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True foot fetish stories

True Foot Fetish Stories
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Name: Coretta

My age: I'm 31 years old
What is my nationaly: I'm bolivian
My tattoo: None

Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements. This is the story of my first foot fetish experience, I hold nothing back and will try and embellish nothing.

First time foot fetish experience (true story - pictures included) [updated]

First a very little background, I am 21 years old, and a lover of female feet. I have been seeing the girl in the story, Christine, for about 2 years on and off. We shared everything. First as friends, then transcending that line and into our sexual desires. Before this we had not made love, our kisses and caresses were the slow, careful ones of a couple physically new to each other. She had known about my love of her feet for some time, but I sometimes felt like she didn't understand my infatuation with them.

Up until this point, she had allowed me to massage her feet at every opportunity, enjoying my natural skill this, but I had not seen anyway to expand her horizons on the subject without looking strange to her.

Toe sucking and footjobs I felt, while still a part of my fetish, seemed a little extreme to slip in during a massage. Not that I didn't think about it, her feet are exquisite, and never in the five years I have know about my fetish have I seen a pair anything like them.

True story, foot and shoe fetish

They are size 9s, but very narrow, with a short big toe, and an extremely long second and third toe. Then they fall sharply to her smallest, which is barely a quarter of an inch long. Her friends would tease her about them, saying her toes looked like fingers, and how strange they looked.

Although this would bother her, Christine would simply say that I liked them just fine and her friends would laugh. Well, fuck them. Anyway, I had just returned from Wisconsin after a week, by a long car trip, and was dismayed to realize that she was going to be gone for a week when she met her friends at the beach, not two days later.

So we agreed to get together the night after I got back, the day before she left. Well, I called Christine after work and learned that she was at her next door neighbor's house getting her nails done. This was both a cause for excitement, and dismay. Excitement; Because doing her nails meant she might have changed the polish on her sexy toes, but dismay because her friend was a bit clingy, and would hamper my efforts to get close to Christine. En route to her home, I learned that we would be going to dinner, WITH the friend, but that we would be dropping said friend off after, giving me plenty of time to spend rubbing my love's feet and talking about our days, or anything that interested us.

When I arrived, I found them on the porch, finishing the second coat of purple polish on Christine's fingers, but, to my surprise, she had removed her pedicure and left her toes bare. Now don't get me wrong, I love bare toes just as much as the next guy, but, she had already had on a sexy blue polish that I had said I'd liked. Her friend always did Christine's toes, she hated to do them. So a little disappointed, I asked innocently, as not to arouse suspicion in her unenlightened friend.

I caught my jaw just before it dropped straight to the floor, and swallowed. Christine, seeing my reaction asked coyly. Fuck no I didn't mind! But I felt very slightly embarrassed, because her friend was looking at me expectantly.

I played it cool. Removing her finger from her mouth, True foot fetish stories and her friend both looked at me like I had a third arm growing out of my ass. One after another they knocked me down a peg. So I relented and we talked some while Christine finished her nails.

About this and that, where we were going to dinner. After about ten minuets, we left to get to food, which sucked, and stopped by the local mall so Christine could pick something up from her work. At this point the friend latches onto us, how and why I won't go into but she does, and True foot fetish stories are both pissed. So I decide to torture the friend, who happens to have a huge crush on me, by starting to tease her about her sex life. Asking all sorts of things I would never ask in polite conversation, and soon Christine s in.

Anyway, the THREE of us go back to my house to hang around, and at this point I've totally forgotten the whole pedicure thing. But when we get there, I learn that Christine has not. After we have settled down, Christine and her friend on the couch, and me in an armchair pulled up beside it, she says the eight words I will remember for the rest of my life.

I hold my breath and look to her to see if she's serious, and her bright blue eyes are staring right back into mine, with that glint of sexual mischief I know so well.

