Fetish for Pretty Feet

You Weren’t Like Other Men

Your tastes were different.  So many of your friends were aroused by the same things.  Things like breeding Asian whores, or most porn in general didn’t do it for you.  That’s why getting a job at a women’s shoe store was your best idea yet.  Today in particular, you were absolutely sure of that.  It was late into a your shift when suddenly, you heard the revolving doors spin, and heels clicking in.  The sound of her steps were like music to your ears.  The clicks came to a halt, and you turned your head to find the face of the woman walking in so late.  She introduced herself as May, and pleaded with you to help her find several new pairs of heels, even though posted closing time was quickly approaching.  But how could someone with a fetish for pretty feet say no to such an offer?

If the sound of her was good, her looks were even better.  Your eyes trailed from hers, all the way down her toned, tight body, long legs, and gorgeous feet, then back up again.  It took some effort to stop your jaw from literally dropping.  You finally answered her pleads, and told her you’d love to help.  Also that you’d even close the store so that the two of you could focus on the task at hand.  The smile that stretched across her gorgeous face was almost, almost better than what was to come.  The touching, caressing, dressing, and indulging in your fetish for pretty feet.

For as Long as You Can Remember, You Had a Fetish for Pretty Feet

No matter how many feet your job allowed you to hold, and worship, no two were alike.  Therefore, all of them made you stiff, excited, and horny as ever.  Especially ones like May’s.  They were beautifully pedicured with French tips, which looked good enough to eat.  By the time you knelt in front of her, your cock was already semi hard, and the feeling of her high arches in your palm only made that harder to conceal.  Having a fetish for pretty feet made every step of this process enjoyable.  So, you made sure to relish in every second of it.

First, you delicately pulled at the back of her open toed heel.  It slipped off with ease, and wafted a scent in the air of perfume, and long day of walking.  As you slid the shoe further down, your fingertips grazed along her arches, and felt every inch of soft skin.  Eventually, your fingers landed in the divets of her toes, and felt the slightest bit of sweat between them.  Your mouth watered, and caused you to gulp.  Could she already tell you had a fetish for pretty feet? Or were her giggles caused by the tickles you caused her.

Pair After Pair of Pretty Heels

May’s feet filled them perfectly, and made them better.  Pumps, stilettos, wedges, kittens, platforms, Mary Janes, slingbacks, thongs; they were all perfect on her.  The amount of heels she loved only grew, and so did your love for her delicate feet.  You knew her time there was coming to a close, but you needed more.  So, you offered to cover the cost of each pair, if you could continue worshipping her feet.  After all, your fetish for pretty feet was too strong not to ask.

To your delight, she agreed.  She leaned back, and spread her legs enough that you could see her soft, lace panties underneath her skirt.  Then, a sound that was even better than the clicking she made as she entered: her moans.  They were sensual, delicate, but intentional as you rubbed the soles of her gorgeous, smooth feet.  May only began to relax more as you continued.  By the end of the night, you slid your tongue from her heels to her toes, and sucked each one into your mouth.  The taste was better than you could’ve imagined.  Tonight became the perfect night for a man with a fetish for pretty feet.

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