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Foot Fetishes are one of my favorite study topics. Mainly because I have a bit of a foot fetish. I took on the profession I did for becoming a teacher would get me in so much trouble. Now as I pull on my nude stockings for work, the nylon slipping over my toes. Wiggling. Keep pulling over the arch of my foot, right over the heel. The silky smoothness sends a shiver down my spine. Running my hands down first one leg around the hell, over the arch, checking the ball of foot, toes comfy, before doing the same on the other. Making sure the stockings are smooth, no wrinkles or bunching. Next come the shoes. An open toe, I like to see my toes peeking through. It gets my pussy nice and wet. Today they are creamy golden colored shoes. The leather is cool to the touch of my sole.
My first client of the day and I know I get to be naughty. Tease him, walking slowly past him to my chair. Before crossing my legs, I let shoe rub against my leg. Legs falling open slightly. My crotch less panties show my pussy lips, wet from preparing for my day. Denying myself satisfaction. Building it, teasing him. Crossing my legs finally I move my foot up and down watching him stare. Opening where we left off. The feeling of my foot rubbing along his cock. How I curve my foot, toes separating to grasp his cock. Stroking the length. All the way down. Feeling you get harder. Strong mature toes painted a nice pale pink today.
You want to suck on them. Don’t you? Worship its partner foot. Feel me pressing into your balls with the heel of my foot. Run your nose along the inside of my foot. Lick between my toes. I feel you getting harder. I do believe we have indulged you enough today my patient. Pulling away I slowly put my heels back on. Just the toes peeping.
My husband watching always made matters so much more fun, especially the cuckold phone sex part. I’m a good whore who has a thing for chicks like you, the kind that’s a man on the outside and a woman on the inside. I don’t mean physically, I mean that metaphorical need to be recognized by your true identity. I love being messed about by a huge cock that’s soon to be gone. It makes me feel amazing to know the current dick playing with me like I’m a toy house storing its meat, might be embracing its final pussy. Meanwhile, my husband can’t help but be jealous of the thick fuckable sacrifice worming its way deep and making my eyes roll back for exhibitionist sex. The truth is, his tiny cock can’t handle a woman like me. He can’t satisfy me no matter what he tries, so inner girls with an outer prick so hard and mighty it would make a saint blush and admit got had touched it, get me thirsty for a throat fucking and a pussy pumping. Anywhere I can get their cum and satisfy my needs, you betcha I’ve tried it, and I’ve made him watch while I was at it. He’ll cry if it’s too big, he’ll beg you to make me cum because at least someone has to, and he’ll spend a good portion of the night curled up to me apologizing that he can’t do what that dick just did for me. I’ll hug him close, console him, and fantasize about the next huge girl cock that I’ll be bouncing around on and making him weep for next. It’s a horrible cycle I can’t get enough of. A cosmic circle that he’ll be a burden too until he can either grow a bigger dick for me, or learn to satisfy me himself. Sadly I think one is about as likely as the other, so I’ll see you inside me tonight too? Bring your deepest Fantasy phone sex desires.
My feet took me to the strangest places in my youth, including exhibitionist sex. I remember this one party where the wealth ran like a waterfall, and everyone was born with a silver spoon that shined of lusty delight. I’d snuck off a little to get away from the stuffy environment and get some air, and tripped right into a studly man who picked me up right on the spot. “Oh um, thank-mnnn-” My lips were interrupted mid-thank you by his. He pressed against me, drove his tongue deep and explored in ways I was very much not ready for. My dress was lifted up, my panties moved aside, and his drawers dropped in a practiced motion that I was far too drunk to pay attention to. The wine had also ran like a waterfall, and I was pretty sure my pussy would be too in a second given he wasn’t giving me a moment to even make a faux attempt to tell him to stop. “Hau!” I’d cried out in surprise as I was entered, my pussy devoured by his hungry cock, slipping deeper without even a second’s delay. “Holy shit!” He got fucking me hard and smacking my ass against the wall, his hands holding me tight and sturdy so he could rut himself into a sperm-filled volley deep inside me.
The thing about a man using his money to get laid is that you kinda get a great deal while he’s trying to get your Hairy wet pussy into bed. Fancy food, fancy gifts, he even got me fancy panties to tear off with his teeth. The best part is the fancy hotels my hot pussy gets pounded at. I love a man who’s willing to bribe the absolute fuck out of a whore, get her nice and ready for something new, and then treat her like any other slut and dick her til she’s lost her damn mind. Laying on satin sheets, staining my ass with his overflowing cum, his cock pumping so hard and furiously into my soaked cunt my juices are splashing all out of my wet pussy and making my fantasy phone sex desires come true. There’s nothing better than doing it in pure luxury. I can’t help myself, a man flashes that green and treats me right and my pussy fluids are dripping down my damn thighs. A man like that ruins a lot of panties, so he better gift me plenty more! I don’t slack on that ass-bouncing, pussy pumping, jump on that dick and ride action either, no I get it all and do it all. What I’m trying to get across here, is that I’m leaking jizz in a nice hotel right this very moment, and I kinda wanna talk about it. You’re ready to listen to a hot sexy story that ends with a chick like me staining sheets that someone else is going to have to clean, right? Because I could talk about that forever, fuck, I’d fuck myself to my own tale despite the fact that I’m already completely fucked out. It’s just that sexy, I can’t help myself, I’m a slave to my own whims and desires even if they’re a bit much. Oh! I can hear him getting out of the shower and coming to mess me up once again.