Want to Lick My Feet? Read online

  He took in his first deep snort of my scent, and then after an appreciative moan, indicating how excited he was, he did it again, and again, as I twisted my left foot around, pressing the crease of it tight to his nostrils for an even more potent experience for him.

  Seeing him so helplessly giving in to his secret passions and abiding to everything I said was very stimulating for me, and I felt the moistness between my legs grow and spread a little, as the stiffened nipples inside my blouse ached for release. But they'd stay locked away for this – this was all about my feet and his mouth, and maybe also the appendage hidden behind the painful looking bulge in his trousers, if I'm feeling very generous later on.

  His levels of inhalation grew at the same rate as his abandonment of any final restraint, as he fully gave in to his kink, pressing his nose as tightly between my big toe and the next as he could, the sounds of his desperate snorting filling the small space at the end of Geri's shop.

  "Mmmm … The intoxicating scent of a woman's foot is all you need isn't it, Chris," I chastised, as he continued sniffing helplessly at mine, far too busy doing that to reply.

  Through the gap in the tightly arranged shelves of boots, shoes, and footwear products, I could see some of the big window at the front, where occasionally a shape would drift by, a man or a woman out and about, completely unaware that the guy in here was on his knees before me, sniffing helplessly at my left foot.

  I don't know what it was, but I'd never felt quite this turned on with Dougie, although as I'd said, that was completely different – mutual, and inside a loving relationship, whereas this was spontaneous, with a complete stranger, a stranger that I reckon I could get to do almost anything, provided it involved my feet.

  I brought them both together over his nose and pushed forward, smothering it slightly with the base of my left one, an experience that he seemed to really get a kick out of, which was evidenced by him pushing at the bulge between his legs, as if it had become excruciatingly uncomfortable now.

  "This turning you on a bit, Chris?" I asked, pulling both feet away from his face for a second so he could reply, the picture of his reddened expression between them a true picture to behold.

  "Yes."

  "Do you want to make yourself a little more … comfortable?" I asked, casting a nod down towards his straining crotch.

  "Yes!" he replied again, but much more enthusiastically this time, probably desperate to slip his cock from his trousers.

  I left him hanging for a second, then jammed my right foot this time tight to his nose, as I pushed my left around the other side of his face, stroking and caressing it.

  "Maybe in a bit," I said rather coolly and callously, which I could tell from the desperate sniffs at the toe crease of that foot, had hugely frustrated him, and yet also maybe made him more excited as well, at me exercising my power over him.

  And then I moved both feet all over his face independently, pushing his cheeks around, and catching his lips with my big toes, which all seemed to make him even more hot and bothered, which was blatantly obvious when I pulled them away from him again, just to see the desperation in his face.

  "You love my feet don't you, Chris!"

  He nodded, which this time I did accept.

  "But now you've sampled the fragrant odour of them you want more, don't you."

  "Yes," he answered, a flare of understanding firing off in his eyes at what I was suggesting.

  "I thought so," I half-laughed, while slightly cruelly twirling and dangling my feet in front of his face, angling them in all directions for him to look at, taunting him some more.

  He was lost in them, his head and especially his eyes lolling around after them, like a pathetic little puppy tracking a treat.

  "Well I suppose you…"

  His eyes went wide in anticipation.

  "…Want to lick them?"

  He let out a longing sigh, then replied to me.

  "Yes … please!"

  I laughed inside at his politeness, which was a little unfair really, as I was as keen for him to start as he was. I picked my coat from atop the bags of shopping I'd accumulated this lunchtime and pressed it between my back and the wall behind me, so as to make myself slightly more comfortable. Then I turned and centred my gaze on Chris.

  "You may lick!" I offered simply, holding out my left foot for him to start on.

  His face lit up, and then he leaned forward to do exactly that.

  "But you must hold it for me too," I instructed. "It's beginning to ache a little from holding it up like I have been."

