Donna and Diane's Feet
Published on Thursday, June 22, 2006
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When I was in college there was one girl out of many whose feet I just loved. Her name was Donna. But she also had a roommate named Diane whose feet I got to enjoy as well.

Donna was especially sweet, but she also had a dominant kinky side to her as well. Her feet were a size 7 1/2 with high arches, and usually her toes were painted either a purple-red or a classic bubble gum color. I have to say that Donn'a feet are a lot like the feet of Water Goddess who is the wife of Great Feet's webmaster ... my kind of feet! Donna always wore flip-flops to school. She must have been about 5' 6" and 118 lbs., and with long black hair. She was a year older than me.

I couldn't help but stair at Donna's feet when we sat in class together. I stared at them a lot! I'm surprised that I could concentrate on the class enough to pass it. Needless to say, I had to do a lot of homework just to stay ahead of the class because Donna's sexy feet were always driving me crazy.

Practically half of the semester went by without Donna saying much of a word to me, though she always greeted me nicely whenever we did bump into each other. Finally near the end of a semester after class one day, Donna surprised me by asking if she could "bum a ride" from me to get home. I happily offered her the ride.

As soon as we got in the car she quietly teased me by propping up her bare feet on the dash board. "I hope you don't mind," she said to me.

"Not at all," I replied.

"I didn't think so," she coyly said, and then added, "I've noticed you staring at my feet a lot. I'm guessing you have a foot fetish, right?"

"Uh, uh yes," I nervously stammered.

"Don't worry," she assured me. "I like guys who have a foot fetish."

"You do?" I asked increduously. I could hardly believe it.

"Sure," she said, "and I'll bet I know what you would like to do to my feet right now."

"Of course you do," I thought to myself. But I was polite. Instead of saying what I thought, I went along with what she had to say, and asked her a question. "You do?"

"You want to lick my soles, and suck my toes, don't you?" She asked me, knowing full well what the answer was. "I know your kind."

"I have to say that you have gorgeous feet, so sure, I would love to do that very much." I answered her back.

"I thought so," she replied.

By then we were at her place. She actually lived within easy walking distance, so it was clear that she didn't need a ride.

"You can park right there behind my car," she said while pointing to a carport. I learned later on that she had tandem parking for two cars, and that her roommate would come back from work at about 11:30 p.m. after working a shift as a waitress.

"You're inviting me inside?" I asked her.

"Of course I am, silly, unless you have someplace to go. I've decided that you're going to be my footboy for the rest of the semester. Are you okay with that?"

"Your footboy?" I asked with some confusion.

"Yes, my footboy, and my sex slave; not my boyfriend." She said to me while setting the ground rules.

"Okay," I said. Then I listened.

"After this class of ours every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, you're going to drive me home, and then give me a foot bath, which will include a really good foot massage. Then you're going to lick every inch of my soles, and suck each of my toes until I am satisfied. If I'm in the mood for it, you're going to give me head, and then use a vibrator to get me off. You are not to have intercourse with me, do you understand?"

"Yes," I answered back. Donna was gorgeous, really gorgeous. I was surprised that she didn't have a steady boyfriend, but she apparently dated a lot. Even if I couldn't be her boyfriend, I could see myself being very happy with such an arrangement. I was only sorry that there was only six weeks left in the semester.

"Oh," Donna added, "and you are to be completely naked when you are in this apartment as my footboy. Is that clear?" She asked.

"Yes," I answered back again.

For the next six weeks I pampered Donna's feet and toes, and pretty much made sure that she climaxed each time, too. There were only a couple of times when she wasn't in the mood to have me be sexual with her. And she didn't mind at all when I fucked her feet, or jerked off to them so that I could climax, too. I just had to make sure her feet were really clean afterwards. Donna is a clean freak about everything, and didn't at all like the idea of having me play with her feet when they were dirty or smelly. Frankly, her feet just didn't smell, and neither did her shoes.

However, there was a silver lining. After my first week of being Donna's footboy when she learned of my fetish to smell stinky feet, and shoes, she started to let me smell her roommate Diane's smelly waitress shoes after telling Diane about my fetish, and with Diane's permission of course. In fact, for five of those six weeks that I was Donna's footboy, I was also given permission to visit Diane every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday evenings after she got off work, although it was an unusual arrangement.

After our class together on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, I was Donna's footboy from about 2 o'clock in the afternoon until about 3:30 or 4:00 p.m. Then I would go to work as a waiter from 5:00 p.m. until 10:00 p.m. I then studied for about and hour and a half before going back over to Donna's place at around 11:45 p.m. to see Diane. If Donna was there, she'd usually be asleep by then, or quietly studying in her own room. Sometimes she'd be out on a date, which is really the only time I would see her that late at night if she happened to be coming home when I was leaving. And sometimes I'd even stay on for a while to massage Donna's feet, and lick and suck her soles and toes even after I had been in Diane's room having fun with her feet.

