Worshiping Darlene's Sexy Feet

Published early on our Previews page on Tuesday, December 30, 2025.

Official publication date for the main page of our site: Friday, January 2, 2026.

Illustrated with previously published photos, this story was submitted anonymously.

The first time that I saw Darlene's sexy feet was when I went over to install a new garbage disposal in her kitchen. The old one had been leaking, and it needed to be replaced. She had been referred to me by one of my clients who lived on the same block that she lives on.

When I got to Darlene's house, she greeted me at the door in a yellow one piece outfit that she later told me she had knitted herself. I wouldn't call it a dress. It was more like one of those knitted one piece outfits that women wear in the Summer. It barely covered her boobs, and it was backless with just one strap in the back like the top of a bathing suit.

What I liked the most about what she was wearing were her hot pink high heels that were adorned with some kind of feathery material on the top of her shoes. Every part of her bare feet was easy to see, which was thrilling because she has amazing looking feet. Her perfectly pedicured toenails were painted white, which looked great with her yellow outfit, and her pink high heels. And her soles were incredible! They wrinkled just the way that I like them, and they were very soft looking.

I've installed a lot of garbage disposals, so I had no problem installing the one she had purchased at Home Depot even though her amazing looking feet were certainly a distraction. She knew from her friend, and neighbor on the block that I owned the plumbing company she had called, so I had a feeling she put that sexy, and revealing outfit to maybe to get a discount on the installation, or maybe to get it for free. Female clients will sometimes do that, so I've gotten used to it.

Sometimes they get sexually playful because they're lonely, and they want to talk, or be adored. I've been in these situations enough times to know that sex isn't usually what's on their minds, so unless it's really obvious, I've found it best not to come on to them. If a woman wants to have sex, they'll usually let you know.

When I told Darlene how great her high heels looked, she playfully asked me what I liked best about them. After I told her I liked how they showed off her amazing looking feet, and I used those words exactly, she asked me if I was one of those foot guys. When I told her I was, she playfully asked me if I was attracted to her feet.

"I have a feeling you know I am," I answered in a roundabout way.

"I figured that you like my feet, but I couldn't know for sure," she replied. "Not that I know, is there anything in particular that you'd like to do to my feet?"

"Have you ever had your feet worshiped?" I asked instead of giving her an answer.

"I'm not sure what that is exactly," she answered, "but it sound like it would feel good."

With a playful smile, I told her, "There's only one way to find out."

"Are you saying that you'll worship my feet if I let you?" She asked.

"That's exactly what I'm saying," I confirmed. "Will you let me?"

"Right now?" She asked. "Don't you have another appointment after me?"

"I'm free the rest of the afternoon," I told her, "and yes, I do mean right now if you're up for it."

"I'd probably say yes if I knew you better, or we were friends, but I'm not so sure that it'd be a good idea right now," she replied.

"Well," I told her with a laugh, "worshiping your feet would be a very intimate thing to do, and it'd be a great way for us to get to know each other. Or how about we pretend that we're friends? That way, as a friend I would have offered to install your garbage disposal for free."

With a giggle, and a smile, she replied, "And as a friend, I would let you worship my feet as a favor for installing my garbage disposal. Is that how it'd go?"

"Something like that," I told her with a laugh.

"I like that kind of pretending," she told me.

"So do I," I replied. "All you need to do is to lie down where you're most comfortable, and I'll worship your feet. If you have a couch, we can do it there, or we can do it on your bed. Whichever you'd prefer."

"I guess the couch would be fine even though my bed would be more comfortable," she said.

"Then we should do this on your bed," I told her, "and don't worry about me coming on to you sexually just because we're on your bed.I mean, worshiping your feet is sexual enough for me."

"I figured it was," she replied, "but do you mean I don't have to worry about you fucking me?"

"Yeah, that's what I mean," I assured her. "I'm not trying to fuck you."

With a laugh, she asked, "What if I want to be fucked?"

"Well, that would be different," I told her. "If that's what you want, I'm certainly not going to say no to that."

"I'm not saying I want to be fucked," she clarified. "I just wanted to know your intentions."

