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As some of you know, I became a foot fetish mistress for
the $250 per hour I charge but also because my husband agreed to it
only if I share the stories with him.
I am presently sharing a story while we are laying in bed
and I am controlling his cock with my hand. He is laying on his back,
me on my side facing him and curled up beside him, my arms over his
legs and my knees next to his chest.
He’s got a woody. Phil gets so turned on finding out about
other guys who are as turned on by my feet as he is. It drives him
crazy. Normally I let him play with my feet and pleasure himself while
I fill him in on the details.
It began once when I let one of his friends play with my
feet on the couch pretending I was asleep. I didn’t get paid for that
though, and I had this pair of bunny slippers on and the friend
slipped them off my feet while I “slept.” He wanted to see my hose
toes and I rolled over and placed one foot on his lap, my toes pointed
inches from his penis. I could feel him sliding down in his seat until
my little round toe tips were pressed against his cock. It wasn’t long
before he came in his pants.
“He loved touching those perfect size 6 feet, didn’t he,”
Phil asked. I guess so, I replied and he began squirming as if to get
me to jack him off faster. I would not.
Another time I was paid by a father to crawl into the back
of a semi with a curtain in the middle and stretch my feet out under
the curtain for his grown, but slow, son to play with on his birthday.
Turned out his son was into tickling and the father was watching from
the front of the cab.
“You had to give him a footjob just to get him to stop
ticking you. But he didn’t want to stop. Oh, gawd. That was so hot,”
Phil said. He was right, the young man was getting carried away
ticking my feet and smelling my toes so I finally had to place a foot
on his crotch and that was too much for him.
“That was so fucking hot,” Phil cried out. I slowed down my
jacking as Phil was getting so hard thinking about my feet being
forcibly tickled by this man-child.
Today’s story is a bit of a continuation of an event at my
husband’s boss' house, when his 18 year old son made his way under the
tablecloth and began taking advantage of my feet. My husband was new
to the job and I didn’t want to make a scene so I mostly let his son
have his way with them. Everyone was chatting and having fun, so
nobody even noticed the discomfort I was in.
“Remind me what he was doing,” Phil asked, swelling even as
he said that. Well, I told him, his son purposely dropped a pen and
began stoking my elevated foot. My legs were crossed. Then he cupped
my toes and ran his thumb across my tiny toe pads.
“Oh, gawd,” said Phil and I began pumping his cock faster as
I told him but then released my grip so that my palms were barely
touching his manhood.
“Did he go under the table more?” You know he did, I said to
Phil. The second time the son again slipped under the skirt of
the table cover. This time while down there he gripped my soft smooth
and thin heel of my crossed foot in the palm of his hand. I tried to
pull back but could not without making a commotion and exposing the
son's obsession with my feet in front of his mother.
“Your feet are so cute, your toes are so straight and with
no space between each of the little treasures, and they descended
across at just a slight angle but at a straight line. He must have
been enjoying them. Pump harder baby, this is such a turn on.”
I actually slowed down a bit, because Phil can’t control
himself. “Okay you’re driving me crazy tell me what happened this last
time.”
Well, about a month later - just tonight - we were invited
back to the boss’s home and after a few drinks we went out into the
giant 12 person hot tub adjoining the deck. Everyone was told to bring
their bathing suits for such an occasion and we all left our clothes
in a spare room.
“You looked so hot in that little pink bikini. You’re in
such nice shape and your boobs looked plump and sexy. There wasn’t as
much cleavage as I would have liked to see but still…,” Phil said.
I began jacking him firmer but now much slower as he
described how he noticed his boss checking out my body, scanning me
from head to toes.“
I think he liked your size 6 feet. I noticed my boss checking
out your nice arch, and those pretty pink toes as you dipped them into
the water - testing for temperature.”
I slipped into the water first, followed by you and then the
boss. Finally his wife showed up. She is a short, thick woman and a
very nice lady.
“But her feet are huge,” said Phil. “What is she like 5’1”
and has like size 9 feet?” Not sure I said, never really noticed.
Behind the wife came her son. Their younger kids were inside
watching TV or in bed.
“The son that likes your feet!,” delighted Phil. I could
feel Phil get harder with the anticipation of his son trying something
with my feet again.
Let me explain at this point that the tub is not a
conventional hot tub, there were multiple pods built into the hot tub
like individual seating each across from another but in a semi-circle.
I was on the end and Phil was next to me. The wife entered at the
other end next to her husband’s seating pod, but the son came around
the tub and got into the water across from me.
“That made me so hot, seeing that he wanted to be across
from you. Unfortunately the water was so bubbly and deep I couldn’t
see a thing,” Phil said. “That was the largest and deepest hot tub I
have ever seen. It must have been five feet deep.
Well the boss grabbed a bottle of wine and handed everyone a
glass which he poured. The son had a pop that he set on the side of
the tub.
“Did the son try to play footsies with you?,” asked Phil,
who repositioned me a bit so he could pull one of my feet up to his
face while I was jacking him ever so slowly as I told him the story.
Yes. It wasn’t long at all. But did you also know that when
you boss came over to pour the wine the first time, that he placed his
foot over my toes?
“What?!”
Yes, and when I moved my foot under the water, his foot
moved on top of my little foot again.
Phil began placing all five of my little toes in his mouth
and I could feel his tongue working itself all over the tops and
bottoms of my toes while I let go of his throbbing erect cock, and
gently, almost imperceivably, began gliding my finger tips up and down
the underside of his aching penis.
“So both the son and the father noticed your feet?”
Oh, I would say more than just noticed them.
After I took a sip of wine, remember we all did a cheer. We
gathered in the center of the hot tub and everyone clinked their
glasses and your boss and his wife said a few words.