Donna didn't mind my arrangement with Diane at all. In fact, as sort of a joke, Donna had suggested it to the two of us, which is how the whole thing got started. Diane isn't as attractive as Donna is, nor is she in as good of shape as Donna is, but she's still very cute. Ironically, even though Donna has great feet, Diane's feet are in absolutely perfect shape, and I actually enjoyed them more. Diane's feet are bigger than most women at size 9 1/2 because she is 5' 10" and is slightly overweight at 150 lbs., but she has naturally soft soles ... very soft ... and they are wrinkled to perfection with high arches, and toes that are symmetrically shaped. She redularly keeps her toes pedicured, and pretty much paints her toenails an apple red color, which is a favorite of mine.

My arrangement with Diane was odd to say the least, but it worked out great for both of us. We never really talked except when it was absolutely necessary. It was part of the arrangement. In fact, my arrangement with Diane was pretty much negotiated by Donna with me. Other than the "no intercourse rule," which was made clear to me, Donna left open the issue of whether or not I could get sexual with Diane. I was pretty much told that Diane wouldn't be opposed to me getting sexual with her, but the arrangement was to be foot fetish related, and not based on anything sexual. Still, Donna suggested that I take the "sex thing" slowly with her, not to push it, and if it was meant to be, it would happen.

After having fun with Diane's feet a couple of times, Donna even said to me outright, "She'd probably love having you play with her sexually; not like how you do it with me because I definitely want it, but if you were more discreet about it, I think she'd find it to be a turn-on."

"Really?" I said with curiosity.

"Really," she assured me. Then she went on to say, "I'm telling you this in confidence, but Diane told me that she woke up with her pussy really wet on morning after you had played with her feet the night before, and she had a wet dream that you had gotten her to cum in her sleep even though this whole thing isn't supposed to be sexual, except for you of course because you have a foot fetish, and it's obviously sexual for you just to play with feet."

"So you think she'd accept it if I played with her pussy and clit, too?" I asked.

"Well, just let me say this about it," Donna explained. "Diane said that one of the turn-ons for her is that you'd be doing things to get her off in her sleep when you aren't supposed to be doing them. Do you understand?"

"I think so," I answered back.

"I think you do, too," she said with a smile.

I decided to take it easy with Diane, and maybe explore her a little bit sexually after playing with her feet, but only of course if her body language accepted it.

Diane would come straight home from work at about 11:30 p.m. and plop right down on her bed after brushing her teeth, and washing her face. She only showered in the morning, which worked out great for me since I have a fetish for smelly feet and shoes. Being that Diane would be in her waitress shoes for a full 8 hour shift, her feet and shoes would smell just great to me. To this day I can still bring up the smell of her shoes in my mind, and it still gets me hard thinking about it.

So when I arrived at about 11:45 p.m. on those three weeknights, Diane would already be fast asleep. She would fall asleep quickly. She was also a very heavy sleeper. Nothing would wake her up until she had at least a good eight hours of sleep, which she would always do since her earliest classes were at 10:00 a.m. She only had a few classes in college since it was her last year, and she had most of her credits for graduation.

Still, my arrangement with Diane was that I could do anything I wanted to do to her feet as long as it was done in a fairly gentle manner. I could sniff her feet, and toes. I could lick her soles, and suck her toes to my heart's content. The only exception to getting right into what I wanted to do to her feet was when she hadn't quite gotten to sleep when I arrived. Then I would be "required" to give each of her feet a seriously great foot massage until I put her to sleep, which was easy to do with her. I wasn't allowed to wake her up with any heavy tickling, and I couldn't wake her up with anything sexual. There was also a "no intercourse rule" in effect.

On the other hand, Diane loved to have her soles lightly tickled, and as long as I wasn't too blatant or aggressive about it, she really loved it when I would very slowly play with her pussy and clit as if I was doing something that I wasn't supposed to do. Evidently Donna had been right in her assessment of Diane's desires (and maybe it had been a secret between them to tell me about Diane's wet dream). In time I had gotten to the point where I could make her cum in her sleep in a gentle, but persistently firm manner, or at least she would pretend to be asleep when I made her cum.

It was a shame that I coudn't have done this from the start with her ... opportunitis wasted ... but the last couple of weeks I was with Diane, it was very clear that she hadn't really been in a deep sleep when I played with her, which I had suspected all along. I suspected that had been pretending to be a deep sleeper with me so that she could have a sexual relationship with me without any of the hassles of a relationship. That was fine with me. Whatever worked.

So those last couple of weeks with Diane were exceptionally erotic. What I enjoyed doing the most was to bring her to multiple orgasms. The downside as it were, if it could be called a downside, is that the orgasms that I induced from her after her first one of the night were so strong, because of how sensitive her clit had become, that the orgasms that followed couldn't be experienced by lying completely still, and pretending to be asleep.

So sometimes she'd say, "Oh my God! What a way to be woken up!"

"Sorry," I would say with a serious apology because of our arrangement as it were.

But to my benefit ... our benefit ... Diane would squeeze my hand and say, "Are you kidding? I don't mind being woken up like that at all."

Then there'd be silence between is again. As I mentioned before, my arrangement with Diane was odd to say the least.

After that semester, I never saw or heard from either Donna or Diana again. I can only hope that they continue to have naughty foot fetish fun.