Leave My Socks On

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"Not my socks! Leave them on!"

I was already inside her, pumping away, trying to hide my foot fetish. "You're sure?" I took my hand off her socked heel. I was so ready to rip them off. I could tell her toes were curling inside those slightly damp, white socks.

"They smell!" I think my dick got bigger when she said that.

"I don't mind." What I really meant was, please let me sniff your toes. Then she grabbed her socks, trying to protect those hidden feet. She didn't know she was making me hornier, looking like a porn star spreading her legs and grabbing her toes.

Fuck it. She told me to leave her socks on, but she didn't tell me not to smell them. I grabbed her ankles, pressed her socked soles against my face and took the deepest breath. My balls started filling up. There was no going back. Especially when I wasn't expecting such a pungent aroma with her socks still on. My foot fetish brain couldn't handle it anymore. "I'm gonna fucking cum!"

"Me too!" She still hadn't pulled her feet away. In fact, she was actually pressing them against my face. The feeling of her scrunched up toes digging into my face, made me cum so hard. I could only imagine what she could do to me with her socks off. "I'm cumming", she shouted, crying in pleasure. "Fill me up!"

I came so deep inside her. "Ahhhh I can feel the cum", she screamed in ecstasy. And with that I finished with one more spray and we both collapsed on the bed next to each other. Hopefully she didn't notice me sniffing her socks like the foot slut I am. Maybe she'll think my face just kinda ended up there, by her feet.

"I haven't been fucked good by a big dick in so long." Okay, so far so good. She didn't mention the foot or sock thing yet.

"That felt so good. Damn your pussy is tight." She sat up.

"Can I ask you something?" Oh shit, she noticed me inhaling those sweaty socks on her feet.

"Well it just seems like your face was really close to my feet when you were coming. I felt kinda bad for you because I know my socks are sweaty. I'm sorry I put my dirty socked feet by your face. I'll try not to next time. Hope they didn't smell too bad."

I was gonna say, "they smell incredible." But knowing I was in the clear so far, and because I really liked this woman, I wanted to hide my fetish for a little more. But I know it couldn't last. I like feet too much. However, I was content and surprised that she blamed herself for the whole feet in my face thing. Damn, she's submissive, apologizing like that, for nothing. Submissive and embarrassed to take her socks off. I could work with that, to say the least. To hide my slowly-being-revealed foot fetish, I said, "I didn't even notice. I was so in the moment."

"Me too. With a big dick shoved that deep inside of me, I just lose control. Barely know what's happening in the end."

"So you wouldn't notice if your socks came off?" She's gonna find out I like feet anyway.

"I was cumming so hard, so probably not. But be careful, the smell of my feet was always a turn off for my last boyfriend. So just leave my socks on for now while we fuck. I don't want to scare you away with my stinky feet."

Did she say, for now? So at least she's open to taking them off one day. But the other word she said made my dick go up immediately - "stinky."

"Well your ex definitely missed out."

"On what?"

"This." I grabbed her ankle and without hesitation I took the deepest whiff from her sweaty socks. The smell put me in a trance. And her feet weren't even bare yet.

"I see you like feet."

"I really really like feet."

As I was pulling on her sock, ready to see those beauties, she said, "Still not gonna take my socks off when we fuck. I'm gonna drive you crazy. Even if you beg and beg, I still won't take them off." Hm. Not so submissive after all.

Then she leaned in my ear and said quietly, "As long as my socks are on, you can do anything you want to my feet."

This was gonna be a challenge, but the denial was making me crave her and her feet even more.

"Go ahead foot slut, sniff my socks." She shoved her feet right in my face. Her powerful foot aroma reached my nostrils again before I even went in for a sniff. "Don't be shy, come on, really get in those toes." I could still smell the sweaty sneaker she was wearing all day on our date. This was only our second date, but I think I found the woman for me. Even without seeing her feet. I could tell she had nice, suck-able round toes through the socks and a really high arch. The soles of her white socks were stained with gray foot prints. It was mostly her toes, the side of her foot and the heel which were stained. There was still a fairly clean patch of white where her high arches would barely touch the inside of the shoe. And I knew they were soft. A lot of women who are shy about their feet or wear socks a lot have the absolute softest feet. I've dated women who often wore heels and flip flops. They had sexy feet, but there was always some rough skin on their heel or callouses. I really love seeing a woman's "natural" feet. A few women I dated insisted they must have a pedicure before I see their feet. Whether their feet are rough, unpainted, smelly, or soft, I love seeing feet in their natural state. Maybe it's like pussy. I want to see what's hidden.

I must've been sniffing those smelly socks for a while when she said, "so what do you think?"

"They smell so fucking good."

"Really, they don't reek?"

"They smell fucking awful."

"Hmmm. I like it when you degrade my feet like that."

"Your feet are so gross. How can they smell so much with socks still on?"

"Keep going." She grabbed my dick and started jerking it.

"How do you even find a date with those pungent, stinky feet of yours?" I wondered if I had gone too far. I guess not. As soon as I said that, she wrapped her lips around my begging, deprived cock. She was laying on her stomach and had her feet pointed in the air, still with socks on, behind her. She looked up at me, still going hard at my dick, slobbering, gagging. She looked straight in my eyes.

She then did the most unexpected thing. With my dick still in her mouth she reached behind and pulled her sweaty, white sock just so the very bottom of her smooth, round heel was showing. I lost control. I started grabbing her hair and fucking her face as I was mesmerized by just the tiniest bit of her sole.

"I'm cumming! I'm cumming." I was letting her know so she could remove her lips from my throbbing dick. But she really started sucking. "It's gonna go in your..." Before I could say "mouth", I exploded. She kept going, cum dripping out the side of her lips. "Oh fuck, you're so good." I pulled her head off, then saw her swallow strongly.

She opened her mouth wide. "See, all gone." She reached back, got her sock all the way on again, got up, and gave me a kiss. "Maybe next time I'll wear those little nylon socks so you can see a little more. But I'm still gonna have a regular pair of socks over them. I'm not letting you see my feet that easy."

-

Later that night I got a text from her.

"Hey, I had a lot of fun. I just took my socks off and it feels so good. Want to see?" My dick was already hard as a rock.

"I would do anything to see those feet."

"My feet? No, not yet."

Then she sent a picture. Her dirty socks were laying by her dirty sneakers, which she's obviously worn a lot. They were dark and gray inside from all the sweat. Her wonderful foot sweat. She was making me so hungry for those feet, but the constant denial was turning me on. Seeing her dirty shoes and socks was more than enough for now.

She texted, "how does that make you feel?"

"Like I want to lick the insides of your shoes." I never did something like that before, but being denied feet made my fetish for dirty shoes and socks grow more.

"Jerk that cock for my stinky shoes." It only took a few strokes and I fucking lost it. Jizz came flying out of me, going everywhere.

"I came a lot, again, thank you."

"I'll wear the same shoes tomorrow. And since you've been so well behaved, I'm gonna give you a treat and wear nylons with them tomorrow. You're getting closer and closer to seeing these feet."

Nylons and sneakers. This had always been a combination I've craved. The smell produced from a woman wearing pumps and nylons is unbelievably amazing. But nylons with a little extra stink from smelly, worn sneakers would definitely put me in a hypnotic state.

-

The next afternoon she texted me.

"My nylons are getting really damp and soggy in these shoes. I feel sorry for you. Can't wait to get my sweaty little toes sniffed. See you tonight!"

I couldn't believe how lucky I was.

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