A Story of Foot Love and Lust
Date: 30.11.2009
Keywords: Story, Foot, of, Lust, and, Love, A,
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I spent many years on the road, working as a stand up comedian and radio personality. I retired about four years ago, but the experiences I have had over the years will last me a lifetime. Here is a story, completely true, about one of those experiences.
I was dating a nice young lady back in 1993 who truly enjoyed my foot fetish. She would have me rub her feet, lick her toes, give her pedicures and often jacked me off with her feet. She worked as a stripper in Nashville Tennessee and I ran into her while doing a combination of standup comedy at Zanie"s Comedy Club and working as a disk jockey at an adult bar in downtown Nashville. Her stage name was Jordan and she was a looker. (You knew she had to be, she was a stripper.) Jordan and I began dating right after I ended a four-year marriage to an alcoholic wife. (Call it rebound, but damn it was fun.) The sex was incredible, and the foot sex indescribable. One night in particular stands out…
We went to a friend of Jordan"s for the evening, who was also a stripper. Annie worked at a different bar than we did, but was just as good looking as Jordan was. We went over to her house for dinner and to pick up some fitness equipment I had bought from her. We arrived around 5:00 on Sunday evening and sat down to a great chicken dinner and enjoyed a few bottles of a great Merlot. We moved into the living room area, to sober up a little and to chat about the nightclubs. Everything was moving along nicely, we were enjoying a great time and I was in heaven, hanging out with two beautiful young women. (And I was a little tipsy. Alcohol makes the world a wonderful place for me.) It had to happen sooner or later and it happened at around 7:00. Annie, then Jordan, kicked off her shoes. They both had on high-heeled shoes that most women have trouble walking in. Both wore white shoes with about a 5-inch heel. Jordan was wearing the ones she danced in. Annie wore red, open toed, 5-inch heels that strapped around her ankle. As Annie took off her shoes, my eyes were drawn to her feet, for I am and always have been a sole lover and I had not yet glimpsed her soles. Her soles were perfect, not calloused nor rough. They were almost pink in color with an arch that I knew was just made for foot jobs. Her feet were size 7 (I saw this in her shoes) and her toes were perfect, each one a little smaller than the one next to it. When I looked up (I had stared for quite awhile) both women had knowing smiles on their faces. Jordan knew I liked what I saw in her friend, and Annie knew that I liked feet. It didn"t bother me; I am comfortable in my foot fetish.
Neither girl said a word and the conversation picked up where it had left off, all of enjoying our night off. Jordan and Annie kept looking at each other and grinning, which I attributed to too much wine. A few minutes passed like this, with me sitting on a chair facing both women, who sat on an oversized couch next to each other, when Annie propped her feet on the coffee table. My eyes were drawn to her feet again. Jordan followed suit and put her feet up. Annie smiled at me, which I noticed when I finally looked up. I smiled back, blushing a little. Jordan caught my eye and grinned mischievously, for she knew the effect they were having on me.
Annie broke the silence that had become thick as syrup. "My feet hurt, those heels are killer," she said.
"Oh, they do hurt, don"t they? Men just don"t know what we go through to look nice for them, well, at least MOST men don"t," Jordan said while tapping her friends arm and motioning for her to look at me again. I blushed again. "John, however, is not like MOST men. He does wonderful things for my feet," Jordan further explained.
"Oh, I imagine that he does. He takes good care of you, doesn"t he, Jordan?" Annie asked.
"He does give me the most wonderful massages. He has this trick where he can give my feet a total massage without ever using his hands." My secret was out now for sure.
"Wait, you said he doesn"t use his hands?" Annie asked.
"That"s right, totally hand free massages," Jordan reemphasized. I sat there dumbfounded. It only got better from here. "Look, Annie, you have always said that you and I should take our relationship to the next level, right?"
"If your are saying what I think you are, then yes, you know how I feel about you."
"Then here"s the deal. If John can give your feet a total massage, if he can totally relax your entire body through a hands free foot massage, I will be your sexual slave for the weekend. You can have my body to do with as you please. If he can"t then you will be mine for the weekend, you will do what I want you to, and I may not be in the mood for sex this weekend. Are you game?" Jordan laid down the bet.
"Shouldn"t we ask John about this? It does concern him."
