Women and shoes fit together beautifully, like a lovely set of perky tits. How could you go wrong?
There’s nothing sexier to me than a woman strutting her stuff in a pair of ultra-feminine shoes. Bring on wedges, heels, stilettos, strappy scandals, “fuck me” boots”" the list goes on. Heels magically highlight delicate arches of feet as though they’re being displayed on a pedestal. It’s sorta like how a push-up bra provides an alluring lift that makes my Jimmy want to shimmy.
Flats are a “no go.” Ladies need to leave their ballet slippers at home and not even think of having them make an appearance in public. I could give a shit if they’re comfortable. Have some foot pride! Flat-chested chicks don’t get me turned on, so why would I get excited with flat-shoed women?
Sadly, I have witnessed a hottie ruin the entire sexy shoe appeal by failing to simply groom, resulting in a total boner-killer. I find it mind-boggling that ladies religiously keep up their hair, mugs, pubes, but some fail to tend to their exposed toes. Nail polish is key. Any neglect, such as a chip, dangerously lethal sharp nails or a fungus, can destroy the mood. Give me a woman with a sparkling pedicure, wearing a pair of new shoes anything but flip-flops , and I’ll fuck her till my dick deflates. Of course she has to have the slamming body and face to match, but if she lacks pretty feet, I won’t want to venture inside her panties.
My foot fetish dates back to my younger impressionable years. I blame my baby-sitter, Connie, the curly black-haired kick-liner who unknowingly got me hooked on her feet. She used to innocently prop her flawless feet on my lap when we watched cartoons together. Those were the days when He-Man, the Flintstones and the Jetsons consumed my attention, until the day I got a glimpse of Connie’s exposed tootsies.
From then on I stole glances at her perfectly painted toes, admiring the array of shoes that cupped her feet. It was amazing. For all the years she baby-sat me, she never wore the same pair. Back then I couldn’t give in to my foot passion. Blame it on youth, and the law, for stopping me from acting on my impulses, but I never took advantage of Connie’s divine feet.
Instead of my fixation fading, it gained momentum. My obsession grew. No longer could I suppress my desires. During adolescence, I jerked off to countless women’s-shoe advertisements rather than Victoria’s Secret catalogs. Sure, I got off to sleazy porn mags, and the sight of Phoebe Cates’s boobs in Fast Times at Ridgemont High never failed to shoot my load, but I also yearned for the natural seductive curve of women’s feet.
The initial time I acted on my footie cravings was when I was a senior in high school. I applied at a shoe store in a local shopping mall. Sure, it was Al Bundy’s nightmare, but my dream come true. It didn’t hurt that our clientele consisted mostly of young high-maintenance beauties with super-soaker-worthy feet. I was more than willing to assist them, except for the old hags with protruding corns and blisters who belonged in a podiatrist’s office.
The first day of work, I almost creamed my pants when in walked a bombshell. She resembled Heather Locklear in her T. J Hooker years, down to her blonde, feathered hair, petite frame and crystal blue eyes. She circled around the store a few times determined to find the right pair of shoes. Her quest appeared to be a frustrating feat, since she was pouting and mumbling to herself. I found it the perfect opportunity to offer her my expertise”"although I was technically clueless, since it was my inaugural day as a shoe salesman. My voice cracked slightly, undercutting my confidence, as I informed her that I would be of great assistance.
She rolled her eyes at my baby face, sizing me up with a mere look. Her eyes challenged me, speaking volumes: Good luck, buddy, I’ve searched the store high and low, if you don’t pull them out of your ass, they don’t exist. As she was about to exit, I fired questions at her, asking if they were intended for work, an occasion or simply chill ing out. She gave me the benefit of the doubt and stayed to listen to my sales pitch. I wasn’t sure if she felt sorry for me, since my boss was hovering over us, shaking his head in doubt, but she humored me, saying the shoes were for a dress she was wearing at her friend’s wedding. She also requested comfort and style, so she could wear them after the event and not have them collect dust at the back of her closet.
I steered her toward the ones I had my eyes on since I took them out of the box to put on display. They were black velvet beauties with gold metallic-glitter rose patterns on the toes, with 3 -inch narrow heels and pointed toes. Gimme a break. It was the ’80s. She was interested in trying them on, asking to see them in a size 7. I eyeballed her feet and, sensing she was a bit smaller than she thought, grabbed the 6 as well.
It was house rules that women try on shoes with nylon pegs, so I offered them to her. I leaned on my knees and helped her roll on the nylons. My breath shortened as I held the shoe out in my hand, allowing her to slip in. Her sexy feet wiggled in the 6 ‘s. Completely enveloped by desire, I wanted to put my face beneath her soles and lick them, then suck on her toes and stick my dick between them.
