53 Foot Fetish Short Stories

by Andreas Bauer

  "How does that feel?" I asked, keeping my voice low.

  Mary's smile had subsided a while ago, her gaze had been locked on mine, with her lips slightly parted, now it returned quickly and vanished just as fast,

  "Good," She whispered, "Very, very good." I said nothing in return, but I didn't let my mouth's silence go to waste. I grasped the foot that I had placed on my chest gently with both hands. My left cradling Mary's heel, my right's fingers wrapped around her metatarsus, the top of her foot, and my thumb in her instep. I slowly raised it, and bowed my head to meet her foot half way. Rolling my head to my right, I took Mary's smallest toe into my mouth briefly, not sucking, but just touching my tongue to its soft pad and pulling it back in a teasing lick.

  "Does that tickle?" I asked.

  "No, not in the least." Mary replied.

  Moving my head around to my left side slowly, I planted a butterfly kiss where Mary's instep met her heel. Then I placed her left foot over my right shoulder, my kiss pressing against her calf, and lips fluttering slowly up towards her thighs. I had to lean forward even more, and Mary accommodated me by moving her other foot, the one on my thigh, away from me, out and around my waist, parting her legs so that I could gain more access to her. I felt it would be too unfair to her to go this normal route. I needed to break some new ground, and stir Mary even more before I could even begin to move out of the role I had given myself in the erotic play I was performing for her.

  My hands moved up either side of her buttocks, catching her wrists as they did, and moved her hands over her body briefly, just teasing the sides of her breasts, and finally holding them above her head. As I did this, I moved my body up also, so that I was now face to face with Mary. I had one leg between her thighs knee bracing the cushions, the other planted on the floor, steading me. My thigh was just far enough away from her sex that when I flexed its muscle, the wedge it made barely touched. My nose was nearly pressed against Mary's, our eyes locked, my hazel irises matched to her liquid brown ones. I could at last hear her breathing; it was the sharp intake of arousal followed by the slow exhale of desire. I held this pose for a few seconds, keeping her hands above her head with just the thumb and little finger of my left hand on each wrist, and my right supporting my weight. After what seemed like an eternity, but was only thirty seconds, I slowly lowered my head until our noses did touch, then I allowed mine to slide softly to her right. Our lips met firmly.

  There was a slight stiffness in Mary's kiss, but it softened with a shutter as my tongue caressed her lips, begging her to return it. When her mouth opened, I felt a shock start at my temples and toes, then race together to collide in my stomach like a lightning strike. Our tongues pressed together in swirling harmony, the warm, soft feeling of Mary's lips began to undo me, and my cool erotic control of the situation. However; I felt her hips grinding against my thigh, stimulating her surely over-impassioned loins. I broke the kiss, hovering just inches above her lips, and the slow caress against my thigh muscle stopped also. I dipped my head again and the grinding resumed, but I halted my kiss just scant millimeters above Mary's, her tongue, expecting to meet my own, simply flicked against my open mouth's lips. I lowered my mouth onto he’s for just a second, and then pulled away again. I repeated the process, lingering just a second longer, never touching Mary's tongue for more than a second. Her hips ground faster against my thigh.

  "I want you." Mary spoke softly.

  My smile was my only reply.

  I removed the fingers that represented her restraint from Mary's wrists, and moved my kiss down her neck. My teeth nibbled the thin skin of her throat; my breath tickled the supple flesh stretched over Mary's collarbone. My hands slid down the backs of her arms, softly touching the quivering mounds of her breasts, my thumbs briefly encircling the areola of each nipple. Then they were gone, wrapping around her waist, my fingers running lines of pleasure down the small of her back. My head moved inches from her cleavage, keeping my lips above the now sweat dampened cotton of her tank-top, the blue color darkening with Mary's perpetration. I kissed her stomach just below the tail of her shirt; I was pleasantly surprised to feel the burning heat there. Mary's body hyperventilated oxygen into her lungs, causing the gold stud fixed to her naval to raise and fall rapidly in the heaving of her stomach. My lips tasted the salty sweat that covered her abs in a shining coat, the muscles there weren't overdeveloped, but it was still firm and slightly hard to my touch, like she had a two-hundred page magazine under her skin. I dropped my mouth over her pierced naval, playfully flicking the stud there with my tongue. I didn't know how this would feel, and it was a spur of the moment thing, but there was a slight gasp from Mary's throat. If displeasure or ecstasy, I couldn't tell, so I quickly moved away from that area.

