This may have been discussed before and I apologize if it has. But I have noticed that the only thing I like about some other sites is the sections with foot stories. However, they are often not updated or new and rarely posted in. But I loveee reading or sometimes writing a good foot related story. And with the growing population and use of this forum I feel like one here wouldn't go unread. I know people will post something brief that happened in this thread but at times people will come in and say oh that didn't happen. But fictional stories are sometimes the best. You could have a nonfiction section, a fictional section, etc. I love reading about first time experiences, experiences with sisters/cousins/aunts type stuff.
Anyways I am just saying I think having a section devoted to stories of all kinds would make this site have everything to offer as the other ones but way better especially since I think the participation would be much higher here than anywhere else.
Any thoughts on this? Anyone else like stories like me or am i an outcast on this one?
Posted by RJFoot (Member # 37988) on :
Cool! I love reading foot stories, too! There should be a section on foot stories which are updated regularly/daily. Great suggestion!
Posted by ROYALS22262 (Member # 2681) on :
I agree 100%!!! I enjoy writing fiction, and non-fiction foot stories as well as reading them. That would be a great addition. If anyone here is into true and fiction foot stories that deal with smelly female feet, check out the free site www.footsniffing.com I have many stories there. I hope you like it!!!
Posted by hyperion2424 (Member # 39397) on :
Hmm, good idea wazdaname. I think I might write one about your girlfriend. Give me a couple of days.
Posted by Rider Aldebaran (Member # 38525) on :
To be honest, I can't really get into foot stories unless some shrinking on part of the guy in the story is involved. I guess I've been spoiled by the giantess community. lol
Posted by catsman (Member # 10269) on :
I agree, a foot story section updated regularly would be a great addition to this great forum.
Posted by bluetoelover (Member # 14736) on :
Lou Gojira wrote the best fucking foot story ever! Period. Too bad he doesn't come back and finish it up... *cough *cough Posted by wazdaname (Member # 29767) on :
Im glad people like this idea. I really think we should do what we can to get this going!!
Posted by ROYALS22262 (Member # 2681) on :
True Nancy Face Sitting & Feet Story! About ten years ago Nancy, my good friend's sexy wife, 5'8 135 pounds with short blonde hair and blue eyes, had another wrestling match, this one was with a woman the same age as her at the time, about 40. Susan was taller and skinnier than Nancy at about 5'9 125 pounds, had long legs, dyed very curly blonde hair and brown eyes. They met at Nancy's gym, and this fight, wrestling match took place in a motel room on a carpeted floor. I got to see this one in person and it was unbelievable. Susan wore red bra and red panties, and her toes were painted black, Nancy a black bra and a black thong showing off her large tight pale blonde butt, and her sexy toes were painted red. The women tangled on the floor for several minutes exchanging body and head scissors, and grabbed each other's breasts. Then Nancy was able to sit on Susan's chest. Susan pushed her, Nancy some how turned around and landed with her big soft firm butt on Susan's chin. Nancy maneuvered her sexy red painted toed feet to cradle Susan's head. Susan kicked and twisted, but Nancy tightened her thighs around her sides, and slid her butt back so it was on her lips! Susan began to really scream, as Nancy got comfortable sitting on her. Nancy rocked up and down on her mouth. Susan was yelling loudly now. Nancy reached behind her with her left hand and pulled her hair, and pulled her face into her ass! Susan screamed into her ass! Nancy forced her face into her butt cheeks. Susan kicked like a wild woman. Nancy tightened her feet on the sides of the woman's face, adjusted her ass, lifted up, and forced her face deep into her ass crack, now forcing her nose up her ass! Nancy put more weight on her face, rocking backward, getting her big nose up her butt! Susan yelled, oh my god, oh my god, like she was being killed, but her yelling was muffled by Nancy's large warm soft ass! Nancy lifted up, god it stinks, god it's awful, get your fuck'n ass off me bitch! Nancy plopped her ass crack right back on her nose, pulling her head into it, securing her head with her sexy bare feet! Nancy bounced on her face, up and down, up and down, laughing, getting turned on! More side to side rocking, then up and down, smothering this woman in her big firm ass! She lifts up, the woman's face is a wet mess, Nancy's sweaty ass and her tears mixed in a smelly cocktail, she was crying loudly. Nancy sat right back on her face, adjusting her thong so she was more comfortable, then bounced up and down forcing her long large nose deep into her ass some more. Nancy now massaged her own tits, as she felt the womans nose deep up her butt, it was really turning her on! She lifted up, the woman turned her head to the side, to avoid the ass, and her face went right into Nancy's stinky foot sole! Nancy sat back down on the side of her beaten face, pressing it into her foot sole! SUSAN WAS NOW CRYING WITH HER FACE IN NANCY'S SWEATY SMELLY FOOT! Nancy sat there so she could really smell her foot! I LOVE HER HOT BREATH on my FOOT SOLE, NANCY PROCLAIMED! Please no more, stop, please no more, your foot really smells! STOP, PLEASE! SUSAN kept repeating with her face in NANCY'S BARE SOLE! Nancy kept her ass down on the side of her face, she couldn't move it at all, she now had to smell the foot of the woman whose ass she smelled deeply too! Nancy then rolled her on her back, so she could sit on her and place her smelly red painted toed size 8 right bare foot directly on her face, so she could smell it deeply some more! Nancy forced her to inhale it. She made the woman slowly lick her now sweaty foot sole up and down. She then made her lick each toe, one at a time. She then had to suck on her toes, tasting their saltiness completely. Nancy then placed both her sexy feet flush on her face! You could hear her crying under her feet! She really got to know NANCY'S BODY and it's many stinky smells!!!!!
Posted by wazdaname (Member # 29767) on :
I just posted a story over at themouspad. I will see if it gets any action. My guess is no...we need one hereee!! haha
Nice story btw royals!!
Posted by ROYALS22262 (Member # 2681) on :
Thanks man! I am glad you liked it! It may not be to everyones taste, it is a little violent and very dominant, but I do hope most people here enjoy it. It is a TRUE story, so that may add to people's interest.
Posted by ROYALS22262 (Member # 2681) on :
WAZ, would your sexy, beautiful girlfriend enjoy doing what Nancy did to another female? Answer only if you are comfortable, please do not feel pressured in any way. I would love to think of her gorgeous feet on another females face!
Posted by hyperion2424 (Member # 39397) on :
Hey Waz, I'm about 3/4 done with a story that your girlfriend appears in. Since I don't know her name, I've decided to call her "Gina" in the story. Also, she smokes, hope you don't mind. It's tame, nothing pornographic. It's written so that people can imagine that it's some other girl and not her. Been fun to write, better than working. Laters. -hyp
Posted by wazdaname (Member # 29767) on :
^ Well finish it up and let's see it alreadyy haha jk. Looking forward to it man!
Posted by Danielle Moore (Member # 34633) on :
I added 2 stories in my Forum, Executive Feet, here on Wu's to test the water and I was surprised with the lack of interest. I was going to keep writing about my encounters but decided that there wasn't enough interest. I even thought about writing a book.
Let me know if I am wrong because I love to write. Here are the 2 stories I was referring too.
Danielle your stories are so well written and so good. You have a real talent for sure. I think a majority of people read it and liked it, they just rather lurk than respond. Please don't be discouraged at all, and please continue to write. I also love the pictures of your sexy long legs and really gorgeous toes and soles. You are totally amazing!
Posted by wazdaname (Member # 29767) on :
Damn Danielle those were good stories, I am glad I made this thread because now I got to see them and read them and really truly enjoy them.
Posted by Danielle Moore (Member # 34633) on :
Hi Royals22262,
I am so happy that you enjoyed them. I love to sit down a get in my writing zone and produce something that people love. It's these type of comments that inspire me to write.
I actually have a lot more stories that I haven't shared with anyone yet. I will post them for everyone to read be sure to check out my website, its 100% free now, www.xecutivefeet.com.
Danielle xoxo
Posted by Danielle Moore (Member # 34633) on :
Hi Wazdaname,
Thanks for creating this thread, it seems to have sparked a lot of interest in stories. I might do a Fiction Story about Patrick....I think everyone will enjoy reading about the King Of Feet...lol
What do you think Patrick?
Danielle xoxo
Posted by ROYALS22262 (Member # 2681) on :
Danielle, your website is elegant, beautiful, and a pure joy, just as you are. The pictures of your legs and feet in shear sandalfoot hose on your desk are some of my very favorite of all time. Just gorgeous. I would love to see more pictures of your legs and feet in sandalfoot hose, so you can see your gorgeous toes well! I would love to read a story from you where you dominate a woman with your feet at work! Where she must worship and smell your sexy feet! HOT!! THANKS FOR EVERYTHING! DAVE...ROYALS22262
Posted by hyperion2424 (Member # 39397) on :
OK WAZ, here is the story. It's a long-ass story, too. Again, your girlfriend is "Gina" in the story. I'm working on another version from a different point of view. Hope you like!
I love these little trips. Three days out of the office, away from the house; no commitments, no deadlines, no email. Alone with my thoughts.
And the feet. All the pretty feet.
This is my Late Spring footgazing trip. I take two a year, if I can. One in late spring, and one in early August. I used to do one in the fall, but life kind of got in the way of that. I usually spend a couple of days looking at an atlas, and I pick a city to drive to. The choices are narrowed somewhat by what colleges are in those towns. Then I check the college website to see if the place is even open. I check the police blotter, too. The last place I want to be taking pictures of feet is a campus where some footperv got arrested for being, well, a footperv.
This time I decided to drive in a southeastern direction. I’d heard of this school, hell, everybody’s heard of it, but I’d never been. This is the last week of classes before finals, and it’s one of my favorite times of year to visit a college campus. The students are energized by the ending of the term, but not yet freaked out by the coming finals. My other favorite time is mid-October. For some reason, in early autumn college girls get into some weird combination of relaxed and titillated, and when you ask them if you can take pictures of their feet, they get all extra into it.
Day 1 started out the usual way. A little shagged out from the 6-hour drive, I found a place to park where I wouldn’t get towed. I stopped by the convenience store when I got into town, so I could have a few beers to sneak into my backpack while I tour this campus. It was 2:30 in the afternoon, after all. And I’m on vacation, dammit. Sometimes I pour cheap white wine into an empty Gatorade bottle and drink that while I’m foothunting. The wine buzz is OK, but the best buzz for foothunting is definitely the beer buzz. I tried vodka once; easy to carry around, but I didn’t like it.
Campus Police generally don’t take kindly to boozing up right there in front of god and everybody (with the exception of that little school in Ohio). So normally I drink my cans where there’s a little privacy. On most campuses that means a restroom. On my little vacations I like to do things I don’t do in my “normal” life. Taking pictures of feet, sneaking booze like some underage kid, solo camping at a state park. Beats Disneyland.
So I got here and parked, and as I was loading up my bag with the camera, my copious electronic mobile gadgetry and the beer, I saw across the street a brew pub. Score. Save the beer for later. I walked over to the place and quaffed four outstanding IPAs, served up by a pretty girl. She’s a student here, and she told me a bit about the place. I couldn’t see her feet, but nice bottom, definitely. I went back to campus to start walking. Day 1 is always spent on travel and recon. I liked this campus right away, because the girls were using the green spaces. Lots of little nooks with benches, too—perfect for pics. I don’t like shooting in exposed areas. I used to do that back in the day, but now discretion is more important to me.
Day 2 began with a hot shower at the campsite, which is only about 20 miles away from town. I found a great little breakfast place, and I decided to hit another campus in the area. This one was a community college. The women were a bit older than the place yesterday and better dressed. But they were in more of a hurry, and not lazing around much enjoying the spring sunshine.
My favorite girl here was the MILF in the zebra print pumps. Rounded toe. “Those have to be Enzos,” I thought. She was sitting on a bench smoking, and I asked her for a light. She was absorbed in texting, and absently handed me her lighter. I thanked her and sat down to smoke and admire her feet. I knew I wouldn’t ask her for pics, I didn’t have enough nerve worked up yet. Her arches were so high that they curved up and over the side of her shoe. I could have fit my thumb in that space, her arch was so high.
I watched the tip of that four inch heel trace out dozens of little circles as she sat legs crossed towards me, bouncing her foot. She then crossed her legs in the other direction, and popped the other shoe off her heel. For another few minutes, she flexed her toes rhythmically to bounce that shoe on her heel. Bounce bounce bounce. Text text text. Bounce bounce bounce. Text text text. Then, just like that, she swings her hand down, fits the shoe back on her foot, gets up and leaves, texting on the way. She threw her cigarette onto the sidewalk, ignoring the ashtray next to our bench. Feh. I don’t photograph women who litter. Good call.
There’s an art to footwatching without staring, and I’ve perfected it. For one thing, you don’t directly face the girl. Keep your head and eyes in motion. Look at the rest of the world, while coming back to her feet. If she looks at you, give a small polite smile and go back to the world. Don’t drool. Heh.
Day 2 ended with my discovery that this town has some amazing restaurants. Being a foodie I chose a rare ethnic find. I filled my belly and reflected on all the pretty feet I saw—and didn’t see. Like how at four in the afternoon, I had finally worked up the balls to ask a girl for pictures. That was the redhead with the amazing manicure. Her nails were painted in a light blue mirror finish, so shiny that I had spots in my eyes from when the sun caught them. Each ring fingernail had a tiny hole with a gold hoop through it. There were airbrushed flowers on her thumbnails. I complimented her nails, and she was flattered and cool with it. I then asked if her toes matched her fingers.
“I never paint my toes,” she replied. “I hate feet.” She made a face.
That explains the Doc Martens. And that is SO Day Two.
As I drifted off to sleep last night, my thoughts returned to Zebra Pumps ArchMILF. She was the metaphor for Day 2—look but don’t touch. The wind pulsed gently through the vents of my tent, and I resolved that Day Three would be the Foot Day of Foot Days. I would go back to the first campus, find thousands of pretty girls sitting at secluded benches, and they would love to have me digging on their feet.
And so far, so good. It’s 3:30, and my beer buzz from lunch at the brewpub is fading now. Before lunch I found a girl in flipflops sitting under a tree reading, of all things, “The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.” We spent about 15 minutes chatting about what a damn genius Douglas Adams was. She didn’t know he was dead. I recommended the “Dirk Gently” books, and she even wrote that down. When it was time to wrap up the conversation, I asked her, “Hey, could I take a picture of your feet?”
“Sure, go ahead.” Then, “What’s this for?”
“It’s not for anything,” I said. “I just felt like doing it.”
“Oh, okay. Sure.”
I shot the tops of her feet. She had longish sort of toes, which were not painted. Pretty, though. I shot her soles. It was an amusing moment for her, and slightly awkward. “Cool,” I said. “Well, see you around.” She thanked me for the book recommendation, and went back to reading.
After lunch I found two girls sunbathing in the middle of a grassy area far off from pedestrian traffic. One girl was texting continuously, and the other sat up every now and then to see if anyone was noticing them. Sunbathing girls do that sometimes; they want the attention, not so much the tan. The only other type of sunbathing girls are the exact opposite, in that they HATE to be bothered, so it’s really best if you don’t. You never know which ones you’ve got in front of you.
