My First Foot Experience
Published on Wednesday, July 22, 2009
This story was submitted anonymously.
My girlfriend told me she had a surprise for me. She
told me to come over at 7 and she would fulfill my fantasy. I had just
revealed to her the previous week that my fantasy was a threesome, so
understandably I was very excited, and to be honest, I was already hard
before I arrived. I wanted to masturbate just at the idea of a
threesome with my girlfriend, but held off, wanting to give this
experience all I had to give.
First let me describe my girlfriend. She is petite, 5 foot 1 or 2. She
has blonde brown hair and blue eyes that dance with hidden promise. She
was born to be a tease. Her body is pretty great. She has large breasts
balanced nicely by her full bottom, and her waist is small enough to
give her that hour glass figure. Her legs aren’t long (she’s only 5’2”
at the tallest), but they are shapely and end with her perfect petite
beautiful feet. She is my wet dream come true. The only thing better
then sex with her, I imagine, is sex with her and another woman.
In my fantasy I usually picture her kissing another woman while riding
my penis, her hand busily at work on the other woman’s clitoris. This
picture was running through my mind as I approached her apartment door
at 7 on the dot and found a note telling me to come in and lock the
door. I could only imagine what was waiting for me, and almost came in
my pants thinking about it. Opening the door, I found the living room
dark, but saw dim light coming from the bedroom. I locked the door, and
quickly made my way towards the room, pulling off my clothes as I went.
I was too eager to wait for a seduction.
I approached the partly closed bedroom door naked and fully erect. The
room seemed really dim, and realized it was lit only with candles. As I
crossed the threshold, I also realized there didn’t appear to be anyone
in the room. I wasn’t looking behind me. Someone grabbed me from
behind, covering my mouth with one hand, and locking me in a tight grip
with their other arm. At the same time, whoever they were jabbed their
knees in the backs off mine, causing my legs to collapse beneath me.
Whoever they were, they didn’t seem very strong, but definitely
skilled. I went facedown and they landed on top of my back.
Before a few seconds had passed, I heard my girlfriend whisper in my
ear, “What’s
wrong? Can’t you escape? Little old me has you trapped?” Her
voice was mocking and made me feel sort of humiliated. While she was
whispering to me, her hands had left their positions to busy themselves
securing my hands behind my back with what felt like duct tape.
“What are you
doing?” I cried out. “This isn’t my fantasy
at all.”
Once again, her hand clamped over my mouth and sealed it shut. I
continued to try talking, but all that could be heard were muffled
sounds. “Shhh,”
she whispered. “I
know all about your dirty fantasy. Another woman? Like that’ll ever
happen. No. Tonight is about what I want. And I want to make you pay.”
Her voice changed to that mocking tone that made me feel teased and
powerless all at once. “And you’re going to
love it, aren’t you? Yes you are you naughty boy.”
I still had not been able to lay eyes on her, but could feel my penis
that had gone soft at being surprise-attacked start stiffening again. I
was enjoying this!
“Now,” she
continued, “I’ll
need my hands, but I don’t want you ruining this with your pleas for
help, so I’ll have to gag you.”
I shook my head vigorously at this suggestion, still thinking I could
talk her out of this.
“Oh? Do you
promise to be a good boy and not cry out?”
I nodded enthusiastically, hoping it would convince her to not gag me.
“Well, I guess
there’s no need to gag you, then, huh?”
Again, I shook my head.
“Well, I don’t
want to risk it,” she claimed nonchalantly.
I kept shaking my head and trying to cry out, but still all that could
be heard were muffled sounds. She had a really good grip on my mouth. I
felt totally helpless with my tiny girlfriend perched on my back, and
her hand wrapped securely around my mouth. The helpless feeling was
getting me even harder. What was going on? I had never wanted this. Why
was it turning me on?
Before I could wonder anymore, I felt her moving on my back, and soon
found out why. Her other hand came around, and revealed what she had
been doing. She held a sock in her hand that I could only guess had
just come off her foot.
“This will have to
do. My sweaty sock that I’ve been wearing all day.”
“No,” I cried out, but it couldn’t be heard as more than a
muffle. I couldn’t imagine that innocent white ankle sock being an
object that could enter my mouth. I started to struggle, realizing this
was really going to be something I was not going to enjoy. I couldn’t
move much, let alone get out of my position.
“Now, now,”
she said in a soothing voice, “You’re going to love
this. Open wide.”
I started bucking and jerking as hard as I could, trying to get away,
but she was too quick, and crammed the smelly sock into my mouth,
followed quickly by her hand again.
“That’s right,”
she mocked. “No
one can hear you as you scream around my sweaty sock.”
That helpless feeling increased and again. So did the size of my boner.
I felt her move again, and terrified for what was going to follow, I
started jerking harder, especially trying to pull my mouth away from
her hand so I could spit out the sock.
“Uh-uh-uh,”
she admonished. “If
you spit out that one, I’ll follow it with my other one.”
