My Footqueen Candy, Part 2
(Published on Wednesday, March 2, 2005)
This story was submitted by sunil_nair63@yahoo.com.

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Hi Friends,

I am back with yet another great time that Candy and I had together again.

It was a Sunday, and I had a holiday, so I thought of paying a visit to my friend, Candy who had just returned from Torono, Canada. She had gotten a few presents for me from Canada, and wanted to give them to me. I was more delighted meeting her than getting the gifts.

We reached her apartment at about 11:30 in the morning and she opend the door for me. As expected, she was in a stunning cool tight mini short half pants, and a mini top, which was just about covering her knockers. As usual, her knockers were looking stunningly bigger, and round in shape. For once I thought she must have done some surgeries in Canada to make them look better. But let me tell you, she does not have to do that as she naturally has the best of knockers.

I looked down, and almost immediately got a hard-on looking at her beautifully pedicured toes with toe rings, a thin designer anklet around just one of her ankles, and a nice tatoo on both of her ankles, which was most teasing. Her toes were painted purple, and this time she had grown her toenails a little bit, which was making all the more crazy about her feet.

I pretended to tie my shoe lace in an atttempt to have a closer look at her feet. She understood my trick and moved away. She sat on her bed, and took out all the presents, which she already had separated. She had them packed in a separate bag for me. While she was sitting on her bed, she had her legs straightened, and was almost touching my hip as I was sitting at her feet. I naturally could not show much intrest in her presents, and was more interested in touching her soft and smooth feet. I took the bag in my hand, and thanked her. I gave her a kiss as she extended her cheeks to me. She some nice perfume on, which was driving me crazy.

She got up to get me a glass of juice that she had brought back from Canada. As I was having it, she asked me if I was still crazy for feet, or if my fetish has changed. I replied without wasting any time that I was still crazy for them. I gathered some courage, and advanced to touch her feet, and carressed them. The portion of the bed where I was seated made some sound from underneath of the bed. She said, "Don't worry. It won't fall."

But I was not convinced. I wanted to have a look at the problem myself. So I laid down on my back on the floor with my face under the bed. She said, "Sunny, you are blocking my way to the kitchen."

I told her, "You can walk over me."

She asked in a naughty tone, "Can I walk over you?"

I said, "Yes!"

She asked me if I could take her weight. She said, "Sunny, I'm not light. I weigh about 120 pounds."

I told her, "Cool. Go ahead. I'll manage."

She got up, advanced towards me, and I could see her nice feet in those sexy heels. I could hardly wait for her to stand on me. She laid her first foot on me, and asked if she could put her other foot down. But before I could say anything, she put her entire weight on me, and stood on my stomach. Then she started walking up and down. While doing that, she asked if I was liking it.

In a gagged tone, I said, "Of course," as I was under her heavy weight.

As she started walking on me, she saw my cock getting rather large in my pants, and thought of getting a feel of it. She touched my manhood with her toes gently, and then started putting some pressure. After a few minutes, she started rubbing and pressing my already throbbing cock with some more pressure and weight. When she saw that I was enjoying it, she chose to stamp my cock with her full weight. I was feeling so good that I did not feel the pain at all. All I was worried about was whether or not my pants would stain from cumming, and I wouldn't be able to go home with the stain. Thankfully I held back my load until she asked me to get up, and sit on the chair while she was sitting on the bed.

She asked me take my cock out. I did that, and she instantly grabbed my cock with her feet. It was becoming difficult for me to hold onto my load any longer. She told me, "Sunny, it feels nice to have my feet on your warm cock."

There was a small bottle of some aromatic oil on the table, which she poured over my cock, and her feet. Now it was quite sloppy, and her feet were looking bright and shiny with her toes looking even more gorgeous. She carried on like that for about fifteen minutes until I told her in a loud and sulking tone, "Candy,  I'm gonna shoot."

She said, "Shoot, but not a single drop should be wasted on the floor. Please spray it all over my feet."

I obliged her, and she kept playing with my dick with all of the cum, and the oil until she was done with it. She got up, gave me a big kiss, and asked, "So, did you enjoy that my footboy?"

I replied, "I'll never forget this day," and then I sighed, "Aaaahhhhhhh!"

It was getting late when I left her house. She told me I could visit her anytime I wanted.

I'll write again more, but this time I must get some responses from ladies in India about their views on my story. I must thank Great Feet for publishing my story!

I would like ladies / women of any age, and from any part of the world to write to me about their feelings about my experience, even if all they wish to ask is something related to female feet, trampling, or footjobs. Please WRITE TO ME AT sunil_nair63@yahoo.com.