“I’ll take them!” she exclaimed, noticing my cock’s excited state, then said clearly, “Easy, boy. I’m only interested in the shoes.” I hoped my boner hadn’t offended the Heather Locklear look-alike, since my job was on the line. I silently cursed my dick for misbehaving. I rang her up at the register and never saw her again.
Maybe that’s why today, being a man in my 30s, I’ve been satisfying my desire ever since. All of which started in my “finally got fucked” years.
Angie, my college sophomore-year girlfriend, officially de-virginized me. I struck out throughout high school. There’s something about middle-class suburbanite goody-two-shoes that makes them freak out when you ask them if you could suck on their toes. I was studying liberal arts, not knowing what the hell I was going to do with my life, when in walked Angie with her tight leggings, long sweater, frosted hair, pink glossy lips and wow-factor up-at-attention boobs. Of course I also noticed her shoes. She wore lovely white high heels.
She planted herself next to me in class, and before I could blink, she was putting the moves on me during the boring lecture. What she was doing to me was criminal. She was playing footsie with my package underneath the desk. It was like she was privy to the knowledge of how much I worshiped women’s feet.
I don’t know what came over me, but I became daring and unzipped my fly, inviting her to connect with my flesh. She slipped off her heels and pushed down my jeans, then foot-fucked my monster stiff. I moaned in the back lecture hall as her gorgeous feet fondled my taint, then gave attention to my sac and shaft. She was relentless, until I tapped out my cream all over her English composition notes. No one seemed to notice our wicked encounter.
After class, Angie and I went back to my dorm room forgoing our other classes fuck it, our parents were paying the hefty tuition”"little did they know how far their dollars were really going . Off came her sweater, leggings, bra and panties. When she was about to remove her high heels, I requested she keep them on. Being a cool chick, she found no problem in kicking it with her shoes intact.
My cock grew to its full length as I witnessed Angie’s incredible body exposed. Her tits were so full, they looked like they could have fed an entire village, and her dark bush proved that she wasn’t a birthright blonde. But those heels were what made her entire body rock, making her legs look like they belonged to a dancer’s and her backside look like it could pass for Cindy Crawford’s ass double.
“So, Tommy, do you want to just stare at me all day?” Angie said, tapping her foot mockingly in boredom. Words failed to escape from my mouth, so she answered for me. She began playing with herself. I sat frozen, mesmerized as she tweaked and massaged her nipples, making them erect. They were so stiff, she could have cut glass with them. When she was finished giving her tits a workout, she let her fingertips trail down over her adorable belly button and finally snake in between her legs. She spread away the dark curly pubes until her swollen pink clit poked through.
Then Angie wedged her index finger inside her hole, while smiling up at me. I watched intently as her finger got lost and buried inside her trap. She pumped away rapidly at her twat, moaning. Pant ing, I clutched my cock and slapped my meat. I tried to keep my restraint, but I was close to busting loose. Angie closed her eyes as she serviced herself and slipped another digit inside her golden cave. A small drop of precome dripped onto my sheets when she erupted in a rapid orgasm.
“Move your ass, girl, and park your pussy on my dick,” I said with pure self-assurance. I was positive I was going to finally get laid! So much so that my dick was about to high-five me. However, Angie was still in a daze and had difficulty strolling over to my bed after her explosive orgasm. She looked like a wobbling drunk failing a sobriety test. It was a pitiful sight watching her unable to walk a straight line.
I caught her in my arms and attacked her with hot kisses. We somehow ended up on the bed. She jumped on top of me, her tits dangling over me while my dick searched desperately for her juicy hole. Since I never sealed the deal before, the search for the sacred temple felt like it was taking an eternity. I suddenly sympathized with Christopher Columbus. No man wants to stop and ask for directions. We would rather claim a new world than admit we have no freakin’ idea where the hell we are.
Angie must have popped her cherry long before she encountered me in English class a good girl I knew she wasn’t , since she took over assertively, shoving my rod deep inside her warm pussy. My dick never felt such pleasure. It beat any jerk-off session. I relished every sensation. Never before had my joystick hit the inner depths of a woman’s drenched pussy.
Suddenly my cock took over and became a greedy bastard. It needed to feel every inch of Angie’s juiciness. Just when I thought she was as wet as humanly possible, she got even creamier with each thrust I threw her way. As she rode my cock, I felt her pussy pulsing and her heels jabbing into my thighs, making my fantasies come to life. I was fucking a hot chick, and she had sexy shoes on. Could my life get any better? I thought not. My balls were like ticking bombs. Up and down she slid on my deserving deflowered cock.
When I grabbed onto her sexy heels and rubbed the tops of her feet, I knew there wasn’t much time left until I unloaded. “I’m going to blow!” In a flash my cream spewed out full-force. It felt like a lifetime of pent-up jism erupting. The poor girl was oblivious that I was filling her up with a full tank of fuel.
