Foot Worship

“How does that feel?”

“It feels nice, thanks.”

“I told you a pedicure would feel good after being on your feet all day at work...”

“Okay, okay. You were right.”

“Oh, say that again, but slower!”

“I’m not that bad at admitting when I’m wrong!”

“You are stubborn, though. Admit that.”

“Well, I - yeah, I guess I am.”

You and I have known each other for years. We used to not get along, especially at first. I thought you were arrogant. A bartender ‘fuckboy’ with sleeve tattoos, piercings and rough-around-the-edges charm that makes women throw themselves at you?

You’re hot and you know it. You thought I was standoffish, too prim and proper for my own good. A run-of-the-mill good girl. I hated myself for being attracted to you. And swiping through the endless gym selfies on your social media.

But there’s always been…something between us. We’re like oil and water, but that attraction’s always been there, whether we wanted it or not. Now? We…tolerate…each other. You’re actually fun to be around, when you’re not annoying me. Something you take pride in doing.

“How do you feel about...us? Doing this? Does it feel...”

“Weird?”

“Yeah.”

“No. Is it weird to you?”

“I thought it would be but, no. That feels good.”

Your strong fingers feel incredible along the arch of my foot. I can’t help but think back to the first time we realized our…mutual attraction. We were both at a bar for our friends’ birthday. My phone was dead and I needed to call a cab home. You lent me yours…and I saw something I wasn’t supposed to see.

Turns out we both have something of a foot fetish. I’ve never told anyone about it. In fact, I’ve always been a little ashamed of it. But then, when I saw those photos on your phone…I knew I could trust you.

So here we are, naked, on your bed, with my feet in your hands. Unlike the shy girl you thought you knew, I made the first move and invited you over for strictly casual sex. An opportunity to engage in our shared interest in footjobs and stockings and massages.

I love the feeling of your lips gliding along the sole of my foot. I like being pampered…worshipped…and it turns out you like worshipping.

“Is that to Her Majesty’s liking?”

“Shut up. Yeah, it feels good. Go slower...”

Fuck, your tongue feels so good sliding up my arch. You pucker your soft lips around the sole of my foot while your other hand holds my heel.

“Your feet are so fucking sexy.”

“Do you want them in your mouth?”

“Yeah.”

“There...take it.”

I watch your cock harden as you suck and kiss each toe between your warm, wet lips. Your tongue pokes between each of my toes before moving onto the next one.

“Fuck, mmm, someone’s getting excited.”

I bend forward and take your shaft in my hand. I stroke it slowly, softly, while I wrap my lips around the head.

“Fuck...”

I pull my lips away from your cock and sit up to take in a breath. I push my foot towards your mouth again.

“Keep licking.”

I bend down once more and take your cock all the way to the back of my throat. Your mouth latches onto my toes again. I jerk a little as you reach an especially ticklish spot.

“Oh my god, you're so good at that.”

My hands grip your thighs, pulling you deeper. I love how you reach down to pull my hair back from my face…

“That's it. Fuck, you're such a bad girl.”

I shiver at your words. There’s something so hot about you calling me that. I pull my mouth away and lean back. I drift my hand over my pussy and brush my fingers over my clit. Your fingers thread through my toes.

“Yeah, touch yourself for me, baby…”

I pull my foot out of your hand and press it up against your face.

“Shhh.”

I push my toes against your lips and you suck them in gratefully.

“You like that? Hm? You like my toes in your mouth? ”

“Mmmhmm...”

Fuck…oh god. My clit feels so good right now. It’s making me so wet feeling your face beneath my foot. Your tongue…is so soft…so wet.

“I want you to make me cum. If you do well, I might give you a footjob to finish you off. ”

I pull my foot back and the two of us quickly rearrange on the bed. I lie down beside you and you shift onto your forearm to face me. Our lips come together in a hard, desperate kiss.

Your hand glides down my hip and parts my pussy lips.

“Damn, you're wet.”

I push my hips up into your hand and your fingers stroke softly through my folds.

“Oh. fuck.”

