DISCLAIMER: All characters in sexual relations are over the age of 18. This is going to be a story about a guy with a foot fetish and him ending up in a wholesome loving relationship with the hottest girl in his class. There will be no humiliation, slavery, or non-con stuff. There will also be a lot of foot smelling, and mentions of toejam. If you are repulsed by these things, please don't read this story. It will take a little bit to get to the sexy stuff, but it will be worth it (hopefully). This is also my first time writing a story online, so be kind :).
Chapter 1
Let me start by introducing myself. My name is John Smith. I know, sounds like the name of a guy in some stupid online erotica. I am currently in college, studying to be a software engineer. At 21 years old, there is almost nothing unusual about me, I am not the nerd or the jock, just an average dude trying to get through this phase of my life so I can get a decent job and settle down. Oh, I said almost nothing remarkable. I guess you could say there's one thing.
I was 18 when I first came to terms with it. You see, I have a very strong fetish for women's feet. One day when I was 18, one of my mom's friends named Martha came to visit. It had been extremely hot that day. She came inside and sat down in the living room. My mom called me down from my room and told me to say hello, while she went to the kitchen and prepared some tea for herself and her friend. I came over into the living room and noticed Martha was sitting on the sofa in front of the coffee table. I quickly sat down next to her. Oh, I forgot to mention that she was a total milf. She had gorgeous black hair, big boobs, and a generous round ass. This particular day she was wearing some sexy black leather pumps.
"Oh John, long time no see! It seems just yesterday you only came up to my thigh. Now look at you, growing up to be a handsome young man." Martha said with a cute smile on her face.
What happened next was so memorable that I don't even remember what I said back to her. She started removing her pumps and placed her bare feet on the glass table. They were absolutely beautiful. She obviously took very good care of her feet. From the looks of it, they were probably a size 7 or 8. Her soles looked soft and smooth. Her toes were painted a dark red and were the perfect size, and her feet were so sweaty that I saw a few drops of her footsweat drip onto the coffee table. A pungent vinegary odor started to waft into my nostrils, no doubt due to Martha's sexy stinky feet. At first I was repulsed by the smell, but then I secretly started to enjoy it. I surreptitiously started to inhale her foot stench right into my lungs, enjoying their vinegary aroma. I was absolutely hard at this point.
Martha too noticed the smell wafting from her feet. She wrinkled her nose and said, "Oh I hope you don't mind the smell, I can't help that its so hot outside."
She thankfully had no idea that I was in heaven. I told her that I didn't really mind the smell at all, and that it was understandable that things like this could happen. We then continued talking about old times, and I continued inhaling the stink of her feet. During a lull in the conversation, I looked down towards her feet. There was something small and dark between her toes. I quickly realized it was her toejam. It was all over her in between her toes, sticking to them like cheese. My heart started to hammer out of my chest. As if their amazing vinegary aroma wasn't enough, Martha's feet looked delicious. All that sweat and toejam must have made for an exquisite delicacy. My fantasies were cut short however, as Martha said that she was going to check on mom and see why the tea was taking so long. She got up, without putting on her pumps, and walked off into the kitchen. I was now alone in the living room with her sexy shoes.
I was already horny out of my fucking mind. I looked down into her pumps on the ground. The insole, which was supposed to be white, was completely stained black with her footsweat. I couldn't believe what I was about to do next. I picked up one of her pumps, pressed the insole to my nose, and after making sure I was truly alone, took the deepest whiff I could. An explosion of vinegary foot smell exploded into my nose. It was absolutely intoxicating. My mouth opened from how good it felt. I opened my eyes and looked around I was committing a crime, and pulled down my shorts to jerk off to Martha's foot stench. My dick was completely rock hard at this point. I took another hit of the pump and almost moaned out loud. I imagined Martha's feet being trapped in these shoes for hours, completely marinating the shoe with their sweat. I imagined licking and worshipping her feet, sucking on her red toes and eating all of her sticky toejam. That thought lead to another brilliant idea.
After coming this far, there was no reason to not try the taste of Martha's sweaty pumps. So, with my heart beating faster than ever before, I pulled out my tongue and ran it over the insole. My eyes rolled up into the back of my head at the taste. It was salty and slightly sour, not something one would normally consider delicious, but in my lust-addled state of mind, it was the best thing I had ever tasted. I repeatedly lapped at the sweaty pump for all I was worth, all the while jerking off my dick and inhaling the pungent odor of Martha's feet. I suddenly realized that after cumming, I would have no way to clean up my mess. So I did something that, admittedly, was not very smart in hindsight, but luckily didn't end up causing my any problems. I positioned Martha's pump right in front of the tip of my cock, and started furiously jerking my dick into it. I came harder than any previous time in my life, and poured all of my semen into Martha's pump.
After my orgasm was finished, I suddenly realized what I had just done. Shame and guilt completely consumed me. I quickly replaced Martha's pump, pulled up my shorts, and ran back up to my room, quickly yelling towards the kitchen that I had homework to complete. Once inside my room, I started to think more rationally. Obviously, I started questioning whether I had a foot fetish. I had never previously been attracted to feet, and this was the first time something like this had happened. Was I some sort of freak now? Would any girl ever want to be with me if I told her that I would like to smell her feet? What if my mom and Martha found out what I had done? I sat down on my bed and, after pondering and worrying about it for a while, I decided that it would be best to not dwell on this right now. I then laid down for a nap.
I woke up a few hours later and the first thing I did was decide to do some research and see just how common this sort of thing was. I was certainly surprised by what I found. I already knew that the foot fetish was one of the most common fetishes, but I didn't think smelling feet was a part of it. I found tons of foot fetish porn and erotica that night, including this amazing board on Tapatalk called "Themousepad".
Then when I was going to sleep that night, after jerking off once again to the memory of Martha's feet, I finally came to the conclusion: I, John Smith, had a foot fetish.
Yep. So that was the tale of my "origin". It has been 5 years since then, and unfortunately none of that time was spent indulging in my fetish quite like I did with Martha's shoes. All I had was foot fetish porn and erotica. Let us see what the future holds.
DISCLAIMER: This is chapter 2 of the story, which will introduce the actual characters and the heroine of the story. Once again, this story will contain sweaty female feet, foot smelling and toejam. If you are disgusted by this, do not read this story.
Chapter 2
I woke up to the sound of my alarm, signaling the start of another day. Another day of doing the same thing I had been doing for the past 4 months. Every day just felt the fucking same, maybe because it was the fucking same. Wake up, go to class, come home, study for a few hours, eat when I feel hungry, jerk off, go to sleep, repeat. I got of out of bed and went through the motions of getting ready. After having a quick meal and packing my bag, I got out of the apartment and took the subway to my college.
The classroom was around half full when I walked in. I immediately noticed Mike sitting near the other door of the classroom. Mike was basically my only friend at college. He had black hair and was about 5'11. Him and I had a lot in common, in that he too was just an average Joe trying to get through college with decent grades. It was almost uncanny how similar we were in that regard. I quickly went over and sat down on the empty seat in front of him.
"You aren't late today." he said with a cheeky smile on his face.
"It seems I am not. Why is there so few people today?" I replied.
