Fuck My Pretty Feet, Not My Pussy!

Kinks are so fun to play with, especially once they’re finally exposed.

When I learned my ‘vanilla’ boyfriend had a foot fetish there was only one thing for him to do: fuck my pretty feet. A few days ago, he offered to give me a foot massage after a long day of work. I love working in a lingerie shop, but it’s so much time on my feet and I always make sure to wear heels so I can emphasize the sex appeal. I realized he was staring at my feet while waiting for an answer, not me and the thought crossed my mind. Did he want to fuck my pretty feet?

Either way, I said yes to the foot massage. He gently slid my heels off and immediately stroked the sole of my foot. His thumb worked from toe to heel and his face flushed red. When he caught me watching, he cleared his throat and hurried to get some lotion, but not before I saw the excitement on his face.

He’d offered me a massage, but he definitely wanted to fuck my pretty feet.

I’d never actually used my feet on someone despite hearing about how common foot fetishes were, so I was almost excited by the opportunity. When he came back, he had my favorite lotion in hand and steadily began rubbing my feet. The more he pampered them, the more obvious it was that he wanted to fuck my pretty feet desperately. His fingers kneaded and worked into my sole, he traced where my toes met the ball of my foot. Leaving no detail or curve untouched as he massaged away every ache and pain, leaving me panting and moaning.

The massage was incredible, but when he moved to my second foot, holding it in his lap, I realized how hard he was. I asked if he was enjoying it and he just said, he liked pleasing me and really liked taking care of me. I was surprised he didn’t admit to wanting to fuck my pretty feet, but I knew I could get him there.

It’s true I like to please my partner and who am I to judge a man for liking feet. My dainty toes, the arch of my foot, how cute and petite my feet are – I guess I can understand it. I might not like my own feet, but since my boyfriend was rock hard, I knew he did. He wanted to fuck my pretty feet and the more he denied himself, the more I wanted to expose him and take care of his unspoken desire.

So I started stroking and curling my toes against his erection while he massaged my right foot. His eyes flicked to mine and he asked what I was doing. I grinned. “Maybe I want you to fuck my pretty feet. Maybe I just want to tease you.”

His face went red, but he stopped trying to pretend that he didn’t want to fuck my pretty feet.

I made my moans and panting more obvious as he kneaded and caressed my foot. I managed to undo his pants with my free foot, and dragged his zipper down, revealing his cock. Slowly, I worked my toes over his shaft, then used the ball of my foot, the arch, my heel. Every new touch, every new stroke made him harder until he was leaking precum and there was no denying he wanted to fuck my pretty feet.

He stopped rubbing my feet and started to speak, but instead, I put my big toe against his lips and told him to suck, to enjoy my feet just like he needed so he could fuck my feet properly and fully. Then he looked from me to my foot rubbing his dick and finally gave in.

He sucked my toe, worshiped my foot with his mouth while using his other hand to guide my toes around his cock. Once he’d gotten a good taste of my foot, he wrapped both around his cock. His dick slid almost frictionlessly between the soles of my feet while he held my toes and heels together. If he wasn’t going to use his words to admit to wanting to fuck my pretty feet, then he wasn’t going to get to cum.

I started massaging him, rolling my feet together to make it tighter with each thrust, curled my toes against his shaft, watched the need and ecstasy blooming across his face as he tried to get away with satisfying his fetish wordlessly. Then I stopped. “If you want to cum, you’re going to admit how badly you’ve wanted to fuck my pretty feet.”

He panted tried to get me to continue, but I’m plenty good at edging.

I gave him almost everything he needed, but kept stopping right before he could blow until he finally admitted it. He loved my feet, wanted to worship them, and was desperate to fuck my pretty feet. With that confirmation, I focused the soles of my feet on the head of his cock, added some pressure and friction, and let him come all over my toes, the balls of my feet, the delicate arch, and the sides of my feet. He’d finally gotten to fuck my pretty feet.

While he was panting and humming, praising me and my feet, I told him that being honest would get him more in the future. All he had to do was honestly tell me he wanted to fuck my pretty feet, lick my feet, and worship them and he could have them. So could you if you decide to be good and admit that you’re a freak who wants to fuck my pretty feet then maybe you play the control queen games too?

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