Didi
Published on Wednesday, January 3, 2007
This story was submitted by VL Dick. It is co-authored by Didi.

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This is a true account of a day I spent with my friend Didi a few years ago.

I have known Didi for over ten years, and although we have always been really just friends, we have been friends with benefits if you know what I mean.

Didi is amazing. She is gorgeous, and she has really sexy feet. She is also a self-confessed nymphomaniac. She enjoys foot sex, and we have had many sessions of foot fun together over the years.

Although our foot sessions have become less frequent since I met my girlfriend Juicy, we still find time for the odd foot session.

I asked Didi to contribute to this story. Her commentary is in red bold italics.

Didi: “Yes it’s true I’m a bit of a nymphomaniac and since VL introduced me to foot sex many years ago, I have really gotten into it. I love to play with cocks, I love to make men cum, and I love the smell and taste of cum. I do enjoy giving footjobs, and like the feeling of cum running over my feet.”

This story is a true account of a wedding that Didi and I went to about five years ago.

We had both been invited to the wedding of Danny and Michelle, and had decided to go together. We arranged to meet up in the pub beforehand. I arrived at the pub before Didi, so I got us some drinks, and found a table. Didi arrived not long after me, and headed for our table. I noticed she was wearing this tight fitting dark blue dress, and these ‘fuck me’ thong sandals. They were black with thin straps, and very high stiletto heels, probably about four inches high.

As she sat down opposite me, I told her that she looked hot, and I was impressed by her choice of sandals. She lifted her left foot up onto the table to show me more closely. I noticed that she had her toenails painted a vibrant red, and that she had grown her toenails quite long. I told her they looked fantastic.

As we were drinking our drinks, I felt something press into my crotch, and upon looking down found Didi’s right foot still in the thong pressing against my rapidly hardening dick. We were sitting off to one side in the pub, but I was concerned that someone might see what she was doing, so I sat closer to the table to block the view. Didi asked me if I was enjoying her impromptu footjob, which I had to admit I was.

I said it was a pity I couldn’t get my dick out so I could feel her foot and thong on my bare dick.

She said, "Get it out. Nobody will see. I want to feel how hard it is." So I reached under the table, unzipped my fly, and pulled out my now throbbing dick. She then began rubbing her foot up and down my dick with the sole of her thong, and on each up stoke I felt the stiletto heel press into my balls. All of the time I was looking around to make sure nobody was seeing what we were up to. After a couple of minutes of intense rubbing, she stopped. I asked her why she had stopped, and she said, "You’ll see."

Didi gives the most amazing sandaled footjobs, but she is sensational at giving barefoot footjobs. The next thing I felt was both of her feet, now bare, squeezing my dick, and rubbing it tightly up and down. After a while I couldn’t take it any more and said to her, "You’ll have to stop. Otherwise I’m going to cum."

She replied, "So cum," and kept rubbing. After a few more minutes she said, "That’s it. I can feel it coming now. It’s throbbing."

I spurted cum all over her feet under the pub table. Once I had stopped cumming, I said, "What are we going to do now? I have cum all over my dick, and it is probably all over your feet too."

She didn’t seem phased at all. She reached into her hand bag, and passed me some tissue paper to wipe myself. "I’ll just let it dry on my feet. I like to feel it cool down and dry up," she said.

I quickly wiped the excess cum off my dick, pushed my dick back into my pants, and headed for the toilet to finish cleaning myself.

When I came back, we finished our drinks, and headed off to the wedding. As we walked, I looked down, and could just make out the drying cum glistening on top of her feet.

The wedding was boring as most weddings are, but the reception afterwards was anything but. The only thing out of the ordinary about the wedding was that the groom and groomsmen were wearing kilts. This seemed to fascinate Didi. She kept saying, "I wonder if it is true what they say about men in kilts?"

I kept replying, "I don’t know, why don’t you ask one of them."

We sat on these long narrow tables with about 12 people to a table. You could almost eat off the plate of the person sitting opposite of you because the tables were so narrow. Didi sat beside me, and I said to her, "It’s a pity we aren’t sitting opposite each other," as I winked in reference to our foot fun in the pub earlier.

She said, "Yes, pity really, but that gives me an idea."

