The brand-new

FEET OBSESSION®

created the 2/19/97 - last update the 11/23/98

From Miss Icy: The story of the first time my feet were worshipped:

Icy is a gorgeous girl who sent me this terrific feet-tale, and she'll soon have some special picture section on my site... So don't forget her name, check out my site and DO NOT HESITATE TO MAIL HER A SWEET WORD...

I wondered what was going through her mind as my soft toes pressed against her full red lips. Her eyes begged me to seperate her lips with my big toe. It felt warm and moist inside of her hungry mouth, her pink tongue licking the underside of my succulent toes as well as my blood red painted nails. I no longer wondered what she was thinking, i was concerned and blinded by my own pleasure. Soft moans and gasps escaped my throat as Chrissy tasted the saltiness of my wrinkled, fleshy soles. My pussy tingled as i smothered her face with both of my damp feet, her nose sniffing between each toe. "Lick the soft spaces between each mmmm...thats nice." I hadn't realized that i was fingering myself and caressing my full breasts. Upon closing my eyes i felt Chrissy's toes enter my dripping wet love hole. Sweat formed on my brow as her long toes fucked and pumped my womanhood."Ohhh please... please... shit ummh.." i bit my lower lip and shook violently as her talented toes creamed my pussy, if only i had a video camera???????

A NYer in Barcelona, who wrote a long long hot story... He's waiting for your reaction. Mail him!

I had just started a new job. This time, it was New York's biggest Hispanic Ad Agency. Hispanic Agencies employ Hispanic women, right? It's the language thing, and my experience living in a Hispanic neighborhood showed me in no uncertain terms that of all the beautiful feet in the city, Hispanic women seemed to have the prettiest. They had more pretty feet per capita than any other group of women I had seen and I had been completely possesed by the incredibly erotic appearance of beautiful feet in high heeled sandals for at least ten years at that point. Do you know how I used to walk from work to the subway?- Rain or shine,I would deliberately put on sunglasses and look at women's feet and legs as they walked through midtown. I even bumped into oncoming pedestrians a few times. What an obsession, what a blast, what a hard-up bastard I was, what a hard-on.

I was working in the media department; we'd sit around and crunch numbers all day figuring out how much it would cost to put some lame advertisement for babies perfumed asswipe napkins during soap opera commercial breaks. The head of the department was a fiery short woman named Yolanda. She reminded me of Tina Turner ,when Tina managed to stand still for 3 seconds. Yolanda was ten years older than me, about 34 or so, divorced, no kids- had a nice build, just a little on the plump side, but that didn't prevent her from wearing tight clingy dresses and prancing around in white strappy high heels. Her feet were perfect; small, dainty things with beautifully pedicured toenails that she left just a little bit on the long side, I couldn't believe my eyes. The back interest on the sandals was something from my favorite fetish magazines only right there in person, every day, for as long as I'd work there; the skin on her heels looked so smooth and soft, all I could think about was slipping those sandals off and seeing just how smooth they were by brushing my lips against them. To make matters even more unbearable, she would paint her toenails....you guessed it; blood red. Or milky white. Brown...ivory...light powder blue...any color in the spectrum would have been alright, because man, they were perfect in every possible way. Her hands were great, too, but this is a foot fetish page, so let's stay on the topic.

Arrgh. I was besides myself. Every time she would step out of her office to talk to people, I would grab any piece of paper on my desk and just casually walk past them on my way to the copy machine. I'd copy anything, I just wanted to stroll over and stroll back to catch a couple of glimpses of those incredible feet. I would hyperventilate and try to concentrate on my numbers, but nothing, zero, nada.

We were competing with other agencies to win a new client. That means that everybody bends over backwards and works nights to hammer out a New Business Pitch that we can't possibly deliver the goods on, but looks snazzy enough to seduce the client into forking over his advertising budget for a year or so. I was on the new business pitch team as Yolanda's personal assistant.