What nobody knew was the son didn’t join us but instead
submerged into the hot tub behind me and pulled one of my feet back
toward him. I looked back for a moment while he was coming up out of
the water. He pulled my leg back a little and bent at the knee placed
the sole of my foot against his hard cock which was inside his swim
trunks.
“Oh, gawd, no,” shouted Phil, pulling my toes from his mouth
long enough to groan in agony. I began stroking his balls and let his
cock just bounce around a bit in pain of not being able to release its
load.
He let go of my foot after about half a minute and went back
to his pod across from me as the toast broke up and everyone went back
to their seats. I was sitting very lady like with my knees together
and my feet on the base below my seat when I felt his ankles on the
outsides of mine and his toes behind my ankles pulling them toward
him.
He caught me off guard with everyone talking and laughing
after the toasts, and by the time I noticed he had pulled both of my
feet toward him and had his hands around my ankles.
“What did you do?” asked Phil, as he started nibbling on
each of my toes individually.
I tried to pull them back, I told Phil, and gave the son a
dirty glance but your boss asked me if we wanted to play a hot tub
guessing game at the exact same time that this was happening.
“I remember that. That’s when his wife wasn’t feeling well
and decided to go inside for some tums.”
Yes the boss slipped over across from you, remember and the
game began.
He asked the son if he wanted to play but he said no. That’s
because he pulled my feet up against his manhood and just rested them
there. I decided not to move my feet in case it further stimulated
him.
Truth or dare?, the boss said to Phil. Truth said Phil. Okay
the boss said, do you honestly like your new job? “Truth: I love it,”
Phil said. The boss exclaimed, come on now you have to tell the
absolute truth or do a dare.
“No I really do,” Phil said.
Knowing what was coming in the story, I clutched Phil’s cock
fully in my hand and began squeezing it in place.
Now your turn, the boss said to Phil.
“Truth or Dare?”, Phil asked the boss.
Truth he said. I began stroking Phil a little slower but
firmer now as I knew what his question was about to be.
“I saw you looking at Michelle’s feet as she was testing the
water in the hot tub. Do you find her feet attractive?”
Ah, no, not really said the Boss. Looking over at me he
said, no offence I am just not into women’s feet.
The son looked over at his father, and began gliding my feet
up and down his swim suit as the discussion went on. I seriously
didn’t know what to do. I mean I was getting my feet fucked by his son
and just a while back the Boss himself was playing footsie with me
under the water.
“All while I didn’t know what was going on,” Phil said. “The
water was so deep and frothy.”
I call bullshit, I said to the boss. He had a bit of a
stunned look on his face, raising his eyebrows in surprise.
I think you do think my feet are attractive, beautiful even.
As I said this I pulled my right foot from his son’s crotch and
pointed it in the air towards the Boss.
Okay you caught me, he said. You have pretty feet.
“Oh, shit when you pointed your toes at him I just about
lost it,” said Phil. “I put my hand in my lap and began flicking at my
dick while looking at your beautiful foot.”
That’s why you made the dare right.
“True. When he was caught not telling the truth, I yelled
Dare at him.”
What’s the dare, asked the Boss.
“You have to suck Michelle’s toes for one minute.”
The son released my other foot and turned to watch his
embarrassed father.
“Oh, gawd this is too much, stroke me harder,” Phil
requested.
I leaned back on the pod of the hot tub and pointed my feet
straight at the Boss, high, toes poking up out of the water. He took
me by both heels and made a yuck sound.
“Come on,” Phil said. “They aren’t that bad, and they are
good and clean.”
With that he began with the baby toe on my right foot and
kissed it and sucked it into his mouth. Then the next two toes made
their way in. He hesitated and closed his eyes. It tickled as he poked
his tongue between the little toes inside his mouth.
“Oh gawd, oh, gawd. Ohhhhhhhhh. Fucccccckkkkk!,” Phil
groaned. I placed some tissue over the tip of his cock and cum came
pulsing out and his muscles jerked over and over again uncontrollably.
The boss moved his way over to my big toes and placed both
of them in his mouth together. He enjoyed my big toes the most,
spending almost half a minute sucking them.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” Phil cried out after he
was finished cumming into the tissue. “I was going to town on myself
watching the boss sucking your toes.”
His son was too, I said. While his dad was fulfilling his
dare by sucking on my toes, I glanced over at his son. His right arm
was just going to town and his hand was pleasuring himself I presume.
When the boss got to the second toe on my left foot, he
began sucking my wedding ring off my big toe.
“That’s not really your wedding ring,” Phil clarified,
though he always liked to call it that in private.
“Buzzzzzzz,” the son said. “The minute’s up. Everyone back
to their places.”
The boss did a series of kisses across all ten of my little
toes and then released them back into the water, laughing.
As I slid back into my seat his son placed both of his feet
on top of mine. I moved them, he followed. I crossed one over the
other and he moved and cupped my toes on the raised foot.
“Did I miss anything?,” shouted mom, walking back to the hot
tub.
“Not a thing dear,” explained the boss. “No, nothing much at
all mom,” said the son while caressing my toes and squeezing hard and
painfully when I tried to uncross my foot.
“That’s good. Guys I am just not feeling well enough to get
into the tub, do you mind if we all went inside and played cards or
something?”
Not at all dear, said the boss.
“We could play Truth or Dare,” suggested his son, gently
giving my toes a little tickle.
Okay hun we’ll all go in now, said the boss, and everyone
dispersed, grabbing towels and heading toward their changing areas.
The boss, nudged me with his shoulder and reached his hand
out as if to give me something before we went it.
It was my toe ring.
