Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Basketball Diaries

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My Girlfriends Friend

My Girlfriends Friend

By Sibou

I was aboout 16 and had a girlfriend named jessica. Jessica had very pretty feet but I was afraid to tell her about my foot fetish.This particular summer a spanish family moved into our neighborhood. The daughter was our age and named maria. Maria had stunningly good looks and knew it and she became fast friends with jessica. Within a month she had most of the boys drooling constantly, all except me. She would boss them around saying things like " go get me something to drink from the store" once she made a boy mow the grass in front of her house and thanked him by letting him buy her lunch.She seemed irritated that I didn't jump at her commands and when jessica wasn't around she would say "you're not too good to kiss my ass " I told her I'm happy with jessica so she couldn't control me. That was until we were at jessica's house one day. Her mother called and said that she would be late coming home and asked jessica to pick up her little brother from the babysitter.She told me to keep Maria company.
All afternoon maria kept sliding her foot partly out of her flat, but not enough for me to see her toes. Every time her foot slid out just as the spaces between her toes appeared her foot would go back in. She saw me looking but pretended not to.

When jessica left I laid on the floor in front of the coffee table to hide my hard on and to look under it and watch her feet safetly. I inched under it a little to get a better look. What are you doing under there? she said. Nothing i replied. She then stood up walked around the coffee table to where I was lying looked down at me and said " look john, I've seen you staring at my feet all afternoon I know you want to see them don't you? Hell no I said. "Oh no? She then put her foot right next to my head and said with a smirk " are you sure?" I got really nervous then she put her shoe on my chest and said if you ask me nicely I'll let you see.She sensed my nervousness and began to coax the truth out of me.I won't tell jessica don't worry. That's where I made my fatal mistake OK ok can I see your feet? She threw her head back and laughed out loud then just as quickly looked back down at me stared me in the eye and said"I knew you were a foot boy now get up on your knees and admit it" . I got up on my knees then she said "You wanna kiss my feet don't you? She slapped me hard three times and said ADMIT IT,SAY IT NOW! " OK it's true" She slapped me again and said" NO, SAY IT. SAY MARIA CAN I PLEASE KISS YOUR SWEATY FEET.She reared back to slap me again and I quickly said it. " maria may i please kiss your sweaty feet? She smiled and took her shoe off to reveal the most beautiful toes I had ever seen in my life.she had high arches thick toes and long toenails painted blue, as i bent down to kiss them she put them back in her shoe and said NO you haven't earned that right but you will footboy, you will.Laughing at me she sat back on the couch and said "fetch me some soda". Yes Maria came the reply."I knew it was a matter of time before I'd have you kissing my ass like everyone else. I also knew I'd find a footboy in this town sooner or later, but it's even sweeter to see mister big stuff who wouldn't respond to me on his knees begging to kiss my funky feet! Hurry up back here with my drink footboy.As i handed her the soda she said "move this" pointing to the coffee table. "Down boy".I knelt and she smiled wickedly She took both shoes off and watched the lust in my eyes. She crossed her legs at the ankle and said You want'em real bad don't you? "Please maria" I said."Shut up and get your stupid looking mug under there and no kissing just let me hear you sniffin'em.If i feel one kiss I'll tell jessica everything.I got my face under there like she said and she began pressing her oily dirty soles into my face, then she began to rub then vigorously and said "SNIFF HARDER". I could see a look of satisfaction on her face from between her toes,not a smile but a smirk that said she was where she wanted to be and that I was where I belonged.My face was covered with sweat when she removed her feet and saed "GET YOUR TONGUE OUT, ALL THE WAY OUT. My feet are hot sweaty and dirty and you're gonna lick'em 'till I see them shine footboy.

she then began to systematically clean her feet off on my tongue. When i began to gag she thumped my head on the floor and said "YOU'D BETTER APPRECIATE THE DIRT ON MY FEET BOY, THANK ME." Thank you maria I mumbled from under her stinky feet."Now lick between my toes and show me the toejam on your tongue. I obeyed. "EWWWW " she said " swallow it and keep going till all the spaces between my toes are clean! She delighted in making me show her the toejam on my tongue and thanking her for the priviledge.She said "wait a second" removing her foot to inspect the bottom "TONGUE OUT, the soles aren't cleaned completely theres still some dirt on the ball and around the heels". With a giggle she started wiping her feet on my tongue again and said "I won't tell your jessica your little secret and I we'll keep up appearances for now but you're gonna lick my feet EVERY DAY,GOT IT?" Thats until I decide to go public.She laughed heartily,continued the harsh foot wiping. I knew my life had changed ,and for the worst.

A Lesson Learned, a Fetish Awakened

A Lesson Learned, a Fetish Awakened

By Gapjaw


Ever since I was a young kid, I can remember having a peculiar interest in feet. This was really just female feet, but I found something intriguing about every pair of female feet. At five, six years old I would lay awake at night having thoughts about the feet belonging to my mom's friends, or even the moms of my schoolmates. I always thought about how interesting it would be to have them tease me with their feet. These thoughts weren't unprovoked, however.

My mom had liked teasing me with her bare feet when I was little. There was a general thought process that feet were gross and were the worst thing you could touch somebody with. Nevermind that burping, farting, and scratching were somehow socially acceptable. Sure, feet do have a rather unusual odor to them at times, but it can be an inviting odor, especially during a younger age when you are still exploring and learning.

So through several years of being subjected to my mom placing her bare feet on my head or my face, or just simple pokes at my body, I had grown a bit interested in feet. But, much like a bright student who does not awaken until later in life, my true affinity for feet did not awaken until I was somewhat older- with the aid of some rather unusual people, whom by coincidence, happened to be blood related.

As an only child with a single mother, I often had to be babysat. Typically, I was babysat by my cousins, all of whom were in junior high or high school at the time. I had two aunts, both of whom had married a pair of brothers who were less than stellar as husbands and fathers. When they left, my aunts combined their small families together as a way of making ends meet. Thus, all 6 of my cousins lived together, which for some of you, may be the ultimate nightmare of raising 6 girls.

They were almost like sisters to me because I saw them so often. When all our mothers would go out, the girls would babysit me and we'd play sports typically. They were very athletic and participated in sports all year round, dabbling in soccer, basketball, tennis, and field hockey. You know, sports that were hard on the feet, resulting in sweaty, dirty, smelly feet.

Being the youngest of the group at age 12, the oldest being 18, I was always teased and picked on. When I'd lose in sports, I would be moody and they would pick on me for it. They'd try and make me laugh by tickling me, but eventually they became fed up with my attitude. This resulted in punishment more severe than tickling, usually some roughousing, but it didn't take long for them to decide upon using their feet as weapons.