Jordan turned to me and I had a stupid grin on my face, all the answer she needed. "I think John will go for whatever I say here."
"Then it"s a deal. How do we get started?"
"John, come over here," Jordan said.
I did, nervous and excited the entire time. When I got to the couch, Jordan had me move the coffee table out of the way and lie on my back on the floor. Annie had drawn her feet up when I lied down, now she looked down at me and smiled. She knew how I was going to massage her feet. She took her left leg and extended it toward my face, keeping it just above the reach of my tongue. She turned her foot this way then that way, showing me every inch of her delectable sole. I raised myself up trying to reach her foot. She pulled her foot further out of reach and I almost groaned. Jordan took one foot and started playing along my legs and stomach, drawing different patterns on my body with her foot, with the other leg curled up underneath her. I was in heaven and my pants were getting tighter and tighter as my cock grew in excitement.
Annie brought her other foot out and started teasing me with both feet. She would lower one to my face, almost brushing my skin before lifting it and replacing it with the other foot. I propped my head on my hands, raising my head about four inches off the carpet. Jordan noticed this and tossed me a pillow. I leaned up to put the pillow under my head and got first contact with Annie"s foot. She placed it on my forehead ever so gently and just left it there. I slowly lowered my head on the pillow, not wanting to lose contact with her foot. At this point, I decided to go with the flow, not stretching for her feet and whining like some dog in heat. I was going to be a man about this, get the upper hand, so to speak. Once I stopped begging to get at her feet, she gave them to me. Annie brought both of her feet down to my face at once, one on either side of my face, resting them on my cheeks. I turned slightly to the right and licked her foot along her arch. I licked it long and slow, savoring the moment…
Annie looked down at me and smiled. She was truly enjoying what I was doing to her foot. I was too, to tell the truth. I licked her sole and the pad right below her toes. I stuck my tongue in between her littlest toe and the one next to it, running it in and out and back and forth. I sucked her little toe into my mouth and manipulated it for a little while, then moved on to the next one in line. Annie never looked away and never stopped smiling at me. Once I had licked all of her toes to her satisfaction, she replaced that foot with her other one, sticking her big toe right in my mouth. She made soft little moaning sounds but caught herself once she realized that Jordan was watching her reaction. Annie was determined to have Jordan for the weekend. Jordan was busy too while all of this was going on, running her foot up and down my jeans encased penis. I was rock hard and trying hard not to cum in my pants. Annie sat back and let me have my way with her feet. I licked her feet for what seemed like hours, my mind buzzing and my cock raging. These two beautiful strippers were having their way with me!
Both of the women kept eyeing each other mischievously. They knew that whoever won the bet they had made; they both would end up winning. The real issue at stake was which one would "be in charge." I knew that Jordan was basically submissive and if it came down to an argument about who won, Jordan would give in. She would be happier letting Annie take over for the weekend. I knew that either way it went, I was in for some fun that weekend. Jordan had always been interested in a girl-girl encounter, but had never acted upon it. Annie on the other hand had several girl and boyfriends and enjoyed both sides of her bisexuality.
Annie made the first move, pulling her feet away from my face so that she could stand up and remove some clothes. She never said a word, she just started stripping. Off came her skirt, and then she removed her top and bra. She was not wearing panties. Her pussy was neatly trimmed, with what little pubic hair cut into what I refer to as a "racing stripe." Her lips were full and pink and her opening was swelled slightly, allowing one to see part of the way into her womanhood. Annie was as pretty naked as she was fully clothed. Jordan reached down and unbuttoned my shirt and Annie pulled it off of me. Jordan unbuttoned my jeans and I raised my hips to allow her to remove them. I had kicked off my shoes a long time ago. Annie asked me to stand and when I did she removed my underwear, allowing my cock to break free from it"s constraints. I was in heaven and my dick pulsed with my heartbeat, showing my excitement. Annie leaned over and placed a kiss on the head of my penis, sending chills down my back. "I"m not totally relaxed yet," she said, "How long is this supposed to take?"
Jordan replied, "I don"t know how you can"t be, I would be putty by now if he had done that to me. Why don"t we give him 10 more minutes with your feet and if you"re not TOTALLY relaxed, then you win the bet."
Jordan stood and started to remove her clothes, but Annie stopped her.
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Keywords: Story, Foot, of, Lust, and, Love, A,