Lorraine's Feet, Part 3
Lorraine's Feet, Part 2
(Posted on Thursday, March 2, 2000)
This story was submitted by BobFootNut.

Now that my lust for Lorraine's feet was out in the open and she didn't seem to mind, I could now openly discuss it with her. Unfortunately since she didn't want to risk getting my wife upset, she could not let me make love to her feet or pleasure me with her feet in any way without feeling guilty. Still, I knew that part of her desperately wanted to feel my tongue in between her toes. Or my cock slide all over the bottom of her feet. Or my cum ooze between her toes. Or my lips kissing every inch of her feet.

I was forced to satisfy myself as before, with her shoes which she left by the door when she came in and went upstairs to work. Or outside the door of her house. Or just my memories of her feet.

I thought of her feet every morning. Then one day when I was fantasizing about her feet and had a raging hard on, the phone rang. It was her. I blurted out that I was just thinking about her and it was funny that she should call. She said that she had dialed my number by mistake, but wanted to know what I was thinking. I answered her, "What else?"

She responded, "My feet."

"Right." I answered back. Then I proceded to do anything I could to engage her in a conversation about her feet as I quietly wacked off while she talked about her feet. This happened several times. She would call by mistake while I was thinking of her feet. I began to wonder, not that I minded. One day I asked her and she told me that she had a new client whose number was similar, but she sensed I enjoyed her little suprizes.

One day she came at her usual time and as was her practice, she slipped off her shoes near the door and went upstairs. Like a hungry vulture, I went for her shoes as soon as she was out of sight. I blissfully sniffed the inside of one shoe as I inserted my penis into the other and began to hump it. Just as my cum was was filling her shoe, I heard her comming down the steps. I quickly replaced her shoes, not having the time to clean them as I usually do.

"Hand me my shoes please." She said.

"Is anything wrong?" I asked.

"No. Someone must have spilled something sticky on the floor upstairs and I don't want to get it on my feet." She explained. I picked up her shoes, knowing that as soon as she put her foot in, she would feel my cum. But I Sidn't know what else to do. "Hmmm, it's wet inside. I wonder what that is?" She asked as she looked at me with a knowing smile. But she didn't seem to mind. From then on, I made no effort to clean my cum from her shoes. Also, each day I drove around to her house. If she wasn't home, I would deposit a load of cum in her shoes near her front door and leave them there.

I now openly admit my lust for her feet and when she calls she always discreetly gets me off over the phone while discussing her feet.

Foot sex is wonderful!