The first time it happened was during the summer. I was being babysat on a hot day during which the older girls had field hockey practice. I was being a bit of a pain to the three girls who were home to watch me, as I wanted to watch cartoons while they wanted to watch some programming with the stereotypical hot high school guy played by a 30 year old actor. So I pouted and slammed doors and yelled at them, and they put up with me as much as they could. The younger girls were not ready to assert their dominance over me as they were my superiors, but not ready to use their given power. The three older girls, however, would not tolerate my behavior, as was the case when they got home from practice that day.

The eldest three were Tiffany (18), Lauren (17), and Gina (17). Tall, athletic girls with long blonde hair and a tan complexion, partially from their fathers and partially from the teenage girl's desire to experiment with tanning. They were all just over six feet tall, except for Tiffany, who was 6'4. She was byfar the most athletic; she also had the biggest feet.

The three younger girls were Karen (16), Kelly (15), and Beth (13). They hadn't grown quite into the size of the elder three sisters, but they would with time. They were still tall for their age and still sporting larger feet than the other girls in their age brackets. They had yet to succumb to the teenage bitchiness the other three had become hooked on; but they were learning slowly.

When Tiffany, Lauren, and Gina had walked in the door, Karen, Kelly, and Beth all complained immediately about me. The girls were tired from practice and did not want to put up with the hassle I was dealing. They were already aggrivated and sore from a long day of practice and had not had the chance to even shower yet.

"Kyle! Get in here now!" Tiffany yelled. I sheepishly sulked into the living room, where the eldest 3 sat on the couch, noticeably exhausted and irritated. The younger 3 stood up with their arms folded across their chests, looking at me with disapproval. I could see they were tired, dirty, and not looking to deal with a brat after a long day in the sun. "Each time we look after you, you get worse and worse," Tiffany continued. "We're tired of trying everything and anything to put you in your place. I don't appreciate you thinking you can get away with more just because three of us were not here to enforce a stricter code of discipline."

I stood there uncertain of my fate, wondering if they would tell my mother or make me do ridiculous house chores. They had punished me several times over through various tedious tasks, but nothing had phased me. This time, however, Tiffany seemed to have a thought stuck in her head that she was ready to use.

"Maybe it's time you get the punishment we've given Beth every time she's been the young brat," she said, a smile forming on her face and the others. I looked at Beth who seemed a little uneasy but forced a smile, when suddenly Kelly and Karen each grabbed me from behind and held me in place. Surprised, I struggled to get out of their grip, not wanting to see what was about to happen. I watched in painful curiosity as Tiffany, Gina, and Lauren each put their feet up on the table with their sweaty socks still on, wiggling their toes in their socks and smiling.

"Maybe we should just let him be this time..." said Beth, who certainly seemed a little uneasy. "Come on sis, you know the rules- brats have to suffer when they won't learn, just like you eventually learned, right?" said Tiffany, still wearing an excited looking grin. The girls dropped me to my knees in front of the table and brought me forward, right in front of their feet. I could already smell their sweaty socks and I felt a slight bit of repulsion, but at the same time a new feeling of curiosity.

"Me first," declared Tiffany. Her feet came up to my face and pressed against my nose as the other girls instructed me to start sniffing. With no other way of breathing except for inhaling, I began to obey the orders and sniff her feet, scrunching up my nose and softly groaning. Her feet smelled terrible, but something inside of me felt lit up by this sensation. The more sniffs I took, the more I began to want to keep sniffing and see where it went. Tiffany moved her feet all over my face, caressing my cheek with her feet as she moved over and let Gina take her turn.

"If you don't sniff well enough, we're going to have to turn up the volume on you," Gina threatened. "So make sure you take big whiffs, or else!" Obeying the orders and not saying much of anything, I continued the sniffing with Gina's feet. She ran one sock over my mouth while keeping the other stuck under my nose. All the girls stayed around me, watching intently, not doing much talking aside from giving me orders. They seemed to find a certain fascination in this as well.

When it came time to smell Lauren's feet, she kicked off her socks. "I'll be the one who makes it tough on you," she said, smiling. "Make it good or else," she too threatened. I cringed a little as I felt my cousin's bare feet caress my face, her toes lightly running over my cheeks and pinching my nostrils closed. She put her toes in my nose and held my head closer by putting one foot behind my head. Forcibly, I sniffed inbetween each toe, and all I could smell was the odor of her pungent feet above my lips. Tiffany nodded at the younger girls to pull me back, but keep me on my knees.

"How was that? Learn your lesson yet? Beth learned hers this same way," said Tiffany, looking over at Beth who stared down at her own two feet. I turned my head and answered coldly "If you call that punishment, you've got another thing coming you slut." I didn't even know what slut meant, other than it was a word demeaning to girls. Tiffany's eyes grew wide with surprise, then narrowed with anger.

"But Beth didn't learn her lesson entirely until we made the punishment harsher, and you're going to find out how much worse it gets!"

The girls brought me forward again as Tiffany and Gina kicked off their socks as well. Both Tiffany and Gina had large feet, with big toes and soles. I loved the shape of their feet and their toes- like how some men will appreciate the curves on the body of a woman, I found this phenomena with their feet. Tiffany thrust her right foot in front of my face and issued the demand "Clean my foot with your mouth, every last part of it."

I began to protest, suddenly feeling like this was a little bit weird. Forced sniffing is one thing, but now having to put her soles, her toes, her heels, all of her foot, on my lips, in my mouth? She's my oldest cousin! She seemed to have no problems asking me to do this.

"Don't hesitate, cuz. Beth was very good at this and she learned very fast as a result. Maybe you will too." Beth remained very quiet the entire time, and it hit me that she must have gone through all this before, possibly in repeated sessions. My train of thought was interrupted when Tiffany's foot pressed against my lips as she barked "Get cleaning!" With not many other choices, I slowly began to kiss the bottom of her foot as she leaned back, looking relaxed, smiling. "I could sit here and do this all day, kid. It's like getting a massage for as long as I want, so if you want to get through this and not be tired, you'd better be good and fast about it."

Kissing her foot turned into licking her foot, licking inbetween each toe and eventually sucking each toe. Soemthing in me decided to put an effort into this, almost as if I was being graded and wanted to keep them happy. I began sucking on her big toe as though it were a popsicle, which seemed to please her more than one would think it should. "Now get the rest of my toes, just like that..." she said, moving her foot around for me to suck each toe. The taste of her feet in my mouth was different than I had expected a smelly foot to taste- it wasn't bad; rather it had a taste that was unique and inviting you to keep tasting it. I began to feel my desire, my intrigue for feet awaken again, thinking back to how my mom would tease me with her feet.

