Foot Fetish Stories

My name is Jessie, I’m a twin from a small town outside of Tampa, Florida. My sister’s name is Jessica and as you can tell by the names we’re not identical although we are very close and share many of the same interest. One of those interest was creating videos and uploading them to YouTube in which we had a pretty good following of online fans from early on. We started out with videos of our dog doing stupid things and videos of pranks then we were doing short films and mini-series.
One day while reading the comments our fans had left on the most popular video we’d uploaded at the time, I noticed there were many comments on how pretty Jessica’s feet were. I had always known she had had pretty feet, we both did as we inherited that trait from our mother who loved to show her perfectly manicured peds in high heels off and it came to pass that whenever mom would go to the salon to get her nails done, Jessica and I would play “Nail Salon”. We would set up shop in her room. I would play the part of the nail technician and she played the part of the customer. I loved to pamper her beautiful toes and feet. I was too young at first for it to be sexual just an intense attraction to the sight, feel and aroma of pretty feet but as I read the comments I began to get aroused and so I watched the video and realized that I still had the unedited version that had a much longer and at times clearer shot of her peds. I quickly put together a video that had those beautiful peds as the main focus, I went to the clothes hamper and found a pair of my sister’s socks, put the video on loop playback and watched it as I sniffed the intoxicating aroma of her socks and masturbated my now rock-hard throbbing cock to the most intense orgasm I had had up to that point passing out then waking up in a pool of sweat and cum some moments later. After cleaning myself up I managed to lengthen the video some more after combing through our archives of raw video and soon found myself with the longer version on loop playback and her socks back under my nose ending in another pool of sweat and cum.

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Robert was your typical awkward teenager from southern California. He wasn’t exactly popular at his high school. On a daily basis he was slammed into lockers, beaten up in the court yard at lunch, ridiculed for his gift in poetry, math and science. One particular reason he was singled out so much, was his foot fetish. That is correct folks. The entire school knew and refused to let him live it down. How did they find out you ask? No it wasn’t because he sneaks pictures of girls feet on his cell phone while in class. It wasn’t because of the time he snuck into the girl’s locker room, stole the sandals of a cheerleader and used them to masturbate with at home that same night, bathing them in cum. It all snowballed out of control on a cold rainy day in January. The fields were too muddy for soccer, so gym class was moved into the gymnasium. The gym coach whom Rob despised so much, ordered everyone to find a partner, take off their shoes and spot each other while doing sit ups. Unfortunately for our friend Robert, gym class was coed and he was surrounded by gorgeous young ladies, wiggling their toes in their colorful socks. A distinct smell filled the gymnasium. A sweet seductive smell of sweat, cotton and dirt overpowered Robert, bring him to his knee’s, making him weak. He was soon greeted by a familiar sensation, stirring in his gym shorts. Making him throb and writhe uncomfortably. This feeling could not be suppressed. A foreign exchange student by the name of Michelle, approached Rob, smiled sweetly, stuck her right hand out and said with her sensual Serbian accent “I would very much like to be partners”. Enchanted by her flowing auburn hair, her gorgeous breathe taking cleavage, tall stature, long legs, sparkling emerald eyes and more importantly her size ten feet imprisoned within purple and black striped tube socks. They called for Robert’s touch, begging to be released from their prison. Robert regained his composure, looked the Slavic bombshell in the eyes and said to her with uncertainty in his voice “ye-yeah sure”. The pair proceeded to sit down in a spot right beside the jocks and cheerleaders. Collecting stares of their peers as they began “You first” Michelle proclaimed with a huge smirk and her eyes tight. Robert began his set of sit ups, finishing them quickly just to get a chance to touch Michelle’s feet. Soon it was her turn. She laid down face up, looking Robert in the eyes smiling. Positioning herself for crunches. Robert placed his hands firmly around her feet. Getting a good feel of her toes and arches. Michelle giggled and squirmed with delight at the sensation, kicking her feet, slapping him in the face slightly with her sweaty smelly socks. Roberts devious grin quickly turned into shock as he discovered his massive erection now sticking out of his gym shorts. Michelle looked up at Robert, noticed him sweating profusely smiling awkwardly. She looked down at his shorts, her eyes grew wide and she let out an ear drum piercing scream. The cheerleader to the left of Robert shouted “Ewww get away from my feet you freak!” The entire class erupted into laughter. Robert, feeling a mixture of humiliation and arousal. shook and writhed with pleasure as his penis throbbed three times and released its contents. Now filled with shame, Robert ran back to the locker room, searching for a change of clothes. Since that day Robert has been the target of ridicule, the butt of many jokes and the subject to bullying. It seems every girl on campus steers clear of Robert’s path… All except one… A certain Eastern European girl, who is quite inquisitive would be having a word with him soon.

I have a fantasy and would love to be at a club full of women lookin sexy as ever dressed to impressed and would love to be the guy on the floor or really, under the floor but with my cock sticking out of the floor, and all these ladies who doesn’t know I’m down there come in the club and dance, and do what women do in the club, but have it nothing but women and when the club is over, have each one of them in a corodor heading out with me on the floor recording it. I wonder if i could make it or, if anyone ever tried this before and if you have a vids where can i see that at? But if not hopefully I will be able to do that oneday… lol..