But this girl had that “Notice me! Notice me!” thing going on, so I thought for a minute, then figured out how to approach them without looking like I was approaching them. I walked an arc that took me about 15 feet past them. When I glanced over and Watching Girl said “Hi!” to me, I knew that this was a good opportunity.
I ended up with about 20 shots of their toes, soles, arches; ankles crossed, one girl’s leg crossed over the other; et cetera. Trouble was, their feet weren’t all that great. Texting Girl never stopped texting, so more elaborate shots were out. Sometimes I ask girls to write their first names with their toes on a 3x5 card, using a marker. This is fun for the girls, but only if they are engaged. Also, I could see that Watching Girl was starting to get bored and would shut down on me. I thanked the girls and split.
So now here I am. Do I go for more beer? Do I recon some more? I sit down and look around. I see a little nook about 50 yards away, with a bench and table. I look around, and then I notice movement in the little nook, in the corner of my eye. I look back.
Hello.
Now a girl is sitting in the nook. A stunning girl, even from this far away it’s so obvious. I get up and walk by the little nook and as I pass she seems not to notice me. This girl has long hair, past her shoulders. It’s brown with blonde highlights throughout. She has dark brown eyebrows, which are slightly visible through her fashionable sunglasses. Her hands are well-formed with long fingers, and she has great skin, silken smooth. She’s wearing a sleeveless, light green top, a little black skirt and under that, black cropped leggings. On her feet are what look like brand new, black ballet flats. Her ankles are graceful with the bone structure I like so much, and she has a gold chain, maybe 5 mm, around her right ankle.
Wow. Just, wow.
With perfect luck, I find an inconspicuous spot to sit where I can see her from the side and a little behind. I’m about 20 feet away. She uses the toe of one shoe to pull the other off her heel, repeating for the other foot. She places her feet flat on the ground and gracefully, so gracefully, slides her feet out of the shoes. Her toes are bright pink, so bright that I can see they’re pink from this far away. She flexes her toes in the air, freeing them. She glances over her shoulder opposite of me, then turns back.
I feel my heart race, my breathing go shallow. I love the adrenal response I get when I see a girl that I know I have to approach. It’s like skydiving for guys who are afraid of heights (me). The surge of blood pounds in my ears, and simultaneously my hearing sharpens. I can almost hear the wind blowing through her toes. My hands clench. I have to figure out a way to engage this girl. I have to. She pulls out a pack of cigarettes and lights one. Perfect. I start to get up.
Then she pulls out her phone. Damn. Well, screw it, this time texting isn’t going to stop me. If she makes an actual call, though, I can’t engage her. I’ll wait and see what she does. I remember the days before the great ubiquity of mobile phones. It was so much easier to engage girls without the constant interruption of technology. I remember once—
What the..?
Did she—No. Impossible. Freaky impossible.
I swear I just saw this girl take a picture of her feet!
Can’t be. I must have imagined that. Sometimes you get a weird heat haze off the sidewalks. Brownian motion can make you think you see things when you really—
She’s doing it again! She’s putting her legs out straight, pointing her toes inward towards each other, and aiming her phone right at her feet! Heat haze and Brownian motion, my white ass.
Now she’s looking at her phone. Quick glance over her shoulder. Huh. If I let this opportunity slip by, I’ll die bitter and filled with infinite recrimination. Man up, here we go.
I walk over to her. “Hey, can I get a light from you?”
“Sure! Here you go.”
“Thanks.” I sit down, taking my time with the lighter. I look down at her feet. I can see the imprints that her flats left in her skin. They really are brand new, too; the logo on the insole hasn’t been rubbed off yet. But all of this is minutiae compared to her toes. These are the longest, most graceful toes I have ever seen. They are almost prehensile. They are the brightest pink of all bright pinks, with delicate white and black flowers airbrushed on each toe. Her ankle flexes, tightening and loosening the grip of the gold chain. The adrenaline is so strong in me now I’m almost shaking. Don’t screw this up.
I hand back the lighter. “You have cool toes.” Nonchalant. Good job.
“Oh, thank you,” she smiles slightly, and looks down at her feet. “I like how they came out, they’re fun. I just took a picture of them for my boyfriend.”
“Oh, that’s cool. Are you waiting for him?”
“Huh-uh, no,” she exhales smoke. “Nope, just hanging out between classes.”
“Well,” I say, taking my own drag and being nonchalant. Oh yeah, I’m nonchalant. I am Mr. Nonchalant. I am the Emperor of NonchalantLand. I am Nonchalantor. “Can I take a picture of your toes?”
This amuses her, but she is definitely composed. “Sure, go for it.” She takes a drag from her cigarette. Another fast glance over her shoulder.
I pull my camera out and compose a shot. I hate it when my hand shakes, I think it’s so obvious to other people. And the pictures come out blurry. This is compounded by the fact that she is watching me intently. Most of the time when girls are getting their feet photographed, they don’t know what to do or what to look at. I think mostly they look around to see if anyone is reacting to the situation. Other girls will simply tune you out. They’ll keep reading, or texting, or studying their hands, anything to keep their minds occupied while you are occupied with their feet.
Not this girl. She is giving me her complete attention, and she’s got a lot of it to give. And man, these are some of the most beautiful feet I’ve ever seen. This girl is a staggering statistical outlier. I stop after three shots. She is very cool with me right now, and I don’t want to blow it.
“Thanks,” I say.
“Sure,” she says casually. She is nonchalanting my nonchalantness.
“What classes are you taking?” I ask.
“Anatomy & Physiology and Calc Two,” she replies. “Oh, and a pilates class. What about you, are you a student here?”
“No, I’m just taking a break from a roadtrip. I needed to get out and walk around. And I had lunch at a great brewery.”
“Oh, I love that place! Where are you driving to?”
“Denver.”
“I went through there once, on my way to California. Ow.” She pulls her left foot up to her right knee, and grasps her arch.
“Foot hurt?” I ask casually.
“Yeah, it’s these shoes. They’re so cute, but I need more arch support. Now I’ve got a cramp.”
“I can fix that for you,” I reply. She arches her eyebrows at me. “Give me your foot,” I say.
She hesitates for a split second. Then gracefully, almost girlishly, she uses both hands to press down on the bench and scoots herself away from me a few inches. She swings her left foot up on the bench and into my waiting hands. I grasp her instep and outstep firmly, and squeeze. I can see her eyes close behind her sunglasses.
“That OK?”
“Mm. Yes.”
We sit in silence, while I squeeze her foot. I work from the middle of her foot up to the top of her arch. It is such a beautiful foot.
“Thanks,” she says softly.
Did I say that out loud?
I smile an embarrassed smile. She smiles back, then, demonstrating her control of the situation, she breaks the tension by pulling another cigarette out and lighting it up. She glances around.
Now it’s my turn to watch her. Its funny to watch girls this age smoke. Mostly there’s two types. One type acts like a high school girl, sneaking off behind her parents’ backs, almost giggling with mischief. They hold the cigarette between two fingers, in an affectation of antebellum ladylike behavior. The other type smokes clumsily, aggressively. They ash everywhere, butt clenched in teeth and then thrown to the ground with a tiresome contempt.
Not this girl. She smokes like a grown woman, like the cigarette works for her, on her payroll. She holds it gracefully, unselfconsciously. The smoke is a guest in her body, one that stays only to the extent that it pleases her. Madison Avenue has it wrong; it’s not cigarettes that make girls sexy, it’s the other way around. And only one in 10,000 girls can do it. And here she is.
“So,” she says, “Denver, huh? What’s there?”
“Mountains. I like it there. It makes me happy. Give me your other foot.”
Wordlessly, she swings her other leg up. I grasp her foot. This time, I press her toes up, stretching her foot. Her head tilts down to the right, and her eyes close. The clock tower sounds; first the clock song, then four bells. Four o’clock? Time flies.
“What’s your name?” She looks at me.
“A.J., yours?”
“Gina.”
“Hi, Gina,” I smile at her.
“Hi A.J.,” she smiles back. “That feels good.” She twists her body around awkwardly and stubs her cigarette out into the ashtray. This gives me an idea.
“Hey,” I ask, “Do you think we could go sit over in the grass there, instead of this bench?” Will she go for it? She considers this for a few seconds.
“Sure, okay.”
She swings her legs off the bench, and slides her feet into her shoes. We stand up, walk over to a grassy area under a tree. She sits down, pulls off her shoes with her hands, and stretches her legs out straight. After a quick glance back in the direction of the bench, she leans back and looks up at me. I sit down in front of her feet. I stop, because now I can see her soles. They are so smooth. I thought her toes were long from the top side, but the view now…wow.
It’s hard to believe that I’ve already touched these soles, and now I’m invited to do so again. This time I rub my hands together to warm them, and place them on top of her feet for a moment, perfectly still. I move my hands to her soles, just placing as much of my hands on them as I can. I press up, gently. She breathes in deeply, and exhales a long sigh.
The energy between us is different now, palpably so. She regards me from behind her sunglasses. I stare back at her. She breaks the contact by running her hand through her hair and taking off her sunglasses. She rolls her head back, eyes closed in the sunlight that glints between trees.
I stretch her toes out three or four times, then run my hands over the tops of her feet to press in on her arches.
“That’s nice,” she says.
“Does your boyfriend do this for you?”
“Oh yeah,” she responds. “Any time I want.” A glance at the bench.
“Good man,” I say. She smiles. Because if he didn’t, I was going to somehow hunt him down and pound his ass good. Then I take a risk. “He likes your feet, huh?”
Gina rolls her head forward and locks her eyes onto mine. “Yup,” she says. Then, just because she can, she asserts control again. “Hey,” she says, pulling out her phone. “Hold my feet.” I put my hands on her smooth soles, and she takes a picture of her feet.
“So what’s your boyfriend going to say about that?” I’m thinking this could turn ugly if I’m not careful.
Gina stares at the image on the phone and gives a casual shrug. Okay, she’s playing her own game here. Either Mr. Boyfriend is completely whipped by her into a tormented frenzy, or it’s his game too. Whatever, it’s none of my business and I don’t care. All I care about now is figuring out a way to suck Gina’s toes. And here comes the adrenaline, whoosh. I begin to work on them with my fingers, palpating each toe softly, working one hand on each pinky toe, moving inward to her index toes and back out. When I get back to her pinky toes, I pull on them to make them pop. Each of those gracefully long eight toes pops when I pull.
“Hmm,” Gina laughs softly through a closed smile. “I’m crackly.” She rolls her head back and closes her eyes again. I make a circle with my right thumb and index finger, running it up and down her right big toe, gentle pressure encircling it entirely. Gina flexes her foot in the tiniest little jerk. “Oh,” she says quietly. “It’s like you’re sucking on it with your fingers.”
“Is that okay?”
“Yeah,” she exhales. “Feels great.” Now I know I’m on top of my game here. Houston, Tranquility Base here, The Eagle has landed.
“Do you like to have your toes sucked?” I stare right at her, absolutely calm.
Gina rolls her head forward. “Yes,” she whispers. She stares right into me, beaming a telepathic message directly into my brain. The wordless message is: Do It.
I lean forward towards her right foot. I stare at the flower on her nail. Slowly, carefully, I put my lips around her toe, being careful not to scrape my teeth on her nail. I touch my tongue lightly on the tip of her toe. I pull my mouth away from her toe and look up at her. “That okay?” I ask.
Her eyes are slits. “Yeah,” she whispers back. I move to her left big toe, drawing it into my mouth up to the cuticle, pausing. Then I cradle the bottom of her toe with my tongue, and suck it in all the way in. I hold it there for a few seconds, then with suction, I pull it out of my mouth. I glance up, and I see some jack-off walking along the adjacent sidewalk, staring in mild shock. Beat it, lunchbox, we’re busy here. He keeps walking.
Now it’s time to turn my attention to the rest of her toes. I take each one in turn, first her left index, then left middle. Switch to the right foot, index, middle, then the ring and pinky in succession. Then back to the left foot’s ring and pinky. After I suck each toe, I gently kiss the tips of the four smaller toes. When I get to the big toe, I gently, very delicately, hold the tip in my teeth.
Gina giggles softly. “I hope my feet aren’t smelly,” she says.
“Nope,” I respond. “They don’t smell like anything. Like clean skin.” Silently, Gina gazes at her shoes, next to her on the grass. I follow her gaze. “Good shoes, then,” I say, nodding towards them.
“Do you like them?”
I consider this, reaching over to pick one up. It’s a high-quality brand. I see the size printed on the inside. I get lost in thought as I run my finger around the opening, slowing as I reach the front.
“Toe cleavage!” She suddenly exclaims. We both laugh. She’s quite pleased with herself. I put the shoe down and go back to her feet, moving my hands up to her ankles.
“I like this,” I say, fingering her anklet.
“Thanks.”
“Do you ever wear rings on your toes?”
“No,” Gina responds. “They never fit right. The cuffs always pinch me.” She regards her toes. “And I really only like to wear white gold or platinum.”
“Hm,” I say. “Try a comfort-cut wedding band sometime.”
“Huh,” She mulls this for a few seconds. “But I don’t really like the way they look on me.”
“Yeah. ‘Gilding the Lily.’”
“Hey, can I lay on my stomach?”
“As you like,” I say. Gina rolls over. Her skirt falls across her bottom. Exquisite. The fabric in her black leggings sparkles a bit in the sun. She raises both legs up at the knee, tilts both her feet down, and slowly spreads her toes, inches from my face. I cradle her feet together and place both soles on my face, moving to kiss her arches. Then I lick each sole, slowly from the space under her toes to where her heel starts. Gina has her arms folded on the grass in front of her, resting her head on them with her face to the bench.
There’s a dude sitting there now.
He’s facing us, but looking in some other direction. I hope he’s not a cop. Oh well if he is. Gotta pay to play, I suppose. I don’t care. I move Gina’s feet so that her toes are resting flexed on my chest. I run my hands down her legs to her knees, and I feel her clench her toes through my shirt. Involuntarily, I breathe in sharply. She responds by slipping her big toe between the buttons of my shirt. She pulls hard, stretching against the tension of the fabric until it slips out from between her toes.
My god.
She lowers her feet back down, and I continue to rub from her calves to her toes and back. This goes on and on, and suddenly, the clock tower chimes five bells. Gina suddenly rolls back over, props herself up on her elbows, and stares at me.
************************************************************************************ AUTHOR’S NOTE: Two alternate endings proceed from here, numbered 1 and 2. ***********************************************************************************
1.
“Well,” Gina says, “this has been awesome, but I need to get going soon.”
“Yeah,” I say. Hell, you can’t sit here sucking toes forever, dude. But I can suck them one more time. I start on her left foot. In response, she picks up her phone and points it at me, steadily.
Video, huh?
Enjoy that, Mr. Boyfriend. “My turn,” I say. I hand her my little point-and-shoot. Wordlessly, she turns it on. “The one-touch record is on the—”
“I see it,” Gina says. She points both devices at me. After sucking each toe twice, I kiss the tips of each one. “Mm-kay,” she says. She puts her phone back in her purse, hands me my camera, and reaches for her shoes. Mine is still recording. We stand up, then face each other.