As we ate and talked, she kept going on about the guys in kilts, and had taken a fancy to one of the groomsmen named Steve. He was wearing a kilt, and was sitting at the end of a table, which was opposite the end of our table. He was with his girlfriend, but that has never stopped Didi from getting what she wants.

Once we had finished eating, and the speeches were out of the way, people started to move around to different chairs to talk to other people. Didi was still going on about men in kilts, and in particular this guy Steve. I was getting a bit fed up with her repeating herself, so said, "Look. The chair opposite Steve is empty. Why don’t you go over there and talk to him," thinking she would stop going on about it. So she stood up and headed over to Steve’s table. I realized what she had in mind as soon as she left our table, and although I was worried she’d get herself into trouble, I didn’t try to stop her.

I had stopped talking to the people around me at this point, and was watching Didi closely to see what she was doing. She approached Steve, and I saw her say something to him before taking the seat opposite him. I was watching intently now. I noticed her right foot lift off the ground, but couldn’t see exactly what she was doing because of the table cloth coming down the side of the table. I assumed she was probing for his bare dick, and noticed him jump slightly in his seat. I thought, "Yes. That’s exactly what she is doing."

My friend Mark distracted me for a couple of minutes, but when I looked back over at Didi, I could see her empty thongs were on the floor, and I couldn’t see her legs at all. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. She was giving a footjob to a guy she had never met before in a crowded room while his girlfriend sat beside him, and held his hand. And the only people who knew what was going on was Didi, Steve and me.

I thought she was going to get busted at one point because the disco had started, and Steve’s girlfriend had stood up. She was clearly trying to get him to dance with her. I noticed Didi’s feet drop back to the floor as Steve’s girlfriend attempted to drag him onto the dance floor, but he held strong, and remained seated. His girlfriend headed off to the dance floor with a couple of other girls, and left him behind in Didi’s grasp. When I looked back over at Didi, her feet were out of sight again. After a couple of minutes, I noticed Steve was starting to go red in the face. She was going to make him cum, just like she had done with me in the pub earlier. I noticed he was also holding onto the edge of the table, and I thought, "Not long now."

I saw him jerk slightly in his seat, and noticed the big smile on Didi’s face. She had done it. She had made this stranger cum with her feet while a hundred people partied around them. Her feet didn’t drop back to the floor straight away. I assumed she was milking him dry. After a few more minutes, I saw her slide her feet back into her ‘fuck me’ thongs, and she handed Steve a couple of napkins from the table. She then stood up, and headed back towards me. As she walked, I could clearly see loads of cum all over the top of her feet, and on her lower shins. She appeared to be slipping around in her stiletto thongs.

When she sat down next to me, I could smell the cum instantly. It was a strong smell. She asked me if I had seen her in action, to which I replied that I had, and she smiled knowingly. She then grabbed a spoon off the table, which was left over from dessert, and began to scrape the globules of cum off the top of her feet, which she put into her mouth. She really was starting to smell of cum now, but she didn’t seem to care.

Didi: “I had really enjoyed giving the footjob to VL in the pub, and I was pleased that I had made him cum. I love the feeling of hot cum on my feet, and like to feel it cool down before it dries out. When we got to the wedding, there were all these guys in kilts. I had heard the rumours about them going commando underneath their kilts, and I couldn’t get the thought out of my head. I saw this guy Steve. He was really good looking, and I wandered what sort of cock he had under that kilt. I know, I kept talking about it, and when VL said that it was a pity we weren’t sitting opposite each other, it got me thinking about Steve, and what was under his kilt.”

“When VL said that the seat across from Steve was free, I couldn’t get over there quick enough. I’d decided that I could try to find out his kilt secret by using my feet. When I went over to him, I asked him whether he was wearing underwear or not, and he said, ‘There are rumours.’ So I sat down across the table from him, and began to make small talk. I raised my foot, and began stoking the inside of his thigh with my toenails. He didn’t seem to notice, and we carried on chatting. I then probed a little further, and as I pressed my foot into his crotch, I felt this big hot cock on top of my foot, and I began to tickle his hairy balls with my toes. He jumped back slightly as I grabbed his ball sack between my toes and the sandal.”

