you feel tough today she said and jumped onto my belly  and began to dance around. Marching in place on my belly up and down she began to tramp  harder and harder digging those heels into me. God do I love that feeling.

She then moved  back and nailed my penis up down up down never pinning it fully but squashing it pretty well none the less. Then up onto my chest for some dancing where she left numerous pock marks up and down all over laughing and teling me how much she loved doing this and how much fun it was. Now for the new part when she stepped back onto my belly I realized I had to  take a wicked piss. The pressure on my stomach was making my bladder ache and burn so I told her to let me up for a second and why. She laughed and said suffer and began to march up and down with her hells slamming into my full bladder the sensation was intense to say the least.

How do you like that she asked. Don't stop I begged, even if I had emptied my bladder I would have never said stop. She turned around and placed the tip of her right spike heel into my navel and pressed forward so her sole rested on my bladder and lifted her heel and twisted. After a minute of this she leaned back onto her heel and twisted it into my navel. She knows how much I love this so she kept it up. My bladder was so full and burned  so badly that I almost could't feel her heel in my navel. It felt so good I almost started to cry.  She turned back around pivioting on her heel as she did so and began to march up and down slamming her hells into me harder then I can ever remember.

A couple minutes of this and she began to jump as high as she could and land right on my belly and my bursting bladder. It burned so I wanted her to stop and wanted her to go on at the same time. Finally after 4 or 5  more hard stomps grinding her heel in each time she got off. I literly crawled to the bathroom squeezing my dick to keep from pissing myself. When i was done and came out she was laughing and singing it hurts to be in love. My afternoon ended with her stepping on the back of my hands and leaving deep heel marks in them. Those should clear up on the way home but I want you to think of me all the way. I also discussed the possibility of her friend joining us next time. I will see her again in about a month I can't wait.

Meanwhile tonight I am very sore my chest and my stomach are covered with heel imprints some a half an inch deep.when I came in my wife asked me if I was hot because my face was all red. In some areas its raw. where ever I tough on my body stings. I love it all. From now on whenever I get   trampled my bladder will be full.

Two Girls Trample

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   Since I've started to correspond on this board it has brought back many of my favorite trampling memories. This morning I watched bounce on chuckhead and it reminded me of the first time I had two women at the same time trampling me with reckless abandon. It was about 12 years ago and I met them in a club. I have become adept at picking the right type of women who might be talked into dancing on my body. I look for women wearing the highest heels available and for women wearing shorter skirts to show off their legs, also women who wear patterned nylons or ankle bracelets. Next if they spend a lot of time rocking on their heels or putting all of their weight on ther heels they peak my interest. Sometimes they even delibertly step on things on the floor such as napkins or pieces of ice or anything else that crosses their path.

I was sitting at the bar when I noticed two women sitting by themselves at a table about 20 feet away, I asked the bar tender about them and he told me to forget them they were bitches and besides they were lesbians so I didn't stand a chance. They were both dressed to kill and I wanted to be their prey, so I sent over a drink anyway. After 5 minutes or so I walked over and told them it was me who sent the drink and could I sit down. Suit yourself the blond told me but don't expect us to fall at your feet for a drink. This was just the attitude I was looking for and I told her I was honored to buy such beautiful women a drink. Honored huh well maybe if you keep buying you can stay.

One of them was blonde about 26 years old 5 ft 6 or so and around 125 lbs. She was obviously the more aggressive of the two. Her friend was also blonde but a dirtier shade and was smaller 5ft 2 and maybe 105 lbs. Both of them had on short skirts with nylons with what looked like snakes, I later learned it was ivy, climbing up their legs. Spike Heels were not in vogue then but the bigger girl, Sharon, had on a pretty high thin pair of sandals,maybe a 1 inch width instead of the 1/4 inch I prefer today..The smaller girl,Cassie, had on a pair of flat heel shoes, maybe a half inch. They had a flower on the toe and I thought they were very sexy. I bought them another drink and said again it was an honor to sit with them so I waited at the bar and brought it over to them. After 4 or 5 drinks the booze started to loosen them up and they told me they weren't into conventional sex and some people considered them strange. I took the plunge and said me too. When I told them what I was into they had drank at least 7drinks and they were intrigued. You mean you let women stand and walk all over you they asked. Exactly I replied. Doesn't it hurt they asked. Sure I said but I love it anyway.

   Sharon told me she hated men and would love to to something like that to all of the men she knew. I volunteered to buy several bottles of wine and go home with them and let Sharon enjoy herself. We got to their apartment and Sharon didn't waste any time. Pour me some wine and lay down. I never moved so fast in my life. Shoes off or on she asked. On I said I had removed my shirt and was laying between two rooms in the door way. Sharon put her right foot on me and pushed down a bit. Go ahead I assured her men suck you told me so yourself well enjoy. With that she stepped full onto me and began to walk around. After five minutes or so she invited Cassie to join her in the fun. This is a blast she said and began to stamp down harder. Look at the neat marks my heels leave on you. Cassie stepped on very gingerly and began to walk up and down. She turned out to be a real tiger and in no time was stepping full weight on my face and standing on my groin and digging her heels in.

I stayed there until 4 am and they trampled me for the whole time at least six hours. All of the wine was gone by the time I left. They were exhusted and fell into each others arms. I was visiting friends and lived 600 miles from them so we never did it again but I will always remember it.