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My whole life I have thought I was different from other people in this world.I lived in a small town in the glorious bible belt where talking about ones sexual exploits, desires and needs was a taboo subject, punishable by ridicule and colorful teasing.

As far back as I can remember I had a foot fetish.And to tell you the truth I can remember back to the time I was three years old and I tipped over a Christmas tree, so to say I have always had a foot fetish takes on new meaning when you have had one since before you knew what a sexual desire was.

Those years of pent up frustration about it lead to my particular habits now.As many of you can imagine and remember, it is hard thinking hey! I am the only person who seems to be intrigued by a woman’s feet.Does that make me some horrible monster?It wasn’t until I was about to graduate from high school and toyed around with my fetish that I realized that I was not alone in the world.I learned so much from the college girls who were from other places and from one particular girl friend who was more than willing to share in my life style and taught me that there is a lot more going on than I thought, and that of course I am not alone.

And this story I am about to tell you is about one of what became many many encounters pertaining to my foot fetish.

One night I was at a hotel for a convention.Not a business convention because those are rather boring.This was a gaming convention.And for those who know what I am talking about, I need not explain.For those who have no idea, let me sum it up rather quickly for you.You know all those people that didn’t fit into your clichéd cliques in school and played a silly game called Dungeons and Dragons, they have a world unto themselves, and because they are so closed off from the rest of what is considered to be the norm, their sexual frustrations develop in the alternate life styles that so many people tend to frequent.In other words, once a gaming geek gets a steady source of sex, they go hog wild.And conventions are nothing less than a release for most of these people.That is if they are social capable.Some people there is just no hope for.

Anyway, back to the story.I was at this convention.I had travel out of town for it and I always tend to have a feel for the more dramatic of surroundings.SO I decided that this particular year I was going to get the penthouse suite at this hotel.Oh yeah baby, I was cruising in high style.Bar, sectional, two bedrooms, and a dining room.I had it all.I had also decided that this was a time and place to enjoy some partying of my own.So I decided to host a social for the entire weekend.Expensive?Yes.Worth it?Hell yeah.

Most of the people I know tend to be in the Goth scene.I am sure you know those people.Dress in a lot of black, wear strange clothes and seem to be right there on the edge of taboo.Some can be sultry and sexual, some can be umm… different.Me I fell into this crowd, not in the extreme but in a semi fashion.I am just a little too preppy to completely fit in.But they seem to think I am the coolest guy to grace their darkened morbid halls.Guess it is because I was one of the few black guys who ran with a bunch of jocks in high school, and accepted them and connected with them that allowed me to find a place amongst them.

If you ever seen a Goth girl parade around in her sexy black dress, fishnet stockings and knee high boots, then you can understand why I find them so appealing.Goth and punk mean two different things to me.But anyway, I decided to have a party.Much alcohol, and food.Don’t do drugs, so none of that stuff is allowed at my parties.Sorry, but I seen what it has done to good people and I will not allow it to happen to my friends on my watch.We were having a good time.The music was going, hotel security wasn’t being a bunch of pricks and I myself enjoyed being the dark lord of my domain.

Then I began to notice that almost every girl at my party who had worn shoes to the suite had shed them, and some didn’t even show up wearing them at all.And the carnival of a ped lover's delight began to catch my eye at every glance.I found it hard to even hold a conversation with so many female soles, toes, and arches spread about the rooms.Most of them seemed to have that, I just got a pedicure look to them.Some had that just slightly worn look, and I don’t recall a single one that was thick with calluses or covered bunions.No hammer toes, no ugly feet at all.I was happy as all hell.

Imagine it, you are surrounded by the thing that turns you on the absolute most.I mean the thing that gets you down in the soul.And imagine having your fetish tipped to a point where you feel as though you are about to lose control.I was there.I was enveloped in my fetish.Nothing but beautiful female feet surrounding me.Man I was about to be a goner.SO to keep my sanity I excused myself to my bedroom.I closed the door behind me and let the party continue.I stepped to the entertainment cabinet and pulled out my bottle of baileys I kept for “emergencies,”  and proceeded to pour some over a lot of ice.I took a seat in an arm chair and sipped in my darkened room.Oh for the dramatic.Typical Goth style right?Anyway I lit a cigar and tried to get the images of all those lovely feet dancing in my head to subside.It was like being a starving man at a banquet that you couldn’t eat at.It was too much.I sat quietly sipping until a knock came at my bed room door.And I proceeded to rise and answer the door.

Standing there before me was a beautiful young girl that I will call Felicia.She was a beautiful thing.She was Greek and Irish heritage I think.She had that olive complexion that sat so well with her dark hair and green piercing eyes.She had a cute little tongue ring that she played with a lot.She had full lips that I thought many time could turn a man’s shaft to goo when applied in the proper manner.I first met her when she was 16.I was 18 at the time and I wanted to take her for a test ride then.Now she was 21 and the hotness didn’t stop.

