53 Foot Fetish Short Stories

by Andreas Bauer

  After her orgasm had passed, she opened her eyes for the first time since this started. By this time, I had removed the blanket from her feet, exposing them and my engorged cock she gave me a strange smile, something between devilish and embarrassed, and looked down at my cock, still being caressed by her wonderful feet. With her toes covering the tip of my cock, I began stroking the shaft with my hand. She began squeezing the sensitive head with her toes, alternately curling and flexing them over the tip. Up until then, her feet had passively allowed me my pleasure, but now she had begun to actively stimulate my cock by massaging the head with her wiggling toes, as I continued stroking the shaft. The pleasure she was giving me was excruciating. Her expression indicated that she knew that she was exciting me with her feet, and enjoyed doing it. Feeling the churning in my loins, I knew that I was ready to explode. The first orgasmic wave hit me so hard that it caused my balls to ache, flooding me with ecstasy. I stroked the shaft wildly, as she grasped the pulsating head with her toes. I thought the feel of my cum would make her move her feet away, but to my surprise, she kept her toes firmly around the head of my spurting cock. The second wave hit with almost as much force as the first. This is when I first noticed a pale, thick, creamy substance, oozing between her flexing toes. I still have vivid memories of seeing my cum, bubbling up between her toes and slowly running over the tops of her feet. She watched it, wide-eyed with amazement, as she continued manipulating the head of my cock with her toes. The intense stimulation of her toes on my, now very sensitive cock head forced me to pull my cock away from her toes. I firmly held her feet together around the shaft and pumped it between her arches as the next waves came. My cock squirted cum all over her arches, ankles and the tops of her feet. I must have squirted five or six times. When I finally subsided, there was cum everywhere. It was all over her toes from the first two spurts.

  Thick strings of it bridged across her toes and there was a big puddle of it on top of her feet, where it had bubbled up between her toes from underneath. The arches were soaked with it and there were stands of it from her ankle half way up her lower leg.

  Even though I was drained, I was still mentally charged with the whole idea of what had happened. Her cum-soaked toes and feet looked sooooo good; I bent down and began kissing her feet. The taste of my own juices excited me more as I sucked her cum-covered toes and licked her soaked arches. A different kind of moan came from her lips, one of pleasant surprise. I continued orally worshipping her feet until most of the cum was gone. She uttered the only words that were said during this whole encounter: "That was weird, but I liked it a lot." We looked at each other with a mixture of feelings, some embarrassment, a little fear, and a lot of satisfaction.

  42.

  The Motel

  The story I'm about to relate really happened. It may have happened in real life, or it may have been just in my mind, I really can't remember. Having a strong desire to hold, feel, smell and experience the pleasures of the female foot has been with me ever since I can remember. Today people call this strong attraction to an in-animate object, according to Webster, a fetish. I like to call it a pleasure of life that only a small percent of the population can appreciate and enjoy.

  As I was growing up, enjoying the sensual allure of the feminine foot, I was always frustrated at the lack of opportunity to enjoy them in real life. Fetishes in my younger days were considered weird, and we had to stay in the closet so to speak, or experience the cruelty of ours peers as they laughed and made fun of us for being strange. As I went out of state to college some years later, I was still a foot virgin so to speak. You just didn't approach your dates about feet, or they would most likely "freak out" and warn all the other girls on campus about the weirdo that got turned on by feet.

  I was at a frat party one night, doing frat party things. My girlfriend was with me and we had already slept together a few times, but I was still too shy to touch her feet, not that I think she would have allowed me to. The girls had to be back in their dorms by midnight, so after we took them back, us guys returned to the frat house and just sat around and drank more beer. By this time of the early morning, we were all pretty well wasted and feeling fine. One of the guys posed the question "If you could do anything with a girl that you wanted, what would it be? Well I was in the mood to unload, so I told all of my buddies about my love for the female foot. I full well expected them to start laughing at me, or saying something like, real funny Chance, but what do you really like. But they didn't. Tommy Colbert, the President of our fraternity told me that that wasn't any problem. All I had to do was drive over to the next county and go to the Fantasy Motel.

  I found out that it really did exist, and it was a place that catered to the not so normal sexual desires, so I called them up and told them what I wanted. I was surprised to find out that having a foot fetish was not so strange and they had a lady that according to the manager, could give you a night you would never forget with her sexy feet. Well I made the arrangements for the following Saturday night at nine o'clock.

  All that week I could focus on nothing else other than in a few days, I would finally get to experience my dream of really touching and feeling the female foot. That was the longest week of my life, but it eventually passed and Saturday rolled around. The little town that the motel was in was about a 30 minute drive from the campus, so at 8 o'clock in the evening, I got in my car and headed that way. My heart was beating fast and I was sweating like a mule as I pulled into the motel. It was old and small and out of the way. Although the guys called it the fantasy motel, the real name was the Isle of Capri. It looked sleazy and run down, but I could have cared less. I was about to have the night of my life.

