My Footqueen Candy, Part 1
(Published on Wednesday, March 2, 2005)
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Hi Friends !

This is the first time I have shared my foot fetish experience with you. I am an Indian, and I had this female feet attraction right from a very ripe age of 6 years old. I still quite vividly remember a few occassions when I used to get aroused by a pretty looking female foot regardless of age as long as it was attractive to look at. I get easily attracted by plum, and nicely shaped feet, and all the more if they are at their best shape with a nice pedicure, and toes painted with some junk jewelry to make them sexier.

It was on the 31st, a New Year's party at one of my friend's place. The party was quite elaborate, and had everything possible that one can think of in the house to eat, and drink, including beautiful ladies attending. Some were with their boyfriends, and hubbies, and some stag. I was of course a stag. I had reached the party at about 9:30 in the evening as I was with the host, and had to do some helping for my friend.

The party was in its full swing, and I had already put down a few stiff shots of indian whisky. I was already feeling a bit tipsy. Thats when at about 10:30 p.m., a lady dressed in killing attire made her entry. She was wearing a long body-hugging dress, which had a long slit right from her upper hip clear down to her ankle where the dress ended. The dress was so close to her that her entire body, which was so beautiful, was almost visible with her lovely shaped bust almost popping out from its hold. She really had big knockers.

And now the most important part of her body; her feet. She had one of the best stilettoes, which were also black, making them even more of a killer. Her face was glittering with some light make-up, and she wore a lovely necklace around her broad, and cleavaged chest. To my surprise, she placed herself right in front of me, and almost instantly we got introduced to each other.

After having a few sips of drinks, it was time for some dancing. One of my favourite songs was playing, and I boldly asked her if she wanted to join me for a dance. She agrreed immediately as she was also dying to dance. Next we were on the floor, and let me tell you, she was a really good dancer. The way we started grooving, and started shaking her booty, I was getting a hard-on looking at her foot movement, and those nice, sexy heels. I accidently tripped and fell on the floor, and by mistake she trampled me with those killer heels, but said that she was sorry. She even helped me to get up. All the while, I kept staring at her feet.

We both got tired and sat down, this time in front of each other, and the center table was also not there. Her legs had started hurting from the dancing, so she asked me if I could get her a small table to rest her feet on. But since there was none, I told her if she wanted, she could rest her legs on my lap after removing her stilettoes. She agreed, and before I could realize it, my cock had gotten hard and rigid. I could feel her soft left leg and ankle touching my cock. I thought she had also realized it, too, but I didn't know for sure. Her feet and legs were moving upon my lap. This was aggravating my shaft, and it was getting harder and harder.

Once as she came forward from her chair to extend a light for a cigarette, she accidently stamped my hard cock, and asked if I had something in my pocket. I replied, "No," and she realized it was my cock. She asked me if her feet were responsible for that. I said, "Yes."

I could see a sense of happiness on her face as if to say, "Did my feet really make someone get hard?"

She asked me if I was feeling better. I replied that I was. Since it was getting colder as the night progressed, I pretended to cover her legs with my coat to keep her from the cold. But she was smarter than me, and realized that I had wanted to cover the action that was going on in my lap.

As I covered myself, she said, "Boy, I think now you can unzip your pants if you want, and I can give you what you want."

I instantly obeyed. Luckily we were in a secluded and darkened spot of the apartment so that nobody could have really noticed what was going on. The next thing I knew, my cock was a throbbing gun between her soft and beautiful pair of feet. The very thought sent shivers up my spine. She started rubbing my cock with her feet in all possible ways, and before I could finnish counting twenty, I started shooting my load all over her toes.

She sighed as if to say, "What a way to make a person cum."

But for that night, I was the happiest person on earth. And kept thinking of it for the next seven years. I fantasized about Candy in all possible nights and days.