Gina stares up at me for a moment, her hair glinting in the light of the sinking sun. She brushes a strand from her eyes. We embrace in a hug. I move to kiss her cheek, and she kisses mine. She pulls away.
“Thanks,” she smiles.
“Thank you,” I respond. “See you.”
Gina turns and walks away. She walks back past that bench, ignoring the dude, and on into the building behind. He, however, is staring at her. I reach for my cigarettes, pull one out, and light it up. I turn and walk away in the opposite direction. Then I stop. I want a picture of the bench, for posterity.
It’s not until after I take the picture that I realize the dude is gone. No matter.
I turn, staring up at the sky. Time for a drink. And the road is calling.
Five bells. Gina continues to stare at me. She glances over her shoulder, then a mischievous smile spreads across her face. “Come on!” She jumps up, slides each foot into her ballet flats, arms swinging out from her waist girlishly. She brushes her skirt down, then leans over to pick up her purse. “Let’s go!”
I stand up, momentarily confused, but no way I’m quitting this, no sir. She leads me past the bench. Part of my brain notices that the dude turns his head the other way. Gina reaches over and takes my hand into hers as we pass him. She leads me into the building, through an open lobby. We turn a corner, and here is a cloistered stairway. She goes under the stairs, and in a tiny, cozy alcove, are two upholstered chairs!
“Sit down,” she says. Yes Ma’am. The chairs are facing each other. Gina pushes the small table in between them out of the way, sits down, leans back, and puts her feet right on my junk.
Okay baby, I get it.
I grab both feet and rub them against myself. Her eyes are ablaze with mischief now, staring at my crotch. She grasps the waistband of my shorts with the toes of her right foot. I undo them, and pull out my cock.
“Nice,” she comments. “Shaved, too. Good man.” She reaches for her phone, and zooms in on my cock standing between her feet. Then she grasps my shaft with both sets of toes, and makes three attempts to stroke it. Each time it slides from between her feet.
“I’m not very coordinated today,” she laughs.
“Here,” I say. Cock out, blood gone from out of my head, I clumsily scoot my chair closer a few inches. I bang my knee on the stupid table, cursing. I pull both of her feet up to my mouth as I start to suck and lick her toes while I stroke myself.
“I can’t see,” she pouts. I scoot until I’m in a configuration where she can see me stroke myself while I lick her feet. “Come on them,” she says firmly.
I want to come on them, all over them, but I know we’re done for good once that happens. I’m gonna make this last.
“Make you wait,” I say, my voice muffled by her toes. She pushes my face with her soles roughly. “Bastard,” she smiles. Then she flips me off. I can’t help it, I laugh. She opens her mouth in mock outrage, pulling her feet off my face. I grab her right ankle hard, pulling it toward me. “Gimme that,” I grunt. “I love your toes. So hot.”
“Then come on them. Come for me.” Gina bends her left leg across her body, grasps her foot, and pulls it up to her face, staring at me. I moan. So hot.
“Oh, you like that huh?” She pulls her foot up to her face and licks the side of her big toe. She kisses it, and then bites it. I’m not gonna last.
She flexes both legs down, pointing those long, pretty pink toes right at my cock. “Come for me. Come on them.”
I blow all over her toes, a copious load smothering the little flowers on her pink toes. Not so pink now. She smiles a satisfied smile, and rubs her feet together, distributing the coating over the tops of her toes and her soles into a soft sheen. I heave a sigh. Damn. I stare at the indentation her anklet made in her skin from when I was holding her there.
Silently, she sits up, slips her feet into her flats, stands up and stares at me for a moment. Spent, junk hanging out, dripping, I stare up at her in a daze. She regards me.
“Thanks,” she says. She turns and leaves. As she walks out of the little alcove, I can hear the new squeak of her wet, sticky feet in her ballet flats. The sound fades as her footsteps get further and further away. A door, then silence.
I compose myself, look around, still in daze from what just happened. Well, there’s no topping that today, and I don’t want to try. I shuffle out the building, and stop at the now-empty bench.
I sit down, pull out a cigarette, and light up. I smoke and watch the setting sun.
Day Three is always the best day.
THE END
[ January 07, 2011, 05:33 PM: Message edited by: hyperion2424 ]
Posted by wazdaname (Member # 29767) on :
^Good stuff man, really well written!
Posted by jamaicanfeet (Member # 16678) on :
Loved your story Danielle...especially the under the table part...always been a HUGE fantasy of mine. Thanks.
Posted by hyperion2424 (Member # 39397) on :
OK WAZ, here's another story with a different point of view. To other folks who might skip around in threads (like me): This makes more sense if you read the story above first. Also, Tuck the kids in, PG time is over.
********************************* UNTITLED #2
It’s a little game we like to play.
Well, it started out that way, but Gina fucking ran with it.
We’d only been dating a few weeks when I first confided my foot fetish to Gina. I was worried about telling her. At worst, I thought she would be totally grossed out and dump me. At best, I’d probably get an unenthusiastic footjob every couple of months. But she blew my fucking mind.
“You keep saying that,” she said one night, after the umpteenth time I’d casually mentioned how I thought her feet were pretty, or that I liked her shoes, or whatever. Then I poured it all out. I’ll never forget that scene. We were sitting on the couch at her place, the TV was on mute. She listened, she asked questions. She really wanted to know how the fetish works. I told her about how pretty her feet are, and why they are pretty. When I finished, she put her feet up on the table and looked at them, really looked at them, long and hard.
“Wow,” she said.
After that, the floodgates fucking opened. She’d send a picture of her feet to me almost every day. Every time she put a new color on her toes, every time she bought new shoes. Hell, every time she felt like it, which was a lot. She’d shoot a dozen at work if she got bored, and message me. She knew I’d drop whatever I was doing an wank furiously. She wanted to hear about that. Oh, she has me twisted up, alright. It’s fucking great.
I started playing with her feet during sex. Turns out she loved having her toes sucked, and I’m the first guy who’s ever done that with her. She gives me fabulous footjobs, it’s awesome when she’s staring at me while jerking my cock with her feet. She rubs it all in when I’m done. Sometimes, she’ll put her shoes back on and spend a day, or a night, in those sticky shoes.
Her favorite part, no doubt, is the footrubs. That is to say, bragging to her friends about how pampered she is. When we’re at someone’s apartment, or whatever, she’ll put her feet in my lap. Her friends say she’s so lucky. One time I caught a guy at the bar checking out her feet. It should have pissed me off, because he was staring like a fucking creep. Not entirely true. He was just staring. I pointed him out to Gina, and she just laughed. But something about it was kinda... I don’t know. That was about six months ago.
And then last night, I really thought I blew it. I got liquored up and I finally told Gina my latest, most dirty and secret fantasy. I told her I wanted to watch another guy worship her feet. She was quiet for a second, and then she asked me, “What does that mean?” I told her I wanted to see a guy rub her feet, kiss them, and maybe suck her toes. I started to say that maybe I wanted to see another guy come on her feet, but I stopped myself. I wasn't that wasted.
She was real quiet after that. We parted for the night, and I spent most of it awake, worried about what I fucked up. And then today, ten minutes ago, she texted me. All it said was this:
meet me in Winter Hall taking pics this time u watch
So, I dropped my shit and walked across campus to the building and met her in the hallway. She walked me to the middle and all she said was, “Stand here. And watch.” She pointed out the window she took me to. Then she turned on her heel and walked off.
“Watch what?” I called after her. I was confused. What game is she playing now? She turned her head while she walked off. Her hair flipped in that way that makes me instantaneously hard. She turned, and then she was gone. I looked out the window. Nothing but a bench, grass and trees. I can’t even sit down, I’m just standing here at this window in the hall like a fuckbag. Okay Gina, whatever.
There she is. She’s wearing black flats. Huh. She doesn’t have a pair of black flats. I guess she does now. I like them with the leggings and the anklet though. Maybe she can wear them tonight. She looks damn good sitting there on that bench.
Look at this asshole. Going over and sitting down to watch her where he thinks she won’t see him. Asshole. Yeah, keep looking around buddy. Whoa, I should probably chill out a little. Probably just a dude, perfectly cool. Probably not an asshole.
Oh, and here come the cigarettes. Uh oh. Gina only smokes when she’s drunk or feeling slutty. And she never buys them. So, what the fuck? And now the shoes come off, nice. Pink toes today. Damn, those are bright. I see you looking at me, you little slut. And here comes the cam. Strike a pose, sweetheart.
First pic. I’ll be blasting a hole through that later. She’s never done it out in the open like this. And it sure got Asshole’s attention! Look at this guy! He’s gonna fall off the fucking bench, man! Funny. Second pic. Oh, this guy’s fucking riveted now! Get a good look, Asshole. How often do you see that? Gina shoots me another look. Do you think I’m gonna go anywhere, darlin’? Shit.
Hey, where ya goin’, Asshole? Oh. He’s got a cig and is gonna ask her for a light, probably. Fucking trite. She’s outta your league, dude. You’re not exactly her type. This guy has dark hair. You’re not her type, Asshole. I am.
But he’s talking to her. And, they are both looking at her feet.
Interesting.
Another look towards me from Gina. And now—what the—HE’S got a camera, and HE’S taking a picture of her feet! That is cool! But shit, look at his hand shake! All he’s gonna get from that shot is ten pink streaks. Still, I’d jerk off to that. Man, she is playing it cool. They’re chatting again. She seems to be enjoying herself.
And how she’s holding her foot. He says something.
Whoa.
She’s… She’s giving him her foot! What the—he’s rubbing it!
Fuck!
I feel my dick getting rock hard. That little slut! That fucking, little… fucking hot slut! Oh, fuck! I look around the hallway. Empty. Just like campus today. Lucky. Now she’s got both feet in his lap. I can’t see around the fucking bench. She’s smoking again.
I text her:
fukn hot
She’s ignoring it! Look at her head roll around. Asshole must give a good footrub. I wish I could see! Wait, what are they..? They’re leaving! Where..? They’re walking… Stopping at that tree… shoes off. She looks back here. He’s rubbing his hands together.
This guy’s good. Look at her there. Good job, Asshole! She’s got her cam…
Oh fuck. Is that gonna be a picture of her feet in his hands? Fuckfuckfuck that’s hot. More rubbing. I can’t see shit from in here. I gotta get the fuck outta here. Bench yeah. I run down the hall. With the biggest hardon of my life.
Outside. Okay, be cool, be quiet. Okay. Bench. Better. Breathe. Still there, good. And now, he’s—
No fucking way! You. Are. Shitting. Me.
He’s kissing her feet! No! He’s sucking her toes! She’s loving it! Fucking look at her! He’s really going at it, too. Like a lot. Shit, motherfucker, save some for me. Man, my goddamn cock is gonna blow these pants right off.
Ha ha, here’s comes some shithead walking down the sidewalk. He can’t believe it. It’s not every day you see some dude in the grass at school sucking some girl’s toes.
Sucking my Gina’s toes.
Now he’s got her shoe in his hand, running his finger along the top. They both laugh at something. God, I wanna beat off right here. I’m thinking about it. No. But I will fuck her tonight, hard and good. Now they’re talking again while he rubs his hands all over her feet.
Now what? She’s on her tummy now. He’s staring at her ass. Oh, she’s stretched out looking right at me while Asshole licks her soles. I can see her eyes glued right on me. I am gonna have a fucking heart attack. He looks up. I look away. If he thinks I’m watching him he’s gonna get spooked and split.
Maybe I want him to.
And I don’t. I want this to play out. This is confusing. I’m watching my sweet girl get her feet worshipped by some Asshole that I don’t even know. And I’m jealous. And I love it.
I must be fucking crazy.
They’re still there. Shit, it’s been a long time. How long, I wond—
Clock Tower. Five! Almost an hour and a half! Okay, now Gina’s rolled over and is sitting up. Now what? She’s just staring at him. Did he piss her off? She looks over here. Stop doing that! Okay! They’re standing up. She’s leading him… over here! What the fuck? I can’t be looking at them. Before I turn my head Gina looks right fucking at me. And she grabs his hand!
What. The. Fuck. Is. Happening.
They went into Winter Hall! Now what?
I almost wish I had a smoke. I guess I’ll wait.
******************************************* Quarter past. The door to Winter Hall opened a bunch of times, and a bunch of times it was not Gina or Asshole. Door again. I look. It’s her. She’s walking fast, towards me. She comes to the bench, and somehow without stopping, she grabs my hand, pulls me up and says, “Come on!”
We walk next door to the Library. “Gina,” I start. She tells me to shut up. What the fuck? We go downstairs to the basement level, around the hall, and into a study carrel. She shuts the door. I stand there in the little room, completely confused and kinda pissed about having to wait. And still a little turned on. She turns to the side. Instinctively, I look down at her feet. Her toe cleavage is shiny. She completely ignores me while she slips off these mysterious black flats. Her feet are actually wet. All over her toes, in between too. She looks at me, twists her right foot on the tile floor, then lifts it to reveal her wet footprint. Little white strings stretch out.
Then in a sudden motion, she turns to me, steps forward, and pushes me hard into the wall. It thuds and shakes when I hit it. She grabs me around the neck, pulls my ear down to her mouth roughly, and bites it, hard.
And then she whispers, “My feet are all sticky.” She pulls back, looks me in the eyes, then kisses me on the mouth.
I’m stunned, not kissing back. It takes a minute to sink in. Sticky. STICKY. Asshole. She took him somewhere and he came on her feet.
Suddenly my dick is throbbing hard again and I’m kissing her back in a frenzy. But she pushes away, gets down on her knees, and unzips my pants. She pulls out my cock and then it’s surrounded by the wetness of her mouth. She slides me in, out, in, out, and then she takes me deep, almost all the way in. I look at her feet. Her soles are up and they are glistening with another guy’s come.
“You fucking naughty slut,” I moan. She finds that funny. She begins furiously working me with her mouth. I don’t last long. She swallows it all, pulling back, wiping her lips and staring at me with the most shit-eating grin I’ve ever seen.
Gina moves quickly over to a chair. She pulls off her leggings, carefully avoiding smearing her feet on them. “Come on,” she beckons, legs spread. My first thought is that these carrel doors don’t lock. My only other thought is, Fuck it. I get down on my knees and begin to lick her pussy.
“Did that make you hot?” She mocks me. “Did you like seeing him suck on my pink toes?” I get hard again. “Do you like seeing his come in my shoes? You’re the naughty one, not me.” She stops talking, concentrating on what I’m doing. Then it’s her turn to go off on me.
I don’t let her come down. I pick her up and lay her on the table on her back.
“Wait,” she says. “Hand me my purse.”
“Are you kidding me?” But I do it. She pulls out her cam and shows me a picture. It’s her feet and a cock. Not my cock.
Fuck. That spins me out like fucking crazy. I grab her ankles and penetrate her. Her come-covered feet are inches away from my face.
I guess it’s a little game we like to play.
THE END.
Posted by combine_hunter (Member # 39526) on :
Well done, hyp.
