Hooked
(Posted on Saturday, July 29, 2000)
This story was submitted anonymously.
My first real foot-sex experience was with a hooker. It has been years ago, but I still get a hard-on when I think of it. This is how it went.
I had worked late in my Amsterdam office until about midnight. A big job had been finished, so I felt both tired and sleepless. In this kind of mood, I sometimes do not go home to my wife and kids, but cycle past the windows where the famous Amsterdam prostitutes exhibit themselves. This usually makes me horny, so I locked my bike and walked past the windows.
It was a summer night, and I entered the shop of two illeague-hookers. I quickly make my choice for the one wearing sandals with bare feet, probably unconsciously. We went into a room at the back of the building, and she quickly undresses and lays down on her bed, stretching her long, beautiful feet. I tried to undress quickly as well, but am wearing more than her, as an office worker.
I complimented the look of her feet. "They're beautiful!"
"Don't you think they're a bit large?" She asked somewhat shyly.
"No, the size is lovely, with your long toes." I assured her.
This is all she needed to know. When I was completely naked -- I never leave my socks on with hookers ;-) -- she slid the condom onto my shaft, and shortly afterward her two feet were around my throbbing cock.
What a sight -- and a sensation! This is far better than a blow job or a hand job. It is beyond comparison. She slowly stroked my shaft until I had almost cum. Still hanging on to the old way of having sex, I wanted to penetrate her in the cunt. So we changed positions, but I wanted to feel, smell, lick and suck her feet while my prick pounded into her neatly shaved slut. Too soon, I explode in her.
This is the best sex that I have ever had. So I'm hooked to this hooker and returned the next night with double the amount that I had paid her for the previous night. She asked, "You want me to give you a blow job?" If you pay double the amount you get a blow job which is why she had asked.
"No. I just want to give you something extra because you opened my eyes with your soles and toes last night." I explained. "Let's just do the same things as last night, and maybe some more." This some more is activity by me: I surprise her with worshipping her feet, putting my big toe in her cunt, and generally acting as a boy in love.
That was a Thursday. I remembered it well. At the end when I had to go, she said, "Have a nice weekend!"
"What about tomorrow night?" I asked.
"I won't be working then." She told me.
I decided to come back for more the next week so that
I could enjoy my new infatuation from Puerto Rico. That's where she comes
from.
This story was submitted anonymously.