I would do the same for Tiffany's other foot, and eventually the same for Gina and Lauren as well. I could feel my penis bulging as a newfound lust excited me, but scared me at the same time. These were the feet of my cousins, but I wanted so badly to experiment with feet and taste them and play with them. As they held me in place to decide my fate, I licked my lips while looking down to savor the taste of their sweat and odor, while hoping they didn't notice the bulge in my pants. I was nervous and excited- I had never been this close to any girl before, let alone her feet.

"So, have you learned not to be a brat yet?" Tiffany asked. Curious to explore more of this while trying to tell myself it was okay, I thought carefully about my answer. Seemingly without hesitance, despite taking the time to think it over, I blurted out "Big footed slut!" Surprisingly, Tiffany smiled and spoke softly. "Gina, what time are our mothers coming home?"

"Not until tomorrow," she said, also picking up a big smile full of mischief. Tiffany, Gina, and Lauren all slowly nodded in silent agreement, as Tiffany stood up and began to speak. "Bring him into my room and tie him down to the bed, girls." Looking at Karen, Kelly, and Beth, she said "Make sure you three come in with no shoes or socks on, because we're going to need your help too."

Turning to me, she smiled sweetly and said "When there's a big, sweaty, smelly foot in your mouth, no one can hear you call for help, little man."

The girls dragged me down the hallway and into her room as I watched Tiffany take Beth by her arm and pull her along. Gina and Lauren looked excited. Karen and Kelly seemed flustered, rushing me to the room, as though they could not wait for the next punishment.

As for me- well, this was going to be a long day and night, and the first of many.

Forced to Worship Feet



Forced to Worship Feet 

By Author Unknown

One time, where i was at my cousins house, me, my 2 female cousins, and my sister, all sitting on the couch, watching tv, and talking. I was only there, because we were staying together for the weekend, because our parents and their parents went on vacation together. I didn't want to stay with them, i have bad relations with all of them, i was never close, or even able to talk to any of them. Even though they are my sister and cousins, i hate all of them, and they hate me. But since i was sitting there, we all made small talk with each other, just to berid of the awkwardness i guess. I was 16, my sister is 19, my cousins are 20 and 22. We were actually getting along pretty well, we were playing around, me and my sister were playing around, i was freezing, i put my arms in my sweater, and she forcefully grabbed my and tied the arms of my sweater together behind my back so i couldnt get out. But both my arms were halfway into the sleeve so i couldnt get it out, and it really, really hurt having them bent at that angle. I was begging for someone to untie the sweater , i had no arms, i couldn't do anything about anything.

They started messing around with me, taking advantage of the situation. They were lightly slappin me in the face and such, until i threw myself to the ground, but i didnt get far, i was sitting in the middle of the couch and the table was right in front of it, so i landed on my back between the couch and the table, beside all of their legs. I was now lying on the floor by their legs, and unable to get up, unable to move. I was still begging them to untie me, until my cousin says "what are you willing to do for it" I was outraged!!! I cocked back at her "What do you mean?!?!?! You guys tied me up in the first place now i have to be your slave to be untied?!?!" So my cousin says to me, well i wasnt thinking about making you are slave, but now that you suggested it, sure why not. Until the damn morons realized i can't be their slave, i had no arms, and i couldnt get up. So they all tried to work something out. My face was beside my younger cousins legs, she was looking down on me, and said "so you can't move at all?" and I remarked back in anger "OBVIOUSLY NOT!!" But she didn't care at all. She was just over me, staring at me, wondering what she could do. Until suddenly, she put a slight grin on her face, looked me in the eye, i looker her in the eye, she lifted up her socked foot, and planted it, right on my face. I was lying on the floor, disgusted out of my mind, with my cousins foot cupped right over my nose. I tried to move, but couldn't, i kept moving my head side to side, screaming for her to get the hell outta here. She said to me "there's no chance in hell you're getting out of here freely, so you better just lie there and enjoy, you'll be there for a while. You sit there and be a good boy, and i'll let you go." Not only was it disgusting, i was losing my last ounces of dignity, slooowwwlllyyy. I was way too tired and in pain to keep going, so i stopped moving my head around, and just let her foot stay on my face, right over my nose. She took it off, and looked down at me again, "you gunna lie there like a good little boy?" she asked. I didn't reply. "good," she said. She sat back, and placed both of her feet right on my face again. I really didn't know how long i was there for, but when she started, they started watching the show "everybody loves raymond" and when she took off her feet it was just about over, so i guess i was down there for about half an hour. She asked how her feet smelled, and I still refused to reply. She said "oh, so you're not gonna tell me how my feet smell huh?, maybe you can tell me how it tastes. She then looked at me and told me to open my mouth. I refused to do such a thing! , put those nasty little toes in my mouth, taste her feet. She said "do you want to get out of here or not"? i lied there for a while, deciding what i should do. I figured they couldnt taste that bad, and i opened my mouth. She, my sister, and my other cousin laughed, and watched closely, to see my cousin take off her sock, and place her big toe, right into my mouth. I really didnt know if she wanted me to do anything with it, until she yelled down at me, "SUCK!!" I was appalled. But seeing as how her toe was already in my mouth, i sucked on that awful tasting little bugger, i wanted to get out, i sucked for my life. She was laughing, stating on how it tickles, and made me suck all 5 of her toes.
She was rubbing it in so bad to me, "haa haa, you smelled my feeeeeet, AND sucked my toes, ha ha!" And since she said it tickled so much, and felt really good, my other cousin and my sister wanted a shot at it. I was not up to this, but they told me how i wasnt getting out until they were fully satisfied, and i could be there all weekend if they wanted, so my older cousin switched spots with my younger cousin, and made me suck all 10 of her toes, which tasted a little better than my other cousins, but double the amount. Once i had finished with her, my sister wanted a shot, and the superbitch that she is, made me suck all 10 of her toes, and once i finished that, she said "why are you stopping, come on doggy, lick my feet" I looked at her, suprised, for a good 20 seconds i lied there, trying to think what i could do, but once again, she told me how i wasnt going anywhere, and she placed her feet right over my mouth, waiting for me to lick it. " I dont have all weekend...........oh wait, yes i do" she said, and then laughed with my cousins. I finally stuck out my tongue, and started licking her god awful feet. But the more i licked, the more i realized, they weren't godawful, and then so on, until i realized, i was actually enjoying this. Which they realized, when my younger cousin turned to me and said "you're enjoying this a little too much there arent you?" I was really going at it, doing all i could and trying to get in the best positions to lick every possible area of her feet. And once i finished, i just kept going over and over again, not giving my saliva any time to dry. My sister made me stop, and wiped my saliva off her feet on my face. And my younger cousin, who had started this whole thing, came to me, and offered me her feet. But this time, i wanted to, and now that i look back at it, i didnt hate the taste of her feet, it was all mental, in my head, on how digusting i thought it would be, and ashamed of myself. But i wasnt ashamed of myself now, i was going at it even harder, sucking her toes, licking in between her toes, and licking her entire feet, starting from the top, going down to the soles, to the ball of her foot, then with the other. After i had fulfilled their satisfaction, my sister looked down at me and said "would you like to be untied now doggy?" And to my shock, and theirs, i really didnt, and they knew it, my sister said "noooo, you dont want to do you doggy, you want to stay there and smell our feet, and kiss them and lick them, and suck our toes, all weekend dont you. I did make them untie me, only because i couldnt sit through that pain in my arm any longer, but i still did lie there all weekend, just having them watch tv, or talk, and just me lie there and smell, kiss, and lick their feet, and suck their toes. I did everything they asked me to do, and played games, they would smash food with their feet and make me eat it, and play games such as whos feet smelled better, and trivia, and when i got it right i got to suck a toe, one by one, 30 toes, 6 feet, all for me. They would often try things such as putting on their socks, or pantyhose, just to change it up a little. Until the weekend was over, and we all swore not ever to tell anybody, and I hoped we could all do it again one time. After that, our relationship with each other did improve. So now............just wait for next time.

