My Love For White Women's Feet
(Posted on Saturday, October 28, 2000)
This story was submitted anonymously.

I am a 33 year old African American male and have always dated white women. I've had a foot fetish since I can remember. After dating a beautiful white woman with a foot feitsh in the past and, having had dozens of footjobs from her, my fetish has become more intense. Now, not to be cocky, but I have no problems finding a woman, just finding a beautiful white woman with a foot fetish as heavy as mine.

I am a supervisor in finance, so as you can imagine, I work around lots of women. Women in business attire with the stockings, etc. Well, my staff is mostly women, woman of other races, so being around all those sexy pantyhosed legs all day drives me mad. There is one particular woman named Cathy who really turns me on. She's one of the consultants, beautiful, gorgeous, and a damn nice pair of legs.

There has not been one day that's gone by that she has not worn nylons, and seeing her, I mean damn! I know that she's married, but there've been times when she gives me that look of interest, not to mention that she's caught me checking out her feet as she dangles her shoes. Seeing that I would never have those feet, I just sit and fantasize about kissing them, sucking on those toes, and wondering what they smell like.

One day I stayed late and she was leaving for the night. Her cubicle is across from me and as I watched, she slipped off those shoes and changed to her sneakers for the walk home. So I got up the nerve to say, "You have gorgeous feet!"

She gave me a startled look and said, "You like my feet? I think they're ugly, though my husband likes my feet." To my surprsie she added, "He likes it when I get him off with my feet."

I almost fell out my chair, I quicky said, "I love that, too."

Then she said, "I've seen you looking at my feet. So you want my feet, too, huh?" She asked.

Jokingly I said, "Hell yeah!"

To my further surprise, she was up for it and said, "Come here." So we snuck into the manger's office who fortunately, was gone and had left the office open. She sat on a desk and said, "Well, here they are."

With no hesitation, I grabbed those feet and buried my face in them. God, they smelled perfect! They were still warm from those shoes with a powdery, leathery smell. I kissed, sucked and licked them. I did everything to those feet. Hearing her moaning told me that she was enjoying it. She then put her foot in my crotch and felt my cock get hard instantly. With no waiting, she pulled it out and started giving me a footjob. I couldn't believe it. I was getting the very feet that I had wanted.

She had such a nice firm grip, and stroking it as she did was so perfectly done that it proved to me that she was no rookie. Then I felt it. I felt cum easing up through my shaft and before you knew it, I was dumping wads and wads of cum all over her nyloned feet. I mean, I felt like I had been shooting for days. I came so hard that I gave myself a cramp.

"Wow!" She exclaimed outloud as she smiled.

Afterwards she grabbed her shoes, and without even wiping my cum off of her feet, she slipped her shoes on. Smiling, she said, "See you in the morning."

Damn! What a moment it had been. I stood there and asked myself, "I have a good job, money, a nice place, a car and everything else. Why is it that I can't find a woman who can satisfy me like that? If I could, I'd give her the world!"