The work went well, we never got the client, but Yolanda and I began a casual office acquaintance, you know, the usual bullshit; "How was your weekend, thank God it's Friday" and assorted other banalities. I never got the courage to incorporate some witty remark about how beautiful I found her feet, but I was thinking about it and rehearsing my lines all the time.

It was October, and most women who are office workers leave a few pairs of shoes in their desk drawer and wear running shoes to and from work. This was a blessing from Heaven for me, because I could watch women put on and take off their shoes twice a day. Yolanda was no different.

I decided to work late. I hung around until everybody split one Friday afternoon and went to Yolanda's desk. I opened the drawer and saw five pairs of high heeled pumps or sandals. I found the white strappy ones she wore all the time and held one in my hand. My cock was going apeshit. I could see the impresion her toes had made in the leather, leaving a dark mark, I could see how the dark mark was full and bold at the ball of her foot and tapered where the arch rested and then became a ball again at her heel. In 3 seconds flat I had the shoe in my face and was breathing like a strangulation victim sucking on an oxygen mask. I jerked off like a maniac and came in something like six strokes, that's how worked up I was. I couldn't stand it anymore, I had to find an opportunity during the smalltalk scenarios to bring up the subject of her feet.

Hallelujah, one day, I think it was a Wednesday, some of us had worked late and while there were still a few people off in another office area,Yolanda came over to give me a few modifications in a plan I was preparing for some hopeless detergent. She came in and came over to my cubicle.

"Here, I wanted to give you a few of the changes to the Sudsy plan...um..do you think you can make the changes before you leave tonight? ...the client is pissed and I promised it to him first thing in the morning "

"Yeah, okay, you wanna explain it to me?"

"Yeah, I'd better, it gets pretty hairy"

With that, she sat down in the chair next to my table.

"Ooooo, good to sit down for a minute, my feet are killing me"

" You shouldn't wear those high heels, they're no good for your feet"

"I don't care, I hate wearing flats and when I do, my feet hurt anyway."

"You need a good foot massage"

"Yeah I do"

We both looked at her feet. Nobody said anything. I decided to take the dive:

"Well you know, in most circumstances, I would offer to give you a foot massage, but you'd probably think I was being too forward or something, and truthfully, you're feet look so good that I am sure a good warm salty footbath would do the trick"

I had no idea what the hell I had just said and upon reflection, realized that I was trying to talk her out of it...what a hard on, what a huge hard on I was.

" How can you compare a pot with hot water with a good foot massage? I'll take the foot massage any day."

"Here, give me your foot, I'll give you a quick rub, you'll feel better."

Just then, about five co workers came over to say goodnight. I thought the momentum was lost, but you couldn't cut through my horniness in that cubicle with a meat cleaver.

"They're gone..."

"I know, Yolanda "

She looked at me and looked over her shoulder to make sure the coast was clear and with a little giggle, she slipped her left foot out and placed it on my lap. I thought I had died and gone to Heaven. I wasted no time,but wanted to play it as cool as possible. I started rubbing. God those feet responded so nicely; they were as soft as they looked, and they were just a little humid. My nostrils flared as my palms started to sweat from the thrill of it all. Yolanda was into it as she relaxed in the chair. The massage lasted about a minute or two and she put her right foot up; I didn't miss a beat and started right in. Just then, I had the distinct perception that she started ever so slightly to apply a little pressure to my groin, it felt good as my cock was straining in my trousers against her little painted toes. She started rubbing the hard spot with her foot while I was busy massaging the other and all the while with her mouth open just a crack, breathing a little harder than before. I broke the tension:

"God, I like this"

"Mmmmmmm, me too, you do that wonderfully....ummm...why don't we just go over to my office and get comfortable?"