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“Now, let’s see what you’re really made of,” she says. I start to protest that, after an orgasm like that I, but as I look down, I am still hard, long, firm, albeit wet. Her toes have found their way around me, and I feel as if I haven’t even started. I look up and, of course, she is smoking again. Slowly I enter her, just a little, then out, a little more, then out, the effect is obvious, there is actually smoke coming from her mouth as she moans. She grabs my hips, firmly, displaying a degree of strength I would not have believed, and keeps me inside. No more teasing. She is breathing hard, actually wheezing. The cigarette is grasped by her teeth, as her hands hold my hips firmly. I can see she has gained some control, as the cigarette is disappearing quickly, and no smoke is coming from her mouth. Almost lazily, I move slowly, rhythmically. I know there is nothing left inside, so I can just relax and please this exotic beauty. She comes over and over, wheezing and inhaling, smoke again coming from her mouth. Time seems to have gone into slow-motion and then, suddenly, without notice, I am coming again, and our orgasms seem to go on and on. Gradually, the immediacy drains away. We are both soaked with sweat and body fluids, and she is smoking two cigarettes at a time, drawing drags, and keeping them in. There must be thirty cigarette butts in the saucer. It is hard to believe, but it is almost 5. I’m exhausted, spent, and flying on a wind of ecstasy. I cannot even think of a smart remark, all brainwaves having drained with the semen. I don’t have to think, I just have to be. Less than five hours, and I think I have become addicted for the first time in my life, to this perfect female, who is rubbing her big toe on my lips. Can I actually still be hard? Yes, I am. I feel a nudge against my lips, and both of her feet are playing, lightly, on my face. Between two toes, on each foot, is a very short stub, that has got to be burning her toes. Two other cigarettes have replaced them in her mouth. “You know what to do,” as she pokes a big toe against my lip. I gently remove the two cigarettes from between her toes, and, no longer worried, I grind them out, slowly, watching the red glows fade gradually, on the outside, or transverse arch, of each foot. She is compulsively dragging on both cigarettes, and then again, an unending chain, the cigarettes shrinking fast, and no smoke coming out of her mouth. Now her feet are surrounding my face, essentially cradling the entire side, each side, of my face, like a frame. My lips and tongue return to her soaking wet clitoris, and the sighs begin again, and wisps of smoke begin escaping her mouth. Her feet trail down my face, over my neck, the texture of her soles like fine sandpaper, over my shoulders, walking down my chest, and, once again, enfolding my penis. It is getting easier to hold off, as her sighs of pleasure come again and again, over and over, sighs, wheezes, and the inevitable smoke. Then, her toes begin to grip tighter and, impossible as it seems, I am like a fountain, over her feet, on her legs, on my legs, I literally didn’t know I had it in me.

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I am sitting at a sidewalk cafe, overlooking an urban landscape. In the distance I see a figure. As the figure, who does not appear to be headed for any particular place, but is merely meandering in the sun, gets closer, I can see she is a female. She is walking without a care in the world, dressed in a short and tasteful dress, with beautiful legs and, yes, she is barefoot! And there are no shoes in sight. Her purse is small. She is smoking a cigarette as if her life depended on the carcinogens. As I sip my cognac, the lady sees me staring at her. With an ironic smile on her face, she is heading right for my table. She is truly beautiful. In her bare feet, she is at least six feet tall. Her hair is black, and flows down her back, almost to her waist, and is beautifully maintained. She has the loveliest face I have ever seen, with eyes which seem to express nonchalance and humor simultaneously. She is wearing a simple gold necklace and, around her beautifully suntanned wrists, simple, elegant bracelets, to show off her long, tapered, fingers, with immaculately manicured long nails. Her legs are long, seeming to go on for ever. Time stands still, as these beautifully shaped legs ultimately end in exquisite feet, which are long and as elegant as her hands, with long toes, and a perfect pedicure. Her toenails are also long. She is wearing an anklet on each ankle, and a toe ring on each foot. On her left, it is on her middle toe. On her right, it is on the toe next to her big toe and, as this toe is longer than the big toe, this ring has a little diamond in it. The sight of this magnificent female takes my breath away, and I realize I am gawking, open mouthed.

Seeing my expression, such as must be seen on a man dying of thirst, she smiles that ironic smile, and takes a long drag on her unfiltered cigarette. Half an inch of ash is created, and she holds the smoke in, so that when she exhales, no smoke is evident. Without a word, she sits next to me and puts her feet on my lap. Her soles are black as coal. “My feet are tired,” she says, stubbing her cigarette out in the ashtray. I start to rub them, gently, but very firmly. She looks at me and says, “I knew you would like that. Is that cognac? It looks good.” “Garcon, an cognac sil vous plait.” “Oh, do you speak French?” she asks. “An tres peu.” She reaches into her bag, pulls out a Gauloises, places it between her lips, and lights it. Looking at me, she takes a drag that seems to go on and on. With her lips still curved into that smile, she says, “They’re awful, I know. But I started young, and I don’t see how I’ll ever quit,” a look which says, “And don’t ask.” Again, no smoke comes out of her mouth or nose. Her cognac arrives. As she sniffs it, her feet begin to rub into my crotch. “Ah, I see we’re getting somewhere.” Speechless, I just nod.

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A woman was doing a work study in the union office and she was barefoot in closed toe lace up shoes. Well I walked in started a conversation with her and then, when i saw she was barefoot in her shoes, I started poking at her feet; she giggled and then I started unlacing her shoes and pulled one off playing with her toes… warm and soft not sweaty. She said they were ugly, but i thought they looked ok, so i took the other shoe off too: no scent then i put her shoes back on, but one last time i took them off.

Another story was this girl I went out with. She had stockings on that night but the next day she was barefoot in low heeled pumps and I kneeled down and started pulling her shoe off she fought, but I got it off her barefoot didn’t smell bad, but not good either, but she begged me to put her shoe back on.

Finally a girl in the spa:  she was barefoot in her pumps, so I caught her in the hall and said I wanted to see her toes. Well she did kick her shoe off and wiggled her foot for me.

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