I enjoyed both of them, but especially the first one and ending #1. I like how you tied them together, as well.
Posted by Beautifulfeetonline.com (Member # 13717) on :
Thanks for the feedback, I will try to write more stories involving under the table activity ;-)
Danielle xoxo
Posted by Danielle Moore (Member # 34633) on :
quote:Originally posted by ROYALS22262: Danielle, your website is elegant, beautiful, and a pure joy, just as you are. The pictures of your legs and feet in shear sandalfoot hose on your desk are some of my very favorite of all time. Just gorgeous. I would love to see more pictures of your legs and feet in sandalfoot hose, so you can see your gorgeous toes well! I would love to read a story from you where you dominate a woman with your feet at work! Where she must worship and smell your sexy feet! HOT!! THANKS FOR EVERYTHING! DAVE...ROYALS22262
You made me blush...lol Thank you for the wonderful compliments and I will certainly do more photos involving sandalfoot hose and my legs.
It's this type of feedback that inspires me to do more work, to be honest I was getting bored doing the photos as i wasn't get much response.
Danielle xoxo
Posted by wazdaname (Member # 29767) on :
Cool second story hyp, and thanks for throwing one in beautifulfeet it was awesome. I love that people are contributing to this thread. I believe a lot more people enjoy these than you think. I mean its got several replies, 3-4 people already contributing, and you know there are lurkers who are reading and enjoying but not saying so. So i think it could be pretty popular.
Ill throw mine in. This was actually written by my GF. And for background, Calli is her best friend, the photographer (who she didn't know really who she was talking about but knows of him) is actually Patrick, now described isn't his type of soles of silk work and it involves film and photos but hey its a fictional story, and the fourth guy is a stranger, could be anyone. As for the "you" in the story, it was written for me so It technically is me, but go ahead and consider that anyone also.
It was some random weekend in Spring when Calli and I made the drive to Maryland. We were going to meet you and the photographer who said he would be down to take pictures of my feet. At first Calli wasn't sure she wanted to get involved (as she isn't into the feet thing at all but definitely open minded) but after a little encouragement she agreed and soon became almost as excited as you and me. We finally made it to Baltimore and met you in the parking lot. I could tell you were excited. We walked in to the studio where we greeted the photographer. After introductions were made, he asked to see my feet. He told us how thrilled he was that we had made the trip and that he couldn't wait to photograph some of the most beautiful feet he had ever seen. So I slipped off my Uggs and sat down in a chair. He asked if he could massage them and I happily agreed. He eagerly took my sweaty feet into his hands. He massaged the balls of feet and worked his hands over the soles down to the heels. He then felt each long, slender toe. "WOW!" he exclaimed excitedly. After he was satisfied and had explored the length of my size 9 feet, it was time to get to business.
He introduced us to the 4th person who would be involved in the photos. He was about the same age as us and was just as excited to get to know my feet. So we went to the stage that the photographer had set up. There was a bed and a couch set up like a bedroom. He told us to pretend he wasn't there and to go at it. So you, Calli, the other guy, and I went on the stage. I laid down on the couch with my feet hanging over the armrest. The other guy dropped to his knees and immediately began to worship my feet. He rubbed the smooth soles and sighed with pleasure when I wrinkled them. I spread my long toes as far as I could and he began sucking on them. I then demanded Calli to come do the same to my other foot while you sat on the chair watching with excitement. She came over next to the guy and kneeled down and took my foot into her hands. I leaned my head back as they massaged my feet. I playfully pressed my feet into their faces. "Bite on my heels!" I ordered. They obediently began to chew gently on the heels of my feet. "Suck my toes!" I said getting more and more demanding. The began sucking on my toes noisily. My long toes wiggled in their mouths covered in their saliva. "Play with yourselves!" I said. Calli and the guy began to play with themselves and groaned in pleasure. I looked over at you and smiled coyly at the sight of you playing with yourself too. I was the queen and everyone was worshipping my sexy feet. I told Calli and the guy to stand up and pressed my feet against his hard cock. I asked if he liked when I did that and he nodded, swallowing hard. I began giving him a foot job and told Calli to sit on the arm rest. I told the guy to worship her feet while I rubbed my sweaty feet up and down, gripping his cock with my long toes. Finally, I told you to come over to us. I ordered Calli to put her feet in your face. She breathed in the scent of her feet and smiled happily. I then took my feet and pushed Calli's away telling her that her's were not good enough for you. I shoved then in your face and asked which were better. You breathed in my sweaty, stinky feet that I could smell myself and said that no one's were better than mine. I then began to give you a foot job. You moaned and groaned. I then told you and the guy to jerk off and cum on my feet. So you both stood next to each other and began jerking off. I told Calli to put her feet in my face. I began to worship her feet and sucked on her short, fat toes, the opposite of my own. You and the guy became really excited to see me kissing and licking Calli's feet. I felt the warm cum on my feet as you both just let it go each grabbing your individual foot as if it was your dying possession. I just smiled in pleasure and triumph. You and the guy stumbled back knees weak, dripping sweat from working yourselves so hard over my prized toes. I told Calli to clean my feet. She started to look around for a towel or tissues. I yelled Calli, What are you doing, just use your mouth already. A look of are you serious with an interested and excited twist came over her face. She then quickly got to my feet while we both looked over at the you guys with a devilish grin. She bent down and licked all of the cum from both my feet until they were shining with her saliva.
Just then the photographer yelled "cut!" and said that was the best material he had ever gotten. We watched the video and looked at the pictures. After that, he gave us some copies of the video and screenshots and said next time Im going to be up there with you guys. I said next time? Why not right now? Posted by ROYALS22262 (Member # 2681) on :
Nancy teases a little girl! Nancy loves attention to her gorgeous feet by anyone, she doesn't care who, where or when. I guess that is why she drives me so crazy, and her husband too for that matter. She will take advantage of any situation. That is why I have so many stories about her, because she loves this stuff as much as us. Her pedicured size 8 feet always seem to wind up in someones face! Her husband called me to share this story, I was not there, but Nancy wanted me to find out about it. This happened about 5 years ago, Nancy's son was about to turn one, but another family member was having a birthday party for their kid. It was her husbands family and she didn't want to go, but she felt she had to because her kids party was to be soon after. It was a Sunday afternoon, so that morning she got a fresh pedicure, and decided to wear black flat strappy sandals to show off her newly painted hot pink toes. Many people were outside, Nancy sat on the couch inside watching her one year old crawl and play on the floor. A little 6 year old female cousin was playing with him and plastic blocks. Nancy is dangling her sandal inches from Dina's face, and the little 6 year old starts to stare at her wiggling foot. Your toes are pretty!!! the little girl says, almost out of the blue- and her full attention is on Nancy's foot! Nancy sensing a good time, asks the little girl if she wants to play with her foot? Her husband can't believe her, but let's her have her fun. Sure! The little girl says! Please take my shoe off my poor sore toes. The little girl does it. Go ahead, play with my foot. The right bare foot dangles an inch from the little girl's face, Nancy wiggles her toes. Dina puts her fingers through her toes, pulls on them a little, and rubs the bare foot by her face! That feels sooo good! Rub my feet some more, take the other sandal off too! The girl does everything she says. I hope my feet don't smell too bad- are they alright? I guess so, the girl answers. Take a deep sniff on each foot to be sure. Dina looks puzzled, but says OK. Nancy lifts the right bare sole and sticks her foot right in the young girl's face. The girl smells it, but Nancy doesn't move it, and Dina smells it more! Dina gets weak and starts to slump down. Nancy says, thats a good girl, just lay here at my pretty feet. The girl lies down flat on her back, Nancy lifts her left foot and places it on her little face. The girl sniffs it! Do you like the smell of my pretty feet? Yes, the girl says quietly. Do you play with your mommies feet? I try but she doesn't let me! I will let you, smell my feet all you want! Nancy sits there like a queen with this little girl smelling her feet! Her husband sits there watching her feet in action! Kiss my feet too, ok, Nancy instructs. The girls mother wonders into the room and is upset right away. Your daughter took my shoes off, and she seems to like smelling my feet, so I let her! Dina!!!! Get up now and stop that! I'm sorry, she tries it with me, and of course I don't let her! I didn't want to upset her, so I let her have her fun, Nancy said. I don't blame you, it's my daughter, I don't know why she does these things. We're leaving right now Dina, let's go! Nancy laughed, winked at her husband in a private moment, and then they both looked at the sexy feet another victim smelled and kissed, and laughed again!!!!!
Posted by wazdaname (Member # 29767) on :
I love the participation, good stuff royals!
Posted by combine_hunter (Member # 39526) on :
Here's a little something I wrote up, after being inspired by hyperion's stories and some recent photosets that I've seen.
Btw, "shashinka" is photographer in Japanese.
STONES & BONES
It was a rare weekday off. The weather had cooperated nicely, I thought, as I sat on the stoop smoking a cigarette. Before she left the house to me, my mother gave one instruction: "Don't smoke inside". On days like this one, I didn't particularly mind. Of course, she was gallivanting in Las Vegas, so who would really be the wiser?
Anyway, as I sat there contemplating the mysteries of the universe, and the usual bullshit, in comes a truck to my neighbor's driveway. The bed was covered with a detachable top, so it looked more like an SUV at first glance. Nothing quite as nice as an Escalade, but good enough for what he intended, I suppose. He got out of the driver's side and opened up the back door. Two gorgeous women got out of the truck while the shashinka (my neighbor) detached the top from the truck and set it down in the garage. Usually there was another fellow with him; I knew what they were up to.
These two weren't too different from the previous ones I'd seen with the shashinka. They were both around 5'6"-5'7", with lithe bodies made for athletics (indoor and outdoor, I guess) and beautifully pedicured feet. One of 'em had hair darker than midnight (probably dyed); the other was a fiery red (definitely not dyed). Their low-cut tops revealed ample cleavage, as well.
I sat there watching as the shashinka got them into the bed of the truck and started directing. I hadn't talked to him much since he moved in; he struck me as a bit brusque and dismissive for my taste. I had to admire him for bringing all these hot women around, though. They didn't even notice that I was sitting next door the entire time they shot; about 30 minutes passed before the shashinka guided them into his house.
After 25 years, there were two things I had figured out about women. Most of them didn't care for metal, and they weren't too keen on me once they knew I was more interested in their feet than anything else. I finished off my cigarette and was lighting a second one when I heard footsteps approaching. It was a smooth gait that spoke much of the person's bearing and confidence. I looked up and there was the shashinka. I looked him in the eye, waiting for him to say his piece and move on.
"What are you up to today?" he asked.
"Oh, nothing much. What about you?"
"Well, I have a couple of ladies in the house, and no assistant. So I was wondering if you could help me out for a few minutes."
"What do you want me to do?"
"Oh, you know, set up some stuff and maybe get the ladies something to drink. That sort of thing."
I nodded and stood up. "Fine."
To be honest, I was surprised he would need my help with anything. But I followed him anyway. He gestured for me to go inside while he got his indoor equipment from the truck. I walked inside the house; just inside the door was a long hallway that led to the common room. On my left against the wall sat a black leather couch. It was one of those squarish "art deco" things, made more for style than comfort. Yet that's where I found the two ladies I had seen the shashinka working with.
I could sense their discomfort immediately. I guess they weren't too fond of strangers, either.
I gave a weak wave. "Hello there."
The ladies nodded at me. The dark-haired one seemed to be radiating contempt in addition to the discomfort that was there previous.
The shashinka walked into the room then with his lights and other odds and ends.
"Well, these are the ladies," he said. "Stones and Bones."
I chuckled. "You're kidding." It sounded like a joke I'd make.
"Yeah, you know that song from the band Yakuza?"
I nodded. Of course I knew the song. It was one of my favorites from 2010. Apparently, the shashinka didn't want to give me their real names; it was also bluntly obvious they weren't going to introduce themselves.
The shashinka gestured to the equipment and gave me instructions on how to set it up. I put the lights on each end of the couch, back toward the opposite wall. Once that was done, he handed me the camera and tripod and I put that together as well. Then he gestured for me to go into the kitchen to get some drinks. This whole time, Stones and Bones sat on the couch, one leg crossed over the other, dangling their heels. Both women wore black pumps.
I walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. If nothing else, there was plenty of beer and soda. I grabbed a soda for myself and beers for the rest of them.
"How's this?" I asked.
The shashinka looked up from his camera and nodded. "That's fine. You're welcome to one too, you know."
"Nah, that's ok. I'm fine with this," I showed him the soda and opened it up. I took a sip and watched as the shashinka directed his ladies again. For what they might have lacked in friendliness, Stones and Bones were total professionals when it came to their craft. They didn't complain or even bat an eyelash at the shashinka, no matter what he asked. As they slowly took off their pumps, I felt a stiffening in my lower body. I was leaning up against the wall opposite the couch, just standing there watching the master at work.
The shashinka gestured for Stones to put her feet in Bones' lap. This was getting interesting. Which way would he go with this?
Bones lifted the dark-haired lady's feet closer to her face; I could see Stones' french pedicure quite well. It was perfectly done. Bones had her feet under the coffee table just in front of the couch. I had set the beers down on the coffee table (not forgetting the coasters, of course) before taking my position on the opposite wall. Bones was caressing Stones' left foot, stopping now and then to kiss and lick it gently. She did it slowly and evenly; there was no hurry in her strokes. Stones gave a barely perceptible moan each time the redhead's tongue touched her sole.
Bones then went to work on the arch. Stones grabbed her beer and drank gratefully. Then she put it down and gestured for Bones to put her feet in her lap. Bones took a sip of her beer and then acquiesced. Now they were rubbing each other's feet as the shashinka continued to snap off pictures. He eventually ran out of space on his memory card; I pulled one of the extras out of my pocket and handed it to him. He gave me the filled one, which I put aside for later.
Once they were done with the mutual massage, the shashinka had them put their feet up on the coffee table. I rearranged the various things on top of it (magazines, the beers, and such), and then retreated to my spot. They stretched their legs out, patted down their skirts to keep their underwear covered, and started scrunching their toes. Bones had her toes painted red to match her fiery hair; she was starting to look in my direction more. Both ladies had impeccable soles, though Stones had the higher, more feminine arch. Bones was no slouch, though. Her soles were delicately pale, but quite meaty. All in all, I couldn't have asked to be with better models.
Over the next twenty minutes or so, the shashinka had the ladies bend, twist, and scrunch their soles. The ladies even got a little inspired to cross their legs over each other and laughed at the result. Even I cracked a smile. They were utterly beautiful, in the springtime of their youth, and the shashinka was capturing this moment for posterity, so that the rest of us who couldn't be there that day would be able to see everything that had gone on and appreciate it.
As the sun was setting, the shashinka popped out the second memory card and stretched. He handed it to me; I set it down next to the first one and awaited further instruction. He checked his watch and looked out the window.