“I was conscious of his girlfriend being so close, but I wanted to get to know that cock a bit more. He remained calm, and carried on talking to me as if nothing was happening beneath the table. I knocked off my sandals, and reached my feet up to grab his cock. It was huge. He was hung like a horse. As I  pressed my foot into it, I could feel his balls beneath my heels, but couldn’t feel his cock head with my toes, so I grabbed his cock head with the toes of my other foot. His cock was much longer than my foot. It must have been about 10 inches long. It was very thick, and must have been nearly as wide as my foot. It was also very hot, and rock hard.”

“I decided that I was going to make him cum. I would have loved to have gone under the table to have a closer look, and ideally to suck him off, but I knew it was too dangerous. So I began to give him a slow firm footjob with both feet. He talked as if nothing was happening. But just as I was getting into a rhythm, his girlfriend stood up, and began trying to get him to go and dance with her. I quickly pulled my feet away just in case he relented, but he told her he was going to finish his drink first. I was pleased, and as soon as she left the table, I grabbed for his cock again with my feet.”

“Once she was gone, he asked me why I was doing this, and I told him ‘because I can.’ He smiled, and I carried on rubbing his cock, harder and faster now. I soon noticed him going red, at which point he grabbed the table, and I could feel his cock swelling as it reached a climax. He asked me whether I was really going to make him cum in a crowded room, and I said, ‘Try stopping me.’ I felt his cock begin to jerk, and he shuddered as he came. There seemed to be bucket loads of cum oozing out of his cock. I could feel the hot juices all over the tops of my feet, and it was running between my toes. I kept rubbing it, and it kept oozing out. It was amazing how much this guy had cum. Eventually it stopped, and I slid my cum-soaked feet back into my sandals.”

“I gave him some napkins from the table to clean himself up, and thanked him. He said, ‘No, thank you. That was the most amazing thing I have ever experienced.’ I told him, ‘Maybe, but if I ever get the chance to give you a blowjob, you may change your mind,’ and I left the table to head back to where VL was sitting. My thongs kept slipping. There was cum under my feet, too, and it made it very hard to walk. VL had eyes on stalks, and was amazed at what I had just done. I noticed the smell of the cum as I sat down, and I couldn’t wait to taste it. I saw the spoon was still on the table, so I used it to sample the cum that was all over my feet.”

Didi was clearly pleased with herself, and began using her fingers to get the cum from her feet to her mouth. It was a sexy sight. She was really into it. She seemed really fired up, and began to reach under the table to squeeze my crotch with her hand. I said, "Not now. Maybe later."

She said, "If you don’t want it, I’ll find someone who does." Then she got up to head off towards where Steve had been sitting sat, but he wasn’t there. He was now dancing with his girlfriend, and Didi didn’t look pleased. She went onto the dance floor herself, and began flirting with this young guy who must have been about 19. I could see her looking over to Steve, but he was now focused on his girlfriend. When I looked around a few minutes later, Didi was gone, and the young guy was missing too. She came back to the table a little while later licking her lips.

I aked, "What have you been up to now?"

She said she had taken some young guy outside to the car park, and had given him a blowjob. I was amazed, but she said she had needed to do it. Otherwise she would have exploded with sexual tension.

Didi: “I was hyped up by what I’d done with Steve, and tried to play with VL’s dick, but he wasn’t interested. So I thought I’d go back to see what else I could do to Steve, but he was already dancing with his girlfriend. So I started dancing with this young guy who said his name was Q. He told me that he had been eyeing me up earlier at the wedding ceremony. It didn’t take much for me to persuade Q to go outside with me. We found a quiet corner of the car park, and I crouched down in front of him to undo his fly. I was disappointed to find his cock to be only about 3 inches long. Talk about the other end of the scale. But in fairness to Q, it was rock hard, and his cock head was smooth and bulbous. He came in my mouth almost immediately, and it tasted good. He stayed hard after he came, so I carried on sucking it. He was whimpering, and asked me to stop, but I kept sucking. Eventually he came in my mouth again. I left him out there on his own to sort himself out, and I went back inside to VL.”

That night after we left the wedding, Didi asked me to go back to her place with her. So I did, and we had wild sex on her sofa.

Didi: “When we got back to my place, I was desperate to be fucked, and VL obliged. It was nice to feel his normal 6 inch dick after the extremes of earlier that day!”

It was a very interesting wedding, and I enjoyed it immensely, but not as much as I suspect Didi did!