We came up with this one after a few messages from some guys about their love of feet and feet in stockings with painted toes.
Hope you enjoy 
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Sharon knew Ian was a kinky guy. She had caught glimpses of his foot fetish before, but she never knew how deep it went.
They had been dating for a couple of months, and she had always felt a peculiar thrill when he complimented her feet. But it was the way he looked at her, REALLY looked at her, when she wore those particular stockings that sent shivers down her spine. The way his eyes darkened and his breath grew shallow. She had seen that look in men's eyes before, but that look was always reserved for other parts of her body.
They were lying on the bed, their bodies tangled in the soft sheets. She had her legs propped up on his chest, and she could feel his heart racing as he stared at her toes, painted a seductive shade of red. The stockings she had on were sheer and black, with a lacy top that teased the edge of her thigh. He had been playing with them all evening, tracing his fingers along the seams and gently kissing the arch of her foot.
"What is it about my feet?" she had asked him once, curiosity piqued by his fascination.
"They're... perfect," he had murmured, eyes never leaving her toes. "Everything about them is just... fucking perfect."
The words had rolled off his tongue, thick with lust, and she had felt a warm flush spread across her cheeks. It was strange, but also incredibly arousing to think that something so simple could drive a man wild.
That night, she decided to indulge him.
She began by slowly peeling off her stockings, one inch at a time, watching his pupils dilate as the flesh of her legs was revealed. His cock was already hard, straining against the fabric of his boxers, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of power in knowing she could do this to him.
Once the stockings were removed, she placed her bare foot on his crotch, feeling the heat from his erection. He groaned, his hands gripping the sheets tightly.
"I want to watch you," she whispered, her voice low and sultry. "I want to see what you do when you're thinking about my toes around your thick cock."
He swallowed hard and she could see the internal struggle playing out across his face, the battle between his desire to please her and his fear of embarrassment.
"Okay," he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper.
With a knowing smile, she slid her foot up over his chest, up to his face, her toes lingering around his mouth as his tongue came out to lick and caress her red painted nails. His eyes closed as she moved her foot this way and that over his face, encouraging him to smell and taste the pale skin and enjoy the curvature of the sole of her whole foot.
When she pulled away, she began to slide down his body, her fingers tracing the line of his abs as she went. He was already stroking himself, his hand moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm. She watched him for a moment, feeling a sense of awe at the beauty of his desire. Then, she took one of her stockings and wrapped it around his cock, the soft fabric caressing his hardness.
He groaned, his hips bucking slightly as she began to move her hand up and down his thick shaft. She could feel the power of his arousal, the way his body responded to her touch. It was intoxicating.
"Does that feel good?" she asked, her voice filled with genuine curiosity.
"Yeah," he gasped, his eyes squeezed shut. "So good."
"Good," she murmured, her own arousal building. "Now, I want you to watch me while you play with it."
His eyes snapped open, and he met her gaze with his hand moving on his cock.
She leaned back propped on a pile of pillows between his legs, facing him, her thighs spread wide, as she began to play with herself with her foot beside his cock, her fingers slipping between her wet folds. She watched his face contort with pleasure as he stared at her, watched her own hand as it worked her clit in slow, lazy circles.
"Fuck," he whispered, his voice tight with need. "You're so beautiful."
She tugged at the end of the stocking in her hand, tugging at the end tied around the stem of his cock making his cock twitch like a marionette under her control, her hand never stopping its delicious torment. His hand moved faster, the head of his cock peeking out from the top of his fist. She could feel the heat of him, the slickness of his pre-cum on her bare foot.
"Use my feet," she said, her voice a little breathless. "Use them like you've been dreaming of."
With trembling hands, he took the stocking and wrapped it around her foot, binding the sole of her foot to the thick stem of his cock in a loose bundle that kept her foot against his straining erection, his eyes never leaving hers. She felt his cock throb as she worked her toes against the sensitive skin of his shaft. Then, she began to rub him, her other foot moving in slow, deliberate strokes.
The sight was almost too much for her. His cock was thick and veiny, the head a dark, angry shade of red. She could feel the power of his orgasm building, his muscles tensing as he fought for control.
"Cum for me," she whispered, her voice a sweet command. "Cum all over my dirty, slutty stockings. Cover my toes in your dirty cum."
And with that, he lost it. His hips bucked upwards, and he came hard, spurts of hot cum covering her stocking-wrapped foot. She watched, fascinated, as he spasmed beneath her, his release coating the fabric and her painted toes.
When he was finished, she pulled her foot away, the stocking sticky with his cum. She held it up, watching the fluid dribble down her toes. Then, she leaned in and licked it off, savoring the taste of him.
"Fuck," he breathed, his eyes wide with surprise. "That was... intense."
"It was," she agreed, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "But I want more."
With that, she slid up the bed, taking his still-hard cock in her mouth and tieing the cum soaked stocking around the base of his shaft and his balls in a figure eight, holding the tension in the fabric with a firm grasp.
She could feel the stocking around his shaft, the fabric adding a new level of sensation to the act. She sucked him deep, her tongue swirling around the head as she took him deeper and deeper.
He groaned at the sight of her red lips around his cock, working his length, her pale skin in contrast with the dark stocking, covered in his filthy cum, his hands tangling in her hair as she worked him with her mouth. She could feel him getting closer, his hips thrusting up to meet her. And when he came again, she swallowed every drop, the taste of him filling her mouth.
They lay there for a moment, panting and sweaty, the only sound in the room, their ragged breathing. Then, she sat up and straddled him once more, her own desire demanding attention.
"My turn," she said, her voice firm.
He nodded, his eyes glazed with lust. She took his hand and placed it between her legs, guiding his fingers to her clit. He began to rub her, his touch gentle and sure.
"Fuck me," she ordered, her voice a demand. "And lick my feet while you do it, too."
He didn't need any further prompting. He grabbed her ankles and spread her legs wide as she lay on her back on the sheets, his cock pushing inside her as he brought her feet together in front of his face. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt before. The balls of her feet were soft against her skin, but the way her cunt gripped his cock, the way it made him feel as well as her... it was like nothing else.
He pounded into her, his hips moving in a rhythm that was almost painful in its intensity. She could feel every inch of him, every ridge and vein. And as he thrust into her, she watched his face, the way his eyes rolled back in his head with every stroke. He wasn't just licking her toes, he was devouring them, engulfing them in his lust.
"Harder," she begged, her voice a desperate whine. "I want it harder."
His strokes became more forceful, more demanding and she watched him take all the toes of one foot in his mouth as he licked the underside of her foot for all he was worth, groaning and moaning as he went. She threw her head back on the bed, her breasts bouncing with every thrust, the sheets were a mess around her. And when she came, it was with a scream that echoed through the room, her body convulsing around his cock, one of her feet firmly in his grasp against his face, the other in his mouth.
He collapsed onto the bed beside her, their bodies spent.
"Wow," he murmured, his voice filled with awe. "That was... amazing."
"It was," she agreed, her voice still a little shaky. "Who knew you could get that turned on by plain old... feet?"
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This is something we only play with from time to time but is usually part of our play in some small way even just as a power exchange thing. Please let us know if you think we got the balance right, below.
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