"Oh, I'm fine just the way I am"

"Well, it's more private and we can get on the sofa"

"OK, look, I might as well tell you" I blurted, "I'm crazy about your feet and legs and I have been losing myself daydreaming about giving you a foot massage since I joined the company...I can't control myself and I am just so wired about doing this, I'm practically beside myself with excitement"

She pulled her high heeled sandals on, stood in front of me and took my face in her hands.

"Don't you think I know that? I mean, I have been having a ball making you squirm for months as I walk around the office just to entice you. I remember a few times letting my shoe dangle during a meeting or while reviewing things in my office and watching you walk by and do double takes right out of a Warner Brothers cartoon!"

"Oh shit, was I that obvious?"

"To me, you were; I have been taking care of my feet and taking care of men who like to have sex with my feet for as long as I can remember. That's half the reason I had you working on that new business pitch several weeks ago."

"Oh man, I have been just agonizing over all this foot business for ages!"

"Well, as usual, since you never broke the ice, I practically had to dangle my foot in your face!"

With that, she casually leaned over a little and planted a wet kiss on my mouth. I could taste a mixture of lipstick and tobacco that along with the fresh wetness of her mouth made my cock swell up and start to pulsate like wild.

"Now come along and don't give me any more "buts".

"Yeah, well what about the cleaning lady, she should be around any minute now"

"Don't be silly, she won't show up for at least another two hours, she shows up at 9:30"

We went to her office, it was all from some French designer who never shaves and always wear black. There was a large desk with a small laptop, a fancy minimalistic tablelamp, a multi line phone and a shitload of papers and reports. There was a small round conference table with 4 ergonomic chairs, all jammed with papers and binders and an incredible amount of bullshit that even she didn't want to look at.There were a couple of those cheap umbrellas in a corner and a stack of old newspapers on the floor. It may not have been the most erotic setting, but at the same time, it was exactly how I had pictured it, so it was not only erotic to me, it was positively electrifying. Along the wall was a long leather couch where she led me by the hand and sat me down.

From behind her desk, she took out a large plastic shopping bag and a small black lacquered box. She placed them on her high backed chair and wheeled the whole shebang in front of me.

"I have a few surprises for you"

"I can see" as I licked my lips and rubbed them together.

She dimmed the lights and sat down in front of me.

"I know what you like....I went for a pedicure last friday and haven't washed my feet since then. I know you like feet with a strong aroma and I made sure that I had mine pretty and fragrant, just for you. Here" She handed me the bag. Pick out a pair you like and tell me what it is you like about them."

I wasted no time in opening the bag, I recognized them all from watching her prance around the office; her shoes were like old friends to me! I picked out a really old scuffed pair of black pumps with dinky little fake black rhinestones on the pointy tip and the heel area.

"These are nice because they are closed in and are worn. I can see the outline of your foot inside from the perspiration marks. That means they probably have a smell all their own".

"Sniff"

I lifted the shoe to my face and buried my nose and mouth just where the ball would have rested and breathed it in...it was good, man. As I breathed out, I made sure that my hot breath went into the shoe again, making it warm and activating the aroma; the second sniff was even better.

Yolanda was holding her leg in front of me, like an Elmer Batters model and was dangling the white sandal in front of my face.

"Switch"

Shit, talk about clear instructions. I took off her sandal and held her foot in one hand, she pushed her foot onto my face and I kissed her toes, it was perfect; I opened my eyes to get a look at those beautiful toes spread out on my face as I slobbered all over them. She pulled away and made me understand with a nod that I should place the black pump on her shiny wet foot.

"I worked out in the gym, have gone jogging and have taken every precaution to avoid washing my feet. I have been wearing the same socks and stockings for five days now, because I knew that this week, I was going to put you under my spell."

All I could do was groan a bit while I put the sexy pump on her little foot. She slipped out of the other one and started to rub my cock with it. My hand reached down and started to stroke my cock through my trousers when she told me to slow down, that there were other things in the bag. She kept on rubbing as I rummaged and found a pair of her soiled stockings.