She reached in and hugged me and kissed me softly on the lips.That was her way of saying hi.

“Hey sweetie, why did you leave?”She asked with a voice that was so sultry I found myself growing hard from her tone.And imagine this is they way she always talks.

I smiled as I took her hand and brought her back into my room.“I just needed some time to cool off and think.”Was my reply.

“I hope I’m not bothering you.”

“Not at all.What can I do for you?”

She smiled that sexy smile she gave everyone.Her eyes seemed to sparkle a bit and I found myself wanting her more than I ever did before.Most of the time I could just pass up a girl without a thought.I mean they are human beings, more sensual and lovely than men but she is human.Little did I suspect I was about to be seduced.Oh the horror!Yeah right.

“Nothing really.I just wanted to check on you.You kind of left without telling anyone.”She said with a smile as she sat down in one of the chairs.

We chit chatted for a good while.Talking about this and that and what was going on at the convention and gossip.Not that any of that interested me when I noticed a little something about Felicia.Okay I should have been paying more attention, but I try not to look at a woman as merely a piece of meat, especially ones that I have known for a good while.She was dressed in all black, go fig right?But her dress was a long silky type, that stopped just above the ankles, and below that what did my eyes see.A pair of beautiful feet, covered slightly by a pair of lavender flip flops.

I wondered, how in the hell did I miss that.Of course it was obvious, I was looking her in those mystifying eyes the whole time I was talking to her.Not a bad trait I think, but a man with a foot fetish would glance down from time to time you’d think.Oh no, not when I was interested in the body as much as I was the feet of a particular girl.She is one of those thick girls.Got that padding in all the right places and just gets you thinking, man, during the days of the pin up girl she would have been awesome.Nice round breast that were just a little more than a handful, a thick backside that cushions you when you dive in deep, and a soft tummy that you can wrap your arm around and hold on to her the whole night and admire the softness.

I love women, their smell their touch, the whole package, so I never just settle for one type and that particular night she was my type.

But there before me sitting in a chair with her ankles crossed beneath the seat, were these gorgeous feet.They were kind of plump and shapely.I could tell just by looking that she had fairly high arches, and her toes, oh my god she had some of the most wonderful toes I have ever seen.The ones that make you just want to get down on your knees and suck them for hours.And my heart began to race, and my shaft took on a mind of its own.

We continued to talk, and I caught glances at her feet every chance I could.Then the magic moment happened.She started talking about how she had been walking around the convention center all day barefoot, and her feet were tired and sore.She mentioned the fact that I was known for giving one hell of a massage, and asked me if I wouldn’t mind doing it.

Do you really need anymore of an invitation than that?I think not.

So I of course agreed.Damn straight I did.And as she put her foot into my lap she giggled just a bit.Should have been my first clue.But oh no, the blood had left my brain and gone down south for a warm and intoxicating visit.

And my hands went straight to work.I felt the smooth soles of her feet.They felt like glass for some reason.Like they had been polished and I realized it was from the pounding they had taken walking on that not so soft carpeting of the convention center.And to my surprise, despite the fact she had been barefoot most of the day and when she wasn’t she was wearing flip flops, her feet had this wondrous aroma.That sweaty scent that women sometimes get.That intoxicating perfume of pheromones and dainty women scent.The perfume of foot fetishist desires.

“You have nice feet.”I said concentrating on what I was doing.

She giggled again and smiled, “Thanks, but I was a farm girl growing up. I went around everywhere barefoot, so my feet have gotten wide and ugly.”

Oh I wanted to say, are you crazy?!These feet are awesome.I love the way they look.So they are a little wide.She was tall for a girl, so them being a little big was expected. But the cool side of me said, “I don’t think their ugly.I like the way they look.”

Once again I was greeted by that mischievous giggle and smile. “Thank you darlin’.I am glad you like them.”And then accidentally she shifted and her toes rubbed against the shaft of my rod.

“Oops, sorry hun.”She said with another giggle.

I just shrugged, hoping she didn’t realize I was hard.“You didn’t kill me so it is all good.”

SO she settled back into the chair and let me enjoy the massage and the scent rising from her feet, all the while my cock was throbbing to get out.I said to myself, take the thrill while you can get it.Don’t push your luck.

And after a good half hour, she was almost asleep and I couldn’t stand it anymore.So I lightly tapped her soles to let her know I was done.“Alright sweetie, I think I have massaged out any and all soreness for the next few weeks.”

She giggled and said, “I think I should take your hands and have them bronzed.”

“Then I couldn’t give any more massages to you.”

“True.I guess I need to leave them alone.”She laughed.