  I guided my hands over Mary's tight belly, pausing this time to fully cup her breasts, rolling my fingers off them and onto her shoulders in one movement. I began to kiss her again, moving my tongue up and down in small motions instead of in my normal swirling pattern. My knee was back between her thighs, Mary's loins moved to meet it, and my left hand supported the small of her back, my right her neck. I actually lifted up into my arms in a fashion. Her torso was completely held above the couch by my arms, and the back of her thighs and ass barely touched the soft cushions. It wasn't easy, but I hoped it was impressive. Holding Mary weightless in this way, I continued to kiss her, but with more force. She was still caressing my thigh with her hips, hard. Mary used her heels for leverage, grinding her clitoris against my straining muscle with reckless abandon. We were both sweating gallons in the June heat, but I imagined I could feel a hotter dampness seeping through my jean shorts' pant leg. My arms ached. I had held Mary aloft for better than two minutes, until my biceps and back burned from the exertion. Oh well, no pain no gain.

  I lowered her back onto the couch, and with my right hand, I coaxed Mary to sit up. I stared fiercely into her eyes, our foreheads touching; I was breathing her soft exhalations. I could smell her excitement; Mixing with her sweat, it made for a compelling scent. We sat like that for a few seconds, my arms around Mary's waist, embracing her, while she had wrapped her legs around mine, encircling her arms around my neck. I could feel her heels in the small of my back. For the first time since the accidental touch of her foot, she felt my cock through my shorts. It was directly at the opening to her vagina, only our underwear and jeans separated us from joining together. There was no stroking by either of us; we only sat realizing our positions. I couldn't believe I had started this, and Mary, as she would later tell me, couldn't believe just how badly she could actually want someone.

  You have to realize that I'm not very commanding in bed, but there was no doubt I was completely in charge in this situation. I didn't know if Mary was as excited as I was. I mean I knew she was, but just how much did she want me, or if she was just waiting for me to stop. I knew that last thought was crazy, I could feel just how soaked the crotch of her shorts was

  I moved my hands away from Mary's hips, grasping the hem of her shirt as I did, and brought the shirt up and over her head. Her arms left my neck only to facilitate the passage of the damp tank-top off of her body. Beneath, she wore a strapless white bra, her nipples not hidden in the slightest by the soaked cloth. I balled the top up in my left fist, and then tossed it across the room, I think it bounced off Denzel Washington's head on the television and landed in a heap on the floor. As soon as my hands returned to her waist, Mary's moved around her back to the clasp there. In a second, the bra flew the same route, landing only inches from the top. Straight to the point, just like Mary. Finally, her breasts stood naked before me. They were magnificent. Seemingly unaffected by gravity, they swept upwards as breasts do only to that lucky few percent when they are in their late teens. Mary's nipples were dark, contrasting the pale triangular tan lines that marked her bathing suit's presence. The areolas were about an inch across, and her nipples were perfectly centered in them. Crazy detail to remember, eh? Just a second after her bra bounce
d off the convex glass of the TV, Mary's arms returned around my neck, but I held her slightly away so that I could see her perfect C-cups. After only a short few second's look, I pulled her tight against me, feeling her hard nipples through the thin cotton of my T-shirt, and kissed her harder than ever before. Our mouths seemed to meld with no noticeable effort for either of us, and Mary took the freed attention to reposition her so that she could start working her clit against me again. I decided to help her by leaning her back farther, so that her loins stroked my pubic bone instead of my penis, giving Mary a much broader area to pleasure herself, and keeping me out of the orgasm race for the time being. It was better that way. I could not allow myself to come first; I didn't think I could forgive myself if I did. Besides, there would hopefully be other times, and I'm sure I'd get my fair share then.