"Got it!" I replied. "I don't really have any intentions. I just have a thing for your feet, and I'm really excited that you're going to let me worship them."

"I'm a little excited, too," she told me. "I've never had my feet worshiped before, so I'm kind of turned on by the idea of it, and I'm really curious about it, too."

"Great!" I exclaimed. "I'm looking forward to it."

"I am too," she said.

After she guided me into her bedroom, she told me she wanted to take a quick shower, and that she'd be out in a bit.

"If you want, you can take one too," she told me.

I accepted her offer, and I told her that I'd take it as soon as she finished.

I sat on her bed while she showered, and when she finished, she greeted me with nothing on but a towel.

"I left a towel for you to use," she told me, "and I don't mind if want to worship my feet without putting your clothes back on."

With a smile, I thanked her for being okay with not putting my clothes back on after I showered.

"Of course," she smiled back at me. "Besides, I'm practically naked myself, so you might as well be, too."

Instead of pissing in the toilet like I probably should have as a guest, I pissed in her shower like I do at home. Just in case we did end up fucking, which I had a good feeling we probably would, I cleaned myself really well to make a good first impression.

When I stepped into her bedroom again, she was lying face down on the bed with a towel covering her backside. Her eyes were closed, but she opened them to greet me again.

"I'm still excited about you worshiping my feet," she told me.

"So am I," I told her.

"I can see that," she said with a giggle while taking a good look at my growing cock.

Before I stepped into the bedroom, I played with my cock a little bit to make sure it wasn't flaccid. I'm a grower, not a shower as men have been known to say, and I didn't want her first look at my cock to be disappointing. But I didn't want to come out with a raging hard-on because it might make me look like a lunatic who wanted nothing else but to fuck her.

Basically, I didn't want to scare her, and have her change her mind about letting me worship her feet.

"So," she drawled a little nervously, "all I need to do is to lie here like I am, right? I don't need to do anything?"

"You don't need to do anything," I assured her. "As long as you're comfortable lying face down like you are, we're good to go. Are you comfortable like that?"

"I'm very comfortable," she answered. "I like lying on my stomach. It's kind of a thing for me. Can I tell you why?"

"Sure," I answered. "I'd love to know."

"Okay, but I don't want you to laugh if I tell you," she giggled.

"I won't laugh," I assured her.

"Well," she drawled again, "when I play with myself on my stomach, I like to pretend I'm asleep, and that some strange guy I've never met before quietly slips into my bedroom to play with my feet. I don't think about how he's gotten into my house. I just think about him playing with my feet. The more I think about that, the more turned on I get."

"I love that scenario!" I exclaimed!

"You do?" She asked incredulously as if I was just saying that to please her. "You don't think it's weird?"

"Certainly not the foot fetish stuff," I told her. "The breaking into your house is weird, but that part of it can be excused away by simply role playing the break-in."

"You mean like pretending it?" She asked.

"Exactly!" I replied. "In a way it's kind of like having a rape fantasy. Nobody wants to be raped for real because that has nothing to do with sexual pleasure. It's all about power, and control. That's why it can only work if it's role played."

She agreed that what I told her made sense, which in the context of what she was thinking wasn't weird.

Curious about her thinking, I asked, "So does he worship your feet?"

"I don't know what worshiping my feet is like because nobody's done that to my feet before," she answered. "He kind of does what you're doing now, which I really love by the way."

While we were talking, I had been lightly touching, and tickling the soles of her feet after sitting down on a thrown rug on her wood floor, and leaning against the foot of her bed, pun intended.

"I'll tell you what," I told her, "Let's pretend that what you just told me has actually happened. I'll be that strange guy you've never met before who comes in to play with your feet."

"You don't mind pretending to be him?" She asked.

"Not if it turns you on," I answered.

"It kind of does," she replied with a laugh. "I don't know why, but it turns me on a lot to think about it."

"Then that's what we'll do," I told her.

"Just like that?" She asked.

After I excused myself, I gave her a few minutes to get into the head space of playing with herself while she's home alone. When I came back into her bedroom, her arms were underneath her torso. I could tell that she was masturbating because she was scrunching her feet, and pointing her toes.

