I Didn't Want Her To Know, Part 2
(Published on Saturday, December 28, 2002)
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I was nervous all the next day.  At least thats how I explained it to myself why I felt the need to relieve myself over and over again that day.  My ex-girlfriend, Michelle, now not only knew about my fetish, but knew everything about it.  I'm sure Whitney had told her everything I liked.  In fact, they had even watched some of my foot fetish porn.  I intentionally kept this information from Michelle while we dated.  Even when drunk I resisted the urge to lick her toes.  Now she knew everything; and she was coming over in a few hours.

I was so happy to have Michelle out of my life.  She was a compulsive liar.  She was vindictive.  Certainly, playing Whitney for this information was not above her.  Now she knew everything and was coming over, I just didn't know when.  I had a few beers to try and calm down.

Around 10:00 the doorbell rang.  There was Michelle.  She was 5'3", with shapely legs.  They were very toned, in fact.  She was half-Mexican, which showed in her dark tan.  My eyes were down when I answered the door, and I saw that her toes were a dark red, black in certain light.  She wore strapping black sandals, barely covering any of her feet.  I quickly looked up, not wanting to stare.  Her hair was up with a chopstick, as I liked it when we dated.  She had a shiney red top (matching her toes) with black pants.  I was both angry and aroused.

She was playing coy.  "Hey, what are you doing in on a Friday night, you big stud?"

"Please, as if you don't know.  So, you've been hanging out with Whitney lately?"  I retorted.

"Not as much as you have," she smiled.  She cut right to the chase, "So, how come you never told me that you had a thing for feet.  Didn't you like mine?"

I still had much animosity for her, "Maybe not, don't take it personally."

She laughed. "Thats funny, because Whitney told me you practically shot a load all over yourself when you found out it was me last night.  I must say, I'm flattered," she continued laughing.  Michelle seductively walked over to the couch and sat down.

I blushed as you only do when you are caught.  I wondered why Whitney would divulge that to her.  I tried to cover, "I think that was more a reaction to her, not you."

"Thats not how she tells it.  I bet if you take your pants off now, you're as hard as a bedpost.  I think my feet really turn you on, more than you want to admit."

She had me there.  I was rock hard again, and trying not to peer down at her beautiful feet.  She pressed.

"Go ahead, look down at my pedicure.  They did a wonderful job.  Now, I don't even need you to remove your pants to see, I can see your hard-on through them.  Now, stop being silly and sit down here.  I just want to fool around a little. We did plenty of that after we broke up."

Deep down, I knew the problem.  Now that she knew my secret, she could have me whenever she wanted, which meant, she was back in my life.  Nothing I could do.  Her feet were exquisite, and her evil demeanor just turned me on more.  I felt helpless, and that was a perverse joy for me.  I gave in and sat down.  She removed a shoe.

She said, "I remember asking you once if you had a foot fetish, and you lied to me.  Now I want to see you lick my toes.  I know that they look so good to you.  Come one, just do it."  I grabbed her foot, stroked it with my finger, and began licking all over the top of her foot and she squirmed slightly from the tickle.

"Ticklish?"  I asked.

"I'll get used to it," she replied, "continue."  As I licked I was lost in her feet.  Licking, sucking, nimbling.  I hardly noticed her removing my pants or me removing her clothing.  She noticed my dick was red from my repeated masterbation earlier.  "You really couldn't wait for me to come over today, huh?  You totally wanted this, admit it."

I didn't respond.  She kept her hands on my cock, and pulled her feet away from my face.  "Admit it, you love this.  You love my feet.  Admit it or you don't get them."

I bravely held out for all of three seconds.  "I'm so turned on by your feet.  Please!"  She then rubbed them down my face and plunged my cock inside her wet pussy.  I fucked her angrily while alternately worshipping each foot, and she loved every thrust.  She was howling with pleasure like she never did with me before.  Soon, I had a mind-numbing orgasm.

Afterwards, she continued her naughty tone, "Now, you can't be neglecting Whitney now, she's been so good to you.  I'm not sure where you're gonna have the energy though, cause you'll be cumming for my feet all the time."  It was hard to have a good comeback when I was getting hard again immediately.  She continued, "Hard again?  Well, maybe if you say you love my feet 10 times you'll get a footjob.  Maybe."  I was in for a long year.