My Girlfriend Christina

My Girlfriend Christina

By lovelystinkyfeet
I am going out with this girl named Christina. She is blonde about 5"6 and has beautiful body shape. She is on our college's soccer team, and she likes to play it so much. I do love her feet but not when they are very stinky and sweaty. I feel so lucky and excited because she's my first girlfriend, she's really sweet but sometimes she just become very bossy. Otherwise our relationship is going great and it's been about 2 month now.

One day, she's having this soccer game and she told me that their opponent is going to be tough. She asked me to give her a ride because she doesn't feel like driving that day. So I picked her up on time at 5:00 pm, as I arrived at her apartment and I went in (we both have each other's room key). She was still packing up for the soccer game, and so I waited. At last, she picked up her musty, and super worn cleats at the door, and I noticed there's a pair of very worn socks stuffed inside it. I could see that the pair of white socks were turning yellow and seems very crusty. Instantly I was like "ewww... don't you ever change your socks Chrissy?" She just ignored me and kissed me on the cheek, "it's okay honey, don't worry about it." Then she just stuff the shoes and her So we went out and had some fast food and go straight to the stadium. We kissed before she goes into the locker room and I wished her luck. Then I went back out to join all the fans since it's a home game. When all the soccer girls come out, I saw Chrissy with her musty socks on, and began to warm up with the other girls. Then the game begins and I'll skip that part (i know yall care more about what happens next ). At the end it turns out that we beated them. So I went back to the locker room and waited for Chrissy and she came out all sweaty. It's already about 9. "Well done!!" as I patted her, "Thanx, go to my apartment tonight! Will you?" She replied. So we went back to her apartment.

After we arrived at her apt., she just collapsed onto the sofa. Suddenly she asked:"will you give me a foot message hun?" I was stuned, but I couldn't refuse since I tried to be nice to my girlfriend. "mm... sure, anything for you babe" Then she's like "don't worry, you'll get something in return! " So I kneeled down in front of her and began to take off her cleats. The instance when they were off, the first thing I noticed is the smell. They smell HORRIBLE!! SMELL LIKE CHEESE AND VINEGAR MIXED WITH HER SWEATS! I almost passed out. She just laughed at the way I reacted to it.
-"hahaha... don't you love me hun?"
-"Yes I do, chrissy!"
-"Then you need to love everything that's on me, including my body odor!" Her tone changed; I dont' know what happened to her but she definitely becomes very bossy.
-"I ... I do love you ... it it's just that they smell so ..."
-"SHUT UP! YOU LOVE ME AND YOU LOVE ME IN EVERYTHING THAT'S FINAL! NOW TAKE OFF MY SOCKS AND SMELL THEM!"
I couldn't refuse so I took them off. I was so stuned that moment because she had never been like that before. Then two perfect sweaty soles from soccer stand in front of me. She began to rub them all over my face. And I can't do anything but inhaling in these stinky and super super smelly odor. I was really going to pass out. Imagine her feet after soccer without washing her socks for one WHOLE week! "Smell them real good ... " so I took another whiff of her stinky feet. Next she moved her 5 little toes onto my nose. "Now smell these little cute toes of mine. Aren't they just cute?! HUH?" "Yes they are .." I noticed she pinked her toes purple blackish, and what impressed me is that there are so much toejams in between her toes. She slowly stick my nose in between her big toe and second toe. "Snifffff.." So I took on sniff and there I wrinkled my nose. Now I almost became immune to the stink of her feet. Then she began to stick her hands inside her soccer pants and began to masturbate. I couldn't believe what she's doing, you know it's my first time to see girls do this. And now I don't seem to notice the smell anymore and she just keep rubbing my face with her feet and keeps in the same motion and each single one becomes more violent. I realized she's almost there. She keeps fingering herself until she camed. Then she took her feet off my face and I finally took one fresh air into my lungs.

-"Did you enjoy it?" She asked.
-"Yeahh." I replied even though I almost died by her foot odor.
-"Yea me 2." she continued. "I promised you to give you something back hun. And I won't break my promise. Stand up."

So I standed up and I have no clue what's coming. This time she kneeled down in front of me and she opened up my pants. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" I was in a panic because I have never done it before. "Do you want a blowjob hun?" Then she smiled at me and I just shut up because I dont' know what to do. She slowly took out my soft cock, and suddenly blood rushed through and my cock become erected. "WOW! It's like almost about 8 inches!" I just brushed. Then she putted her lips onto the tip of my meat. She took a sniff at my cock, and she wrinkled her nose too! I couldn't do anything but stand there and watch my lovely girlfriend become naughty. She took it in like half way then she slided it out. She said:"pick up one of my socks and stuff it in your mouth. I want your to taste me while I suck on your dick." I didn't know what to do, so I did what she said and half of the socks were like out of my mouth since it's her soccer knee high socks. It tasted very salty and I can still smell the ankle part of her socks. Then she standed up and pick up the other sock and she putted her toe end part of the sock on my nose and began to wrap it around my head and tied a knot behind my head. She tied it very tight so I have to smell her stinky sock again. Then she got down and went back to business. She sucks it and deepthroated it. It feels so GOOD. And I almost cummed before she took it out. "How does it feel hun? Want more?" She asked. I just mumbled since her sweaty sock is in my mouth. I began to like it. As a matter of fact I love it so much! Next she began to suck it all up and I almost gagged her with it. After only a few seconds, I couldn't hold on anymore and I began to release my white furry into her mouth. I cummed so much it all began to ooze out of the corner of her mouth. After I was done shooting my stuff, she opened up her mouth and showed me all my sperm and next she swallowed them all up. "Thanx for your sperms tonight hun!" She said it as she licked her lips. Then she began to untie her socks from my face. As I breathed in, I still smell the stink from the toe end of her sock. She handed me the socks. "Keep these, they are so worn and they are full of the smell of my stinky soccer feet. Remember me everytime you saw them." So I took these two nasty things, and thanked her for the blowjob. "Can we do this tomorrow night?" I asked her. "not tomorrow. Sometime next week when you have some more sperm. Next time I'll let you give a facial ." She smiled, and I smiled too. We kissed each other and I tasted my own sperm on her tongue. That night is the best night I ever had.

