I think it’s fair to say my boyfriend and I have an unusual relationship. But hey, it works for us. We are compatible in many ways, and an apparently normal couple on the surface, but underneath, we have a particularly unusual approach to physical intimacy. You see my boyfriend is obsessed with feet. He can’t get enough of my feet and so much of our time together is spent with him worshipping this part of me. And though I too thought it was strange at first, I have grown to love it.
Last night was a good example of how unusual and exciting our sex life has become. I planned an evening out, getting myself all dolled up including with the short red-plaid pleated mini skirt which never fails to get him excited. And I went with my super sexy black knee-hi boots with the sexy stiletto heel. He can never resist those and they feel so good.
During dinner, I kept teasing him with suggestions about what I might do to him that night. I told him I wanted at least three orgasms but didn’t tell him whether he’d be getting one. As we ate dessert, I reminded him that I wanted him to bury his face between my legs until I scream with pleasure. And then I started to rub my booted legs up against him and told him that I couldn’t wait to feel his lips sucking on my nylon-clad toes and to feel his hands slide up and down my calves and feet.
I talked about how delicious my feet would taste and smell after being wrapped in nylon and leather all afternoon and made him tell me how much he loves smelling my feet as soon as they come out of my boots and how good they smell.
I teased him on our way home
All the way home as he drove, I kept him hard, teasing him with my legs. I let my skirt rise up a little and rubbed myself in front of him. By the time we reached our apartment, I was on fire. I ordered him to the bedroom and told him to strip, then kneel on the floor in front of me. While he did that, I positioned my ass edge of the bed and dangled my booted legs over his shoulders.
First I ordered him to sniff my drenched panties and beg for permission to remove them and eat me to several orgasms. By that time I was ready to explode. No sooner had his lips brushed across my aroused clit then my body began to quake and tingle. I held his head firmly in place and ground my already engorged clit against his face, lips and nose.
Moments later with his tongue buried in the moist folds of my labia and his nose pressed hard against the clit I reached my first orgasm. It felt incredible, as always. I screamed out as my juices begin flowing freely and the scent of my arousal filled our bedroom.
But he wasn’t done. I wanted more. I used my nylon covered legs to lock his head against my soaked groin and ordered him to use his tongue harder and faster on my quivering clit. I was insistent and would stand for no teasing. At this point,my body was absolutely on fire. Every inch of me wanted more, and I could feel every sweep of his tongue on my clit. I could feel his mouth against my moist labia, sucking and kissing each fold as my senses were heightened. When he reached up and slipped a couple of fingers inside me, another orgasm washed over me in an instant. I screamed. I shook. My vulva convulsed in a fit of bliss, leaving me shattered.
He caressed me tenderly as I relaxed. Still glowing, I told him to reposition his face at my feet and helped him to remove my boots. I planted my nylon feet over his nose and mouth and giggled as he sucked in deep breaths of my scent. The whole room was awash with my scent. My hot pussy, my juices, the leather of my boots, and the sweat clinging to my hose. He took it all in, breathing it deep inside of him worshiping my scent, making it a part of him. His chest rose and fell heavily with each breath while his hips thrust forward helplessly, his cock hard and quivering.
I reached down his pants
After a few minutes of this, I reached down began playing with the tip of his penis. I rubbed its sensitive head and saw that he had oozed a little pre-cum in his desperate anticipation. I love to tease him. I can do it for hours. But last night, watching him submit himself to my nyloned feet and taking pleasure in his oral worship of my toes started to rekindle my passions. The buzz I get from controlling him sexually was starting to rebuild and I wanted more.
Of course, my feet alone could keep him under control, and I could make him bring me to as many orgasms as I wanted before I fell asleep exhausted. But last night, my ultimate pleasure had the same direction as his thoughts. I wanted to feel his cum upon my feet. I wanted to feel my power over him surge as he begged for the honor of cleaning his cum from between my toes.
I ordered him to stand at the foot of the bed. He did as he was told, and then I slid myself down so that my feet were right in front of his rigid cock. I took a moment to tease his cock with my foot and it instantly seemed to swell. He signed and gasped from the rush of sudden pleasure that this induced in him. I told him to stand still at the end of the bed, arms to his side, and remain silent. He did as he was told, meekly, as he always did. He was such a good boy!
Softly I slid my feet up and down the length of his shaft, the smooth nylon gliding across every inch of his stretched skin. He dared not cum until I ordered it, but we both knew that he wouldn’t be able to last long. Cupping my toes around the head, the seam of the toe slid through his precum which was flowing freely. Dragging my other foot across his balls I heard him take in a sharp breath and my own breathing was also accelerating in anticipation. I kept it up for another minute, two minutes, three minutes. His cock was super sensitive and I knew he was holding back with every effort of his being. I was starting to feel my pussy twitch and pules as I savored the power I had over him.
Finally, as he started to moan and whine, I said it, I said the words he had been longing to hear from the start of the evening.
“Cum!” I commanded.
He responded immediately and his quick reaction, his inability to contain himself for even a second was such a turn on. I felt his hot cum shoot deep into my cupped toes. He twitched once, and again each time ejaculating more seed into my stocking, deeper into the fabric that will soon be between his lips. I took pleasure as I watched his face contort in relief. After another couple of small jerks, he’ was utter. He had given me everything. But he wasn’t yet finished.
“Can I please clean your feet?” he asked, breathlessly.
“Yes,” I said, smiling. “Do it. But don’t you dare miss a drop.”
I reclined and gently began to rub myself as he set to his task, sucking up the big white drops of cum clinging to my toes, my soles, and my arches. As the milky whiteness disappeared I saw him attentively concentrating on the task of extracting every drop of fluid trapped in my stockings and from between my toes. I knew it would take time, and that in the process, every inch of my foot would get a thorough soothing lip and tongue massage. As I watched him drift into his own little world, attending to his duty, I began to touch myself, teasing myself to one last orgasm. An orgasm that only a woman who has watched her man lick cum from her feet could appreciate.
As I brought myself to climax my toes curled and my foot jerked briefly pulling it away from his swollen slippery lips. He looked up at me as I drifted through the throes of yet another orgasm and he smiled adoringly. I returned his smile lovingly appreciating the pure depths of our intimacy and of the special way we pleasure one another. Yes, sure, it may be unusual, but it works well for us. These were the best moments of all, knowing that our quirky intimacy was just part of our deep, enduring love.