  I parked my car and went to the office to check in. The manager, a woman in her late forties told me that Tamara, my date for the evening was waiting for me across the street in the restaurant. I nervously went across the road and into the diner. Sitting in the booth at the back of this little greasy spoon sat Tamara. The manager of the Fantasy showed me a picture of her, so I knew what she looked like. She looked to be about mid-thirties. I liked that age. Still young, but old enough to teach me something. I also was a little into the older woman thing. She wasn't fat or anything, but had plenty of meat on her bones, a very pretty face. Tamara was in my opinion, very sultry looking. She appeared to be confident in her sexuality, but not trashy. She had on a low cut white satin blouse with 2 gold chains hanging from her neck. As I sat down in the both across from her, I could smell a faint hint of an exotic perfume I couldn't identify, but immediately fell in love with. The table hid her body from the waist down, so I couldn't see what she was wearing other than the blouse.

  As we got to know each other over a burger and fries, it dawned on me that we started talking like we were old friends. I didn't feel a bit nervous, and had no problem talking with Tamara.

  About half way through dinner, I felt her shoe rubbing the inside of my leg. My heart jumped into my throat, and I must have shown it. Tamara smiled a little and told me to just eat my dinner and enjoy the night. We would just take it as it came. I looked down and saw that she was wearing a black patent leather pump and had on black slacks. Her shoes were 3 or 4 inch heels and the vamp was low cut. I could see a little of her toe cleavage. My heart was racing a hundred miles an hour as I felt my penis stiffen a little. The amazing thing was, that I didn't act like a high school kid the first time he saw a naked breast or something. We simply started talking again, and as we looked into each other’s eyes and started laughing over a funny story she was telling me, I slipped off Tamara's pump, and started to massage her foot. It was warm and it felt like velvet. I laid her shoe on the booth seat beside me and I could detect a very faint odor of leather. The warm feel of her foot and the smell of leather from her shoe increased my excitement, and my penis was growing more and more with each passing moment. I looked down momentarily and saw Tamara’s foot for the first time. It was about a size 8 with long arched toes. Her nails were painted a very
dark red that contrasted her olive skin very nicely. Her 2nd toe was a little longer than her big toe, the mark of a dominate woman. The rest of her toes tapered down very uniformly and curved down in a very sexy manner. As I looked back at Tamara, and we continued our conversation, I felt her other foot on my lap. She very casually asked me to remove him shoe for her, which I did. I than felt her toes very gently and very lovely strokes the top of my penis. My pants were of course on, but the sensation was so soothing and electrifying at the same time. We continued to talk as I massaged her foot and she massaged my penis with her toes. This was the most wonderful dinner that I have ever had. This is not what I had expected at first. I figured that it would be like seeing a prostitute. She gets paid, I get laid, and I go home. But no, we were talking in public as friends, while we pleasured each other.

  Dinner came to an end, and I put Tamara’s pumps back on her feet. I went and paid the bill and then hand in hand, we went back to the motel room for the rest of the night.

  As Tamara and I walked across the parking lot to our room, I noticed that she was holding my hand and rubbing my fingers between he’s. That simple little act of affection was as much a turn on as anything else that had happened so far. I was realizing that the affection and getting to know each other was really enhancing both the emotional as well as the erotic feelings I was gaining for Tamara. I also knew it was genuine, and not put on. She gave me the key to the room and I unlocked the door and we entered it. The room was really pretty nice. It was very clean and had a much better appearance than the outside of the motel. It had the bathroom to the left of the entrance door and the double bed and night stand was beyond that. There was a little sitting area with a love seat and a coffee table at the end of the room, and a 21 " television was sitting on the dresser.

  Tamara told me to make myself comfortable and then went into the bathroom. I noticed that there was a small refrigerator sitting on a stand just inside the alcove by the bathroom. There were 2 bags of chips and pretzels next to it. I opened the door to the fridge and saw a 12 pack of Coors Draft and a chilled bottle of blush wine cooling. I opened myself a beer and found a wine glass and poured Tamara a drink. About that time she came out of the bathroom. She had changed out of her clothes and put on a lounge outfit. She was wearing an ivory colored crushed velvet robe. It was a short robe that came just above her knees. The neck was low cut and show cased her ample size breasts. She had on a gold necklace that had a gold charm shaped liked cupid. Her perfume was still present and the allure of her looks and the fragrance combined was a very exciting and sensual experience. Tamara had slipped a pair of black high heel bedroom slippers on her feet. They were made from a shiny fabric and had 3 inch heels. They were basically high heel mules with open toes. Tamara's dark red nail polish looked great peeking out from the toe of her slippers.

