Sock Fetish Footjob Drives My Boyfriend Wild

My boyfriend loves soft fuzzy stocks on my pretty feet.

A sock fetish drove my boyfriend wild for my pretty feet. I knew he was a little kinkster, and that he loved whenever I wore sexy heels. His imagination takes him to some very kinky roleplay ideas. He loves femdom and I love to dominate and make him squirm with a little pegging revenge from time to time! But one of his favorite fetish triggers is my feet. Total foot fetish. He loves seeing me wear heels, sneakers, sandals… Anything at all. Recently, I realized that it kicks into overdrive when I take off my sneakers after the gym and wear my sweaty little socks. Other times he loses his mind when I’m wearing fuzzy socks around the house too.

So I got curious about it… How far did this sock fetish go? I know he loves to suck on my pretty toes and massage them, and he’ll drop to his knees to kiss my hees. But how far, how far, would my little sub go over some cute sock-covered feet? I had plans to go to his apartment one Friday night, so I wore my fuzzy socks all day long, knowing that they would get warm and smell like feet. And then I put on a pair of boots so that it would lock in all the juiciness. He had no idea what was coming when I finally came over. And as soon as I got in through the door, I kicked off my boots. His curiosity peaked as soon as he saw those fuzzy socks.

I loved teasing him about his sock fetish.

“I love these socks—they’re so fucking soft,” I commented as I walked past him. Sure enough, he did a 180 to follow me along like a lost puppy, settling on the couch with me. And then, to taunt him further, I turned and set my legs up on the couch, letting my feet rest over his lap. I knew he couldn’t help himself, his sock fetish was driving him crazy. And he could smell them where he sat, grinning like a fool and trying not to succumb so quickly. I giggled and put on a movie, ignoring him as I wiggled my toes. He started off by being sly, lightly touching my feet and massaging them. And as he did so, I twirled them around, sometimes intentionally stroking them up and down the outline of his cock. He grew so fucking hard for me.

He simply couldn’t take it any longer. By the middle of the movie, he submitted to his sock fetish, pleading. “Baby you know what you’re doing… Please…” He begged, like music to my ears. I giggled and removed my feet from his lap – which almost left him devastated. But I only did that so I could pull down his pants and boxers. All at once, his eyes lit up, his cock throbbing for attention. Ask and you shall receive! I set my pretty little sock-covered feet on his lap again. This time the soft and fuzzy material stroked along his cock, my warm feet teasing him with every light touch. And he leaned down to press his nose against them, getting a good sniff.

I gave him a delicious sock-fetish footjob.

Soft, warm, fuzzy socks. Smelly little feet. My soles wrapped around him as I stroked it up and down the shaft. He was lost in a daze as I finally gave him what he’d been lusting after all afternoon. I wondered… Should I let him cum on my soft fuzzy socks? Gosh, it might ruin how plush they were, don’t you think?

Should I let you cum on my socks, you little foot-freak? Call me.

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