Door To Door
(Published on Sunday, January 5, 2003)
This story was submitted by Marcus Reynolds.

I was sitting in my apartment watching television and eating my lunch, when I heard a knock at the door. I got up from my comfortable recliner and made my way to the door.

This had better the air conditioner that I had been expecting for three days. It was sweltering hot in my apartment and I had just ordered an air conditioner. They said to be expecting it any day, well that was three days ago.

I opened up the door and was shocked to see a gorgeous woman, standing there. She was breath-taking. She had shoulder length red hair. She looked to be almost 6'0" tall and probably weighed around 175-180 lbs. She was wearing a light purple, buttoned up blazer. Her skirt was also light purple, and was fairly short and it was showing off her awesome legs. She was also wearing suede, high-heeled shoes, that matched the rest of her attire. I looked down to see if I could sneak a peek at her feet, but the shoes covered them.

The reason I looked at her feet, was because I had a foot fetish. For as long as I can remember I have had a foot fetish. I had always admired the female foot. The were so sexy, I could get off at the word, "feet."

"Hello. Is anybody home?" she said.

I had been starring at her and had completely lost touch with reality and was daydreaming.

"Uh...yes, C'mon in." I said, still not knowing who the hell she was.

As she strolled across my living room, I checked out the backs of her legs. They were beautiful, not a blemish on them. I also noticed that her shoes were loose, because when she walked, the back of her heel would pop out of her shoe. Her feet looked great!

"Who are you?" I asked.

"Have you ever spilt something on the carpet, and not been able to get it out?" she asked.

"Excuse me."

"Everyone at least once in their life has, had a hard to get out stain on the carpet," she informed me.

Who the hell was this? And then it hit me like a ton of bricks, she was a door to door saleswoman.

"Are you selling something?" I asked.

"Yes, it's called, 'Stain Killer', and it works wonders," she said. "So how many bottles shall I put you down for."

I didn't have any money to waste on a worthless cleaner, but I didn't want to say no to her.

"Well...Um...I...Uh." I couldn't get a word out.

"Forget it. I can't sell this shit."

"C'mon, I didn't say no." I said.

"Yeah, but you were about to. Believe me, I know. I've walking around all day trying to sell this stupid garbage, and haven't sold one bottle. And on top of all that my feet are killing me."

Oh my god! As I said earlier, the mere mention of the word feet, and I went nuts.

"Would you like something to drink?" I asked.

"Sure."

"What would you like?"

"Forgive me for asking, but do you have any alcohol, of any sort?" she asked.

WOW! I could get this woman drunk and then get at her feet.

"How 'bout a beer?" I asked.

"Wonderful," she said.

I went into the kitchen to get her a beer, and when I came back, her shoes were on the floor, and she was giving herself a foot massage.

"I hope you don't mind, I slipped off my shoes," she said.

My cock became instantly rock hard.

"No, not at all." I said.

She took a swig of her beer and let out a sigh of relief.

"Would you do me a favor?" she asked.

"Sure."

"Would you mind rubbing my feet. They're so sore and tired, from walking around all day." she asked.

I couldn't believe it. This must had been a dream. This was too good to be true.

"Sure, I'd love to," I said and took hold of one of her gorgeous soles.

I began gently massaging her beautiful foot, ever so gently.

Her feet looked like they had been hand sculpted. There wasn't a blemish on them. Her toenails were perfectly painted a bright orange. She had an anklet on the foot that I was currently rubbing. She had a toe ring on the one that I wasn't. Her arches weren't extremely high, but they weren't flat either. Her heels were almost as soft as her soles. Her toes were the perfect shape and size, and her toenails were clipped to the perfect length. Her feet looked as if they had been taken very well care of.

"Oh, that feels sooooo good," she said.

"I'm glad that you're enjoying this as much as I am." I told her.

"How is this enjoyable for you?" she asked.

"Well, I...uh...have a ...um...foot fetish."

"Really?" she asked in a sly, sexy voice.

"Yes, but please don't leave, because I haven't been this close to a female foot in a while." I told her.

"Oh, I'm not leaving, honey," she said. "This is the best foot massage I've ever had."

We began to talk about my foot fetish. She really wanted to know why I liked feet so much. I filled her in on all the details, while still rubbing her feet.

She then must have noticed the heat in my apartment, because she took the beer bottle, which still had a little left in it, and began to rub it on her neck. She then un-buttoned her jacket, revealing that she only had a bra on underneath it. She began rubbing the beer bottle on her chest, leaving her chest slightly wet.

"Is this turning you on, honey?" she asked. "Oh, I forgot, you're already turned on by my FEET!" she said emphasizing the word feet.

"Right." I said mesmerized.

"My DIRTY, STINKING, FEET!" she said. My cock was now bigger than ever.

"Un-zip your pants!" She ordered.

I did exposing my rock hard cock. She began rubbing her milky, soft feet, all over my hard cock. As she was doing this she began to take her skirt off, revealing that she wasn't wearing any panties. She then took off her bra, and was now completely nude.

"How does my body look?" she asked.

"Spectacular."

"Do you like the feeling of my soft, bare feet on your cock?" she asked.

"Yes, more than anything." I said.

"Do you want me to jack you off, with my feet?" she asked.

"Yes." I said.

She wrapped her feet around my cock, and began to jerk me off. She grabbed her beer bottle, finished off the last sip and began prodding her cunt with the bottle neck. It was so sexy and hot.

She had almost gotten me off, when she stopped and demanded to see my feet. I put them up in her lap. She removed my socks with her teeth and began licking the bottom of my feet.

I then sat her feet down, pulled the bottle out of her cunt and inserted my cock. I fucked her like wild. Her feet were up in front of me, so I grabbed them, buried my face in them and began making out with them.

As I was ready to cum, I pulled my cock out, and came all over her face. She then came also on my couch.

"Well, honey I gotta' go," she said.

She cleaned herself up, got dressed and walked out the door and out of my life. After she left I noticed, that she forgot her briefcase, which she carried in with her. I picked it up and noticed it was very light. I looked inside and found nothing. What the hell was going on?

I ran into the hallway butt naked and stopped her.

"Hey, you forgot this." I yelled.

"Oh, thank you, honey." she said.

"There's nothing in here." I said.

She grabbed hold of my cock, which was still soaked in cum. When she pulled her hand away, it was wet also. She then licked her hand.

"I know," she said and walked away.

And that's my story.

Now, I have three friends, who I've told this story to, and not one of them believe me. This is  a 100% true story and I hope you believe me.

I don't know why she was there that day. Was it to sell something and she just forgot her stuff? Was it to get fucked? Did she know that a lot of guys liked feet, and knew that she had perfect feet, and came there to please me with her feet? Did she leave my house, walk down the hall to the next apartment, and do this to someone else? There are so many scenarios. I don't know which one is true.

Please e-mail me with any scenarios, or anything that you think may have happened. I would also like to hear anything you have to say about my story. Was it lame, or was it awesome. Let me know. E-mail me at toesucker14@hotmail.com.

Thanks for reading!