I thought about those perfect tiny feet, one covered by a small white
ankle sock and the other exposed, bare. I calmed down for a second as I
found myself thinking about which foot it was. I could feel her feet at
either side of me, pressing down hard and tight against me. I though
about which one felt bare, and figured out it was her right foot with
it’s beautiful high arch. She had gagged me with the smelly sock from
her right foot. Thinking about it made me go completely hard, and I
felt helpless for what was about to come.
In the meantime, her movements felt jerky, like she was wrestling with
something. I soon found out what. Her free hand soon waved a piece of
duct tape in front of my face. My eyes opened wide and I tried calling
out around the sock stuffed in my mouth, but as I called out, I
breathed in hard, breathing deeply the taste of her sock. My penis was
so rock hard, it was killing me to lay on it like this, and I tried to
shift because the pain was so great. She smoothed the tape over my
mouth, and laughed in that mocking tone that clearly set the tone for
the night.
“Have I ever told
you my fantasy?”
She was working her way off of me, but not really losing her control
over my body. She had me trapped between her knees now, and was sort of
rolling/shifting me around until I lay under her. My hands were bound
behind my back, and my hard-on was standing at full length. I turned
shook my head slowly, trying to think about what was going to happen,
and why I was enjoying all of this so much.
“Well, I have a
foot fetish,” she said, like it was common knowledge. “I like to control men
and dominate them with my feet.”
As she said this, she brought her feet around to her front, resting now
on her bottom, sitting on my thighs. She raised her exposed right foot
into the air, studying it, then lowered it to my chest. I got a good
look at her curved high arch, her soft, smooth sole, and then her tiny,
perfectly proportioned toes. I felt a tiny drop of precum exit my penis.
“I can never
figure out though, if I prefer my feet bare or in socks.”
She raised her left foot, encased in the sexy white ankle sock, and
studied it much the way she had studied her right foot. She lowered her
left foot to my chest as well. I had glimpsed the arch of this foot as
well, and her sole, but now covered by her white sock, tinged just a
little with a darker color that suggested she had been walking in her
socks.
“Which one do you
think smells better?” She asked it innocently, but we both knew
she was trying to torture me with their smell. Seeing her left sock
covered foot come towards my face, I turned my head to left, as close
to the floor as I could get. She brought her bare right foot around to
my face, wiggled her toes under my cheek, and forced my face back up.
Already I could smell that slight smell sweaty feet carry with them.
Holding my face up with her bare right foot, she forced my nose deep
into the bottom of her socked foot, under the toes where the smell is
the strongest.
Through the sock, I could feel her scrunch her toes together around my
nose, keeping my nose snug in the scent of her socked foot while I
twisted my head back and forth attempting to stop it from happening. I
couldn’t help but breathe in the smell of her sweaty sock. I opened my
eyes that had been scrunched shut, and saw her watching this, lounged
back on her arms with a smile on her face. The sight of her dominance
over me, the smell of her sock, my feeling of helplessness was all too
much. I moaned, and my penis throbbed. The moan was of course barely
audible, and came out as nothing more than a muffle.
Noticing my penis jump, she exclaimed happily, “You like that, do you?
Well, lets see how you like the other.”
She put her left socked foot on the floor, and raised her right bare
foot in front of my face so I could see the bottom. She wiggled her
toes at me, almost like a wave, before following my turning face with
her foot, and covering my nose with her bare foot and toes. Even turned
completely to the side, my face couldn’t escape her foot, and as I
thrashed my head trying to yet again escape her foot and the smell, her
scrunched toes held on to my nose proving too tight a grip to elude.
The smell was even stronger, and I tried to hold my breath at first.
This proved to be a mistake as when I finally breathed in, I had to
take a deep breath, and could not only smell, but also taste her foot.
Again my penis throbbed, harder this time, and I thought I would
explode right then and there. I started crying out to her as best I
could, trying to stop it. I was enjoying it so much, I wanted to get
off right then. I just wanted her to get me off. All that came out were
desperate muffled sounds, which she clearly enjoyed. This entire time,
she had been watching my penis.
“Oh, I
think you’re ready,” she said, grasping my penis firmly.
I thought I was going to cum right then. With her foot still clamped
over my nose, she began stroking me, mocking me the whole time. “Yes, you’re going to
cum while smelling my feet and you’re going to love it!”
My head rolled backward as my body bucked up towards her hand. I
couldn’t stop myself from fucking her hand. She used her other foot to
hold me down as best she could while cooing at me.
“That’s right, no
one can help you. It’s just you and me. There’s no getting away from my
foot. I have total control of you.”
She stroked a little harder, but kept the movements controlled so I
couldn’t cum yet. Finally, with one foot planted firmly on my chest to
restrain me, and the other wrapped around my nose where I breathed
deeply, she stroked faster and harder, urging me on. I came hard and
long, shooting all over her leg and socked foot where it rested on my
chest. She kept stroking, but slowed her pace, saying loving words now,
and stroking my balls gently with her other hand. My body shook and
spasmed some more. I felt like I was in a dream. It was the best orgasm
I had ever had.
She reached for a towel, cleaned herself off, and then cleaned me up.
Then she came up towards my head, cradled it in her lap, and gently
removed the tape. Kissing me softly, she smiled and asked me if I had
enjoyed myself.
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