Mom's Friend

Mom's Friend

by Footboy

Anyway it started years ago my moms friend mary was 43. My mom and i were over at her house and my mom ask if mary would take me for the night. She said yes i would be more then happy to. O my god i did not know what i was up for. After my mom left we were watching tv and she ask if i knew how to give foot rubs. I said yes and she smiled. Then she quickly put her feet and my lap and said please i have had the worse day and i am offering my house to you. I said ok sure i will rub your feet. So i put my hands around her bare rough feet and began to massage them. She just said WOW that is great and it made me feel really weird. Then she asked me if her feet were sweaty and i said yes very very sweaty. And she said well do they stink. I answered i dont know. Then she planted both feet in my face. God they smelled she just laughed harder and harder. So as i sat there smelling this womens feet. Then for some reason i dont know why at the time my little cock started to get hard. I was so scared she would get mad and tell my mom. When she saw it she said well you like my feet i see well good i hoped you would. Then she placed one of her feet on my cock the other on my face. This hole time she just watched tv and told me to stay still. She then yelled if you so much as move i will tell your mom you got hard rubbing my feet. I knew i could not have that my mom would yell hard core at me. So i did as i was told. Then she told me to pull down my pants. I shouted no way. Well i guess your mom will learn something new. I then droped me pants and underware. She once again laughed and said man i cant believe you got stiff from smelling my feet this is great. She then asked if i knew how to masterbate. I said no i dont know what that is. Then for 10 minutes she showed me how. Once i kinda learned she told me to lay down on the floor face up. So i did she then took a worn shoe and put over my face. Then she yelled for me to smell. I did god it was bad it smelled like old old old cheese. It burned my nose. Then she told me to do what she tought me (masterbate). I did as i was told. After smelling her old shoes, socks, and licking her feet clean i cumed a little. She just said wow that was fun. Well i guess i know what we're doing everytime you come over!!!! I just stood there takeing in everything that happened. I would learn to love female feet and i still do.



She loves been in Control

She loves been in Control
by author unknown

Me and my girlfriend Laura had a normal relationship. Well, sort of. I was 16 when we first started going out. I had very little experience with girls, but I was head over heels in love despite that. I had dated before, but it was usually some puppy love sort of thing, and I could never really think of my different girlfriends sexually at all.

Laura was different. I was totally into being dominated by a woman, even at my young age. Nothing too extreme, just you know, being “whipped” as pop culture puts it. Laura was totally into this. During our first few conversations, I dropped hints that I like a woman in control. She had no problems with this. “I love being in control,” she would tell me. For the first time, I was both mentally and physically attracted to a girl.
It wasn’t a normal relationship in the beginning, really. She was convinced I had to prove myself to win her heart or something to that effect. So, yeah, I was pretty much her slave, but not in so many words. I would come over and pretty much do stuff for her – massage her, clean her room, whatever. One time we were riding on the school bus, and I had my discman headphones around my neck. As a joke, she grabbed the other end of the cord, and yanked on it like a leash. Later, when I asked her about it, she again said, “I love being in control.”
The little subliminal messages would continue. One time at her house, she threw something on the floor, and said, “pick it up, little slave.” Every time I completed a task for her, she would give me a “good boy.” If I did something bad, she even said “I’m gonna have to punish you” (although she never did at the time). And then one night we were sitting on her bed, and she put her feet in my face. Now, this was getting good. And out of nowhere, she’s says “John, kiss my feet.” I decided to play dumb, and say “why?” Then in her commanding tone, she says “Just do it. Kiss my heel.” ::kiss:: “Now kiss the ball of my foot.” ::kiss:: “Now kiss my toes.” ::kiss::. I repeated on the next foot, and I was in heaven.
I would never go on to tell her that I loved this and/or loved being dominated. But, it would get much better in the following months.

Part II

So where were we. Oh yeah, I had just kissed my girlfriend’s feet for the first time. The immediate months after this were pretty plain. It was just normal boyfriend/girlfriend stuff all the way through. Until all of a sudden, she just started acting plain bitchy 24/7.
One night at her house, we were sitting on her couch. She was being a bitch and ignoring me, even telling me to go home. I didn’t really wanna leave on bad terms and I was horny, so I persisted. Then all of a sudden, she places her bare feet in front of my face again. “Kiss my feet if you want to stay.” I was being rebellious, so I pretty much told her no, as a way to play hard to get. “What, you don’t like kissing my feet? All my other boyfriends did.”
Ooh, low blow. Now I was pissed. She didn’t really go into details about that, but she did tell me about one guy who used to bow down to her. “Why would someone do that,” I asked. “He thought I was a goddess,” she responded. Wow, this was cool. To be more of a bitch, she started talking about how she would leave me for a more devoted guy and all that stuff. Before I knew it, she had her bare feet in my face again and said this: “you better kiss my feet or someone else will.” I was all over that. Soles, tops, toes. She was actually directing her feet so I would kiss in the places she wanted. It was fucking cool.
Fun night, but before long, we were fighting again. We were really having a good argument. I forget over what. After a while, it got out of control. Out pure desperation and being a littler horny I said, “I’m sorry Laura. I know you don’t believe me, but I’ll prove it to you. How about I be your complete slave until you feel I’m worthy enough to be your boyfriend again?” She loved this, and jumped at the chance.
Wow, John. I don’t know what to say.”
What? You don’t want a slave?”
Well, of course I would.”
Haha, why?”
Because he would wait on me hand and foot.”
Wowww. I was in fuckin heaven. We did this slight little mistress/slave thing, but nothing ever really crazy. One time she grabbed my dick and said “This is my dick. I can do whatever I want with it. It’s my property.” That was cool. But being her slave really only came into play when we got into arguments. “John, you’re my slave. You have to do as I say” is what she would say if I didn’t want to do something. I remember one time in bed I got the best line. She wanted me to do some annoying chore or something the next day, and I really didn’t want to. I said “no” and she said “oh, I see. You’re making a choice. Well, slaves don’t make choices. They’re property of their master. And in this case, I’m the master.”
These little conversations were a lot of fun. We even had a contract that she would bring up every time I argued with her. But this was nothing. After our breakup, things got crazy…