"Looks like we're done for today. Thanks, ladies." They nodded at him. He then gestured for me to clear up. I took down the lights and set them aside. I walked back into the kitchen and tossed my empty soda in the garbage can. I chuckled softly. After all, it's not every day that one gets to attend a photoshoot with models of that caliber. The shashinka had left a notepad on his desk. I looked down at it and noticed that there was room on there to write down my e-mail address. Apparently, he was willing to share the spoils before they went up on his site for everyone else to see. I wrote down my e-mail quickly and left the house.
I pulled out my keys and opened up my front door. The sun had nearly set by this time; I estimated that it had been about two or three hours since I had been sitting there.
My recliner was waiting for me inside. I sat back and put my legs up, finally relaxing. Being in a room with two hot models like Stones and Bones was unusual; I was feeling tense. I closed my eyes for a moment and fell asleep.
A loud knock woke me up. I checked my watch; it was 7:30 PM. I had neglected to put on a light when I returned home, so I was bathed in darkness. The knocking commenced; I shouted for whoever was out there to hold on and rose from the recliner. After turning on a couple lights, I moved to the front door. I opened up the door and was surprised to see who was calling on me.
"Hi there," Bones said. "Mind if I come in?"
I nodded dumbly and she pushed past me gently, but insistently.
"Did you check your e-mail?"
Somehow, that had slipped my mind. "As soon as I came back, I took a nap."
She nodded and grinned. "The pictures turned out great."
"Well, that's good. It looked like he knew what he was doing."
Bones was kneeling in front of my PC. She looked up at me and winked. "You have no idea."
I wasn't sure I wanted to know what that meant. She brought up Chrome and opened her e-mail. She clicked on the message from the shashinka and then downloaded one of the attached photos to my desktop. The photo was displayed on the monitor; she then clicked on the desktop and chose that photo to be the wallpaper. I smiled. The picture showed her and Stones sucking each other's toes. As she said, the shashinka sure did know what he was doing.
"How does that look?" she asked.
I gave a thumbs-up. "Perfect."
She rose and approached me slowly. I guess I looked confused; she smiled winningly.
"So, what would you like to do now?" She put a hand on my chest and looked up into my eyes. Then she slipped out of her heels and sat in my recliner.
I grinned. "Well, I'm sure we can think of something." She put those beautiful soles up and I got started.
END.
Posted by wazdaname (Member # 29767) on :
^More participation, more great stories. Im telling you, this could take off as a section all to itself. With different subtopics and categories and what not.
Posted by Patrick (Member # 1169) on :
Danielle,
This is how you have to look at stories, no response and positive response are good. People usually are quick to bitch and complain about things they don't like, but usually never bother to compliment something to did enjoy. Some will go the extra mile and tell you, but they're not as common.
And as for this story with me, I'm looking forward to this!
Wazdaname,
Sounds hot, except for the part where I only got to record this all on camera and didn't get involved. Sniffle... Tell her she owes me a nice private, after the shoot scene. Heehee...
Patrick
Posted by Danielle Moore (Member # 34633) on :
quote:Originally posted by Patrick: Danielle,
This is how you have to look at stories, no response and positive response are good. People usually are quick to bitch and complain about things they don't like, but usually never bother to compliment something to did enjoy. Some will go the extra mile and tell you, but they're not as common.
And as for this story with me, I'm looking forward to this!
Patrick
Thanks Patrick, although I know this to be true, sometimes, especially on Forums like this, it's hard to remember ;-)
Danielle xoxo
Posted by Tiny Dave (Member # 30771) on :
quote:Originally posted by Rider Aldebaran: To be honest, I can't really get into foot stories unless some shrinking on part of the guy in the story is involved. I guess I've been spoiled by the giantess community. lol
Same here. Posted by wazdaname (Member # 29767) on :
Is anyone into foot stories involving a family member (besides mom). I can't get into that what so ever but like experiences with an aunts, cousins, or maybe even sisters foot. Just wondering. I probably can enjoy those because I don't have any of those so I could see a guy with a sister being not okay with that. But am just asking.
Posted by ROYALS22262 (Member # 2681) on :
My younger sister liked making me smell her feet growing up. It probably shaped my foot fetish desires, and interest in foot smelling in particular. So I enjoy those type of stories. They are usually innocent. It was nothing perverted, no incest craziness, just silly playful brother/sister teasing and fun. For my sister it was a goof. For me, it was more. At first I didn't understand why i liked it, and then over the years i grew up, and sort of figured it out. I would love to hear those kind of stories. I understand that there could be a fine line there that shouldn't be crossed. This can be a sensitive issue.
Posted by wazdaname (Member # 29767) on :
^ I am the same way. I like it to a point of more innocent but foot involved stuff. Not hardcore action between family members. And if it does not cross that line then I usually enjoy reading stories about that. I am actually writing a story that involves my GF and her younger sister. I hope it comes out well and if I think it does I will post it here.
Posted by ROYALS22262 (Member # 2681) on :
I would love to read that story WAZ! I hope your girl dominates her sister with her awesome sexy feet!
Posted by jamaicanfeet (Member # 16678) on :
quote:Originally posted by wazdaname: Is anyone into foot stories involving a family member (besides mom). I can't get into that what so ever but like experiences with an aunts, cousins, or maybe even sisters foot. Just wondering. I probably can enjoy those because I don't have any of those so I could see a guy with a sister being not okay with that. But am just asking.
This one's for you Wazdaname. Hope you like it.
WARNING: This story deals with a sexual encounter between same family members. If you don't like this sort of thing, leave now. Or use your find and replace features to change the story. Don't whine to me later because: you have been warned.
She was shocked, more than shocked. At first, when Julie Warner had discovered her younger brother's stash of girlie magazines and pictures, she'd merely smiled and thought that he was a typical male. She knew he had this stuff..but she wasn't quite prepared for what she found.
Julie had come home from her studies at Miskatonic University for a week to help her parents prepare to add onto their house. Now that both their children were gone, the senior Warner's were going to build a new recreation room. Julie had begun packing up her brothers room because it was going to become part of this new room. She had seen and packed many wonderful memorabilia that made her smile thinking of her handsome and strapping younger brother Jack, who was now at the Merchant Marine Academy.
Now, the 23 year old girl was experiencing powerful emotions and thoughts as she looked through her brother's carefully hidden stash of adult material. Instead of the Hustler and Playboy's that she expected to find, she found titles such as Leg Tease, Leg Show, and Under Her Feet. All of the magazines seemed to focus on what Julie had heard called a foot fetish. This didn't really distrub her, it was certainly different though. Julie thumbed through the issues, seeing women doing things with their legs and feet that she never imagined before. What did disturb Julie though, were the drawings. Placed within the pages of what was obviously Jack's favorite magazine, were six perfectly executed sketches. Julie had known about Jack's artistic talent, but she had never seen him draw anything like this!
Each drawing depicted a nude male, lying supine on the floor. Seated above him in a chair or on a sofa, was a female, dressed differently for each picture. "But always wearing stockings." Julie thought. The woman had her bare feet on the males cock, and was apparently rubbing it. Three of the pictures were obviously "tease" scenes, while the others showed the male having an orgasm. Jack had delicately penciled the streams of cum shooting into the air and onto the feet of the woman.
But it was still not the subject matter that bothered Julie. It was the faces on the drawings. Each of the male's was drawn to look like her younger brother...and all of the females looked just like her.
Julie's mouth hung open slightly as she tried to take in the idea of her younger brother's incestuous thoughts.
"Oh my god, he wants me to do this to him?" Julie thought, her heart beating faster and her face flushing. And THAT'S what bothered Julie the most. Not her brother's porn stash, and not his foot fetish. It was the fact that she was pleasantly excited by the idea of Jack lusting after her.
Julie put the drawings aside and stood up quickly, trying to clear her mind. But the train of thought was unstoppable, and there was no way she could derail it. She thought of her younger brother, growing up, getting bigger every year and entering athletics. She remembered the times she'd accidently seen him naked in the bathroom, shocked by the size of his cock, or the times she'd heard him masturbating in his room. Now she realized that on at least some of those occasions, he'd been thinking about her.
Sitting down again, Julie felt a hot pulse between her legs that she was unable to supress. She breathed deeply a few times before picking up one of the drawings again. The face on the woman was her, smiling, laughing as the man on the floor, her brother, came all over her feet. Swallowing hard, Julie once again felt the sexual arousal in her stir.
She had never wanted to admit an attraction to her brother. It was a little thing, but it was always there, and there were nights when she'd purposely crept to his door to listen to him jerk-off. Julie had once or twice imagined going into Jack's room, and finishing him off with her own hand, and what it would be like to see her brother twist and writhe under her own body during sex.
Putting the picture down again, Julie extended her legs out and looked at her bare feet. They were a pair of nice size sevens. She had not had a pedicure in a while and had no polish on her nails. Julie twisted her ankles and examined her smooth soles and heels. "I've gotta take better care of them." She thought.
It had never occurred to Julie before that her feet might be sexy, and that some men might want her to rub them on their bodies. Juile was not a virgin, and she tried to imagine using her feet like in the drawings. She shook her head and took the magazines and the drawings to her room, where she hid them carefully.
Julie had a lot of thinking to do.
Two days later there was no longer a problem. As she worked, Julie thought about her younger brother, and the hidden mutual attraction they shared. She had at last rationalized it in her mind, and was prepared to take action. Julie wasn't sure what Jack would do when she came on to him. She feared he might back off, or that he might have lost his attraction. Therefore she had to do something when he couldn't get away, and that would appeal to his foot fetish.
"But what?" She thought. Jack would be coming home for only one day this Friday for dad's birthday dinner. He would have to leave again right after that was over. What could she do discreetly in public without alerting their parents?
Julie was taking a break from moving as she thought about this. She sat on the sofa sipping a Snapple and flipping channels. Her fingers stopped on the Nick at Night channel. They usually had something funny on, and Julie thought that if she could get a good laugh, her brain might give her the answer she sought.
She smiled as she saw that it was old episode of Three's Company. John Ritter's character had moved out of the apartment after getting into a fight with Janet and Chrissy. Julie had not seen this one before and watched, giggling.
Then came a dinner table scene at the new employer's house. Julie's heart jumped up in her throat as the camera cut under the table to show the character called Mrs. Layton remove her slingback pump. She then moved her foot over to the leg of John Ritter's character.
A light bulb went on in Julie's head. "That's it!!" she said, a little too loudly.
"What is it sweetheart?" Her mom asked from the kitchen.
"Oh, I was just yelling at the TV mom!" Julie quickly hit the remotes buttons to find a ball game. You yell at ball games, not sitcoms.
But Julie didn't care at this point. She knew EXACTLY how to get to her brother's weakness, and in public! Jack was a pretty cool character under stress, so she hoped he could stay that way while she did her business. They certainly didn't want to get busted for doing this!
"Well, I'll see how he reacts and go from there." Julie thought excitedly. Her mind was still racing and she knew she had to hit the mall Thursday morning for a pedicure, new shoes and new nylons.
"Little brother doesn't know what 's about to hit him!" Juile thought wickedly.
Jack Warner pulled his pick-up truck into an empty spot outside of the dinner theater. He was dressed in an Armani suit that one of his classmates had loaned him. It fit beautifully, and he felt ready to see his family again after being away for several months. "Too bad it's just for one night," He thought, wistfully, "We'll have to make it one to remember."
He locked the vehicle and went inside, seeing his family as soon as he entered the lobby.
Julie's appearance jumped out at him. Jack tried not to get bug-eyed as he took in his sister. She was wearing a light, sleeveless dress that perfectly complimented her short red hair. The material was wrapped tight around her shapely body, and Jack felt the beginnings of a reaction from deep inside him. Being a fetishist, Jack could not help but look down at Julie's feet. They were encased in sheer nylons, and he could see the reinforcements on the toes and heels that were plainly visible from the slingback high heels she wore.
Hugging his mom and dad, Jack then turned to Julie, who kissed him enthusiasically before hugging him with equal power. "Hey stud, it's so good to see you!" She smiled up at him. At 20 years old he was four inches taller than her, even in her high heels. Julie hugged him again, feeling the strong, tight muscles of his chest and arms, built up from long days at the academy.
Yes, Julie thought, this man, my brother, really turns me on!
"Hey yourself sweetie, it's good to see you too!" Jack held Juile's hand, happy and somewhat taken off guard by her affection. She had never been a "touchy-feely" person, much to his dismay. Now she seemed anxious to get close to him. Jack wasn't complaining, and enjoyed the view of his sister's cleaveage, and her nyloned legs. He again felt his loins stir as the sweet scent of her perfume filled his nostrils.
Looking down into the smiling face of his gorgeous sister, Jack felt all the memories and emotions come back. He had always had a crush on his big sister, and it had only gotten worse as time went on. Her perfect little feet had haunted him, and he yearned to taste the forbidden fruit of her toes and soles. But most of all he wanted to feel those feet on his body, stroking and teasing.
Jack looked away from his sister quickly, laughing to cover himself as he knew he was letting his imagination get away from him. He started when he felt Julie pinch his ass. He looked back at her, shocked, only to see her still smiling face, with a hint of mischief in her eyes. Jack could only smile back, wondering what the hell she was up to. The fact that he was getting an erection didn't help either.
The party of four was led to their table, and Julie was glad to see the dim, intimate lighting and long tablecloths that would help her in her mission. She also noted the orchestra and the dance floor. "That could be useful later on." She thought, very pleased with herself and her plan. When they took their seats, Julie was hoping that ingrained habit would take over. The Warners had always been a table family when it came to meals, and the seating arrangements had always been the same, with the parents and children seated across from one another.
This was again the case, and the last possible obstacle for Julie was removed when she slid into the chair across the table from her brother. She gave her brother another big smile as she pulled her chair up as close to the table as possible, moving the tablecloth so that her legs were underneath.
Julie felt her heart beating faster at the thought of what she was about to do. She was nervous and excited about how her brother would react to her sexual advance. And she was scared too of discovery. This was not the sort of thing one wanted the parents, or anyone else to find out about! She was also a little unsure of what to do. This was the first time she'd ever done anything like this before.
"Not yet." Julie silently told herself. She kept both her high heeled feet planted firmly on the floor in front of her chair. Noting the table width, Julie guessed she could reach her brother's leg. "I'll go as far as I can." She thought, unable supress a smile of secret delight.
The family ordered drinks and chatted pleasantly about the birthday gifts that dad had received. There were smiles all around, but Jack kept getting a deeper vibe from his sister. Her smiles were more flirtatious, her eyes more playful, and her whole manner made Jack think of her more as a beautful woman than as his older sister. His slight erection had not gone away as he stole glances at his sister's cleavage. He now met his sister's gaze and returned her smiles, feeling the old attraction coming back even stronger. Julie could feel this too and her nervousness increased. She crossed her legs and began kicking one foot.
Appetizers arrived, and the family began to partake, still all smiles, jokes and good feelings. "It's now or never girl!" Julie thought to herself as she watched her brother begin to eat.
Under the table, Julie uncrossed her legs, feeling the smooth sensation of the brand new pair of DNKY nylon stockings caressing her knees and thighs. Julie placed her left foot right behind her right one, and put the toetip of the high heel on the small bone at the very back of her foot right below the ankle.