"Sniff"

I sniffed; ah man oh man, it was a pungent sexy aroma that had me totally possessed. It went on for a while, her rubbing my face with her bare foot, switching to my cock and me alternating with the stocking, then the foot until I started to feel my face get all red from the excitement.

"Now that my other foot is nice and wet, why don't you slip on the other shoe...but lick out the inside first"

Same story... I was going nuts. Right then she reached over and took the black laquered box and opened it.

"Here are some goodies for you to finish the job. Take out your dick"

As I did, she slipped off her panties..I shot a look at her and in an instant, she was holding the panties against my face and rubbing them in my nose while pulling me closer with her other hand.

"See what you do to me, I'm wet and it's because I love getting my feet kissed and sucked, it drives me crazy"

Back to the box; inside was a tube of K-Y, a metal ring and a small brown bottle with no label on it. I knew from my glory days jerking off in live peep windows in Times Square with some chicks feet in my face that the shit in the bottle was Amyl Nitrate, a vascular dilator that increases the heart rate and enormously intensifies the orgasm. Dangerous, poisonous, illegal, if you spill a little on you, you get a rash and burn that lasts for a week but the shit is so fucking dynamite, I didn't care.

"What's the ring?"

Slip it over your cock and pull the skin from your scrotum through it, forcing your balls up into your abdomen"

"What?"

"Put the ring over your cock, press it down and gently pull your scrotal sac over the ring, displacing your testicles thereby making your dick even more engorged with blood and consequently more sensitive" You would have thought she was a fucking doctor the way she talked. I did as i was told and it took me a couple of tries but it was exactly as she had said, my cock was harder than a rock and turning purple; it was great. She wasted no time, she made me take off her shoes again and I started kissing and licking her toes, individually, collectively, first one, then the other, I put the whole thing in my mouth, nibbles the toes, ran my tongue over her toenails, rubbed my face in her feet like a wild grunting animal; if this was heaven, I would have become a fundamentalist Baptist right there.

She backed off and put my cock between her feet and started pumping. I was just about to come and I took her feet away as I panted "Narrr...not yet, Yolanda, I want to make it last"

"I want to jerk you off while you kiss my feet but first you have to watch me get off; just kiss my feet, but keep your eyes on this little hairless pussy that someday might be yours"

I did, she fingered herself and after a few minutes let out a few short moans and shuddered. She spread her legs and pulled me to her. I approached and on my knees hugged her for a minute or two while she caught her breath. I kissed her on the lips and tried to put my tongue in her mouth, but she gently pushed me off. She reached for the K-Y, squeezed a little in her hand and told me to make with the brown bottle "you know how, just exhale, hold your breath and when you can't take it anymore, inhale the fragrance of the bottle a few times and let the shit take effect. As I took the first snort, she came over on the sofa and sat with her feet close to my face. By the second snort I was capping the bottle and she started jerking me off. She was an expert. Her grip was firm on the downstroke and loosened on the up. She would pause a bit on the crown of my glans and swoosh back down tight slippery and hot. I remembered how beautiful her hands were and started to feel the waves coming on. She had somehow manoevered her foot in my face and while I was reaching a climax, I had her foot in my face, a cockring on and her beautiful hand furiously milking my cock for all it's worth. I came in huge gobs and stained my trousers. I didn't care. It was over and it was like I had come out of a dream. I was, as my friend Piri used to say "defanged".

She stood up, gave me a peck and disappeared to the ladies room. I stood up, cleaned myself off a bit, took off the ring and tried not to fall over; I was lightheaded from the poppers and the handjob, obviously. When she came back she said that we could do it again next week, as long as I accompanied her to get a pedicure. I had no objections and that interlude was the start of one of the most exceptional footlove relationships with no strings attached I had ever experienced. We are still in contact and she sends me pictures of her feet via cyberspace!

