Happy feet: A footjob story

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I had been obsessed with Hannah’s gorgeous feet ever since we first met two years back. She was truly a social butterfly, beautiful and lovely, but though her smile made my knees tremble, what had really rendered me unable to stop thinking about her were her small, pale, gorgeous feet.

If I closed my eyes, I could so vividly remember every time I’ve seen her taking her sneakers off, all those nights we watched a movie together, cuddling up on the sofa. The way she wiggled those little toes so adorably. We’ve always been good friends, but I wanted so much more. And the way she looked at me led me to believe she could want more as well.

But with my peculiar kink, I couldn’t dare make the first move, no matter how many times I pictured myself lying on the floor beneath her, those feet caressing my chest and moving up, up, up, toward my face. I wanted to lick them so badly, and I wasn’t certain if she’d be into that.

But tonight everything seemed to be leading us to that moment of no return when I finally confessed everything I ached to do to her. All the feelings that had been building up inside me. We had been at the bar for a few hours by then, and the friends we came here with had already found dates for the night. We were drinking side by side, giggling and joking, and oh, the way she stared at me made me feel like the room was spinning.

Hannah was flirting openly by then, resting her hand on my arm and beaconing me closer to her with those big, beautiful eyes of hers.

“Alan… when are you going to kiss me already?” she purred at last, her smile so warm, so inviting.

I wanted to kiss her so badly …but I also wanted to do so much more. Her feet obsessed me, I wanted to feel them on my chest, I wanted to lick her toes and soles, I ached to rub them for hours.

And so I did. I kissed her, our very first kiss. A passionate, sweet touch that turned into something far more intense before long. It was only a few minutes after that we jumped together into a cab, wanting to be alone, wanting to finally explore the feelings we had been hiding for so long.

We made out all the way there, barely able to keep our hands off each other. Her lips were incredibly soft, and her petite body pressed against mine so wonderfully.

Hannah and I rushed inside her apartment, and my head was spinning all over again. Would she let me play with her feet? I had to know. I had to give it a shot. 

“Mmm… I’ve wanted you for so long,” she purred as I helped her out of her pretty dress, and I flushed, grinning softly. 

“I want you so badly too… fuck, and Hannah, I have a confession to make. You are gorgeous, every bit of you, but your feet…”

“I know,” she said, kicking off her shoes, winking my way. I gasped, surprised by her words. “I’ve seen you staring at them so many times before.”

I was in heaven. I could barely believe my luck! She was perfect in every way, and I would get to enjoy her gorgeous feet, intimately, and sensually.

“Oh, Hannah, you’re incredible,” I grinned, and we fell onto the ground together, lost in each other’s arms, making out wildly as we got ready of all those pesky clothes. 

“Let me worship your feet, please. Let me show you how beautiful they are,” I whispered against her lips, and her smile made me swoon for her even further.

“I’d love that,” she purred softly, and I don’t think I had ever been so hard before in my life.

She sat up as I remained lying on the floor, and felt her feet rest on my chest, then start moving up, up, up. 

They finally reached my face, and I began peppering them with kisses. I took the time to smell her aroma, sucking on her toes, enjoying every single moment of this incredible experience.

“You like this, don’t you?” She giggled, moaning softly, and I knew she was enjoying it as much as I was. 

“I love it,” I grunted, and grunted with arousal as I felt her toes wiggle smoothly as I continued to worship them.

My hands traveled from her knees down her calves, caressing her soft skin, sinking my fingers against her thighs. I continued to caress further and further up her leg, until I reached that sweet spot between her thighs. She moaned sharply, while I sucked at her big toe, enjoying the way it felt inside my mouth. 

“Let’s go to my bed,” she purred, and I followed at once, my cock throbbing so badly it hurt. We kissed before she pushed me onto the bed, and I watched her climb on top of me, sitting on my stomach.

The very next moment, her feet were once more all over my face again, and I stared at those soles, those toes, her naked body behind those long legs.

“You have the most beautiful feet I’ve ever seen in my life,” I moaned out loud, rubbing my nose against the sole of her feet, inhaling deeply to enjoy her aroma. It was sweet and slightly sweaty, simply perfect.

I rushed my tongue up and down her feet, from the heel, moving up to the instep arch, the ball, and finally her stunning, tiny toes.

As I continued to pleasure her feet so passionately, as she moaned and gasped with desire, I began to jerk myself off with one hand, as I caressed her body with the other one. 

She rolled her toes over my face as I continued to masturbate with increasing arousal, panting with pleasure as I fingered her moist pussy.

I parted my lips and popped her big toe into my mouth, sucking on it and rolling my tongue as it tasted like a delicious lollipop. I took my sweet time with it and heard her moan and gasp as I continued to stimulate her toes further, running my tongue over the rest of them. I let my thumb roll over her clit harder, harder still until she was quivering from head to toes.

“Cum on my feet, Alan… I want to feel your seed rolling down my toes,” she purred, and I felt her slinging her body backward, until her feet were all over my cock. She massaged my already throbbing erection with her toes, playing with it between both her feet.

I finally reached the edge and fell over, reaching the most mind-numbing orgasm I had ever experienced in my life.

White, hot streams of cum rushed forward, landing square on her feet, adorning them like tiny pearls. She didn’t stop playing with my cock then, rushing them up and down my erection over and over again.

“Yes, yes, oh, god,” I grunted out loud, and I saw she was masturbating as well as she rushed her feet all over my dick. She was soaking wet, so close, right there at the edge, and she let herself fall, staring at her dirty, gorgeous feet in the process.

She was as into this as I was, turned on by my cum glistering on her pale skin. She moaned so passionately, staring at my cock, at her petite, pretty feet, mesmerized.

“Oh, Alan, Alan, yes!” she moaned, sinking her fingers inside her pussy, quivering so beautifully. Her toes bent, her sole arched against my dick. I could feel her orgasm washing over me through her feet. 

I stared in awe, feeling my cock still throbbing between her toes. This was the best night of my life, and I couldn’t wait to find out what else Hannah and I had in common now that we were more than just friends.

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