Applying downward pressure with her left foot, Julie felt the toetip come in contact with the right slingback strap. She contined to gently push down with her left toetip until she had pushed the slingback strap below her stockinged right heel. Holding the strap down with her left foot, Julie discreetly withdrew her right foot from the slingback. As she did so she felt the empty high heel shoe fall on its side. That was OK, as long as she could get to it again when she needed to.
Julie wiggled the stockinged toes of her now shoeless foot, and fixing her brother with a sultry smirk, extended her leg towards him beneath the tablecloth.
Jack looked at Julie, wondering what she was up to now. It was then that he felt a touch on his leg under the table. A touch that was deliberate and affectionate. Seeing his sister's face light up with a bigger smile, and feeling a foot stroking on his calf, Jack Warner nearly choked on his appetizer.
As it was he coughed loudly a few times and shifted in his seat.
"What's wrong son?" His father asked, patting him on the arm.
"I'm ok, I'm ok, no problem." He answered, feeling his throat tighten and looking at his worried mother.
"Too spicy?" Julie pointed to his food, her question innocent yet provocative.
Jack looked squarely at her as her foot continued to gently caress his calf, "Not at all, I can handle a lot more than this."
"We'll see.." Julie answered innocently again, pushing her foot a little harder against his calf. She continued to firmly but gently work up and down his calf, her stockinged foot was slipperly against the fine material of the suit.
Jack was swallowing hard, feeling his own heart racing now. What was Julie doing? How did she know this was his weakness? Why now? Oh my this was a fantasy come to life!
Well, regardless of all this, Jack knew that he had to maintain his composure. This was their father's night and he could not ruin it by freaking out at Julie's advances. He wondered how far Juile would go, and if he could handle the pressure. Already his cock was moving angrily in his pants and he felt a little hot.
Looking across the table at his sexy older sister, Jack realized that she was capable of anything, and that there wasn't a thing he could do about it. He had to sit there and take it. Somehow, that made the scene all that much more forbidden and erotically charged.
Pleasantly resigning himself to the situation, Jack smiled and gave his sister a subtle nod.
Julie didn't care whether her brother was going along with this or not. She had already decided to tease the shit out him at dinner! Julie was so proud of herself! She had taken the initiative and actually done it. Now she sat here in the restaurant rubbing her brother's leg with her stockinged foot.
"You're mine and you can't get away!" Her smirk told him. Julie kept rubbing Jack's calf for a few minutes before changing tactics. She remembered the tv show, and so moved her reinforced nylon toes underneath the cuff of her brother's trouser leg.
Jack gripped his untensils a little tighter as he felt his sister's foot slide up his pants leg. He took a slow, deep breath and tried to concentrate as the toes inched up above his sock to feel his bare skin. Oh how long had he wanted to feel her foot on him? And now, she somehow knew and was indulging him! Jack coughed again and gave his sister a grateful look.
She replied by beginning a slow wiggle of her toes on his shin. She could see he was a little flushed in the face, but was taking this quite well. "Just play the game honey and I'll give you a dinner to remember!" Julie thought, throwing him another sly grin. Her stockinged foot continued to move against his leg.
Finishing their appetizer, several waiters arrived to clear away plates and present the main course. With the arrival of dinner, Julie decided to turn up the heat. She slowly withdrew her foot from her brother's pants leg, careful to push the material back down so that it appeared normal. She then slid the arch of her foot up his calf to his knee, where she began to make little circles with her toes.
Jack coughed again and could feel himself beginning to sweat. This was sooo good! His sister was proving to be a talented mistress and he only wished he'd found out about this sooner. Opening his legs slightly, to giver her better access, Jack tried to eat his dinner.
Julie grinned to herself as she teased the back of her brother's knee with her nyloned toes. She realized that her leg was not quite extneded out all the way. That made her feel even more wicked. Remembering the drawings Jack had made, Julie wondered if her brother had a hard-on yet. She licked her lips lasciviously, wanting to feel his cock and know that she was the one turning him on.
His stomach, along with his cock was getting tighter. Jack tried not to squirm as his sister's stockinged foot traced a path up and down his inner thigh. He tried to focus on his breathing, eating and the conversation taking place. Julie was driving him nuts with her teasing little foot! Jack wanted to tell her how good she was, but there was no way to it. Swallowing hard again and trying not to pant, Jack inched forward in his chair, hoping to give his sister more reach.
Picking up on the subtle movement, Julie fixed her brother with a seductive look, running the tip of her tounge over her upper lip. With that, she extended her leg fully and brought her toes and the ball of her foot into contact with her brother's crotch. Jack's eyes bulged and Julie found herself having to supress a fit of giggles as she saw the helpless sexual desperation in her brother's eyes.
He simply could not believe this was happening. But it was, Jack slowly moved his hand down to his lap and pulled aside his napkin for a quick glance. There, he saw his sister's nylon covered toes working provocatively over the raging tent in his trousers. Jack could see her ruby red polished toes under the reinforcements as they wiggled frimly against his erection. The dull glint of a toe ring through the nylon only made his cock pulse with more excitement.
Jack moaned with lust, unable to control himself as his sister teased his cock with her foot. All eyes at the table turned to Jack, questioning. Pulling himself together, he motioned to his plate, smiled and said, "This dinner is just too good!" His father and mother agreed, and Julie chimed in, "You can't get enough huh?"
"No, I want more!" He grinned back at his sister. They both broke up with laughter at the double meanings, and their parents laughed too, thinking it was just another secret joke between their children. Mom and dad had no idea though, of the sexy moves their daughter was putting on their son under the table.
Julie watched Jack as he began to sweat now. As difficult as it was for him to keep a straight face, Julie knew she had to do the same. The feeling of her brother's cock expanding and throbbing beneath the sole of her foot was doing incredible things to Julie. Her heart racing, she felt warm all over, especially between her legs, and she felt the accumulated moisture begin to soak her skimpy silk panties. Julie wished she could feel Jack's hands on her panties, between her legs, stroking her like she was stroking him.
The naughty thoughts just made Julie work harder. She began to rub her brother's erection faster now, pushing in with her foot so that her sole was making firm contact with the underside of his cock. Taking slow bites of her food, Julie watched her brother's reactions as she brought him closer and closer to orgasm.
White knuckling his fork and knife, Jack was almost at the limit of his strength. Julie's masturbating foot was doing things to him that he had only dreamt about. His cock was straining against the thin barrier of fabric that separated his burning shaft from his sister's soft stockinged foot. She was pumping him vigorously now, and Jack knew that he was going to cum in his pants very soon. He was not sure he could hide it from his parents.
"Maybe I can fake a coughing spell?" He thought desperately. Looking across the candlelit table into his sister's eyes, Jack knew he had to come up with a solution fast. Julie was twirling a bit of her food around her tounge. She winked at him and began moving her foot even faster over his trapped and teased cock.
Julie knew that her brother was close to cumming. Now came the other part of her plan, and she hoped it would work. Dabbing her lips with her napkin, she looked at her parents, "Mom, dad, why don't you two go dance for a couple of songs. You're almost done eating, besides, I think mom owes you a birthday dance!"
Their parents looked at each other expectantly. "You two wouldn't mind if we left you for a while?" Dad asked.
"Oh no, not at all." Jack replied, his throat tight and pre-cum leaking into his boxers. "Shall we?" Dad smiled and stood, taking his wife's arm and together they moved off towards the dance floor. The orchestra had just started playing another slow Glenn Miller tune.
Alone at last, Jack began squriming in his seat and emitting little moans and whimpers of pleasure. Julie just giggled, tilting her head slightly and giving her brother a loving smile.
"Oh, Julie, how did you know?" Jack groaned, trying to keep his voice down.
"That's not important right now little brother. What is important is that you keep your cool. Can you do that? She giggled again.
"Yes." Jack croaked in reply.
"Good, because now comes the big finish." Julie purred at her brother. Beneath the table Julie's foot was moving rapidly against her brother's hot erection. She pushed in with more force and picked up the pace of her pumping foot as fast as she dared without attracting attention. Jack put his utensils down, knowing that his sister was intent on making him cum in his pants. He gripped the sides of his chair and pushed his hips foward into her devlishly talented little foot, rocking slightly in time with her motions.
Julie felt a wetness under her foot, she knew he was close if he was dripping this much pre-cum. "Come on sweetie, cum for Julie, cum for Julie's foot, you know you want it, come on!" She whispered encouragement as she felt her brother's cock throbbing under her nyloned foot.
Jack bit his lip hard, shut his eyes and surrendered to his sexy sister's pumping foot. Over a decade of frustration and desire welled up inside him, and at it's center was the chrurning inside his balls. Jack felt them draw up close to his body and then the violence of the explosion which nearly caused him to scream.
Semen shot down his shaft as though it were a cannon. Spurt after powerful spurt exploded out of his cock to fill his shorts. Julie felt the spasms as her brother came, and she rapidly worked her stockinged toes over and under his cockhead to milk him of his precious liquid. Jack closed his throat, desperate to stave off the cries of ecstasy he so wanted to vent. After all these years, his beautiful sister had surprised him with a footjob that was absolutely draining him dry!
Feeling his body coming back to earth, Jack noticed his erection wilting, firing off a last few bursts of semen as his orgasm subsided. His sister's stockinged toes were gently massaging him as he deflated. Jack relaxed somewhat, trying not to pant. He met his sister's eyes and gave her an utterly spent but grateful look.
Julie burst out laughing at the look on her brother's face. He had really cum hard, and she was surprised but proud that her brother had not lost his composure. Even through the crotch of his pants Julie could feel the wetness, and it warmed her to know her toes were now soaked with her brother's essence. She gave him a wicked smile of satisfaction.
"Well?" She asked.
"That was...incredible, too good..um" Julie cut him off, laughing again at her brother as he tried to pull himself together. He didn't care he was sitting there with shorts full of cum, the experience had been well worth it!
"We'll have to do this again little brother. When can you come home again?"
"Oh I'll make time! Believe me!" Jack responded, his enthusiasm for another encounter with his sister clearly evident in his voice.
Julie laughed again. The two stared at each other lovingly over the candlelight until Julie indicated their parents were returning to the table. They sat up straight again, but Julie left her stockinged foot in Jack's crotch.
The four of them sat for a while and ordered dessert. Just before they left, Julie could feel Jack's cock begin to stir again under her motionless foot. Now it was Julie's turn to get wide-eyed. She had just made her brother cum a few minutes ago, and now he was getting a hard-on again!?
Jack caught Julie's surprised look, and cocked an eyebrow at her. His sister puckered her lips, and began gently stroking his returning erection with her stockinged foot.
"Well, I guess we'd better be off. Jack has a long drive ahead of him." Mom said, clearly disappointed the evening was over.
Jack and Julie were even more disappointed, but did not say so. Julie reluctantly removed her foot from her brother's crotch and felt around gingerly with her nyloned toes to locate her empty slingback. She smiled, feeling her toes were still a bit damp.
The farewells were poignant, as Jack would not be back for a couple of months. After saying goodbye to his parents, Jack turned to Julie, and the siblings held each other for a moment.
"Thank you sis, that was a fantasy come true."
"I've got a lot more in store for you." She said, looking into his eyes.
"Then here's to our next meeting." Jack brushed his hand against his sister's crotch as he turned to leave. Julie gave a little gasp and then smiled. Yes, they would meet again soon, and things would be even hotter than they were tonight.
Julie would make sure of it.
[ January 13, 2011, 06:09 AM: Message edited by: jamaicanfeet ]
Posted by wazdaname (Member # 29767) on :
^Yeah man I had actually seen that story before. I thought it was pretty cool. Like I said I don't have a sister so I don't look at it the same way those with one might. But I definitely can read a story like that and be entertained. But idk why but aunt stories I really like.
Posted by Andy-Laa (Member # 31511) on :
quote:Originally posted by jamaicanfeet: This one's for you Wazdaname. Hope you like it.
WARNING: This story deals with a sexual encounter between same family members. If you don't like this sort of thing, leave now. Or use your find and replace features to change the story. Don't whine to me later because: you have been warned.
She was shocked, more than shocked. At first, when Julie Warner had discovered her younger brother's stash of girlie magazines and pictures, she'd merely smiled and thought that he was a typical male. She knew he had this stuff..but she wasn't quite prepared for what she found.
Julie had come home from her studies at Miskatonic University for a week to help her parents prepare to add onto their house. Now that both their children were gone, the senior Warner's were going to build a new recreation room. Julie had begun packing up her brothers room because it was going to become part of this new room. She had seen and packed many wonderful memorabilia that made her smile thinking of her handsome and strapping younger brother Jack, who was now at the Merchant Marine Academy.
Now, the 23 year old girl was experiencing powerful emotions and thoughts as she looked through her brother's carefully hidden stash of adult material. Instead of the Hustler and Playboy's that she expected to find, she found titles such as Leg Tease, Leg Show, and Under Her Feet. All of the magazines seemed to focus on what Julie had heard called a foot fetish. This didn't really distrub her, it was certainly different though. Julie thumbed through the issues, seeing women doing things with their legs and feet that she never imagined before. What did disturb Julie though, were the drawings. Placed within the pages of what was obviously Jack's favorite magazine, were six perfectly executed sketches. Julie had known about Jack's artistic talent, but she had never seen him draw anything like this!
Each drawing depicted a nude male, lying supine on the floor. Seated above him in a chair or on a sofa, was a female, dressed differently for each picture. "But always wearing stockings." Julie thought. The woman had her bare feet on the males cock, and was apparently rubbing it. Three of the pictures were obviously "tease" scenes, while the others showed the male having an orgasm. Jack had delicately penciled the streams of cum shooting into the air and onto the feet of the woman.
But it was still not the subject matter that bothered Julie. It was the faces on the drawings. Each of the male's was drawn to look like her younger brother...and all of the females looked just like her.
Julie's mouth hung open slightly as she tried to take in the idea of her younger brother's incestuous thoughts.
"Oh my god, he wants me to do this to him?" Julie thought, her heart beating faster and her face flushing. And THAT'S what bothered Julie the most. Not her brother's porn stash, and not his foot fetish. It was the fact that she was pleasantly excited by the idea of Jack lusting after her.
Julie put the drawings aside and stood up quickly, trying to clear her mind. But the train of thought was unstoppable, and there was no way she could derail it. She thought of her younger brother, growing up, getting bigger every year and entering athletics. She remembered the times she'd accidently seen him naked in the bathroom, shocked by the size of his cock, or the times she'd heard him masturbating in his room. Now she realized that on at least some of those occasions, he'd been thinking about her.
Sitting down again, Julie felt a hot pulse between her legs that she was unable to supress. She breathed deeply a few times before picking up one of the drawings again. The face on the woman was her, smiling, laughing as the man on the floor, her brother, came all over her feet. Swallowing hard, Julie once again felt the sexual arousal in her stir.
She had never wanted to admit an attraction to her brother. It was a little thing, but it was always there, and there were nights when she'd purposely crept to his door to listen to him jerk-off. Julie had once or twice imagined going into Jack's room, and finishing him off with her own hand, and what it would be like to see her brother twist and writhe under her own body during sex.