  I wasn't making that up, my legs were starting to ache. With that in mind, and to further rest my back, I lay more of my weight back against my coat, and then closed my eyes, awaiting the first touch of his hands on me.

  When it finally came, the feeling of his warm fingers closing softly around my ankle was a shock, I think because no one had really touched me like this for years, bar my husband. Part of me couldn't even believe I was doing this, acting out such intimacy with a complete stranger. But on the flip side I knew full well why – it was recalling those times with Dougie. Don't get me wrong, I have great sex with my hubby, and a good amount of it too, but it's all pretty straightforward, if I'm completely honest. The only thing Dougie did differently was the feet thing really – I guess I hadn't realised until now how much I'd missed that!

  Chris cupped my foot then, holding it tenderly, as if it were a precious piece of porcelain in his grip that he was terrified of letting go of.

  But the unease I felt about his hands on me didn't compare in the slightest to the first touch of his tongue on the underside of my big toe, which despite my best efforts at playing it cool, drew a soft sigh from my lips. This was definitely cheating! Another man's fingers on my foot was one thing, especially in a shoe repair store, but his tongue, and on my feet too, where I've had so much fun before, that was definitely me doing-the-dirty on my husband! Of course I knew it was wrong, and that I should definitely stop, but it was almost far too late for that now!

  The lustful stranger kneeling between my seated legs licked at my big toe again, and then again, each firmer and more confident contact leaving it feeling warmed and wetted, which started to make my whole foot glow with an excited buzz that so reminded me of my time with Dougie.

  I tilted my head up and opened my eyes, settling them easily on his as he licked once again, really slowly and deliberately, as I prepared to use all my willpower to make him stop now, while there was still maybe a chance of doing so. But the words that actually escaped my lips completely betrayed me.

  "Now the other toes I think, Chris!"

  He was too lost in arousal I think to smile at this; at my total embracing of the situation as well. I bet he never dreamed when Geri asked him to watch the shop this morning (which must have made him feel a little bit on edge, I guess) that this would happen. I'm sure he thought he'd get a few private kicks from the feet of the ladies that came in for fittings and alterations, but never could he have dreamed that someone like me would come in. Me, a smart business-woman-on-the-up, who shared some of his fascination for foot-play, and was willing (after only a short amount of time) to offer them to him – but only on my terms though, I then realised, which was why I decided it was time to tease Chris some more.

  In a swift single motion, I lowered my left foot away and brought in my right, which I hovered tantalisingly in front of his face, just out of reach of his mouth and his tongue. But rather than pull the left to the carpet beneath me, I kept my leg outstretched, so when my foot did descend, the sole came to rest flush against the inside of his kneeling right thigh, which I immediately started to stroke back and fore, running the warm sole of my foot along the line of his thigh.

  He let out a powerless grunt at this, and out of the corner of my eye I saw the bulge in his crotch grow exponentially, as if his cock had stiffened hugely in reaction to my foot on him, but was still cramped massively by the limited space inside his jeans, which was probab
ly making him feel terribly uncomfortable. His eyes told me this as well, and begged me not to tease him any more.

  But that was my choice to make!

  "Feeling a little horny are you, Chris?" I asked, relishing stating the obvious to him, as I curled my toes tighter against his thigh as I caressed it some more.

  He nodded his head quickly, as though a quick response might encourage me to allow him to unzip, and end the discomfort he was feeling – for that's where we were now – even though it hadn't been discussed in any shape or form, he'd officially taken on the submissive role, and me the dominant female role – holding all the cards! That was why I did what I did next.

  "Oh please, no!" he begged rather pathetically, after I'd slowly eased the toes of my left foot all the way along the inside of his thigh, and then started tracing a circle with the tip of my big toe around and around his bulging crotch, just catching it very lightly on occasion, which drew more moans from his gaping mouth, and made his cock twitch even more inside his trousers, which now looked fit to burst!

  "I thought you liked my feet," I sighed softly and sensually.

