Her name was Sonya. We had been dating for almost a year so it was normal for us to spend time at each other’s home. It was just a regular Wednesday night at my place watching TV when she stretched her long legs across the couch and on to my lap. I thought nothing of it at first, but I had no idea what was to come.
Sonya always knew how to turn me on. But tonight was something different.
As I sat on my side of the couch watching TV I felt Sonya’s foot graze against my crotch. At first I thought it was an accident, but then it happened again.
This time more direct.
Sonya slowly outlined my rapidly expanding cock with her big toe through my jeans. I glanced over at her and we caught eyes.
She gave me that “look.”
Playing coy, I returned my gaze to the screen, while Sonya continued caressing my dick with her feet.
It didn’t take long for me to get fully erect.
This made it easier for Sonya to hone in on the head of my penis, which she massaged tenderly with her big toe. I have no idea how one woman could develop such nimble dexterity with her toes and at that moment it didn’t matter.
She was giving me a hand job—with her foot.
With my head cocked back against the couch cushion, I just laid back and enjoyed this unique yet stimulating experience until I couldn’t take it anymore.
I snapped out of my euphoric daze and immediately pounced on Sonya. I was completely and utterly turned on by her—and her nimble feet—and I kissed her.
As my tongue traced the inner workings of her mouth several times over, my hands explored her enticing body. I cupped her breasts with my right hand. She moaned as I worked my way down her stomach and into her jeans.
I undid the top button and unzipped her. She was wet before my fingers even arrived at her pulsating clit. I spent the next several minutes letting my fingertips soak up her flavor until I got a cramp in my hand from my awkward position.
I released her mouth from my embrace just so I could lick her love juices off my hands.
“How does it taste,” Sonya whispered.
“Damn good, baby,” I replied without hesitation.
I outlined her lips with what was left of her on my fingers and slowly sopped every drop back up.
I rose up and began tugging on Sonya’s jeans. She saw I was having difficulty getting the skin tight fabric over her luscious hips and raised her waist to the ceiling to give me better leverage.
In one move her jeans and panties were down past her knees and over her delicate feet one leg at a time. I lifted my T-shirt up and over my shoulders and let it join the rest of Sonya’s clothing, which had been scattered aimlessly throughout my apartment.
I planted my knees on the floor and immediately parted Sonya’s legs so I could quench my thirst. I tickled her mahogany thighs with my tongue before pouncing on that succulent clit of hers.
I came up for air.
Only to dive right back in.
Once I had my fill of foreplay, I was ready for the main course. I reached for my discarded jeans and pulled a condom out of my side pocket. After everything was in place, my eyes caught Sonya’s lustful gaze and she gave me that “look” once more, signaling me to come closer so that I could deliver to her everything that she wanted.
All that she desired.
I eased myself inside of her. Slowly, our bodies became one as our hips collided again and again.
Once I had weakened her walls to my liking I proceeded to really lay my dick game down.
I knew exactly how Sonya liked it and I planned to deliver C.O.D. (Cock on Demand).
I hoisted both of her legs into the air and braced myself on the back of her inner thighs so that I could find a deeper perch in her pussy.
It was a position we had both enjoyed a hundred times before, but something was different. As I watched Sonya’s eyes roll in the back of her head with each powerful thrust I noticed her perfectly pretty feet orbiting either side of me.
It was in that moment I realized how sexy Sonya’s feet were.
I don’t know what came over me, but I was suddenly overcome with a strong desire to suck Sonya’s toes.
That’s exactly what I did.
I leaned to my right and pounced on Sonya’s big toe. Her eyes opened wide and she squealed in shock and excitement. I gave each toe the same delicate attention she had shown my cock some 30 minutes earlier
All while maintaining my stroke the entire time.
I had never sucked a toe before but it felt second nature. The attention to Sonya’s feet seemed to heighten the experience for her. The more she moaned, the more I sucked and fucked.
Before she knew it I was sucking on both her big toes at the same time.
“Don’t stop,” she moaned. “I’m about to cum.”
I responded with action rather than words.
Sonya’s walled rippled around my dick as she came, releasing her juices on the cushion of my couch. I followed suit with an eruption of my own, but my focus remained on my latest discovery—Sonya’s succulent feet.
As the pace of my stroke slowed to squeeze out the last few drops of ecstasy, I traced the arch of Sonya’s left foot with my tongue.
“Stop, that tickles,” she shrieked.
“I guess I should never suck your toes again then,” I smirked.
“Oh, no, we definitely have to try that again.”
“As long as you do that thing with your foot again, I’m down for whatever.”
“You got it,” she smiled.
“Then you can definitely get it.”
Are you into sucking toes or getting your own sucked? If so, how did you discover this foot fetish? Has a lover ever been turned off by your obsession with feet? Would you entertain your lover’s request for sucking his or feet if it really wasn’t you’re thing? How important are pretty feet to you in a mate? Fellas, have you ever been turned on by a woman’s “toe cleavage” or show game? What is it about a woman’s feet or shoes that are such a turn on? Do men tend to get a pass on having jacked up feet? Are you open to trying something new in the bedroom at least once?
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