Putting the picture down again, Julie extended her legs out and looked at her bare feet. They were a pair of nice size sevens. She had not had a pedicure in a while and had no polish on her nails. Julie twisted her ankles and examined her smooth soles and heels. "I've gotta take better care of them." She thought.
It had never occurred to Julie before that her feet might be sexy, and that some men might want her to rub them on their bodies. Juile was not a virgin, and she tried to imagine using her feet like in the drawings. She shook her head and took the magazines and the drawings to her room, where she hid them carefully.
Julie had a lot of thinking to do.
Two days later there was no longer a problem. As she worked, Julie thought about her younger brother, and the hidden mutual attraction they shared. She had at last rationalized it in her mind, and was prepared to take action. Julie wasn't sure what Jack would do when she came on to him. She feared he might back off, or that he might have lost his attraction. Therefore she had to do something when he couldn't get away, and that would appeal to his foot fetish.
"But what?" She thought. Jack would be coming home for only one day this Friday for dad's birthday dinner. He would have to leave again right after that was over. What could she do discreetly in public without alerting their parents?
Julie was taking a break from moving as she thought about this. She sat on the sofa sipping a Snapple and flipping channels. Her fingers stopped on the Nick at Night channel. They usually had something funny on, and Julie thought that if she could get a good laugh, her brain might give her the answer she sought.
She smiled as she saw that it was old episode of Three's Company. John Ritter's character had moved out of the apartment after getting into a fight with Janet and Chrissy. Julie had not seen this one before and watched, giggling.
Then came a dinner table scene at the new employer's house. Julie's heart jumped up in her throat as the camera cut under the table to show the character called Mrs. Layton remove her slingback pump. She then moved her foot over to the leg of John Ritter's character.
A light bulb went on in Julie's head. "That's it!!" she said, a little too loudly.
"What is it sweetheart?" Her mom asked from the kitchen.
"Oh, I was just yelling at the TV mom!" Julie quickly hit the remotes buttons to find a ball game. You yell at ball games, not sitcoms.
But Julie didn't care at this point. She knew EXACTLY how to get to her brother's weakness, and in public! Jack was a pretty cool character under stress, so she hoped he could stay that way while she did her business. They certainly didn't want to get busted for doing this!
"Well, I'll see how he reacts and go from there." Julie thought excitedly. Her mind was still racing and she knew she had to hit the mall Thursday morning for a pedicure, new shoes and new nylons.
"Little brother doesn't know what 's about to hit him!" Juile thought wickedly.
Jack Warner pulled his pick-up truck into an empty spot outside of the dinner theater. He was dressed in an Armani suit that one of his classmates had loaned him. It fit beautifully, and he felt ready to see his family again after being away for several months. "Too bad it's just for one night," He thought, wistfully, "We'll have to make it one to remember."
He locked the vehicle and went inside, seeing his family as soon as he entered the lobby.
Julie's appearance jumped out at him. Jack tried not to get bug-eyed as he took in his sister. She was wearing a light, sleeveless dress that perfectly complimented her short red hair. The material was wrapped tight around her shapely body, and Jack felt the beginnings of a reaction from deep inside him. Being a fetishist, Jack could not help but look down at Julie's feet. They were encased in sheer nylons, and he could see the reinforcements on the toes and heels that were plainly visible from the slingback high heels she wore.
Hugging his mom and dad, Jack then turned to Julie, who kissed him enthusiasically before hugging him with equal power. "Hey stud, it's so good to see you!" She smiled up at him. At 20 years old he was four inches taller than her, even in her high heels. Julie hugged him again, feeling the strong, tight muscles of his chest and arms, built up from long days at the academy.
Yes, Julie thought, this man, my brother, really turns me on!
"Hey yourself sweetie, it's good to see you too!" Jack held Juile's hand, happy and somewhat taken off guard by her affection. She had never been a "touchy-feely" person, much to his dismay. Now she seemed anxious to get close to him. Jack wasn't complaining, and enjoyed the view of his sister's cleaveage, and her nyloned legs. He again felt his loins stir as the sweet scent of her perfume filled his nostrils.
Looking down into the smiling face of his gorgeous sister, Jack felt all the memories and emotions come back. He had always had a crush on his big sister, and it had only gotten worse as time went on. Her perfect little feet had haunted him, and he yearned to taste the forbidden fruit of her toes and soles. But most of all he wanted to feel those feet on his body, stroking and teasing.
Jack looked away from his sister quickly, laughing to cover himself as he knew he was letting his imagination get away from him. He started when he felt Julie pinch his ass. He looked back at her, shocked, only to see her still smiling face, with a hint of mischief in her eyes. Jack could only smile back, wondering what the hell she was up to. The fact that he was getting an erection didn't help either.
The party of four was led to their table, and Julie was glad to see the dim, intimate lighting and long tablecloths that would help her in her mission. She also noted the orchestra and the dance floor. "That could be useful later on." She thought, very pleased with herself and her plan. When they took their seats, Julie was hoping that ingrained habit would take over. The Warners had always been a table family when it came to meals, and the seating arrangements had always been the same, with the parents and children seated across from one another.
This was again the case, and the last possible obstacle for Julie was removed when she slid into the chair across the table from her brother. She gave her brother another big smile as she pulled her chair up as close to the table as possible, moving the tablecloth so that her legs were underneath.
Julie felt her heart beating faster at the thought of what she was about to do. She was nervous and excited about how her brother would react to her sexual advance. And she was scared too of discovery. This was not the sort of thing one wanted the parents, or anyone else to find out about! She was also a little unsure of what to do. This was the first time she'd ever done anything like this before.
"Not yet." Julie silently told herself. She kept both her high heeled feet planted firmly on the floor in front of her chair. Noting the table width, Julie guessed she could reach her brother's leg. "I'll go as far as I can." She thought, unable supress a smile of secret delight.
The family ordered drinks and chatted pleasantly about the birthday gifts that dad had received. There were smiles all around, but Jack kept getting a deeper vibe from his sister. Her smiles were more flirtatious, her eyes more playful, and her whole manner made Jack think of her more as a beautful woman than as his older sister. His slight erection had not gone away as he stole glances at his sister's cleavage. He now met his sister's gaze and returned her smiles, feeling the old attraction coming back even stronger. Julie could feel this too and her nervousness increased. She crossed her legs and began kicking one foot.
Appetizers arrived, and the family began to partake, still all smiles, jokes and good feelings. "It's now or never girl!" Julie thought to herself as she watched her brother begin to eat.
Under the table, Julie uncrossed her legs, feeling the smooth sensation of the brand new pair of DNKY nylon stockings caressing her knees and thighs. Julie placed her left foot right behind her right one, and put the toetip of the high heel on the small bone at the very back of her foot right below the ankle.
Applying downward pressure with her left foot, Julie felt the toetip come in contact with the right slingback strap. She contined to gently push down with her left toetip until she had pushed the slingback strap below her stockinged right heel. Holding the strap down with her left foot, Julie discreetly withdrew her right foot from the slingback. As she did so she felt the empty high heel shoe fall on its side. That was OK, as long as she could get to it again when she needed to.
Julie wiggled the stockinged toes of her now shoeless foot, and fixing her brother with a sultry smirk, extended her leg towards him beneath the tablecloth.
Jack looked at Julie, wondering what she was up to now. It was then that he felt a touch on his leg under the table. A touch that was deliberate and affectionate. Seeing his sister's face light up with a bigger smile, and feeling a foot stroking on his calf, Jack Warner nearly choked on his appetizer.
As it was he coughed loudly a few times and shifted in his seat.
"What's wrong son?" His father asked, patting him on the arm.
"I'm ok, I'm ok, no problem." He answered, feeling his throat tighten and looking at his worried mother.
"Too spicy?" Julie pointed to his food, her question innocent yet provocative.
Jack looked squarely at her as her foot continued to gently caress his calf, "Not at all, I can handle a lot more than this."
"We'll see.." Julie answered innocently again, pushing her foot a little harder against his calf. She continued to firmly but gently work up and down his calf, her stockinged foot was slipperly against the fine material of the suit.
Jack was swallowing hard, feeling his own heart racing now. What was Julie doing? How did she know this was his weakness? Why now? Oh my this was a fantasy come to life!
Well, regardless of all this, Jack knew that he had to maintain his composure. This was their father's night and he could not ruin it by freaking out at Julie's advances. He wondered how far Juile would go, and if he could handle the pressure. Already his cock was moving angrily in his pants and he felt a little hot.
Looking across the table at his sexy older sister, Jack realized that she was capable of anything, and that there wasn't a thing he could do about it. He had to sit there and take it. Somehow, that made the scene all that much more forbidden and erotically charged.
Pleasantly resigning himself to the situation, Jack smiled and gave his sister a subtle nod.
Julie didn't care whether her brother was going along with this or not. She had already decided to tease the shit out him at dinner! Julie was so proud of herself! She had taken the initiative and actually done it. Now she sat here in the restaurant rubbing her brother's leg with her stockinged foot.
"You're mine and you can't get away!" Her smirk told him. Julie kept rubbing Jack's calf for a few minutes before changing tactics. She remembered the tv show, and so moved her reinforced nylon toes underneath the cuff of her brother's trouser leg.
Jack gripped his untensils a little tighter as he felt his sister's foot slide up his pants leg. He took a slow, deep breath and tried to concentrate as the toes inched up above his sock to feel his bare skin. Oh how long had he wanted to feel her foot on him? And now, she somehow knew and was indulging him! Jack coughed again and gave his sister a grateful look.
She replied by beginning a slow wiggle of her toes on his shin. She could see he was a little flushed in the face, but was taking this quite well. "Just play the game honey and I'll give you a dinner to remember!" Julie thought, throwing him another sly grin. Her stockinged foot continued to move against his leg.
Finishing their appetizer, several waiters arrived to clear away plates and present the main course. With the arrival of dinner, Julie decided to turn up the heat. She slowly withdrew her foot from her brother's pants leg, careful to push the material back down so that it appeared normal. She then slid the arch of her foot up his calf to his knee, where she began to make little circles with her toes.
Jack coughed again and could feel himself beginning to sweat. This was sooo good! His sister was proving to be a talented mistress and he only wished he'd found out about this sooner. Opening his legs slightly, to giver her better access, Jack tried to eat his dinner.
Julie grinned to herself as she teased the back of her brother's knee with her nyloned toes. She realized that her leg was not quite extneded out all the way. That made her feel even more wicked. Remembering the drawings Jack had made, Julie wondered if her brother had a hard-on yet. She licked her lips lasciviously, wanting to feel his cock and know that she was the one turning him on.
His stomach, along with his cock was getting tighter. Jack tried not to squirm as his sister's stockinged foot traced a path up and down his inner thigh. He tried to focus on his breathing, eating and the conversation taking place. Julie was driving him nuts with her teasing little foot! Jack wanted to tell her how good she was, but there was no way to it. Swallowing hard again and trying not to pant, Jack inched forward in his chair, hoping to give his sister more reach.
Picking up on the subtle movement, Julie fixed her brother with a seductive look, running the tip of her tounge over her upper lip. With that, she extended her leg fully and brought her toes and the ball of her foot into contact with her brother's crotch. Jack's eyes bulged and Julie found herself having to supress a fit of giggles as she saw the helpless sexual desperation in her brother's eyes.
He simply could not believe this was happening. But it was, Jack slowly moved his hand down to his lap and pulled aside his napkin for a quick glance. There, he saw his sister's nylon covered toes working provocatively over the raging tent in his trousers. Jack could see her ruby red polished toes under the reinforcements as they wiggled frimly against his erection. The dull glint of a toe ring through the nylon only made his cock pulse with more excitement.
Jack moaned with lust, unable to control himself as his sister teased his cock with her foot. All eyes at the table turned to Jack, questioning. Pulling himself together, he motioned to his plate, smiled and said, "This dinner is just too good!" His father and mother agreed, and Julie chimed in, "You can't get enough huh?"
"No, I want more!" He grinned back at his sister. They both broke up with laughter at the double meanings, and their parents laughed too, thinking it was just another secret joke between their children. Mom and dad had no idea though, of the sexy moves their daughter was putting on their son under the table.
Julie watched Jack as he began to sweat now. As difficult as it was for him to keep a straight face, Julie knew she had to do the same. The feeling of her brother's cock expanding and throbbing beneath the sole of her foot was doing incredible things to Julie. Her heart racing, she felt warm all over, especially between her legs, and she felt the accumulated moisture begin to soak her skimpy silk panties. Julie wished she could feel Jack's hands on her panties, between her legs, stroking her like she was stroking him.
The naughty thoughts just made Julie work harder. She began to rub her brother's erection faster now, pushing in with her foot so that her sole was making firm contact with the underside of his cock. Taking slow bites of her food, Julie watched her brother's reactions as she brought him closer and closer to orgasm.
White knuckling his fork and knife, Jack was almost at the limit of his strength. Julie's masturbating foot was doing things to him that he had only dreamt about. His cock was straining against the thin barrier of fabric that separated his burning shaft from his sister's soft stockinged foot. She was pumping him vigorously now, and Jack knew that he was going to cum in his pants very soon. He was not sure he could hide it from his parents.
"Maybe I can fake a coughing spell?" He thought desperately. Looking across the candlelit table into his sister's eyes, Jack knew he had to come up with a solution fast. Julie was twirling a bit of her food around her tounge. She winked at him and began moving her foot even faster over his trapped and teased cock.
Julie knew that her brother was close to cumming. Now came the other part of her plan, and she hoped it would work. Dabbing her lips with her napkin, she looked at her parents, "Mom, dad, why don't you two go dance for a couple of songs. You're almost done eating, besides, I think mom owes you a birthday dance!"
Their parents looked at each other expectantly. "You two wouldn't mind if we left you for a while?" Dad asked.
"Oh no, not at all." Jack replied, his throat tight and pre-cum leaking into his boxers. "Shall we?" Dad smiled and stood, taking his wife's arm and together they moved off towards the dance floor. The orchestra had just started playing another slow Glenn Miller tune.
Alone at last, Jack began squriming in his seat and emitting little moans and whimpers of pleasure. Julie just giggled, tilting her head slightly and giving her brother a loving smile.
"Oh, Julie, how did you know?" Jack groaned, trying to keep his voice down.
"That's not important right now little brother. What is important is that you keep your cool. Can you do that? She giggled again.
"Yes." Jack croaked in reply.
"Good, because now comes the big finish." Julie purred at her brother. Beneath the table Julie's foot was moving rapidly against her brother's hot erection. She pushed in with more force and picked up the pace of her pumping foot as fast as she dared without attracting attention. Jack put his utensils down, knowing that his sister was intent on making him cum in his pants. He gripped the sides of his chair and pushed his hips foward into her devlishly talented little foot, rocking slightly in time with her motions.
Julie felt a wetness under her foot, she knew he was close if he was dripping this much pre-cum. "Come on sweetie, cum for Julie, cum for Julie's foot, you know you want it, come on!" She whispered encouragement as she felt her brother's cock throbbing under her nyloned foot.