After I emptied myself, Angie was still frisky. She got off my lap and rubbed her pussy all over my face. Instead of sucking on her twat a disheartening act since it carried my cock juice residue , I decided to sample a different part of her body. I grasped onto her heels and tossed them onto my chest. Then I lifted her feet up to my nose and sniffed. The scent was remarkable, like the glorious aroma of freshly baked cinnamon buns. She took care of her feet! The scent alone indicated that she used lotion, and her flawless manicured wine-colored polished toenails looked like a professional job. I was impressed!
I took my chances, hoping Angie wouldn’t get turned off like all the lame girls I encountered in my past, and ran my tongue along the soles of her feet. She didn’t flinch, so I slid my tongue between each and every one of her toes. She giggled at first, saying she was slightly ticklish. Then she cried it was driving her crazy. I paid attention to each tender toe, licking and sucking every inch. She moaned as I blew my hot breath all over her delicate feet, until she exploded in orgasm.
“Wow, Tommy!” she said. “I can’t believe you made me come by sucking on my toes. You’re fucking incredible.”
And so our relationship manifested. I will always be grateful to Angie. She was the first woman who gave my dick pussy access and allowed me to tend to my foot fixation. Throughout our short time together, she let me pick out her shoes, and kept them on whenever we hooked up. When she got booted out of college, after she flunked every single course I believe her GPA was negative by the time she got the boot , she granted me one last sexual wish. She was like my sex fairy.
I went up to her room. Her bags were packed and ready to go. Her parents were picking her up in a few hours, so our time was limited. I whipped out my dick and fed it to her. She sucked on it until it was lubricated enough to travel where I craved for so long. No, not her pussy I did that already. No, not her ass I explored that hole too. I longed to be in between her toes.
I yanked my cock out of her mouth and wedged it between her big toe and second toe. I thrust my dick through and pumped like a frenzied man. Some times fantasies don’t live up to your expectations, but foot-fucking surpassed all of mine. I came in seconds, flooding her toes.
Many years have passed since my Angie days, but I still haven’t stopped seeking another woman who could up her ante. My ex-girlfriend Gena came close, but she shut and bolted the door on our relationship the minute she refused my toe-loving ways. Plus she fooled me in the beginning, sporting sexy pumps and then trading them in for athletic Nikes. I knew that we were doomed. And my former flame Tammy was too wild for my liking she was into dominating. I’m all for girl power, but that was until she tried crushing my balls in some barbaric device. Sorry, I need my boys to live and breathe. Otherwise my dick would be destined to a misery of limpness.
Just last week I believe I finally met Angie’s contender. I was begrudgingly attending a buddy’s Super Bowl party. I don’t mind the hot chicken wings or the beer-drinking, the key accompaniments for watching football. It’s just that I’m more of a baseball kind of guy. I grabbed a Heineken and reluctantly joined the middle-aged men growling at the large flat-screen.
A handful of chicks were trying to keep up with the plays. One in particular caught my eye. She was fierce. Her flowing honey-hued hair framed a magnificent face, with a body that ran circles around all the girls at the party who were clad in shapeless oversized football jerseys. She looked like she was on the prowl and ready for a night of clubbing and making some guy’s night memorable preferably mine .
My cock appreciated her form-fitting dress, and the knock-out shoes that laced up around her delicate ankles. I nudged my friend and asked him to give me the quick bio rundown on her. He gave me the heads-up that she would basically spread her legs for any willing cock. I was a shoe-in. All I had to do was go for it!
I introduced myself to her, and by the time the next pass was thrown, Amy was going down on me in my friend’s bedroom. While she sucked on my steel rod, I ripped off her panties. My tongue found her juicy twat. We gorged on each other while the muffled sounds of the football game droned on in the background. My tongue kept flicking her clit, enticing her release. In and out my tongue probed her insides.
Soon Amy abruptly ripped into an extraordinary orgasm, gushing all over my face. I lapped up her nectar while she sucked my cock until I burst. I gave her plenty to drink. She guzzled down my entire load.
Once the aftershocks settled, I picked her clothes up from the floor. I watched her dress, and felt my cock stiffen when she tied her straps around her ankle.
“Those are some sexy feet you have,” I said.
“Thanks,” she said, shrugging and propping them next to me. “Guys usually don’t pay much attention to them.”
“Well, I’ll be sure to take extra care of them,” I said, peeling off her shoes. I gently massaged the soles of her feet, then saw her neglected toes and started caressing them.
Amy whimpered as I brought her toes toward my mouth, unaware that I was about to bring her over the edge with a footjob she’d never forget.”