Part III

Yeah, it was a harsh break up. I hated her, and she was not too fond of me neither. We still had arguments, but now I was fighting back and pretty much tossing the whole slave thing out of the window. Whatever, I hated her and wanted to move on. Unfortunately, that wouldn’t happen.
See, I have this problem. Some of you probably do too. Whenever I talk online, I always find myself flirting with girls about the possibility of me being their slave or whatever. You know, stuff like that. Well one night, Laura’s little sister, Amy, was the only one online. I flirted, but very carefully. She was talking about being in a band, and I told her I’d be her manager. I made all these promises. Then, of course, in my usual manner I asked her what would happen if I didn’t fulfill these promises. And damn, sisters do think alike.
You’ll be demoted to my butler.”
Damn, what could suck more than that?”
I dunno. You could be the guy who wipes my ass.”
What’s his job title?”
Umm.. Slave?” I went no further. I was being careful. I didn’t make any crazy offers to her. Just over time, I would ask her a few more questions about what she would do with a slave whenever the conversation would get boring. It seemed harmless. So basically, she would be addressed as “Queen Amy,” have a few slaves here and there, and they would do anything to her. When they bowed down before her, they would do it “gracefully.” After she said this, I went for the kill.
Would they have to do anything after they bowed down gracefully?”
Kiss my feet.”
Why?”
To show they know their place below me.”
Wow. Holy shit. I had to be careful. And I was. You see, I was the queen’s “knight.” You know, just a little inside joke. Until one faithful day. I was giving her a ride home from school. It was a hot day. As a joke, she took one of my CDs that was lying around and started fanning me. Then she said, “wait, you should be doing this for me. I’m the queen.” Wow. I did it, and got a “good boy.” I thought that was it.
Then she asked me if I could give her a ride somewhere later on. I said yes, of course. But, I had a habit of falling asleep or not showing up when I was supposed to give someone a ride. Amy knew this, so she said, “John, seriously, right now you have a respectable position. You’re a knight. But if you forget this, I’ll make you the person who licks my shoes.” Holy fuckin shit. I re-evaluated my options. I wanted to “forget” really badly, but I didn’t want to get in over my head. So, I took the easy way out. I assured her I would pick her up later by offering to be her complete slave right there out of respect or whatever. She agreed (!!!), but told me I had to prove my loyalty by bowing down to her right there. I did. Sure, I wanted to go to the next step, but reality was hitting me hard, so I got up.
I had such a bittersweet feeling. Jesus, everything that happened was so cool, but with just one conversation between the two sisters, I could be totally fucked. I tried to hold back from there, but one night I couldn’t take it anymore. I IMed Amy, saying “I bow down before the queen.” Little did I know this was Laura on her little sister’s screen name. Oh shit.
And all of a sudden, I’m having a flashback of one time when Laura caught me staring at Amy the wrong way. “If you ever do anything with my sister, I will ruin your life.” Well, here I was with some bad evidence against me. What happens next…
To Be Continued.

SERVING MOTHER-IN-LAW'S FEET

SERVING MOTHER-IN-LAW'S FEET
by alien_ov


Ever since my marriage I spend lots of time at my mother-in-law's
feet. She just started treating me as her personal slave and my wife
is most displeased if I don't obey her. One night Julie, that's my
wife Megan's mother, came over for dinner and after we ate we were
relaxing in the family room talking.

"My feet are so tired," Julie complained, rotating her sneakered feet
at the ankles. "Darling, be a dear and have your husband give me a
foot massage," she joked, touching my wife's hand conspiratorially.

"He'd be happy to," my wife stated, putting a hand on her hip. "And
when he's done rubbing your feet, mother, I believe that I'm overdue a
foot massage as well." I smiled weakly but the way both women eyed me
smugly let me know I was outnumbered. I shrugged my shoulders, but
even as I mumbled a half-hearted protest I was already taking a seat
on the carpet, cross-legged in front of the end of the couch where
Julie sat. She smiled triumphantly and daintily moved both of her
feet, covered in socks and well-worn canvas sneakers, into my lap
where they rested against my thigh.

I just stared down at her sneakered feet for several seconds in
fascination, taken off-guard by this turn of events. My mother-in-law
broke the silence by clearing her throat, wiggling her feet
expectantly. I took her left foot in hand and unlaced the dirty
canvas sneaker. There was a powerfully pungent, moist stinky smell
that filled my nose as I peeled the sweaty shoe from her socked foot;
the socks looked well-worn with visible moisture stains covering the
sole. Wrinkles appeared and then vanished as Julie flexed her
newly-unshod foot with a pleasurable sigh.

Julie had me massage her sweaty bare feet for about half an hour
before lifting her feet from my hands. "Time to go tend to your
wife's feet," she announced with a smile. My wife had a great big
smug grin on her face as I slid over to the other end of the couch,
accepting her nylonned feet as she slid them out of the terrycloth
slippers she usually wore around the house. She moaned
absent-mindedly with appreciation as I kneaded her stockinged soles,
which were noticably moist and sweetly pungent from being worn all
day.

"I could get used to this," my wife remarked to her mother with a
laugh. "A nice foot rub hits the spot after a long day of running
around."

"We should make this a regular ritual," Julie suggested,
half-kidding. "I'll bring a bottle of wine, we can all take turns
cooking dinner, and then after dinner, good conversation and foot
rubs.

"And next time," she lectured, directly addressing me for the first
time, "make sure you have some foot lotion on hand. My feet get very
dry, and if you're going to massage them, you might as well
moisturize." Julie's tone of voice was such that she could have been
joking, but all the same I found myself in the drugstore the next
afternoon, purchasing a bottle of foot lotion just to keep on hand.

It turned out my preparations were not in vain. When I returned home
that evening my wife greeted me with the news that her mother was
dropping by for dinner so I shouldn't make any plans. Megan set me to
work tidying up while she cooked dinner until Julie arrived twenty
minutes later. The three of us had a pleasant meal, then afterwards
retired to the family room to continue a conversation about current
events. My wife interrupted to ask if anyone would like coffee.

