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Toe the line
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Toeing The Line
My husband has a foot fetish. He loves sucking my toes and
licking my soles and he loves it when I use my feet to make him
come.
I met Bill two years ago when I was working in a lingerie
boutique in a mall. Bill was a regular customer, buying fashion
stocking. He had, on several occasions, complimented me on my
firm legs and my own stockings. Bill was 6'2", 180 pounds,
single and with thinning brown hair (I just adore balding heads!)
It got to the point that I really enjoyed his presence and I even
began playing up to him, teasing him by showing him the tops of
my stockings when he mentioned how good they looked. I enjoyed
showing him my legs and one day I asked him over to my apartment
for dinner, drinks, and a private modelling session.
That evening after dinner, I left Bill sipping a drink in
the living room and I went to the bedroom. I suppose Bill
thought I was only going to model stockings. The look on his
face was priceless as I stepped out wearing high heels,
stockings, garter, panties and bra, all very sheer and very sexy.
"Do you like?" I asked, knowing full well he did. I had
chosen a lavender ensemble and I could feel his eyes on my body
as I struck provocative poses, pirouetted before him and finally
let him feel the stocking. His touch was firm but gentle as he
stroked my leg, his hand squeezing my leg sensuously. I returned
to the bedroom and came out wearing a blue outfit which was a bit
more frilly and a bit skimpier. I noticed Bill trying his best
to conceal the appreciative bulge in his pants as I turned and
adjusted the garter snaps, making sure my ass poked at him
provocatively.
I put my foot on the chair and let him rub his hands up and
down my leg.I saw him staring at the crotch of my panties where I
could feel the damp spot growing slowly larger. Bill's hands
crept higher and I didn't object when he went beyond the tops of
the stockings and skated over the hot bare flesh of my thighs.
Finally, his fingers touched the center of the wet spot and I
shuddered as a thrill shot through me. Reluctantly I backed
away, hurrying to the bedroom and emerging wearing a sheer pink
teddy with skimpy panties. My nipples and brown triangle were
easy to see and I stood directly in front of Bill, turned once,
then put my bare foot directly on the hot spot in his lap.
I felt his swollen cock throb as I rubbed the ball of my
foot over the erection. "Take it out," I said to him. He
quickly unfastened his pants and freed his leaking cock. I put
my foot back on his searing tool and began maneuvering my toes
over and around his parts. Bill just moaned as I used my foot to
toy with his jewels, stroking his dribbling cock and rubbing his
balls. I kept it up until his face turned red and his cock
twitched and shot out a fountain of white goo that covered my
toes and foot.
"Suck my toes," I said forcefully as I raised my cum-covered
foot to his lips. Bill didn't hesitate for a second as his
tongue darted out and licked my big toe then sucked it into his
mouth. He licked between my pedicured toes, cupping the heel of
my foot in his hands. He lapped up every sticky strand of semen
on my foot, cleaning the skin with his adoring mouth. My cunt
was really juicing by then so I pulled my foot away, turned and
bent over, telling him to pull my panties off using only his
teeth.
I felt his breath on my skin as he clenched the waistband of
my panties between his teeth and tugged. I felt goosebumps pop
out on my butt cheeks and I wiggled my ass invitingly. Sure
enough, Bill began rutting and snorting in the crack of my ass,
licking at my sensitive bum hole and especially at my slit. I
pushed my ass into his face and let his tongue dig into my
available entrances.
I reached back and grabbed his again-stiff prick and lowered
myself onto it. Bill was a great fuck and he reached around and
played with my clit to help me come when he did. Needless to
say, we hit it off famously and we married six months later.
Bill still has a lust for feet and I always take advantage of
that fetish. In a restaurant I slip my shoe off and put my foot
in his lap, directly on his prick which always stiffens quickly.
Not long ago we had dinner with Dee Dee and Frank and I rubbed
Bill mercilessly. I think Dee Dee knew what I was doing because
she kept glancing at me and grinning. rank thought Bill looked
warm and went to the kitchen to fetch some ice water. As soon as
he left the room, I pressed hard and felt Bill's prick quiver and
shoot in his pants. When Frank returned, Bill "accidentally"
spilled the water in his lap to help conceal the wet spot.
When we got home, Bill let me have it, too. Every throbbing
inch.
Liz, Charleston, WV
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