From Bryan in Pennsylvania

There is this girl and her name is Kelly. Not only is she beautiful, but her feet are as well. One night we were watching tv and she decided to use me as her foot rest. I started to massage and rub her gorgeous feet and she moaned because of the incredible job I was doing. This made my heartache knowing that Kelly and I are only friends and that she has a boyfriend. I have this fantasy: lying on the floor while kelly slips her sandles off slowly, teasing me. She then starts and my legs and tramples my entire body, chest, and face, squeezing my nose in between her toes. Then getting up on my knees and licking her soles, sucking her toes, and inhaling the scent of her feet pressed up against my face. If dreams could come true, I would be Kelly's personal rug.

From Phoenix868

So there I was, standing in the doorway of the duplex building that was for rent. There was already an occupant in one half, and she was single. I decided to take advantage of the situation, since I was house shopping. Within a month, I was unpacked and settled in. There was, as it turned out, only one bathroom. So one afternoon, as she was waking up after a nap, I strolled in and asked her if she'd like me to escort her to a reastraunt. She told me she was going out to pick up some stuff at the mall, so I went back to my room. After a while, I heard her door open. She stumbled through with about five bags. I offered to help her with them, then sat her on her bed. She talked a minute about the crowd at the mall, then lie down. That's when I saw them. Her delicate, beautiful toes poking out of her platform sandals. I gently slid them off and started stroking my hand up and down from ankle to toe. I then took her heel in my hand and kissed her big toe. I licked the ball of her foot to make her laugh a little. I started kissing all over both feet. It was the most fun I'd ever had!! That's my fantasy. What's yours?

From RSantos

I'm a 36 year old blonde female lesbian living in Texas. A rainy night in april, my girl friend stumbled into our apartment, a beautiful brunette of 34. She's a martial arts instructer down at the local YMCA. She's been working there for the past five years. Anyway, she came in complaining about how much she wants to quit. She sits down on the couch next to me and rests her feet in my lap, and kicks off her sneakers. The odor of her sweaty feet filled my nose making me horny. Hearing me begin to gasp with enjoyment as I look at her sexy feet, she stopped talking and looked at me and began to giggle. I bent my head down and pulled her socks off with my teeth, tasting the sweat in her socks. She ran her fingers threw my hair. I kissed her feet. I picked up her foot by her ankle and kissed the soul of her foot. She pressed her foot against my face wich pressed my head against the wall. Sliding her her foot up and down my face. Causing my hornyness to become more obvious as I started to masturbate. I slipped her toes into my mouth tasting her soft sweaty skin and began to suck.. "You like it when I rub the sweat and dirt from my feet on your face don't you??' She said, "And you like to suck sweat off of my toes, you horny bitch." Feeling an orgasm approaching. Taking her other foot in my hand I massaged it, and with my other hand I rubbed the crotch of her pants causing her to moan with pleasure. She reached down and lifted my feet onto her chest and she inhaled the aroma of my persperation on my feet. She began to kiss the ball of my feet wich I think is the most wonderful smelling part of my feet. She slid her hand down into her pants and began to masturbate. I moved her foot off my face and went over to her and began to f-kiss her. Our steaming breasts and bodies pressing against each other, both moaning as we approached orgasm. I laid on top of her after we finished both wellspent, and panting.

From James Napier: A true story!

On a hot evening me and my girlfriend was walking through my doorway , sitting in a air conditioned room. She previously took off her sandles and her toenails was painted a dark midnight color this automattivlly turning me one! We start to kiss sorta making out and we start getting a little hory. She ask me to take off my boxers... In which I had no underwear under! I do as she ask. I ask if I can make love to her feet. She nods her head pleasing my feet fetish. I get some whip cream and spread over her arching her right foot. This turning me in even more. Giving a very hard erection. She locks her toes (Big toes) together making the two arches sort of a vagina like opening. Me slipping my penis in to this I start to moan. This causing almost and orgasism. She lick the resadew of the whip cream of my penis.. This hitting the climax for me! And I add a little somthing to the whip cream.

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