"That would be lovely," Julie agreed. "And what *else* I'd like is a
nice relaxing foot massage while I drink it." Julie pointed the toes
of her low-heeled black leather pumps and looked at them expectantly.
As strange and unprecedented as all of this seemed, I nonetheless
found myself sitting cross-legged on the floor and helping my
mother-in-law off with her fashionable pumps. She wore beige
reinforced-toe nylons over her bare feet, which were visibly sweaty
and had a sweetly rank aroma.

"Mmm, I'll bet my feet are all stinky," Julie laughed, holding up her
nylonned footsole to my face for closer inspection. The nylon soles
were visibly dusty and grimy, and they DID stink, no question about it
-- but I found the sweet smell strangely hypnotic, found myself
focusing my attention fully on her bony, mature nylonned feet as I
gently stroked her long bony toes and kneaded her wrinkled soles and
arches with my thumbs.

"You can take off my stockings, dear," she instructed sometime later
-- Megan had returned with coffee for the two of them, and my
attention to the foot massage was such that I had lost track of their
conversation. I blushed slightly as I pulled myself from my reverie.
"They're knee-highs," Julie explained, rolling up her pants leg and
instructing me to roll the stocking off of each pale, bare, smooth
calf. She had beautiful soft skin for a woman well in her 50s, and
her hint of a smile suggested that she was enjoying my half-concealed
excitement at performing this chore. Julie had me deposit the
rolled-up nylons inside her pumps.

"Would you like me to rub some lotion on your feet?" I volunteered,
surprising myself a bit with my eagerness.

"Well of course," Julie answered, as if the question even needed a
response. My wife watched in bemused disbelief from the other end of
the couch as I went to fetch a bottle of aloe foot lotion and
dutifully, contentedly massaged my mother-in-law's bare feet.

I really enjoyed the feel of the lotion as I stroked it into Julie's
soft, shapely feet, and found myself leaning down to breathe in the
warm sweet mixed smell of the mildly-perfumed lotion mixed with my
mother-in-law's strong musty foot odor. I rubbed both feet thoroughly
top and bottom for a long time until my wife announced it was time for
her feet to be massaged -- I dutifully slipped off her stinky slippers
and nylons, and gave her feet a long, careful pampering and massage
with the lotion. I wasn't even phased when Megan ended the massage by
leaning back, lifting her feet so her sweet wrinkled soles were cupped
together in front of my face, and telling me to kiss her feet. I did
so happily, loving the scent of her soft feet and the feel of her
wrinkled soles and heels against my lips. It probably goes without
saying that I was only too happy to kiss my mother-in-law's feet as
well.

Ever since then that's been the after-dinner ritual pretty much every
night. Only difference is I'm the one who cooks and serves dinner and
I have to bow down and kiss and smell both womens' feet whenever they
want -- which is a LOT -- that's the very first thing I do when I wake
up in the morning, and how I greet my wife and mother-in-law whenever
they enter or leave the house. Whenever I displease or disobey my
wife, I have to apologize to both her and her mother down on my knees,
licking the dirty bottoms of both womens' shoes until they are
satisfied I've learned my lesson.

I am a footslave to my wife and my mother-in-law and couldn't be
happier. I worship both women and love to smell and kiss and pamper
their beautiful sweaty feet. I give them lots of foot massages and
pedicures and shine all their shoes and hand-wash their stinky socks
and stockings, but mostly I kiss and serve their feet to demonstrate
my submission to their power, my place as a slave to their feet.



The Lost Bet

The Lost Bet
by
author unknown

This is the story of how I lost a bet to my cousin, and had to worship her feet...

It all started one night when my parents went out with my cousins parents. My cousin is 22 year old female, and lives down the street from me. We were both home alone that night, but at our own houses. As i was just lying on the couch, the phone rang, and it was my cousin, saying that she was home alone and had heard something in the basement, and was scared, so I told her to come over here until our parents came home. She arrived at my house, and we didn't really have anything to do. We watched tv a bit, and then decided to play some video games. We played a car racing game, my specialty, and she was not very good. I was a bit too cocky about it, and i picked the worst car there was, and gave her the best one. She realized my cockiness, and was quite sure of herself also, so asked if we wanted to bet on it. I was completely assure I would win, so i picked something extremely out of the open, i dont even know how i thought of this, but i told her that i would kiss her feet if i lost. She agreed to this bet, and suprise suprise, i lost. I was in shock, i wasnt prepared to kiss my cousins feet. I had never kissed anybodys feet before. She put her feet up on the table and said "get smooching". I looked at them in disgust, i was already sitting on the floor, i slowly walked up to them anticipating the kiss. I came 2 inches away from her feet, looked into her black socks, there was a small hole in the sole i mind you. I asked her if she wanted it sock on or sock off, and she took off her sock. She was spreading her toes, trying to tease me. She then said to me "you can take a whiff is you want, try to get prepared for the taste".
As she spread open her toes, i stuck my nose in between them, and took a whiff. The only thing i could hear was her whining, she was a foot hater, i knew she would be disgusted by it. With my nose still in her toes, i licked my lips, puckered up, and kissed, her smelly, stinky feet. I looked at her, with her still face looking into my eyes, and i looked into her foot, and wondered why i, was still smelling, and still kissing her feet. I licked my lips again, and intook the taste and realized, i had loved it. I dont know why, but i had. They were the greatest thing i had ever put in my mouth, and i wanted more. At that point, i was stuck, i knew i had to get more. She was disgusted by the kiss and laughed at me and said "how disgusting was it". I said to her, i bet it was more disgusting for you than it was for me", and she said " i bet it wasnt" This was my chance, i said to her, i bet i could make you give up in kissing your feet before i do, and she accepted the challenge, thinking that i didnt enjoy kissing, and smelling her feet. I took her feet into my hands, kissed them again, and sucked her big toe. OH...........MY.........GOD........i savoured the amazing taste, for there would be nothing better. I moved on from toe to toe, until i had realized, there could have been better, when i took my tongue and slid it up her entire foot, until both her entire feet were covered with my saliva, and then i looked into her face, and her face was scrunched up, i knew then that she could no longer take me licking her feet or sucking her toes. Until she looked at me, and i looked at her, and stuck out my tongue as much as i could, moved it closer to her foot, and slid it up all along it, and in between her toes, until finally, she screamed " i give up i give up" and i had won. As much as i enjoyed winning i didnt want it to end, but it had, and i knew, that someday, i shall worship her feet again, if it's the last thing i do............. (well not the last thing i do, but still, i want to)..... --

nite at the police station

nite at the police station

by cameryxle 
I was a priest at the local church doing confessions lighting candles and enjoying the clear evening outside. When all the sudden a young man running like he was running for his life ran into the church went on his knees begging me to hide him. He said the police were after him. The two police that were after him were on the take from the local gang and he was cirtain they were going to take him back to the gangleader if they caught him.