  "I do … it's just really painful now."

  "Well is it any better if I do this?" I asked, before rubbing the balls of my foot and all of my toes firmly up and down the hefty bulge in the centre, flexing and curling my toes tightly around his constricted shaft each time my foot moved up and down it, for maximum contact.

  He let out a few desperate sobs at this, and begged me with his eyes to stop.

  "Oooh, feels so big in there, Chris," I moaned, stopping the movement for a second, and wriggling my toes around where the throbbing head must be jammed tight.

  More moans and sobs, and I swear I could make out the start of a tear forming in the corner of his eye.

  "Looks like you are really turned on at the moment."

  "I … I am!"

  "Well you know what, Chris," I moaned softly, "I am too." To prove this, I pulled my right knee up and let it fall out to the side, which in turn forced the skirt of my business suit right back to my torso and pulled it wide open, presenting him with a perfect view of my crotch.

  "Oh fuck!" he gasped as he took in the sight. With my skirt spread wide like it was, he'd be able to see the entirety of the soft, silky flesh of my inner thighs. And he'd also be able to see the frilly pink garter belt I'd slipped on this morning for good luck, the one my husband loved me wearing when I strip for him, then clamber on top of him, and then squat down hard on his cock as I start to fuck him.

  "See how wet I am already!" I sighed, getting-off a little on my own dirty talk. "Can you see how sticky my knickers are?" As if to help him see better, I slinked further forward on the seating and eased my right leg out even more to the side, which stretched the lilly-white, saturated material tighter across the swollen pussy lips beneath, the nearly transparent material properly showing off their state of arousal.

  "I think when you really get sucking and licking on my feet," I continued, "I'm going to cream myself quite hard into them; going to flood my tight fitting knickers with a ton of my girly juices, as I moan and cry out in absolute joy!"

  "Oh god, please stop the dirty talk!"

  "What? Are you close to creaming yourself, Chris?" I asked then, while straight away resuming rubbing at his cock through his trousers with the front of my foot, but firmer this time, and while making a real effort to follow the line of his cramped cock with my toes, slowly and deliberately rubbing him off through the taut denim.

  "Don't come in your trousers, Chris!" I sighed, trying to sound a little disappointed at the very idea, while continuing with the remorseless rubbing of my toes across his heavily straining bulge. "You really don't want to unload your spunk now do you? Really? With me rubbing and rubbing and rubbing at your big, stiff cock through your trousers like this with my bare foot."

  His breathing became laboured and his chest heaved almost uncontrollably, as he writhed his crotch erratically, making me unsure as to whether he was trying to avoid the gentle caress of my foot, or searching for more contact with it!

  "Don't come, Chris!" I urged again. "Don't empty these lovely balls yet." With that I pushed my left foot deep down between his legs and caressed the twin bulges there with the tops of my toes, stroking and caressing them again and again, which made him start to grunt really loudly, like he was close.

  "Don't let your spunk surge up your cock yet, even though you really want to! You don't want to cream yourself inside your trousers? You don't want to pump out your sticky seed now, do you? Spurt after spurt after spurt of the stuff, especially while sucking so wilfully on my toe!"

  He accepted the big toe I shoved in his mouth immediately, closing his lips tight around it, and straight away slurping on it like I remembered Dougie doing way back when, which did indeed cause another rush of wetness between my own legs, adding to the growing stickiness in my gusset. I wasn't ready to come quite yet – but I knew Chris was.

  "That's a good little toe sucker!" I complemented rather sarcastically, as he ravished my swollen digit with his mouth, drawing his lips quickly back and fore along the length, leaving it glistening and slicked with his saliva.

  Finally he closed his eyes, surrendering to the feelings washing over his body, as he relished his favourite thing in the world, a woman's foot at his mouth, and a toe between his lips, while I rubbed again at his cock with the toes of my other foot, really pressing them along his length, the touch firm and sure, as his contorted shaft twitched and swelled beneath it.