She kissed me softly again and we both headed back to the party.I noticed her beautiful aroma had covered my hands, and instead of washing them off right away I kept it with me for a bit.Scratching my nose like it itched every now and then, catching whiffs of that sweet smell.I felt like I had gotten he upper hand from that, but I was in for more of a surprise.
A little while later she walked up to me and hugged me.“Thank you for the massage.But I got to find a room now.”

“You’re welcome, but why do you need to find a room?”

“I was just coming to town to visit and then head back home, but now I am a little drunk and I can’t drive back. So I don’t have a room and I was thinking of crashing soon.”

Ding ding ding ding.Attention all engines, we have a four alarm in the groin area.My bad conscience angel said, “Dude, whatcha waitin for?”And my good angel said “Hey hell with him, let’s do this.”

“Well since I got the room, you can crash here.I got a huge bed, I could sleep on one side and you on the other.Or I can take the chair.”Oh I was so smart, damn I was so clever, and damn I was being played.

“Oh I can’t let you sleep in the chair, we can share the bed.”

So we went back in my bedroom.Oh the humanity.I was about to violate this poor young thing.Or so I thought.I thought I was in control, but I never would have guessed that she was planning this the whole night.

As we undressed, and I was standing there in my boxers, and she was in nothing but bra and panties, she looked over at me and smiled.“I like to sleep in the nude.Hope you don’t mind.”

“Of course not.I’ve seen naked women before.No big deal.”Lie, dirty lie.It was a big deal.I wanted to see her body so bad by then, I could hardly contain myself.And the fact that she wanted to sleep nude, dispersed the problem of having to find a way to get her there.

Trying to come across as a gentle man I told her I would keep my boxers on to make sure nothing bad happened.And before we knew it we were both in the bed.

“Do you mind holding me?I like to be held when I sleep.”Came from her side of the bed.

“No not at all.”I said with a chuckle.Oh man I was in there.Now I just have to play it smooth.

I held her for a bit and then I lightly ran my fingers down her arm.I could feel the goose bumps rise across her skin.I was so happy.One of the things I look for in a situation like this is a sign of arousal.And goose bumps are a good indicator.“I’m sorry, I like the way your skin feels.If you want me to, I will stop.”

“Nah, it feels good.”She whispered softly as I felt her almost hot feet, rub lightly up and down my leg.

Oh another sign of good lovin to come.The soft rub in a sensual situation.“Then I will do it until you fall asleep.”

With that mischievous grin her gorgeous eyes looked over at me.“Not much chance of that hun.”

“Oh really?”I said with a smile.

“”Nope.You have a foot fetish don’t you?”

Okay we have lost sight of target, situation has become unstable.What the hell?Where the hell did that come from?Just out of the blue.No warning, no leading up to it.Just a grin and a twinkle in the eye as she said it.Now here is a turning point.I was at her mercy now.I had no answers that seemed plausible, and no way of recovering my now lost composure.

“Am I that transparent?”I asked.I didn’t know what else to do.I mean she was cool with it, it sounded and she definitely seemed to be enjoying herself, when she said it.

“No, but I do pay attention to you.I noticed a few glances here and there, and in here too.That and you give such incredible foot massages, that you have to love feet.”She said with a smile as she rolled over to me.I could feel her erect nipples pressing against my chest, and the cool touch of the bar bells she had piercing them.

“Oh so I am not your first foot guy?”

“Actually you are.I am just into the fetish scene and always wanted to try out the foot fetish, but never had a guy who had one take me to bed.”

“Oh that so cool.”

She giggled again and kissed me deeply and firmly.I could have died right then.Of course that would have sucked, but I was happy.We played around a bit.It was an incredible session of fore play.Kissing and nibbling and biting.She told me I had to be rough with her, because that was the way she liked it.So I threw her around like a rag doll.I am a pretty big dude.Being a former jock was useful sometimes.

I mounted her with a huge smile and she looked up at me expecting the usual missionary position.But I wanted the foreplay to continue.So Instead I slid my cock between her lower lips and let it glide back and forth across her clit.The whole time I was sniffing on those cute feet and sucking the saltiness form her toes and sole.I kissed them like I would any lover.Long passionate and eagerly.

The sensation is great and I really enjoy doing this.She was moaning and cooing and I was letting my own pleasures be known I am sure.And just as I felt the climax about to come on, I stopped and slid down in between her legs and began to eat her out like I was a starving man slurping up the last remains of a good meal.

And then the incredible happened.Her legs were strong, oh my god were they strong.She began to grab my hair and push me back with her legs.Whimpers poured out of her, and she let out a passion filled moan as I felt her juices squirting out of her and across my cheek.Now this was a first for me as I recall.I never given a woman a squirting orgasm before, or at least not that I can remember.But you got to understand, one of the things that pushes my buttons is the fact that my partner enjoys it.If she cums then I am doing something right and the power trip kicks in.And I don’t want to stop.And I didn’t.I kept slipping my tongue in and out of her., like it was my cock thrusting deep in her.My fingers move in to press lightly and rub her g-spot. And I use my lips to massage her clit while I am working the inside with my tongue.And finally she grabbed my hair and pulled me up.