Jack bit his lip hard, shut his eyes and surrendered to his sexy sister's pumping foot. Over a decade of frustration and desire welled up inside him, and at it's center was the chrurning inside his balls. Jack felt them draw up close to his body and then the violence of the explosion which nearly caused him to scream.
Semen shot down his shaft as though it were a cannon. Spurt after powerful spurt exploded out of his cock to fill his shorts. Julie felt the spasms as her brother came, and she rapidly worked her stockinged toes over and under his cockhead to milk him of his precious liquid. Jack closed his throat, desperate to stave off the cries of ecstasy he so wanted to vent. After all these years, his beautiful sister had surprised him with a footjob that was absolutely draining him dry!
Feeling his body coming back to earth, Jack noticed his erection wilting, firing off a last few bursts of semen as his orgasm subsided. His sister's stockinged toes were gently massaging him as he deflated. Jack relaxed somewhat, trying not to pant. He met his sister's eyes and gave her an utterly spent but grateful look.
Julie burst out laughing at the look on her brother's face. He had really cum hard, and she was surprised but proud that her brother had not lost his composure. Even through the crotch of his pants Julie could feel the wetness, and it warmed her to know her toes were now soaked with her brother's essence. She gave him a wicked smile of satisfaction.
"Well?" She asked.
"That was...incredible, too good..um" Julie cut him off, laughing again at her brother as he tried to pull himself together. He didn't care he was sitting there with shorts full of cum, the experience had been well worth it!
"We'll have to do this again little brother. When can you come home again?"
"Oh I'll make time! Believe me!" Jack responded, his enthusiasm for another encounter with his sister clearly evident in his voice.
Julie laughed again. The two stared at each other lovingly over the candlelight until Julie indicated their parents were returning to the table. They sat up straight again, but Julie left her stockinged foot in Jack's crotch.
The four of them sat for a while and ordered dessert. Just before they left, Julie could feel Jack's cock begin to stir again under her motionless foot. Now it was Julie's turn to get wide-eyed. She had just made her brother cum a few minutes ago, and now he was getting a hard-on again!?
Jack caught Julie's surprised look, and cocked an eyebrow at her. His sister puckered her lips, and began gently stroking his returning erection with her stockinged foot.
"Well, I guess we'd better be off. Jack has a long drive ahead of him." Mom said, clearly disappointed the evening was over.
Jack and Julie were even more disappointed, but did not say so. Julie reluctantly removed her foot from her brother's crotch and felt around gingerly with her nyloned toes to locate her empty slingback. She smiled, feeling her toes were still a bit damp.
The farewells were poignant, as Jack would not be back for a couple of months. After saying goodbye to his parents, Jack turned to Julie, and the siblings held each other for a moment.
"Thank you sis, that was a fantasy come true."
"I've got a lot more in store for you." She said, looking into his eyes.
"Then here's to our next meeting." Jack brushed his hand against his sister's crotch as he turned to leave. Julie gave a little gasp and then smiled. Yes, they would meet again soon, and things would be even hotter than they were tonight.
Julie would make sure of it.
I licked my girlfriend's foot, this one time.
Posted by wazdaname (Member # 29767) on :
^Don't fuckin believe you actually.
Posted by wazdaname (Member # 29767) on :
This is not for everyone. And this is also the first attempt I have ever made at writing anything like this. So i hope it isn't awful.
What a weekend
Saturday Afternoon
It was a typical saturday afternoon at my girlfriend Megans house. Im sitting on one end of the couch, my girlfriend is in a reclining chair, mostly everybody else is out and about while we watch mindless tv. Then very quickly the typical afternoon changed into one I wouldn't forget. My girlfriends younger sister (by two years and knows nothing of my thing for feet) Cassie came into the front door after a long day of school and work, kicked off her uggs, and collapsed onto the couch beside me with a loud sigh of exhaustion and relief. Then in one move she swung her legs up, with her feet resting on my lap, and laid back sprawling out across the couch. Her feet had a very different build than Megans with a shorter and wider foot but still nice smooth creamy soles and perfectly shaped pedicured toes. She noticed her feet had accidentally ended up on my lap so she jokingly exclaimed "I hope you don't mind, in fact I could use a foot rub while you are there." As she said this there were three separate reactions in the room. Hers which was of basically no reaction as to her it was just a simple joke and not a big deal. Megans head perked over to me seeing how my reaction would be to the situation, and mine a feeling of confusion and shock. I was shocked because well this just had never happened before and confused because I didn't know how I should react and I didn't know how my girlfriend would react.
I made a bold move, I didn't hesitate because I didn't want to make it seem like this request was startling me. To her it wasn't anything sexual or out of the ordinary so I didn't want to make her think I was taking it anyway differently either. And at no point had I ever looked at Cassie in any way like that and I didn't want to let her feet do that to me now. I tried my best to just help her out by massaging her feet and take nothing from it. But as my hands lifted up her right foot to begin to rub them my girlfriend shot up in her seat. My heart dropped thinking I had made a big mistake but my hands just kept moving. Gently massaging the sole of her foot with my finger tips with my eyes glued on my girlfriend. But her eyes never met mine, they were fixed on what was happening in my lap. I couldn't tell if it was anger, jealousy, or just interest in the situation but for some reason none of those stopped me. I started to move my fingers to her sisters toes giving each one the time they needed. She then let out a little moan and said, "I was just kidding but that actually feels really good." It made me smile to hear that I was doing a good job and to this point I was feeling nothing odd about the situation I was just giving a foot rub nothing more.
But then once again a my typical saturday afternoon got kicked up a notch when she once again joked "I hope you can't smell them because they probably stink." I did everything I could not to show emotion from that statement but Megan knew what a remark like that would do to me and she probably noticed me nearly swallow my tongue as I took a big gulp of air. I thought I was done for, I thought I was never going to hear the end of this from Megan. I mean I hadn't even done anything wrong but I just knew she couldn't like that I was engaging in this activity with her sister. While all this is going on in my head I hadn't even realized that a foot was now inches from my face as she had lifted her foot asking me if they did indeed stink. It was the amazing odor that hit my nostrils that made me notice this. Oh god, my heart stopped, something began to develop in my pants, and my body had to fight the urge not to just grab the foot and dive my nose and face even more into the sole. As all this was happening Cassie was laughing her ass off just thinking it was funny not knowing what she was truly doing. My girlfriends stare got even more intense and I was more confused than ever. I should be feeling true guilt, I should get up, walk away, let this situation end now, but I couldn't. I couldn't even tell you why but I just couldn't. My mind was racing wondering what my best play was. Do I say no they smell fine (which of course to me they smelled amazing but to her they probably just plain stunk), do I tell her they smell good (no what am I thinking, feet smelling good that wouldn't go over) so with my mind not even coming up with a final answer my instinct just kicked in and I said, "god damn get that smelly foot out of my face" with a little laugh on the end of it. I thought damn that probably wasn't a good play but I quickly realized that it was. In fact, it might of been the best play I had.
That reaction made her laugh even harder and she kicked her other foot up into my face and now I had both her smooth soles, stretched out toes about an inch away from my nose and I did everything I could to not just inhale as hard as I could. The smell was amazing, I could tell she had just had a long exhausting day. My heart racing, a bulge in my pants twitching, and my nose working harder than ever and suddenly the guilt I should be feeling, while my girlfriend is right there watching this whole thing, just disappeared. I was so in the zone with these two what once seemed forbidden feet in my face that I didn't notice that Megan pulled out her phone because the next thing I knew I had a text message and it was from her. I thought oh god she is probably telling me that Im going to get it later or that she wants to kill me right now. To my shock the message read, "I bet you are enjoying yourself there, if only she knew how much this is exciting you. I can tell from all the way over here, i like what I see in your jeans." My eyes nearly popped out of there sockets to the sight of this text and my head shot straight up to see my girlfriend once again staring at me but this time with a devilish grin.
That was all the opening I needed. I thought how could I up the ante. So I turned to Cassie and said why don't you show your sister how awful those smell, give me a little break. Thats all it took for her to sit up, stick out her feet onto the armrest of her sisters chair and said "cmon sis I dare you to smell them". Megan looked at my with a sly smile and said, "you would like that wouldn't you zman." At this point Cassie was a little confused and lost with our dialogue but I just shook my head. Megan said, "No way am I going to smell those feet.," and after a long pause she continued, "unless you smell mine to." as she snuck another look and grin over at me. At this point I am in complete disbelief of the situation unfolding in front of me. Cassie agreed to the trade and Megan grabbed her sisters foot brought it up to her nose and gave it the sexiest little sniff until she threw her head back from the strong smell. Megan then kicked off her black flats that she had worked in all day and looked at Cassie to return the favor. Cassie took Megans foot into her hand and cautiously brought her face to the area just under Megans long skinny fingerlike toes and took a small sniff. She to brought her face away quickly showing that they too must of had a strong smell to them. The sight of the trading sniffs made me almost lose it. I was rock hard at this point, so I decided to push the envelope and see what I could make happen. I said to both of them, "I will make you a bet, you both put eachothers feet in your faces and see who can handle the smell longer. Whoever wins doesn't have to help make dinner tonight." Megan knew exactly what I was doing while Cassie thought I truly just wanted to see them suffer from the smell of their feet. But they both agreed for their different reasons. Watching Megan and Cassie both lean back and placing both feet on the others face was possibly the most heavenly picture I had ever had engraved in my mind. It was truly amazing. They went back and forth trading sniffs of each others soles. It was fun watching both of them move their noses all around the feet trying to find an area that didn't smell as strongly. Here are these two contrasting feet, Megans long skinny size 9 foot to Cassies shorter wider but still elegant foot and two sisters only two years apart taking part in a ridiculous game one doing it for a bet the other doing it to solely please me. Those thoughts and that visual just had me on the edge of my seat.
Once again, I wanted to go further. And at this point I felt anything was possible. I blurted out, "Oh come on that can't be that hard. Do they really smell thatt baddd??". And voila, my plan worked. They both looked at each other, Meagan gave a sly grin, Cassie giggled. And next thing I knew these two girls were sitting on the floor in front of me 4 soles and 20 toes in my face directly under my nose. The two stenches combined, two distinct incredible odors mixing and traveling up my nostrils directly to my erection. I was in heaven. I took in the smell for a few moments then I came back with, "You girls are wussies they smell good, bet you they would even taste good. " Cassie snapped, "Taste good? I dare you!" She didn't need to say any more. I took one of each of their feet and put their big toes in my mouth and sucked on it like a babies first bottle. I swirled my tongue in and out of all 20 toes. I then placed kisses on each sole, bit on the arch, and sucked on the heels just as I did the big toe. Just like the smell they had two different tastes. Megans were dry and sweet while Cassies were damn and salty. It was like dinner and dessert all in one. It was incredible. While I was so involved in this I forgot that I was worshipping my girl friends sister's feet and that she had no idea why except for the fact that it was supposed to be a gross dare and yet I all of a sudden was going to town. So at that moment Cassie took her other foot and playfully kicked my face away and exclaimed, "You are weird Zman" with a big laugh and she just without word got up and went to go shower. I turned to Megan with a WTF just happened expression and a raging boner in my pants and she just smiled and said, "I am going to make a sandwich."
So there I was just sitting alone with a large swollen ready to explode bulge in my pants and the whole scene just racing through my mind over and over. I needed to relieve myself. But I couldn't. There was no where to do it. I went from the most amazing erotic moment of my life to lonely and almost in pain. I also wanted to know everything Megan had thought about the situation. I had to discuss it. Over the next several hours nothing was discussed about the event as the rest of the family arrived home. I began to think it was just never going to be brought up again and it was just a moment that had come and gone. The next day I found out that that was not the case. In fact that scenario would lead to an even wilder and more unbelievable event. And it didn't take long for that to occur. In fact it was just 24 hours later on a typical sunday afternoon.
Sunday Afternoon...To be continued
Posted by Andy-Laa (Member # 31511) on :
quote:Originally posted by wazdaname: ^Don't fuckin believe you actually.
hahahahahaha
Ok.
Posted by wazdaname (Member # 29767) on :
quote:Originally posted by Andy-Laa:
quote:Originally posted by wazdaname: ^Don't fuckin believe you actually.
hahahahahaha
Ok.
But if true, thats wild.
Posted by Andy-Laa (Member # 31511) on :
quote:Originally posted by wazdaname:
quote:Originally posted by Andy-Laa:
quote:Originally posted by wazdaname: ^Don't fuckin believe you actually.
hahahahahaha
Ok.
But if true, thats wild.
You might be joking or misunderstood what I posted...what's the situation as you understand it?
Posted by wazdaname (Member # 29767) on :
I have just been joking from the beginning. You said I licked my girlfriends foot. I said I didn't fucking believe it jokingly. And its just continued from there i think. Is that right lol?
Posted by Andy-Laa (Member # 31511) on :
quote:Originally posted by wazdaname: I have just been joking from the beginning. You said I licked my girlfriends foot. I said I didn't fucking believe it jokingly. And its just continued from there i think. Is that right lol?
Yeah
hahaha Shit I thought you were assuming I fucked my sister or something - the story I quoted...I wouldn't want you to believe that Posted by hyperion2424 (Member # 39397) on :
Thanks for clarifying that guys, I've been scratching my head over this exchange... hyp
Posted by jamaicanfeet (Member # 16678) on :
This is what a friend just sent to me...its not really a story...its what she actually wants to do to me. Hope you like it...its short and sweet.
"i'd put you to lie back and then bury my face in your cock and balls and sniff 'em all very deeply. flick my tongue all over you, drag my tongue and lips to the top of your cock and play wid the slit before i pull you into my mouth sucking hard, all the while rolling your balls wid my hands. then i would run my tongue up your belly, trailing a line to your belly button, dipping inside it, i'd go up to each nipple, flicking them, teasing them. Then i'd nuzzle your neck, licking, biting til i got to your beautiful lips, just drinking you in. then with your eyes closed i'd get the oils and drizzle my feet and toes and legs for good measure, then drizzle it over the length of your cock and balls, making them shiny, slick...hot. then i'd pass my toes slowly over your cock and feel it pulse and jump as i place one foot on your balls and the other on the length of your hot cock. you would be groaning as i squeezed and rubbed, you would be groaning as much as i would be moaning as i fingered myself at the same time. then i'd place all 10 toes at the top of your cock applying pressure from all sides and you'd say 'ohhh baby, thats it, right there baby, you know exactly what to do to make my cock EXPLODE baby.' i'd press both my big toes in, over the top and tighten my grip with the others on the underside of your cock, rubbing, squeezing, pressing, feeling you pulse and my pussy, drip. I would grasp the head of your cock between my toes, trapping it, squeezing it, pressing down on its hard, wet smoothness, so hard and hot, you moan as you come ever so close, telling me 'baby i've missed your feet so, make me cum baby, make me cum.' you start gripping the sheets as your cum rises up from your balls, in a searing shot of heat and you shoot out between my toes, again and again, coating them, jerking into them and i never stop rubbing until the last squirt is out and then i flip over and clean you up wid my tongue and you'd have your hand on my head, pulling at my hair...smiling... "
Here are a few pics of her feet...she's from Trinidad.
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