Authors Note
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This is a story written by Jennifer, one of my dedicated female readers (as if I have a lot of those). She has asked that I edit and submit her story for her. Since her feedback, and feedback from readers like her keep me going, I felt it would be a nice gesture on my part to grant her this request. Besides, I have noticed most foot fetish stories are written from the receiver's point of view and thought it would be nice to post one written from the givers viewpoint. Based on this alone I felt it was worth submitting. Those of you into this stuff I hope you enjoy the read, and feel free to email me your feedback. I will be sure to pass any and all feedback on to her.
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First I would like to describe what I look like and give a general description of what my interests are. On occasion men and women have told me that I am attractive. My name is Jennifer but I go by Jen. I am a 22-year-old straight female and stand approximately 5'8". My weight fluctuates between 130 and 135 pounds. I have shoulder length brown hair. I have been told my skin is olive in complexion (never understood what that is) I have size 8 feet, which I feel are too big. My legs are long and I have been complimented on them as being shapely and sexy. I am extremely active. I enjoy jogging and playing sports (volleyball, softball, and basketball.) Yes, I was quite a tomboy as a teenager and continue to keep myself in what I would like to consider fairly good shape.
My first experience with foot sex was with a boy I was dating in High School. I was in my junior year and active in sports as was he. Looking back now I was amazed at how quickly into our relationship he admitted he was attracted to my feet. I thought it odd, especially since I was self-conscious about my feet, feeling they were much too large. I gave my first foot job that night. After witnessing the affect my feet had on him and the end result of bringing him to complete orgasm as well as the feel of his hot seed on my feet and lower legs I was became hooked. I never missed an opportunity to get him off with my feet and toes. His infatuation with my feet was so great he never denied me the opportunity. We had regular sex as well, but it seemed we both preferred my giving him foot-jobs. Just the feel of his warm hard cock between my soles and toes excited me and made me hot. Watching the state of sexual bliss contort his face and how his body would lose control just before bringing him to orgasm with my feet gave me a sense of pleasure and control I never knew I could feel. Over time I had gotten so adept at recognizing his little body sounds and reactions that I was somewhat able to use my feet and toes to prolong his feeling of pleasure just before Cumming. I have to admit at times one could argue it bordered on torture as he created quite the commotion while pleading with me to finish him off. As sadistic as it sounds, I got a lot of pleasure out of it, as did he because it always resulted in a copious amount of cum covering my toes and feet. We remained together up until graduation and then parted ways. Since that time I have not been able to find such a sole-mate. I have no problem getting dates and I have a good time on most of them. However, I long for another guy who is into my feet. The feel of a cock between my feet and against my soles is something I greatly miss and long for again. Recently I came to the realization that I have to be more assertive and to take action if I am going to find such a mate. The following story illustrates my actions.
I was really hoping Joe would turn out to be the one. I had dated others, mostly pretty boys, I picked up or who picked me up during a hot night on the town. Most of them I wasted little time with. We would either end up at their place or mine, and during a session of heavy petting I would begin to work my feet into their cock and balls. They normally viewed it as a normal part of the petting and in essence not pay much attention to my actions. I figured someone who was into feet would immediately catch on to my obvious desire and waste little time locking my size eights around their cock and go to town pumping their rod between my arches to my hearts content. Ahhh, but such was never the case as the heavy petting usually ended up in a session of routine sex. Don't get me wrong I enjoyed this a great deal and my sexual desires were usually satiated, just not my fetish desire. The latter of which always left me feeling not quite full.
I really liked Joe. We had been dating for close to 9 months and I felt the time was quickly approaching for us to take it to a new level. Joe was not the best looking guy I had ever dated but what he lacked in looks he made up for in character and style. For starters he is older than I. At thirty-five he impressed me with his youthful outlook on life. Not to mention he had what I like to call a beautiful cock. By that I mean it was just the right size for me in width and in length. He was nicely circumcised and the head swelled to a smooth bulbous look when he got excited. His cock length (when fully hard) I would guess to be six inches, which I found to be just right for me. I often fantasized about using my feet to play with his beautiful cock.
Joe and I have been living together for the last 3 months of our relationship and we have pretty much settled into a routine. It was Friday night and we finished up the evening with a dinner and a movie out on the town. I had planned for this night several weeks ahead of time. I had pampered my feet and toes by soaking them and applying lotion to them every chance I got. I then capped it off with a pedicure earlier that day. My feet were silky smooth and supple. My legs were smooth as silk. I knew my legs turned Joe on and I hoped they would serve me well tonight.
When we arrived back at our apartment it was only 10:30 in the evening and so I went to the bedroom and took off my clothes. I threw on my bathrobe leaving just my panties on underneath and then made my way to the bar to fix us a nightcap.
When I returned I noticed Joe had taken his normal position in his leather chair and had begun to watch TV.
I walked over and handed Joe his drink. He looked at me quizzically asking, "Okaaay? Why the drink. What's the occasion sweetie?
Playing along I smiled and sat down on the thick leather armrest to his left. Facing him I placed my feet between his legs.
I ran my fingers through his hair as I leaned down and gave him a long kiss saying, "Nothing dear, just feeling frisky is all. Besides, looks like you could use a drink."
Joe leaned back and smiled asking, "So you want to fool around kitten?"
"Kitten" was what he called me when he was in the mood. I giggled and began to unbutton his shirt, "What ever gave you that idea?"
Joe leaned forward and raised his arms over his head as I pulled off his shirt tossing it on the floor behind the chair. I took of my robe tossing it behind the chair as well. He reached over and began to rub my legs pulling them into his bare chest. I began to slowly flex my ankles rising up on my toes and back down again pressing my feet deep into his crotch. Joe closed his eyes and continued to rub my thighs and calves occasionally kissing them. It did not take long before I could feel his cock growing and pressing through his pants against my right ankle. I raised my right foot slightly and began to press my toes onto his cock, rubbing them into the head of his cock. After a while I could tell this was getting him hot as I could feel his chest rapidly rise and fall against the side of my legs.
By the feel of his cock I could tell he was at full length and it was straining inside his pants to be set free. I reached down and unzipped Joe's fly and undid his belt. Joe did not waste any time in pulling off his pants. He began to pull his boxer briefs off but I stopped him by saying, "No let me."
I slid the toes of my left foot into the slit at the front of his trunks and my right foot underneath the front of the waistband and began to pull them down slowly.