I decided to help him out. I hid him in the confessional until the cops go there. They questioned me if I'd seen the young man and I said no. They tried to tell me how bad a person the young man was but I tried to lie and said I know nothing about where he was at. The cops looked at me supicously and left.

I later called a cab and sent the young man away. Thankful everything was back to normal I went back into the parsonage to go to bed.

It was early in the morning and all the sudden I saw a bright light in my face and felt a hard blow to my face ...it was lights out.

I awoke and found myself tied to a chair in front of a desk. two cops approached me and started to ask me some questions about the young man and some of the things he supposedly did.

I knew were I sent the cab and in general i had a good idea where to find him but i refused to answere there questions.
They said they new all about my life before I became a priest. How I was areasted for assaulting a girl by stealing her shoes. How the court sintenced me to 2 years of rehab for my footfetish. That since I got out I cleaned up, no further arrests and I became a priest turning to God and all. But he said like a reformed junkie im sure it doesnt take long to get hooked again.

A person in your position couldnt afford to fall back to old addictions. Then both the cops laughed. They asked me the questions again. when I refused to answere, they said "fine" have it your way. Hmm I wonder if footfetish is like a heroin addiction you can get treatment, not be involved for years but there is always the addict right below the surface.

He said I am only going to ask you one more time. Where did he go? I said I am bound by the church to provide refuge I won't tell you. He said well...thats to bad Father I guess we will have to try a experament and see if we can loosen your toung hehe.

The cops walked out of the light and I could here some wispers. I heard a giggle from what seemed to be a couple females but I wasn't sure. then all the sudden two street walkers approached me. One (a 20ish girl with long blond hair with crystal blue eyes and a smirk on her face) walked over to the desk in front of me sat up on the desk and smiled, undoing the band around her heal and sensually dangling her black heel from her toes, crossing them and bouncing them tword me.

The other girl was a latan Salma Hyak look about her with a deep spanish accent. she pulled a chair facing me on my right and dangled her shoe also like the first. The blond told me that until she got into drugs she was a psychiatrist and she knew about the treatment I got and knew just how to screw it up laughing to her self.

I began to shake telling them to please let me go I am a priest. I had nothing to tell them.

The brunett quitly moved her chair behind me I heard a clop...clop sound. the latino woman behind me with the deep accet said...our boss wants some questions answered, if you help us...we let you go. If you don't we will do such a mind f&* to you that you will be a drooling madman back on the road to perversion. I kinda hope you don't answere it i never did trust or like you judgmental priests.

The blond said im only going to ask you one more time if I don't get the answere I want then we will do a little treatment reversal and by the time we are done you you will be chasing women down the streat trying to kiss there shoes and before you know
it you will lose you pitty little church and faith and trade it for a hehe footfetish fix.

I shoke my head saying "may God have mercy upon your soul". The blond said fine, have it your way. The brunett hoisted her feet up on my shoulders. The back of her soft sensual feet were staring me right in the face.

The brunette said see my feet father, don't you want ot kiss them hugg them...lick them? watch my toes move and dance she giggled as the treatment bagan. the blond reached down and unbuckled my pants and pulled them down to my ankles then she took her shoe off and tied it to my face. I could smell the intoxicating smell of the leather mixed with her foot sweat. I tried not to get hard I knew what she was trying to do and I promised in a small prayer to fight it. The blond started to rub my little head as the the brunette was teasing my big one. The blond would jerk me harder and faster then stop as a wet spot formed on my shorts. She would wait until i lost errection and then do it all over again. THe brunette was sensually talking to me about how her feet could use a tong bath and that I would be the perfect one to give it. as the blond was teasing and denying me she would ask the questions over and over again. I continued to fight it but felt myself getting weaker and weaker as the old pashons i fought so hard to contain and bound through psych treatmant began to awake.

The blond says in a way I'm glad your challenging us like this it will be interesting to see what a priest on his knees begging to lick a womens feet will look like heh.

At this she reached over and wispered time to take it to the next level of your "untherapy" we have a lot to do to undo all that hard work and theripy youve been through and we are just the ones to do it heh.

My face was now exposed. the women traded places and the latino women pulled my shorts down grabed some lotion the lotion feet and started to jerk me. The blond keept on chanting feet...smell my soft smooth beutiful feet. She stoped for a sec in her chants and wispered.."see the first step in sexual adiction is to have the little head identlify sexual pleasure as coming from feet. The lips if carresed and the nose if carressed mixed with her small tainty peretty, soft smooth feet carresing you little head will eventually get your big head in the game. Before long and not to long you will be your good old self again hehe.

So the night seem to go on forever as they sexually teased me. before long my toung begane to chase the blonds feet. to feed the fire the blond would move her feet just out of range when i relaxed my head back she would move them back and tease my face all over again.

I had to have had a huge puddle of precum on the floor by now as i was constantly being tease and denied be the mean latino women in front of me. She keept looking in my eyes and smiled as i decended into addiction. She laughed lightly every so often as i chased the blonds feet with my toung.

After hours of this I started to cry saying please stop I dont want to go back to my old life...please... They said well, tell us what we need to know and we will stop. I finally did. The two cops came up to me from the shadows. One said well...well the priest finally decided to talk hehe. Thanks for the info. The other looked up at the blond, gave her a bill or two and said have fun and both cops laughed as then left the room.

The bond and brunette were looking at me with a "cat wants to play with the mouse look". I said nooo please no. The blonds moved there chairs on either side of me and one put her feet right on my face while the other started to tease my littel head me with her feet. I tried to turn my head but the blond smiled and just moved her feet with my face. She finally said this is the final stage of your untreatment hehe. to get adiction back we have to stimulate all the sinses at the same time and for your particular issue it wil be with our feet. It's called imprinting.

So I tried to shut my eyes and fight it but the constant teasing was taking a tole on me the blond was trying to wiggle her toe into my mouch chanting sensually smell , lick, tast my soft sexy feet. My mouth finnaly opend because of the constant sexual teasing of the latino girl. finally I came up to the wall and gave in. I could feel her toes rubbing against my toung. I started to hump the air and the latino girl would only feather touch me feeding th fire.

Finally the blond pulle dher feet out with a knowing smile I was lost at that pont in my lust between the constant tease and denial and there feet. I was drooling trying to reach her feet with my toung. the blond reached over grabed a shoe and held it over my face. The latino took some pictues of me with precum dripping from my stomach and the shoe being tied to my face. I was drooling like a animal at this point. they pulled out a video camera as the latino forced me over the edge. the blond put on some extra red flats she had in her bag. she leaned down and kissed my forhead wispering.

"welcome back".