  She sat on the love seat as I handed her the glass of wine. She asked me to turn on the television, and we found a channel that played middle of the road videos, so the TV was used as back ground music. I sat next to Tamara as she crossed her leg over the other one, and dangled her heel. I could hear a faint swishing sound as she bounced it up and down on her foot. She told me that we had all night and she wanted us to take it as it came and let things happen naturally. Dinner had been that way, and it was way beyond what I had expected. Her demeanor had calmed me beyond belief, and I felt like I was being swept up in an emotional ride that I would remember for the rest of my life. After a few minutes, Tamara uncrossed her leg and tucked it under her buttocks. She placed her other foot on the side of my leg. Her toes curled down over the top of my thigh. This wasn't an act of seduction, but a natural reaction on her part. After a few minutes, I picked her foot up in my hand and started to massage it. I guess I looked at her for approval, but she just gave me a (that is nice) smile. As we continued to talk and as I massaged her foot, I found myself raising it to my mouth. I leaned over and very gently kissed the top of her toes. I could tell that it pleased her. She slid down in the love seat a little more so her foot rested higher up towards my face. She was still talking to me, but as I continued to kiss her foot, I noticed that Tamara had closed her eyes. She was apparently enjoying this as much as I was. Now as I kissed her toes, she raised her foot to my cheeks and stroked them with her toes. They felt like velvet flames shooting across my face. I was also aware that my penis had become fully erect, and so did Tamara. I felt like I was in a trance. Tamara asked me if I wouldn't like to get more comfortable and change into something more appropriate. She told me that there were a few things in the closet. I found a terry cloth wrap and put it around my waist. I walked over to Tamara and held her in my arms. She looked up at me and I leaned down and kissed her with passion. As we embraced, she leaned down and removed her slippers. She took one of them and rubbed the underside of my engorged penis. As we continued to kiss and embrace, I could feel the satin like fabric sliding across my cock. I could feel the first signs of an orgasm. Tamara told me to let her know before I came.

  She didn't want me to cum like this, but it sure felt great. As we continued to embrace and kiss passionate, I could feel the sole of Tamara’s slipper bringing me closer and closer to an orgasm. I told her she better quit or I would stain the sole of her slipper. She laughed out loud and said she had a better idea anyway. With that said she took me by the hand and led me to the bed. She had me sit up with my back resting against the head board. She sat across from me and rested her back on an upright pillow used for watching television. By instinct, I put both of her feet on my lap and massaged them. After a few minutes, I lifted her right foot to my face and started to explore. I was getting a little bolder than I had been so far. As I kissed her toes, I let my tongue now taste Tamara’s flesh. I slowly snaked the tip between each toe ever so gently and very slowly. I wanted to savor every minute. Her flesh had a clean yet slightly salty taste to it, and I could detect a faint leather odor left over from her heels. For the first time, I sucked her little toe into my mouth. My tongue totally explored every inch of it as I started to suck it like a breast. I then moved on to the 4th toe and sucked on it for a few minutes. As I was sucking on it, I looked up and saw Tamara lean back with her eyes closed again. Her finger tips were touching her closely shaven vagina and I could detect her breathing getting faint. I had never in my 22 years been this aroused. As I slipped her third and second toe into my mouth, I felt Tamara's other foot slip under the wrap I had on.

  My cock was fully erect, and Tamara found it without even opening her eyes. She stroked me up and down with her foot with the very same rhythm that she was fingering her vagina with. I slid a little further down as I sucked her big toe for the first time. As my tongue rolled around it, I could detect three senses at work. I could feel the warmth of her flesh, I could taste the unique savory foot taste, and I could smell the sinuous odor of her foot. It was all I could do to hold my orgasm back. As we continued, Tamara scooted closer to me and took my hand in here. She guided it to her vagina, where I without thinking inserted 2 fingers in her. As I penetrated her, she never missed a stroke with her feet on my cock. Her cheeks were all flushed and her breathing was short.

  I was also breathing very irregularly. Tamara quickly got to the point of orgasm. As she was entering into the first stages of orgasm, I felt each stroke of her toes on my cock become more and more sensitive. After another 20 or 30 seconds, we both erupted at the same time. I felt her warm thick cum saturate my 2 fingers I had up inside her. At the same time, the hardest, longest orgasm I had ever had about paralyzed me. It seemed that I must have shot a large amount of semen all over her foot. It was running between her toes and off onto the sheets. While still humping my fingers, Tamara took her other foot and stroked me a few times more. She than sat up and wiped us both off with a towel hanging close by. After we calmed down, we laid in each other’s arms. I stroked her hair and cheeks as she kissed the side of my neck. We held each other tight like we never wanted to let go. After a few more minutes, she suggested we res
t a little, but not too long. We still had several other explorations to accomplish before dawn.

  43.

  Biker Girls

  I have always had a weakness for Biker women. There were these two that I met one day when I was just out cruising around. I don't remember their names. And I guess it doesn't really matter since it was one of the most memorable times of my life.

  They were sitting under a tree in a park I usually go to in order to clear my head. I was walking by and I noticed both of them. Well, I should say I noticed their feet. Both of them had about size 7 feet with high arches, long toes and long painted toenails. One had dark Teresa nails and the other had Joan nails. They looked to be in their early 20s. They were both caught me admiring their feet as I passed and "Teresa" said hello to me. I responded and stopped to make small talk. They told me they were both Laotian and soon enough they asked if I was staring at their feet. I was real bold that day for some reason. I told them both yes and then proceeded to tell them that feet such as their really turned me on tremendously. They looked at each other and laughed and began to wiggle their toes intensely. They made little comments about 'their little Biker feet turning and Anglo on' and 'wondering what how that could be'.