Blackmail, Part 1
(Published on Friday, September 20, 2002)
This story was submitted by Toby.

Toby sent us a subsequent e-mail to let us know that his story is of
course 100% fiction. Obviously, actual blackmail cannot be condoned.

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would not be accepted by our site as it deals with the idea of blackmail, which of
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Blackmail. Not the best way to satisfy your foot fetish urges, but it works. Let me explain ...

I grew up in a nice middle class neighborhood that had everything a kid could want. There was a park just down the road, and a lot of kids my age. My next-door neighbor, Jim was my best friend. He had a sister who was two years older than us, and like any big sister, she hated our guts, and we weren't so
fond of her. Her name is Kim. Don't get me wrong, Kim was hot, but she was a bitch.

I grew up hiding my foot fetish. I was always too ashamed to admit it to anyone.
Jim and I used to look at his father's porn together, but I had to play it cool. The closest I ever came to saying anything was when Jim and I were looking at a copy of an old Penthouse, and Jim said that he liked to see women with long legs and high heels. I whole heartedly agreed with him and told him that I was a "leg guy" all the way. Nothing was really ever said after that. But when we looked at the old magazines, if there weren't feet in the pictures, I wasn't interested.

I was interested in Jim's mom though. She was hot. All of the kids in the neighborhood had the hots for her. She was young, blonde, and so tan. Today I would say that she looked a lot like Kelly Ripa. Back then though, I didn't know who Kelly Ripa was. But while my buddies would say that they wondered what
her boobs looked like, I wasn't too interested. I wondered what her feet smelled like. She always had them on display. She loved to wear slides, sandals, strappy heels, some really sexy stuff. I spent most of my adolescence obsessing and fantasizing about getting close to her feet and shoes. I took every opportunity to stay over at Jim's just so I could be closer to his hot mom's feet.

One night was different though. It was near the end of summer and we were getting ready to start our freshman year of high school, and I was invited to stay over at Jim's once more before school started. I readily accepted. We swam, listened to music, and just had a good time. Jim and I set up for the night in the basement. At some point, I woke up having to use the bathroom, which meant that I would have to go upstairs. I groggily made it to the bathroom, noticing that there
was someone sleeping on the couch in the living room. I tried to be as quiet as I could so I wouldn't wake them up.

On my way back to the basement, I looked on the couch to see who it was, and was dumbstruck when I saw who it was. It was Jim's mom, Teresa. And she was laying on her back with her bare feet propped up on the arm of the couch. This was amazing! Her feet were just a few inches from where I was, and she was out cold. She had been drinking that night, and I could hear her snoring, so I knew that this was a chance that I probably would never get again.

I could feel myself shaking. I was so excited and nervous. I looked around. There was plenty of space for me to duck down by the arm of the couch and get a face full of her soles and if she woke, I could duck down, act like I dropped something, and then make my way back to the basement. It couldn't have been more perfect!

I also noticed that there were a pair of silver slides on the floor. My God! I was finally going to smell these feet! I picked one of her shoes up and held it to my face. It was heaven. I could faintly smell her feet. Mostly I could smell the leather of the shoes. It was the perfect mix.

I looked at the perfect foot in front of me. It was petite. She was petite. Her shoe size was a five and a half. Her toes were perfectly formed, with flawless nail polish of some sort all the time. This night they were a light purple. Her soles up close revealed what I had always suspected. They were smooth as silk. It looked as if
she had never walked on them in her life. My heart was beating through my chest. I swore that she would wake up from it.

I leaned in and put my nose on the ball of her foot. As I inhaled and savored the heavenly scent of her foot, I started to worry that she would feel my breath on her foot. It was then that I decided that I didn't care. I had to have these feet that I had obsessed over for so many years.

I held her ankles together and put my face in her soles. I ran my tongue around her heels, and up the soles. When I got to her toes, I sucked each one into my mouth. I could feel her feet twitch a little, but I could tell from her breathing that she was still asleep.

