Foot Fetish Fun In College
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I'm pretty sure I first saw the video I submitted on the Pornhub site, and I'm pretty sure it had been anonymously uploaded. Otherwise, I would have let you know who produced it. One of the reasons I had downloaded it to get off on is because it reminds me on my college days when a classmate of mine allowed me to indulge my sleeping feet fantasy.

I don't remember the brand right now, but before she laid face down on my couch for the foot massage, I showed her a bottle of edible foot massage cream, and moisturizer. If I'm remembering correctly, it was cherry flavored.

With an amused look on her face, she asked with a laugh, "What am I getting myself into here?"

"Just an enjoyable foot massage," I told her.

"For you or for me?" She laughed.

"I guess for both of us," I admitted.

"Well, as long as you understand that I didn't come over here to have sex with you," she told me.

"I know you didn't," I tried to assure her. "That's not what I had in mind. I just like giving foot massages, and it'd be a pleasure to give you one since you have such perfect feet."

"Thank you," she blushed. "I do like to take care of them."

"I noticed," I admitted.

"And I noticed that you noticed," she laughed.

"Have I been that obvious?" I asked.

"Well, I don't know about obvious," she replied. "But I have noticed you looking at my feet more than other guys. Usually guys will look at my boobs or my ass, so I guess you're a foot guy. Am I right about that."

"Would you be upset if I told you I am?" I asked.

"Not at all," she assured me. "I actually like it when guys pay attention to my feet. I once knew a guy who liked to suck my toes. He was really into feet. Have you ever sucked a woman's toes before?"

"I have," I admitted. "I mean, when a guy has a foot fetish, shrimping is really hot?"

"That's what it's called?" She asked.

"Yeah," I answered. "It's called shrimping."

"Good to know," she laughed. "I never knew."

"So what ever happened to that guy who liked to suck your toes?" I asked.

"He was married," she answered, "but I didn't learn that until later on, which is why I stopped seeing him."

"That's too bad," I replied.

"I know," she told me. "I have to admit that I miss having my toes sucked."

"Good to know," I laughed.

"But I also miss getting really good foot massages," she said.

"Of course," I replied. "That's why I asked you over."

"Good," she said. "That's why I came over."

"Then I hope you'll close your eyes and relax to enjoy it in silence," I told her. "Talking can get in the way."

"I agree," she replied. "But before I zone out I have to tell you that I haven't had a lot of sleep lately, so I'm pretty wiped out. I might end up falling asleep on you, so I hope you won't be offended if I do. I mean, you obviously know how to give a really great foot massage, so I don't want you to think I'm not enjoying it."

"No worries," I told her. "I'd actually love it if you fell asleep on me."

"Really?" She asked. "It wouldn't bother you?"

"Not all," I assured her. "In fact, I kind of have a sleeping feet fantasy."

"Interesting," she replied.

"Yeah, I guess it's sort of because it's so naughty," I tried to explain. "Like if you were to come over her to take naps while I was out, and I came back during one of your naps, it'd be really naughty for me to play with your feet while you were asleep."

"You mean like if I was a sound enough sleeper, and I didn't know you were playing with my feet?" She asked.

"Yeah, kind of like that," I answered back. "But it would also be arousing for you to become aware of me playing with your feet."

"And when I do become aware?" She asked.

"In my fantasy," I answered, "you'd pretend that you haven't woken up, and you'd simply enjoy the pleasurable sensations of it all."

"That does seem arousing." She said with a little laugh.

"Good to know," I replied.

"Yes, good to know," she repeated. Then she added, "I'm not in a hurry to get back to my place, so feel free to take as much time as you like. But please don't feel obligated to spend more time than you feel comfortable doing."

"I'm glad you're not rushed to get back home," I told her. "After all, with feet as perfect as yours are, you won't have to worry about me wanting to stop anytime soon. Unless you want to of course, and then I'll stop whenever you want."

"Good to know," she replied.

"Yes, good to know," I repeated.

There was no more talking after that, at least not until both of us had fully enjoyed ourselves.

I had happily noticed right away that her feet were incredibly soft. She most definitely took good care of them. Her toes were perfectly pedicured, and her sexy soles were wonderfully wrinkled. Her size 8 feet were perfect.

I hadn't intended to take as full advantage of her feet as I did that first afternoon she had come over to my place, but her sexy feet were simply too tempting to resist. She told me afterward that she hadn't intended on staying as long as she did, but she was simply enjoying all of the naughty things I did to give her pleasure, including the great foot massage I gave her.

Not only did I give her a really great foot massage, which I know she appreciated and wanted, but I also spent a good amount of time sucking each and every one of her perfect toes. I also licked every inch, and every crevice of her wrinkled soles. Every once in a while she'd squirm a little, and let out a guttural moan of approval.

When I began to lightly tickle the soles of her feet with my fingers, she said in a low voice, "Hmmm, I like having my soles tickled."

Every once in a while I'd hold her feet together by firmly grasping onto her ankles with my left hand, and giving her soles a hard tickle with my right hand. Immobilized on top of my thighs, and unable to escape, the hard tickling of her wrinkled soles was almost too hard for her to take. So I'd only give her soles a hard tickle for short bursts of time.

It was around that time that I noticed she had unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, and had put her right hand inside of her jeans to play with herself. Her naughty masturbation inspired me to unbutton and unzip my shorts so that I could free my cock to place its cock head in between her soles. By then I had oozed a lot of pre-cum, which made a string of cum that stretched about a eight or ten inches long.

In less than a minute it seemed, while I was giving her wrinkled soles another hard tickle, and she was furiously resisting by rapidly moving her soles back and forth to give me a reverse solejob beyond her control, I suddenly released a load of cum that shot high into the air, and all over her soles, legs, and her back.

At the same time, she gasped out loud with her own intense climax as she enjoyed multiple orgasms that continued for an extended period of time.

"Oh my God!" She exclaimed. "What have you done to me?"

"We've obviously done it together," I told her with a knowing smile.

"That was intense!" She exclaimed again.

"It intense for me as well," I told her.

"I can't believe we just did that," she laughed.

"Me either," I replied.

"And to think I came over just for a foot massage," she giggled.

Our naughty foot fetish fun together was a time long before the term "friends with benefits" ever became popular, but that's what we became. She regularly took "naps" at my place, and I regularly took full advantage of it with her obviously happy encouragement.

With one interesting exception, after college we lost contact with each other. But one day a couple of years after we had graduated, I got a call from her letting me know that she had gotten engaged, and was about to get married. She was conflicted about getting married because her fiance didn't have a foot fetish, so he didn't pleasure her feet in any way, and he was kind of boring in bed even though sex with him was otherwise enjoyable, and satisfying.

"But are you in love with him?" I asked.

"I am," she answered.

"Then that's all you really need," I told her.

Our conversation was more than that, but that was the crux of it, and I had a good feeling she'd be happy being married to him. I hope that was the case.

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