Morgans Feet

She made me lay on the floor as she pulled up a chair right behind my head. She sat down and dangled her flip flops just over my nose. I ran my tongue along the bottom of her dirty purple sandals hoping that in time her feet would be in my mouth. She moved each foot to either side of my face, and began clapping her flip flops against her heels, knowing how hard that makes me. She bent over, revealing her devilish smile. "I can see I woke up little Nicky," she said.

Her name was Morgan, and I loved her and her feet from the minute I saw her on the bus ride home from work. She sat across from me, and my eyes immediately noticed her green toe nails that matched her sweater. She slipped off her heels and began to rub her feet after a long day. I fell into a daze and my mouth began to water. When I finally came out my trance, I realized she was talking to me. "Are you staring at my feet," she asked.

"Uhh..Y-yes. I'm so sorry."

"Don't be sorry. Do you like the color?"

"Of course. It matches your outfit beautifully."

"You're the first person to notice." She extended her hand, "My name's Morgan. How about you?"

"Very nice to meet you Morgan. I'm Nick."

She looked down at her feet, then back up to me. "Would you like to give me a foot massage, Nick?"

I couldn't believe my luck. "I'd love to."

She bit her lower lip as she slid her bare foot up my leg and into my hands. Her feet were sweaty, and I could smell them from my lap. I could tell that this was the beginning of a great relationship.

Morgan's purple flip flops were off entirely and her bare feet were now on my face. I began to run my tongue along her toes. A slight moan escaped her mouth. I was surprised when she quickly removed her feet from my face. She slapped my face with her feet and said, "I didn't tell you to lick my feet yet did I? All I want you to do is smell them, and if you can't do that, I'm leaving. Do you think you can handle that?"

I nodded my head "yes".

"Good," she said, and replaced her feet on my face.

I began to breathe in the sweet aroma of her feet and my cock was throbbing to be set free. I reached down and began to unzip my pants, when I felt a weight come down upon both of my arms. I looked up and saw Morgan's face over mine. "I don't think I told you to do that either. You're being a bad foot slave today."

I sat on my hands so I wouldn't be tempted to masturbate. She sat back in her chair, legs crossed with one foot on my face. I took a long deep breath in, and was reminded of the first night that we explored out fetish.

We got off the bus at her stop, and I was still high on the taste of her feet. This was the type of woman I was looking for, and I still could not believe this was happening to me. Outside her door, I could tell she was still reluctant about letting a stranger inside her place. I looked into her eyes, and ran my fingers along her face. I knelt down and kissed her feet in her hallway. She wiggled her green toes for me, and I crawled after her feet inside her apartment.

Morgan noticed I had zoned out, and she was standing above me with her feet next to my face.

"What's wrong with you today? Do my feet not turn you on like they used to?"

I sat up quickly. "No. That's not it at all Morgan."

"What is it then?"

"I was just thinking about our first time, and how all of this started."

She raised her left foot up to my mouth and silenced me with her toes. For the first time tonight, I saw her toenails. They were painted the same shade of purple as her flip flops and most of the paint had chipped away. Morgan knew that I prefer nail polish when most of it has chipped off, but she would only let them get that way on special occasions.

"Your toes look beautiful Morgan."

"I wanted tonight to be special, but you keep drifting away."

I rose to my knees in front of her, and bent down to kiss her toes like I did the first day we met. I looked up at her beautiful face, and saw her smile return.

I walked her over to the chair she was sitting in all night. I knelt down in front of her, taking her left foot up to my face. I kissed each toe before sticking them in my mouth. I gently ran my teeth along her toes as they were in my mouth. Her toe nails made a clicking sound after my teeth reached the end of her toes.

I ran my tongue in between each toe before moving to the next, making her feet glisten with my saliva. I started to reach down to my zipper again, but stopped. Morgan saw this, and decided to help me. She took her foot away from my mouth and ripped my pants down exposing my hard-on grateful to be free. I brought her right foot up to my mouth and gave it the same attention that I gave her left one.

Her left foot, wet from my mouth, ran along the entire length of my cock. She rubbed each toe along the head of my shaft which made me shutter with delight. She brought her right foot out of my mouth and leaned forward to kiss me.

"My feet are going to finish the job Nick."

I smiled and kissed her again.

Her left foot continued to rub the head of my shaft as he right foot played with my balls. She slid her foot under my balls and gently lifted them up and down. She brought her feet to either side of my cock and curled her toes around my shaft. She began to slowly jerk me off. I let out a deep moan as I tilted my head back. She really knew how to get me off.

She pushed my cock against my stomach and held it there with her left foot. Her right foot slowly ran up and down my cock. With each upward motion, she would gently use her toenails against my skin. It was the greatest feeling in the world.

Morgan brought both her feet back around my cock and began to jerk me off faster. Her wrinkled soles were so smooth against my shaft. I let out a loud moan as I came on her feet. Morgan licked her lips as she rubbed her feet with my cum. She brought her right foot up to her mouth and began to lick it clean. She stuck her left foot in my mouth for me to do the same.

When her feet were all clean, Morgan went to my room and put on a pair of high heels. She always let me keep the pair of shoes she had on during the day so I could smell them after she left.

"I'll see you later babe," she said as she kissed me goodbye.

"Bye Morgan."

I laid back against the floor. I grabbed her flip flops and rested them on my face. Even though she was gone, I could still smell those beautiful feet whenever I wanted.