My cock was harder than I had ever had it. It was twitching wildly in my shorts, so I decided to free it. I didn't want this moment to end, but I knew that if I didn't want to get caught, I better hurry. It sure didn't take much. I buried my face in her feet, and stroked my rock hard cock maybe three times, and that was it, I stood up enough to still have a foot in my face, and erupted all over the other one. I shot so hard that I thought you could hear it.

I sat there for a few moments, paralysed from the intensity of the orgasm that I just had. Teresa didn't budge. She was still out cold, but her foot was soaked with cum. I had to do something about it, so I found a kleenex and mopped up the mess as
best I could.

After I cleaned up, I started to head back down stairs, when I was startled by a figure in the doorway. It was Kim. My mind raced. I had no idea what to say. Had she seen the whole thing? She was just standing there looking a bit disgusted.

"You fucking little perv. Who do you think you are?" She hissed in a loud whisper.

"What do you mean? I... I... I dropped something." I stuttered.

She certainly was not buying it. "Get the fuck out of my house before I wake every last person in here and tell them what you do to their feet while they sleep!"

She was pissed. I was so busted and there was nothing that I could say or do about it. I was so worried about waking Teresa, that I wasn't aware that there were other people in the house that could wake up.

I quickly hurried out and went home. I told my parents that Jim and I had an argument, and I wasn't staying over.

The next few days were tense to say the least. I stayed home and didn't talk to Jim for a few days. I had no idea if Kim told anyone, and I wasn't too sure that I wanted to know. I finally saw Jim on the first day of school. He didn't act out of the ordinary. I asked him if anyone told him what happened, and he said that Kim told him that I got sick. I was so relieved. But I knew that Kim wouldn't just let it go like that.

Weeks passed and I started to forget the whole thing, and was going about my normal buisness until I saw Kim in the hall walking to class with one of her girlfriends. I put my head down and tried to get past her as fast as I could.

"Don't look at my feet, you little sicko," She said quite loudly. They giggled as they went by. Thankfully there were not many other people in the halls at that moment. I had to avoid her. This bitch could ruin my life, and she was going to milk it for all it was worth.

I did a good job of staying out of her way for most of the school year, every so often I would get a sneer from across the crowded hall, and some giggles from
her friends, but pretty much that was all.

That year Jim and I stopped hanging out as much as we used to. We went to a big high school and didn't have any classes together, so we just sort of went seperate
ways.

It was near the end of the school year that I decided to see if Jim wanted to hang out, so I walked next door. I knocked at the door and didn't get an answer. So I
walked around to his bedroom window. There was nothing that would prepare me for what I was about to see. I could see Jim sitting on his bed, and a figure kneeling between his legs. He was getting head! Whoever it was was barefoot with her soles pointing right at me.

I couldn't believe it. I watched for a minute, and a brilliant thought came to me.
I had a polaroid camera in my room. I could capture this for my own viewing later on. I ran to my room, grabbed the camera, and raced back. I positioned myself behind a bush so I was out of sight from anyone on the street, and still out of
sight from inside. It was perfect. I got some great pictures of those soft looking soles. At one point she turned her foot slightly and I could tell that her toenails were painted a bright shade of red.

I took a bunch of pictures of her feet, and some of her sucking his cock. I was curious if she was going to swollow, spit, or what. So I hung around to see. I could see by the look on his face that he was getting ready to shoot, so I got my camera ready. He grabbed her hair and her head moved up and down faster and faster until he thrust his hips and pulled her head off of his dick and shot his load right on
her face. I was snapping away the whole time.

When they were done he collapsed on his bed and she turned for a kleenex to wipe off the cream that was dripping from her face. I was stunned. I took a picture and ran. It was Kim! Holy shit! Kim was sucking her own brother's dick. He even gave her a facial! I couldn't believe it. I even had to look at the pictures to double check.
It was. That bitch. She tortured me because she caught me sucking her mom's feet, but she sucks her own brother's cock!

I couldn't wait to confront her with this damning evidence. But how? I needed to think this one out.

To be continued...