My roommate found out i have a foot fetish

Her friend on the couch is totally oblivious, but Christine knows the score, RUBBING her feet alone is a purely sexual exercise for me, let alone painting her toenails for the very first time, and she wants me to do it. In front of her friend. I swear my penis stirred in my pants so fast, I thought I had sprained it. Yeah, sure, if you want. Damn, writing this, I wonder how I could've ever gotten my fetish fulfilled if she hadn't started it.

She handed me the clear coat and the polish, a deep metallic purple, and gives me rudimentary instructions. Basically you do everything twice.

Shit, I'd be surprised if I didn't do everything once, fuck it up and she'd tell me she'd do it herself later, forever cutting me off from the toe painting. So she rested her right foot on the top of my left thigh, and her left foot on top of my right, and I prepared to do what perhaps was the most erotic thing in my young life. I start off by trying to find a place to hold the bottle of sealer, moving it around to look for a comfortable spot to keep going back to it. And she once again coyly spoke. My cock is getting so damn hard I fear that it can be seen by low flying space shuttles.

The clear coat goes on fine, but I find myself getting disappointed with the first coat of purple. It looks pale and sloppy to me, but this was before I knew that the first coat looks like shit, no matter what. So I finish the first coat and begin blowing on her toes to help dry them.

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After about a full minuet of this, I ask. But she is cut off by an action that shocks us both and makes me think for the first time in a long string of thoughts that I'm going to cum right now. Christine had pulled her right foot up and away from my thigh, and put her big toe in her mouth.

She swirled her tongue around it, all the while keeping eye contact with me, then withdraws it and redeposits it on my thigh, saying. Oh my fucking god, I think, this has got to be a dream. So I slowly lift Christine's foot towards my mouth, her friend's eyes locked on me, and I roll my tongue over my first toe. It was everything I imagined. The soft firmness of the pad of her foot, the smooth roundness of her nail, with the slightly sour taste of the polish. I was in total bliss.

No pun intended. But I didn't stop there, with both of them watching me, I licked and sucked every toe on Christine's foot, not stopping too long to savor them, because I'm painfully aware of two things.

My throbbing erection, that although is rock hard, has yet to achieve its full size, and the friend, pretending not to stare at me, sucking on Christine's toes, to check and see if they were "dry" yet. I'm so turned on that I can barely see straight, and honestly, I'm not sure if I finished the clear coat on her left foot, but she took a break to smoke and I lost track. While holding open the screen door to my deck, Christine motioned for me to follow. Excusing myself from the friend, I follow her. Pulling the inner door closed behind me, I turn back out towards the deck.

She was there, moving to embrace me, her lips covering mine, with not so much as a hint of our customary hesitation, her tongue slipping past my lips. I respond by pressing my own tongue back, swirling it gently, then with more force, then back to gently, and wrapping my arms around her waist, pulling her tight against me. My kisses moved away from her mouth, planting first on her cheek, then at the base of her jaw line, pausing at her earlobe with the tiniest flick of my tongue, and at last slowly down her neck.

Her head tilted to the side then pulled up towards the stars, as my lips traversed her face, a slight moan escaped her. As I was lingering on Christine's neck, adding the slightest nibble to my lips' caress, she raised her knee gently, feeling the erection straining against my jeans. From the tone of her voice I knew the game we'd fallen into, so I responded with the proper title.

She turned for a second, then sat on one of my patio chairs, and removed a cigarette from the pack of Marlboro lights.

Finally, my first worship!(nf)

Placing it between her pert lips, she lit it, inhaling deeply. Christine crossed her legs, and I took a seat on the deck, directly in front of her. Reaching out, I began to massage her foot, working the ball, and ts of the toes, rubbing between them, feeling the slight dampness that I knew came from my own saliva.

I smiled broadly, feeling the head of my penis begin to drip the slick fluid of pre-cum into my boxer-briefs. Bending my head slightly, I raised her toes to my mouth for the second time tonight. This time I was completely beyond caring about her friend sitting in my living room, not four feet away, behind my front door.

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