The foot fetish model in the pics below from the published story, "A Foot Fetish Friend of My Wife's Caught Her Masturbating" are very similar looking to what Darlene's sexy feet looked like.

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I wasn't expecting her to be masturbating when I came back into her bedroom, but I found it incredibly arousing. For a little while I watched her masturbate, but I didn't want her to wonder what happened to me if I waited too long to play with her feet, so I touched the sexy wrinkled sole of her right foot.

The moment I touched the right sole of her foot, she gasped out loud as if she wasn't expecting me even though she obviously was. Her reaction kind of startled me, especially when she suddenly stopped masturbating after she felt my touch. Instinctively, I began touching, and lightly tickling the soles of both of her feet like I had done before. She moaned aloud her approval, so I continued playing with her feet like that for a while longer.

When I gently grasped her right foot with both of my hands, and I lifted her foot a bit so that I could more easily take her big toe into my mouth to slowly, and thoroughly suck it, she gasped out loud with pleasure.

"Wow!" She exclaimed! "That feels amazing! If this is what worshiping my feet is like, then they're all yours to do with as you wish!"

Without saying a word, and without interruption, I kept her big toe in my mouth, and I kept sucking on it as if it was a pacifier. After a while, I did the same with each, and every one of her toes before switching to her right foot to do the same to each, and every one of those toes as well. Then, side by side, I sucked both of her big toes at the same time.

I licked, and kissed every inch of her wrinkled soles, going back and forth from one foot to the other one. Sometimes I took into my mouth all the toes of one of her feet, and then all of the toes of her other foot to lick, tongue, and suck them at the same time. Sometimes only a couple of her toes were in my mouth to suck together, or a few of her toes were in my mouth to suck together.

I also enjoyed tonguing in between her toes as that sexy part of her delicate feet were not ignored by me either. I nibbled her heels with my teeth, and I nibbled my way all along the sides, and arches of her feet as well. Sometimes she found that too ticklish, and she would squirm for relief. Other times the teething of her feet was just right, and she moaned aloud her approval.

I took my time worshiping her soles, and toes.

At one point when she was worried that I was spending more time worshiping her feet than I wanted just to make her happy, she told me that I could stop anytime if I wanted to stop.

When I told her I didn't want to stop unless she wanted me to, she laughed, and told me that there was no way she was going to be the one to stop me from worshiping her feet.

As soon as I stopped worshiping her feet, which again was a long time coming, I sat on the edge of her bed, and I put her feet together in my lap to fuck her soles. With my hard cock in between her soles as I firmly held them together by keeping a firm grip on her heels, I started tickling her soles harder, and harder until she started to feverishly resist the tickling by moving her feet back and forth with such fervor that the friction against my hard, throbbing cock made me shoot multiple loads of hot cum high into the air.

At the same time that my loads of cum started splashing all over her soles, and the back of her legs clear up to her thighs, she started cumming multiple times.

"Oh my God!" She exclaimed! "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"

"Me, too!" I exclaimed!

"I know," she said with a laugh. "I can feel your cum all over my feet, and my legs! I think there's some on my back!"

Her towel had long ago fallen away from her backside to reveal her naked ass, and sure enough, when I looked, I could see some of my cum on her lower back.

"Oh my God!" I exclaimed. "You're right. I came all over you back. Sorry about that!"

"There's nothing to be sorry about," she assured me. "It felt great! Just use my towel to wipe it off," she added while reaching for it.

"Thank you," I replied, "and thank you for letting me worship your amazing feet!"

"It was my pleasure," she told me with a laugh.

"No, no, no," I replied. "It was definitely my pleasure!"

"Let's just say we both got off on it," she replied.

"Did you really cum?" I asked.

"Multiple times," she insisted. "I mean, look at me! I'm sopping wet!" Then she added, "If you like to spoon, I'd sure like it if you'd do it with me. I really feel a need to be held if you don't mind."

"I'm so glad you feel that way," I told her, and I meant it.

I immediately laid down behind her to spoon her, which felt great!

We didn't fuck that night, but we became friends with benefits after that sexually hot late afternoon, and we ended up fucking a lot. As for the foot worshiping, that naturally continued as well. She loves having her feet worshiped, and I of course love worshiping them.