  Instead, as Mary swung her arms away from my neck to plant them behind her on the couch for support, I kissed just above her left breast, at the swell where it connected to the muscles of her bosom. My tongue traced a spiral down the soft orb, stopping firmly at her nipple. I teased with my mouth, caressing in a figure eight pattern, stimulating her areola first clockwise, then counter-clockwise. As I sucked softly at Mary's breast, her whole body moved slightly towards me. A moan escaped from the back of her throat, low and long, getting louder as I nibbled, rolling the nipple between my tongue and front teeth. I moved to Mary's other breast, but I didn't completely duplicate my efforts. As I suckled her nipple, I moved my tongue in a left and right manner, with more force, and then pushed back, inverting it slightly. Her moans were constant now, as her pelvic thrusts grew shorter and faster. It was then I realized that Mary was dangerously close to coming. I couldn't let the memory of her first orgasm be that she got off by grinding against my pelvis for fifteen minutes. Didn't have a very good, ring to it, did it?

  So I stopped sucking her nipples and moved my hands back around behind her, my left in the small of her back, the right between her shoulder blades. Lifting her hips away from mine, I stopped her coming orgasm, and she spoke, a single word, almost a plea,

  "No."

  She resisted me, trying to grind against my stomach, I shushed her,

  "Quiet now," I cooed, "It's time. I'll take care of you."

  Mary spoke again, her voice in a high, but quiet wail,

  "Hurry, please, I can't take much more."

  I smiled at her. Hurry? Not a chance. But she no longer fought me, lying down on her back again, uncoiling her legs from around my waist. I unbuttoned her shorts, seeing for the first time the soaked through crotch of Mary's jeans. Perhaps I would hurry a little. As I pulled down her zipper, Mary arched her back, helping me take off her shorts. I happily obliged. Her panties were the same white as her bra, save for the greying from her moist vagina. I slid her jeans down, lifting her legs up, stopping at her ankles. I took both big toes into my mouth, sucking on both at the same time, twirling my tongue around them, feeling the different texture of her toenail, then the pad of her toe, toenail, pad, and toenail. I was getting dizzy. Mary's jeans hit the floor.

  Spreading her legs wider than ever before, I moved between them for the first time. I could smell the overpowering scent of her juices, filling my nose, leaving a faint taste of her on the back of my tongue through her cotton panties. I gave a wet kiss to her bikini line, and then brushed against her clitoris with my nose. Mary moaned, shifting her hips restlessly. My mouth was centimeters away from her soaked crotch. I could feel my own breathing, more rapid now, bouncing back against my face. I put my left hand's fingers on Mary's pelvis, my thumb just an inch above her clit, and spread my fingers, then pulled them back together, massaging her with my fingertips. It was getting too hard to resist giving her what we both wanted, my tongue in her pussy, so I decided to just give in. The foreplay was instrumental in bringing her to orgasm, but now it was the time to give Mary that orgasm. I slipped my fingers under the waistband of her cotton panties, slid them down her hips, over her knees, and off her pale blue toes. I dropped them on the floor right next to the couch, and stared for a second at this breath taking vixen, completely naked, on her back, with legs spread.

  Her blond hair had fallen into her eyes, but she made no attempt to b rush it away. Mary's breasts heaved as she gulps huge amounts of air into her lungs. Now that she was on her back, I noticed that they obeyed gravity after all, falling to either side of her chest. Her hands were locked together, wringing each other, just above the gold stud piercing her navel. Mary appeared not to know what else to do with them, but they were busy, wanting to do something, but unable to. The thin strip of light brown pubic hair that pointed to Mary's swollen labia, also attested to her true hair color. Her size 6 feet rested against my shirt clad chest, the perfect blue toes bent back. Every inch of Mary's body was covered in sheen of sweat that only added to the seeming perfection of her athlete's frame. A shallow pool of it had gathered in the concavity of Mary's belly. I thought of how my semen would look pooled there, filling her belly button, only one end of that golden stud showing through. I realized for the first time that my underwear was also soaked, but in my own precum. Neither of us could wait any longer, I slipped her feet to either side of my head, pausing to kiss each ankle, and then dipped my head forward.