“I can’t take anymore.”She whimpered softly.

So I gave one last lick just to see her body flinch and then rose to the top to kiss her.She kissed me like a long lost lover, but my cock was throbbing and protesting the lack of attention.

“Now it is your turn.I want to know everything about your foot fetish, because it is so cool.The sucking on my toes part almost got me to cum.”She said regaining her second wind

“Not a problem hun.I will take you through the whole deal.But it may take more than once.”I wanted to be sure she didn’t mind doing this.And hopefully we could do this again.

“That’s fine, but I got to warn you.It’s been four years since I’ve been with a man.I usually only have sex with other girls.”

Now before anyone says oh man you’re lucky, let me just say this.I am not turned on by this in the least.Being bi is cool, but I am not one of those guys who sit and watches girl on girl action.Sex is not a spectator sport.And if I got to watch then I am gone like the wind.But there was no other girl involved so on with the festivities right?

“I’ll be gentle.”I said with a smile.Yeah right, like I was in control or some shit.

I told her that I enjoyed the reverse footjob the most.You know, soles up.And the whole while she was stroking my cock lightly with her toes.She then flipped to her stomach and giggled.I had to run and get some lotion from the bathroom.Of course saliva would have been a good lube, but I had dry mouth form all the downtown dining and not to mention my dick was going to be there and lubing it up with my own juices after sliding through a couple of times had no turn-on value for me.To each his own.

So after getting her soles all nice and slick I stood at the foot of this eastern king size bed and she proceeded to experiment.We both liked it rough so she played with that a bit.Grabbing the head of my unit between her toes, squeezing it lightly and then letting it go.Then she started to rub the soles of her feet lightly across my nut sack.The sensation was awesome.My balls were aching to release, and I do mean aching.

She was pretty quiet now.She was looking for approval for what she was doing and some feedback on how to improve her novice technique.And for a novice, she was doing a damn fine job.She then slid up on the bed a bit, so that only the balls of her feet were rubbing into my nut sack, and she massaged them firmly like this.Not so hard that it actually hurt, but hard enough to make for some rough play.And then a stream of pre cum jolted out and she let out a giggle.

“I think you like this.”She said with a grin.

“I think you’re right.”I said with a deep sigh.

Man I was loving it.Pre cum was pouring out of the head like a faucet.When she finally decided to get serious, I was sure I wasn’t going to last too long.

Now the most sensitive spot of my penis is the seam that comes down underneath the head, and stops just at the line of my circumcision.And much to my happiness she found this all on her own with no instruction.Her toes began to play with my spot, caressing and feeling their way along.She was prolonging my release by teasing the hell out of my cock.Pre cum spilled all over her soles as she would wrap her toes around the head of my cock and lift it up and then let is sling back down and slap against her feet.And as she flexed her toes and waved her feet through the air, that beautiful aroma of female feet kept sprinting to my nose.

She could feel my cock throbbing on her feet and she kept casting mischievous grins back at me.Finally she looked back at me and said in her sultry voice, hot with lustful malice.“Don’t you want to cum?”

I nodded and gave an affirmative grunt.

“Really?Are you sure about that.”She said grinning

Oh god the teasing, the loving sweet malicious teasing.I nodded again more desperate.“Yes.”Was all I could croak out.

“Then cum.”

Don’t have to tell me twice. I fire so hard my nuts hurt.I mean in a good way, but there was some serious aching going on as they strained to release their load.I came so hard I hit the head board and came across her back.Peter North would have been envious.Hey I can hope right?

After the draining, my gonads ached something fierce.She was all giggles and happy.She looked back at me and asked with a laugh“Feel better now?”

“Damn straight little girl.” I said with a raspy voice as I climbed back into the bed with her.

We held on to each other and talked until we both drifted off to sleep.During one of my bathroom visits during what was now the day, I noticed her foot sticking out from the covers.I leaned down and sniffed it lightly.Making sure to get between the toes were most of the scent is held.Oh the lotion and the cum hadn’t altered that wonderful smell.So in a renewed fit of carnal pleasure, I had to rub one out on her toes.

However I am not foolish enough to say I got the upper hand on that.Her toes did an awful lot of spreading and flexing as my cock glided across them for someone who was suppose to be asleep.But hey it was fun for both of us.And it was not to be our last time meeting like that.We discussed it and we knew that we were not going to be boyfriend and girlfriend, but being fuck buddies was a great idea.And the next time we would experiment more.But that is a story for another time.