Beauty Is Only Feet Deep
(Published on Monday, April 25, 2005)
This story was submitted by Michaeldogod.

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Editor's note: We love all women, and beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.

I really hate ugly fat women. I don't mean to sound rude but thats the way I feel. In high school I only dated the creme de la creme. Most women considered me to be a ladies man, and I can live with that. Every dog eventually has his day, so its only fair that I mention Tandra.

Tandra is an unattractive, overweight woman with the sex appeal of a phone booth. She's 26, medium height, a greedy 215 lbs., and has facial hair on her chin and upper lip (a real cuttie pie). Tandra and my sister are best friends. She lives around the corner and is always at our house. Tandra is actually two years younger than me but her unkept appearance forces her to look older. She  wears baggy clothes to hide her obese body, and her hairstyle is less than decent. To make matters worse she's very outspoken and on some levels conceited. I didn't know why someone so unattractive wanted to draw attention to themselves, but I never gave her the time of day to find out.

When I first met Tandra I was dating this "bombshell" named Linda. Linda was a very pretty women with the body of a goddess. We were dating for three months before we finally had sex. The pussy was good but Linda was a prude when it came to the freaky stuff. I have a slight foot fetish, (or thought it was small), until my lust for feet entered the next dimension. Linda's feet were cute, but she didn't pamper them the way she should. I would often hint to Linda about her feet, but she would change the subject or brush me off completely. I didn't want to come off like a pervert, but she had no idea how much I desired sexy feet.

One day, Linda and I were at the mall and she decided to buy some shoes. I was watching Linda's dull feet try on different heels, when my sister and Tandra walked over. I said, "Whats up!" and went back to my thoughts. All of a sudden I noticed Tandra  taking off her shoe. I almost  walked away, when to my surprise, Tandra removed her sock, revealing the sexiest foot I'd ever seen in my life. Her foot was a gorgeous 5 inches, very plump with an unusual high arch. Each one of her toes were chubby and accentuated the frame of her foot perfectly. There was a gold toe ring on her middle toe and this beautiful shaped mole on her succulent instep.

I began to fantasize about Tandra's feet and was now earthquake hard. Tandra had  became the oxymoron of everything I found sexy in a women. I realized I was staring at her foot too long, and decided to get up and catch my breath. I had on sweatpants and my dick was just a little too hard for comfort. I didn't want to expose my stiff neighbor, so I waited until the girls were in a deep conversation than quietly walked away. Once I had a quiet place to think I reviewed the images of Tandra's sexy foot over and over in my head. The fact that I was genuinely repulsed by Tandra only heightened this erotic desire I had for her feet. I wanted to go to the bathroom and slap my monkey, but I knew Linda would be looking for me. I returned to the shoe area where Linda was still trying on shoes. Tandra and my sister were now gone and emptiness came over me.

Later that night I dropped Linda off and went home to relax. It was an early night, but I had this uncontrollable urge to jerk off. When I walked in the house Tandra was sitting on the living room sofa. Her clothes were a hot mess, but when I noticed she was wearing the shoes she'd bought from the mall, my heart squeezed into my dick. Tandra was dressed in a plaid flannel shirt, some old baggy jeans, and these sexy high heel stiletto pumps encasing every sexy feature her foot had to offer. Now that her toes were more exposed, I could see that she had on this light ultra violet toenail polish; French pedicured. I must have been staring to hard because she crossed her legs with an attitude and snapped, "What the fuck are you looking at?!"

Her stiletto was now dangling on her foot and flopping off her heel. I attempted to be cordial and complimented her shoes. She folded her arms, looked me up and down with a smirk and asked in her soft raspy voice, "Anything else on your mind?"

Her question was way too tempting for me. I didn't want to explain myself, so I changed the subject, "What are you doing here by yourself?"

She explained that she was locked out of her house. Her parents were out of town, so she'd probably stay the night here. Just by the tone of Tandra's voice I realized that this bitch was not feeling me. I always knew I wasn't fond of Tandra, but it now occurred to me that if I really wanted to suck her toes, I couldn't. The challenge of it all made my head race but I knew one way or the other I had to fuck those pretty little feet.

I went to my room and pondered several tactics I could use to have my way with her feet. Only one seemed possible, but it was very risky. Since Tandra was staying the night I could sneak back into the living room and fondle her feet while she was asleep. This was the only way I was going to have my cake and make my milkshake. It was only 8:30 p.m., and I still had at least four hours until Showtime. I felt like a sick mental patient, but I figured it would make more since after I came on her feet.