  "Your sucking is making me hot, and horny, and much, much wetter down here, Chris!" I moaned, which drew his eyes open and down to my sodden crotch for a second, then back up to my face, and my domineering eyes, and my mask of absolute power over him. And then I doubled the pressure of my foot on his cock, and increased the speed of the insistent rubbing too, until from the helpless whimpering around the toe in his mouth, I knew he could take it no longer.

  "Are you really going to … come?"

  Chris understood what I'd been doing, and what that statement was for – it was my permission for him to do what he needed to do.

  "Ohl … glod," he gasped around my big toe, unwilling to let it slip from his lips now, as his body became wracked with pleasure, and he started bucking hard against my persistent foot and my clutching toes, fucking himself against them almost.

  And then I saw on his face the very moment he did come, the total resignation and the pure joy, as his cramped cock flexed wildly beneath the pressure of my toes, and then moments later I felt a subtle wetness against them, as he spunked his load inside his trousers, or into the underwear he was sporting beneath them at least. Either way, there seemed to be a lot!

  "That's it," I sighed softly, as I slowed the movement of the tip of my foot along his constricted length, putting more pressure on the 'generally' upwards stroke, milking out the last of his load, as he just gasped and sucked and licked around my big toe in wild abandon. And then seconds later he was spent, and he sat back a little from my foot. He was panting deeply, his lips smeared with his own saliva from his desperate actions moments earlier.

  "I didn't think you wanted to c…"

  But my words were cut short by the piercing and distinctive 'ding' of the bell above the door – another customer had come in!

  "Oh fuck!" Chris cried as discreetly as he could, as he quickly stood up and then shuffled off towards the counter, to greet whoever it was.

  But before he was out of earshot I told him something.

  "Get back here soon," I sighed, "I'm not done with you yet!"

  It was slightly amusing watching him walking to the counter with his hand in front of his crotch, to hide the bulge he still had there, and the growing wet patch. Luckily there was no view of where we were from the front door, so I was pretty sure we hadn't been spotted. However I decided that once he'd finished with them, I needed him kneeling on the floor again between my legs – my feet needed a bit more pampering (now I'd renewed
my own tastes in foot-play), and of course I needed my come!

  Chris dealt with the customer pretty quickly in fairness, and within three minutes was exactly where I wanted him.

  "I've locked the door," he explained as he settled down on his knees again.

  "How very resourceful!" I replied happily. "But won't Geri find out?"

  "He won't be done until around four, he told me."

  "And other customers?"

  Chris shook his head.

  "It's dead this time of the week until around half-three. And even then it's only a trickle.

  "So we're all alone for a bit."

  "Yes." He wasn't smiling though. He was too excited again.

  "Just you, me, and my two lovely feet." With that I lifted them both up and pressed them to his cheeks again, rubbing them side to side and up and down, and squeezing his nose between them, before slipping them lower down once more to pull at his lips, his breathing quickening all the time. When I saw his kneeling form squirm again I knew what it was, which was why I told him what he wanted to hear.

  "You can make yourself more comfortable now … if you want!"

  Chris nodded enthusiastically, straightened himself up on his knees, and then unzipped himself. While he did, I smoothed and caressed the soft soles of my feet across his face some more, just keeping him excited, although when his cock sprang free of his trousers and his boxers, it was clear that wasn't really a problem I'd have to worry about. He was hard, very hard, and his shaft, his head, and the top of his pubic hair was completely coated in his first release, which looked to be a pretty copious affair I have to say. He slid a clenched fist along his cock a few times, partly to rub in the spunk that was covering it, but also because I think he had an automatic, primeval need to do so at that very moment.

  "Oh no, no, no!" I cut in quickly. "Don't forget it's my turn now."

  "Of course," he replied obediently, and straight away he released his stiffly bobbing cock and let it settle between his legs, as he sat back on his heels again, awaiting his next instruction.