Category: foot fetish

Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

He likes my feet, of all things. It was bikini week at work again. I had a customer that was telling me about how he’s a content creator. He said that he likes to help girls get started on subscription only websites. Supposedly he helps them make a lot of money selling content. I began to wonder if he was at the breastaurant to scout out new girls to promote.

When it was time for my break I headed out to take a quick dip in the pool. I got out so that I would have time to dry off before my break was over. By that time he had made his way outside. He was just watching all of the girls. Then he called me over to talk.  He told me that he knew how I could make some serious money. And there wouldn’t have to be any nudity involved. And I wouldn’t even have to show my face. This all sounded so perfect for me. But I wondered how on earth I would be able to do that. That’s when he told me that it’s my feet. He told me that I have the cutest little feet.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2638 Ext 457

Things just keep getting crazier at work. I’m starting to build up a clientele and get some regulars. But I’ve been getting some crazy requests. Believe it or not, a lot of couples come in. Some of them are looking to party and have threesomes. While others are in a cuckholding relationship and want me to take part. Then there are the sleazy guys, the married guys, and the very kinky guys. You wouldn’t believe the requests I get. Let’s just put it this way, it’s whatever you can conjure up in your most wild imagination, and a million times more. I’ve had some really bold customers that just come in and tell me that they want to fuck me. The first time it happened; I was so shocked and speechless. He asked me what time I got off because he wanted to be there to pick me up. It was so scary. He was so creepy. He asked for my phone number and I panicked. I gave him a fake number. He left. Then I got paranoid that he would be infuriated. But thank goodness I haven’t seen him since. But I have had some really kinky customers.

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Mr. Kinky

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I have this one really kinky client. I call him Mr. Kinky. He comes into the club and watches me dance. But he’s always staring at my feet. I see his cock getting hard in his pants. But he never asks for a private dance at the club. Instead, he asks me out on a date. He’s always such a gentleman. We go out to the nicest restaurants. He wines me and dines me. And shows me off to all of his friends. He even takes me to business parties and other events. Everyone thinks that we are dating. They don’t realize that I’m an escort that he hires. We always have a lot of fun together. And afterwards we always go back to his place. It’s an extravagant penthouse. He puts some music on and asks me to dance. Then he sits there and stares at my feet again. Once he gets hard, he asks me to take my shoes off. While I do, he takes his pants off. Then he asks me to hand him my shoes. So I do. He takes them and starts rubbing them all over his face. Then I go make a drink.

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I was walking out the door of her building, when I stumbled upon a handsome man. He was mean looking, and had plenty of tattoos. He needed help and direction to the main office. I gave him instructions, but what seemed like a few simple steps soon became over-complicated. I offered to walk him there myself for which he thanked me kindly.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I’ll never forget the night I got my scar. It was a typical Friday night, and my boyfriend, Jack, and I were in the mood for some fun. I wore my silky coffee-colored stockings, knowing how much they turned him on. As soon as he saw me, his eyes lit up with desire. Jack groaned and pulled me closer, his hands roaming over my body. We started to kiss, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths. I could feel his hardness pressing against me, and I knew I wanted him inside me.

We moved to the bed, and Jack started to undress me. He slowly pulled off my shirt, revealing my bare breasts. He cupped them in his hands, his thumbs rubbing against my nipples. I moaned and arched my back, wanting more. Jack then moved down to my skirt, pulling it off along with my panties. He kissed his way up my legs, stopping at the back of my knee. He ran his tongue over the silky material of my stockings, making me shiver with pleasure. “I love these fucking stockings,” he murmured, his breath hot against my skin. I moaned in response, my pussy aching for him.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

“You’re wearing those nylon stockings I got you, right? I want to feel your tongue on my toes. Lick them like you love them, and I might give you a treat.” Justin’s face lights up, his eyes sparkling like the stars above. He’s always been a sucker for Amber’s feet, especially when she’s wearing her favorite pair of nylon stockings. He can’t help but feel aroused at the thought of her asking him to lick her toes. “Yes, Amber. I’m wearing them. I’d be happy to lick your toes for you.”