As annoying as you can be, one thing’s for certain: you know exactly what you’re doing when it comes to sex.

“You know, it’s really hot watching a good girl unravel just for me.”

My free hand wanders over the celtic tattoos on your forearms, up to that smirk on your lips.

“Is that so?”

“Well, yeah. Who would’ve thought you’d be such a dirty girl? And I’m the only one who gets to see it.”

Your fingers slowly sink inside me, your thumb lazily circling my clit while your lips find their way to my nipples…

“Oh, god - yeah!”

I arch into your touch. Fuck, I hate that you know just how to make me weak at the knees. Except I don’t, I love it…I love the feeling of being under you.

“You like that? Want it harder?”

“Yeah, and faster. Fuck, yeah - just like that.”

I watch a flush creep up from your stubble to your cheeks.

Oh my god, your fingers are covered with my wetness. Fuck, you’re so good at finding my g-spot…grinding your palm against my clit.

“Ah, yeah - that's it. Fuck, that's so hot.”

You stretch me wider, pulling me closer with your other arm; bringing me close to you.

“Oh, god - that feels good.”

“You're doing so good, baby - keep going.”

“Oh god, I'm so close!”

“Cum for me, good girl. Let go for me.”

“Yeah! Yeah! Oh my God, right there! Right there! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck ”

You slowly pull out of me, watching me as I come back down to reality.

“Put your feet on me, please.”

My fingers creep up over your throat to your mouth. I push them inside. You suck greedily.

“You want me to make you come with my feet?”

“Mmhmmm...”

“Lie down. Are you ready?”

“Yeah...”

You prop yourself up on your elbows, legs bent and spread wide. I stretch out in front of you, leaning back on my hands. I curl the soles of my feet around your cock and stroke them back and forth along your rock-hard shaft.

“How does that feel, baby?”

“Fuck, yeah…that feels really good.”

I play with my tits a little, pinching my nipples, just to put on a show for you. You’re getting so worked up so quickly. Having your cock rubbed by a pair of beautiful feet must have been a huge fantasy for you. I was a little nervous that I wouldn’t do it right since it’s our first time…but you seem to be enjoying it.

“Aww, you trying to hold back? Don’t, baby. You’re so cute when you’re needy… ”

“You’re really gonna make me beg for it, aren’t you?”

“Of course...”

I shift my feet up and down faster.

“Oh fuck. Yeah, right at the tip. Fuck.”

I know how sensitive you are there. Watching your bravado break down just for me. Everyone else sees a different side of you…this softer side is mine, just like my wilder side is yours. Fuck, that’s so hot. I pinch my nipple harder, running my toes along your pre-cum soaked tip…

“Go on, beg me to let you cum...”

“Jerk the tip again, I’m so close…”

“Yeah? That's gonna make you cum?”

“Yeah.”

“Say please.”

“Please! Please, oh god - please. It feels so good!”

“You want to cum on my feet?”

“Yeah!”

“You want to cum on my pretty feet?”

“Fuck, yeah…please…”

You sit up on your knees, and pump your cock fast. The tip presses up against my toes.

“Oh God, yeah! That’s it! That’s it!”

I look down at my feet, freshly pedicured just two days ago, now covered in your cum. I wiggle my toes, squishing it around. I can feel your eyes on me as I do it, mesmerized by the sight of it.

“Wow. Fuck!”

“Fuck...”

You’re the first one to move, heading to the bathroom and you come back with a warm, wet towel.

“Here, let me get that...”

You wipe off my feet and clean in between each toe to make sure you’ve gotten all of your mess.

“Come here.”

“So...how was that?”

“Fucking incredible!”

“You're a bad girl...”

“So, I'm not prim and proper like you thought I was?”

“Mmm, no, you’re still proper. Did you enjoy getting revenge and making me beg for you? Am I still annoying? ”

I stroke my fingers over the piercings on your brow and reach for your cock.

“Very. I think I might have to make you beg a little more…”

“Bet I can make you beg first.”

“Shut up!”