Fortunately I fell asleep early and woke up around 1 o'clock. I almost forgot why I was so horny, and then realized I was on a mission. I jumped out of bed and slowly walked towards the living room. The lights were off, but the television was still on. I didn't want to look suspicious, so I calmly walked into the living room and pretended to turn off the T.V. When I saw Tandra on the sofa asleep, my dick became very excited. I left the television on for extra light, then slowly creeped towards the sofa. There she was, laying on her stomach and fast asleep. Her face was buried in her arm and both legs were stretched out. One foot was underneath some pillows, and her other precious foot was resting on the arm of the sofa at my disposal.

Tandras teasing days were almost over and I had every intention on making foot fetish history. I studied her breathing for a few more minutes than finally worked up the nerve to touch her. I stood next to the sofa so that my leg would accidentally touch her exposed foot. I only wish that I was wearing shorts so that I could feel the hot flesh of her foot on my skin. When she didn't wake up, I decided to go for the kill. I studied her breathing some more, then gently bent over and inhaled the aroma of her sweet little foot. The intoxicating smell of her toenail polish and sweet foot lotion was the final jump off. I quickly loosened my belt and unzipped my trousers.

At that very moment Tandra moved her foot off the arm of the sofa and was now curled up in a ball. Both feet were tucked underneath the pillows and her eyes were wide open. She didn't say anything, but I could only imagine what she was thinking. Her calm demeanor led me to believe she knew what I was doing all along. My pride wouldn't allow me to crawl under a rock, so I decided to take the high road and sat down on the sofa.

Tandra instinctively moved her feet to a safe distance than asked me in a sharp tone, "Who do you think you're fooling?"

I didn't quite understand the question, but anything sounded better than "I'm calling the police". I almost offered her an apology, but figured that would be too much like a confession. I decided to play it cool and let her finish talking.

"I'm not stupid. I know all about your little foot fetish. You've never said shit to me before and now your stalking my feet!"

At first I looked at Tandra like she was crazy, but when I realized my pants were still unzipped, I decided to let her continue.

"The only thing I don't lunderstand about you foot fanatics is that you try to be so sneaky about it. You stare at women's feet like horny fucking vultures, then actually believe no one else is going to notice. My Ex-boyfriend had a foot fetish; and trust me, He made an example out of my feet every chance he got."

I don't know what shocked me the most, the fact that this ugly bitch once had a boyfriend, or that some lucky stud had his way with her pretty feet. At this point I really didn't care; My face was red, my balls were blue, and I had a snowman in my dick. I took one look at Tandra's face, and realized I was way over the edge. If being her boyfriend meant I could have my way with her chubby little feet, then I was ready to commit.  In the most sincere gesture I could think of, I grabbed Tandra's hand and asked her to give me a chance. I was surprised that  she didn't tell me to go to Hell. Instead, she suggested that I get some sleep, and we could try breakfast together in the morning.

That sounded cool, but I still had one problem. My dick was stiff, and I need some special attention. Tandra still didn't trust me, but she allowed me to take out my cock and stroke myself. As long as I didn't touch her, she was willing to watch me lose some calories. My dick was already dripping with precum, so I lubricated my shaft and went to work. I could still smell the aroma of Tandra's feet, and I became really stimulated. I was horny enough to break a record, and I needed this funky bitch to watch me push my skin back!

Tandra stared at me like I was the Exorcist or something. When she saw that I was ready to blow my cookies, she gently placed her feet in my lap. I closed my eyes and listened to the sound of Tandra's chubby feet rubbing together, "Fucking cock teaser!!"

I grabbed Tandra's foot, but it was too late. By the time I had her soft chubby sole in one hand, my other hand was pumping a greasy load of white cum all over the place. She watched as I helplessly moaned in ecstasy and emptied the rest of my sugar. A little sperm landed on the tip of her toes, but she pretended not to notice.

Tandra removed her feet from my lap, and nonchalantly laid back down. She wouldn't dare go back to sleep, but she was done with me for the day. I zipped myself back up and retreated to my room. I was now exhausted and needed my beauty sleep. I had to get up early and explain to Linda that we were breaking up. Not only was Tandra an ugly fat pig, she was now my my number one ham.

I dedicate this to the love of women's feet. If anybody is interested, they can email me at mayhemdagod@yahoo.com. I really look forward to your response.

Sincerely yours,
michaeldagod.