  My first lick went the complete length of her pussy, from the bottom of her labia to the hood that hid her clitoris. I doubled my tongue back, pushing the tip of it behind my front teeth. This made it so that the middle of my tongue, the largest part, stroked both labia at the same time. When I had licked passed her clit, I flicked out my tongue, the tip lashing directly against it, penetrating its hood. Mary screamed. Really screamed, like bloody murder, and her thighs clamped closed on my ears. Her body arched like a bridge, the soles of her feet flattened against the small of my back, curling her toes, her head shooting back, supporting her entire body's weight in those two places. I licked again, forming my tongue into a tube, and then unrolling it against her clit in and upward flick. Mary's body began to convulse, causing her to become limp like a rag doll, and then stiffen like a board. Her moans where loud. I could hear them through her thighs, and they still hurt my ears. I rolled my tongue back into a tube, and used it to suck Mary's clit, giving it a miniature pussy to penetrate. I had my left hand pushing down on her pelvis, keeping her still so that I could accurately pleasure her in the proper places, despite the reflexive movement of her body. I also used their thumb and forefinger to pull back the folds of flesh from Mary's pussy that would have dampened the effects of my tongue fucking.

  I turned my head slightly to the side, ending the crushing squeeze of Mary's thighs with some effort. Using the space I created, I moved my index and middle finger of my right hand over the burning flesh just to the sides of her labia. They caressed the opening to Mary's tender loins with ever increasing frequency, until only my middle finger circled slowly there, pressing in slightly. The tightness of Mary's pussy resisted me. It took a little more pressure than I had ever used before to slip inside of her. When I did, I marveled at the feeling. Her heat was incredible; a feverish temperature I thought was reserved for times of sickness. However, it was her tightness that I was most amazed with. The walls of Mary's vagina seemed to clutch at my finger, hungrily squeezing the digit with amazing force. As every inch my finger went into her, I removed it nearly all the way on the backwards stroke, inserting another inch ever up stroke. Although she was completely soaked with her own juices, I found it was difficult to reach Mary's G-spot, several inches back and on the top of her vagina, with even just my middle finger. I would have to force my index finger into her with what would have seemed like an uncomfortable amount of pressure to stimulate it completely, so I made do. My tongue seemingly punishing her clit, and my finger swirling inside her at her second most sensitive spot, I knew it wouldn't take long.

  Finally Mary started to pull away, kicking with her feet, pushing with her hands, trying to instinctively stop this agonizing feeling, but my hands, fingers vacating he
r pussy, quickly pulled her back to my probing tongue. I heard her voice now,

  "NO, NO-STOP-YES!!" She screamed, "ITS, ITS, ITS-" Then Mary screamed again.

  Then her body stiffened one last time, and I felt some of her wetness squirt onto my neck. Seemingly spent, Mary collapsed, muttering over and over,

  "Ohgodohgodohgod."

  I too, was exhausted. My back was sore from lifting Mary in the ways I had, and also from the hundred or so pounds placed on it in a space just about the same size as a woman's 6. My sweat burned there too, those pretty blue toenails must have gouged me, perhaps drawing some blood. But of all those pains, my penis was the worst of all. Its spongy tisSusans didn't seem so spongy anymore. I had been fully hard for a little more than forty minutes, and I hadn't received any stimulation at all really. I didn't count that accidental touch of her toes that started all this. My dick was so engorged, it hurt. It throbbed like my thumb would if I'd hit it with a hammer. I wanted very badly to come, to experience some type of release, but I honestly didn't believe I had anymore passion to give. I only wish that I could give this experience justice, but I feel my writing skills fall short on this matter. It may have been only an hour since I first started to massage Mary's feet, but it seemed like forever. My techniques might not seem that impressive, but any inadequacies you may have found here seemed to have been swallowed by the raw sexual energy we somehow created. I felt more spent from this hour of foreplay then in any actual sexual encounter I had ever experienced. Well, almost any.