“Good boy,” Amber says, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Come here and take off my shoes.” Justin eagerly complies, crawling over to Amber on his hands and knees. He reaches for her feet, gently removing her shoes and socks, revealing her perfect, pedicured toes. He can’t help but stare at them for a moment, admiring their beauty before he begins to lick them. Amber moans softly as Justin’s tongue makes contact with her skin. He starts at her heel, licking his way up to her toes, savoring the taste of her skin. He takes each toe into his mouth, swirling his tongue around them, feeling her tremble with pleasure.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

My naughty professor’s wife has sparked a very devious seed in me. I’ve never felt the “revenge fuck” thing. But this is a whole other side of it. I want to get back at her. She acted like an evil bitch. She was so rude to me. And now I’m so excited. I have so many very naughty thoughts and exciting ideas. I’m going to have my way with her husband. I’m going to give him everything he can’t get from her. He wants my little tight teen pussy so badly. Who could get turned on by her? I feel awful for him now. I realize what he has to deal with. And it all makes sense. So I have a devious little plan today. I’m wearing my little skirt and no panties.

I sneaked into the classroom while my professor was out for lunchbreak. I hid under the desk and waited. I heard him come into the classroom. Students started pouring in behind him. Now I started to get very nervous. He started lecturing for what felt like forever. Then he finally came and sat down at his desk. He had absolutely no idea I was under there.

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Rachel 1844-332-2639 Ext 457

Foot fetishes must be really common. Everyone tells me how cute my feet are. Guys always want to see what color of nail polish I’m wearing. Clients like to talk about sucking on my toes. They like me to rub my little feet all over their hard cocks until they cum all over them. Then they like to lick and suck all of their cum off of my feet.

Over the summer I did a few events as an assistant to an event planner. One night as the party was dwindling down, we were just waiting. We had to wait for everyone to leave before we could finish up. So I was just taking a break. I was sitting at a table in the back of the room. There was a couple sitting at the bar talking to their friends. The gentleman seemed bored. He was looking around the room. I obviously caught his eye because he did a double take. His whole demeanor changed. He ordered a drink. But he kept looking over at me. His wife was so distracted. She was deep in conversation with her friends. Then he headed towards me with two drinks.

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Derek discussed a lot of his fantasies during our last session. One of them was a foot job. He said he’s really into feet and heels. So I’m going to surprise him during our session today. He sits down on the couch. We begin discussing how his week has gone. He admits that he’s very sexually frustrated. He tried everything to get his wife in the mood this week. He covered all of her love languages. He sent her for a spa day while he stayed home and cleaned the house. He even made her favorite meal for dinner. But she still didn’t want anything to do with him sexually. I told him that I would be happy to have a session with her or the two of them together. We could discuss ways to increase her sex drive.

I notice that he can’t keep his eyes off my feet. I purposely wore some cute heels. And I gave myself a pedicure last night. I put my legs across his lap. He began to caress my feet. He takes my heels off and then starts massaging my feet. I feel and see how hard he is.

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Juicy Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453

I’m getting ready for my third date with Justin, all six foot, four inches of him! He’s tall, dark, and handsome! We had a couple of great dates so far. Tonight is dinner and a movie at one of those luxury movie theatre and dinner clubs for members only. I’ve never been to one so I’m really excited. I’m going to wear a dress with a garter belt, stockings, and pumps, all black, and nothing else.

He picks me up in his limo, as usual. My heart starts to flutter at the sight of him. He does something to me. He’s just so debonair, the sexiest man I’ve ever known. He hands me a glass of bubbly and we cheers to a wonderful evening. The lace top of my stocking and garter belt clip peeking out of the slit in my dress catches his eye. He looks at me intensely and tells me what a huge stocking fetish he has….

We make our way into the theatre. It’s gorgeous. We have drinks and mingle in the bar for a few minutes. He introduces me to some of his friends. Then we head to our little private suite. There are two

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