Smell my Dirty Feet and Lick them Clean

Do you like my feet in my heels…or out of them?

After spending the whole day teasing David, I knew he was on edge. My sexy high heels that looked amazing on my pedicured feet– and even better on my perfect ass, clicked on the floor. I caught him stealing more than a few glances, eying my feet and toned calves. I always loved toying with him just a bit, but today I wanted to take it a bit further. David was about to get lucky, and get the privilege to smell my dirty feet.

Once evening hit, I fell into our plush couch and crossed my legs. My skirt rode up my thighs, exposing my panties and I rolled my ankles, getting my good boy’s attention once again. My feet are aching from a long day of strutting around in those heels. I kicked them off, the scent of leather and sweat wafting through the air, and beckoned David over with a wink. He sits on the couch next to me, bringing my feet in for a massage, but I had something more sinister in mind.

I wanted him to smell my dirty feet

“Get on your knees,” I commanded and he obeyed without question, his eyes locked onto my bare feet. This was going to be a lot of fun. Then, I bring my toes up to his face, making him smell my dirty feet. And he leans in, his nose brushing against my toes, and he inhales the smelly toe sweat deeply. He closes his eyes and moans deeply, sending spasms straight to my cunt.

“Go on, feel them,” I continued, my pussy pounding in my panties. Then, his hands reach up and grab my arches. He uses the leverage to press his nose in deeper and smell between my toes more. I can tell he’s holding back and wants more. I spread my toes and tell him to lick them, my voice barely above a whisper. Without hesitation, he leans in and runs his tongue from my toes down to my soles.

“That’s it baby, worship my feet.”

I demanded, my voice firm but dripping in how turned on I was. He listens, his tongue, lips, and nose exploring to kiss, lick and smell my dirty feet. Then, I could see his hard cock straining against his pants. And it was such a turn on to see he was just as horny as I am. Then, I smile to myself, excited to see just how far I could push him. But let’s be honest he was so turned on and obedient, he would probably even let me fuck him with a dildo.

“Now, I want you to use them,” I said, my voice low and sultry. He looked up at me, confusion written all over his face. Then, I smirked and wrapped my toes around his shaft in his pants, his gasp of surprise music to my ears. I moved my feet up and down and David’s moans and groans filled the room. Then, he pulled his cock out of his pants and grabbed my ankles, holding my soft, sweaty and spitty feet around his cock as he pumped.

Then, he takes one foot to smell my dirty feet as he strokes himself between my toes on the other one. And I feel his cock pulsing as he cums on my toes, moaning into my soles. I smiled, and I couldn’t help what came next. “Clean them,” I ordered. He hesitated for a moment before leaning in and licking my toes clean, his tongue darting between each digit, devouring his cum. Satisfied, I leaned back on the couch and spread my legs, showing David my wet panties that he would have to clean next.

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