Category: foot fetish phonesex

Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

“I love your cute little feet, Rachel.” He whispered through a perverted grin as his eyes fixed on my toes in my little sandals. The door swoops open from behind him and there stands Mrs. Sterling in a flowing caftan. She quickly invites me in. Brent clears his throat and tries to regain composure. They had invited me over for dinner just to show their appreciation. Celeste (as she insists I call her) told me that the kids love me so much that they are always asking when I’m going to babysit again. And they said that they never want another babysitter. I thought that was so cute. And so sweet of them to invite me over. But as I stood in the foyer removing my shoes, Brent couldn’t stop staring at my feet. I was sure that Celeste was going to notice. But she seemed completely oblivious. Then when Brent told me to sit next to him, I thought for sure she would be suspicious. But she just kept on talking, in her own little world. And she pretty much continued to blab on and on during the entire dinner. Meanwhile, Brent was getting pretty handsy under the table.

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Between My Sole

Posted 1 month ago by Rita

Between My Sole

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I lounged against the side of the couch with my sexy feet just off the edge. The naked slave with his hands cuffed behind his back rubbed his aching erection against my nylon calves. “Please, Goddess.” His words were muffled by the hooded mask he wore. I continued to scroll through my phone, ignoring his desperate pleas and drippy cock.

His hips turned to drag his shaft down toward my ankle, and I pointed my toes. Causing a gap between the heel of my stocking-covered foot and the sole of my slutty high heel. The horny toy took advantage immediately. Sliding his wet cock head into the silky opening.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

Sitting at the café, I couldn’t help but notice the shoe boutique across the street. It was another boring lunch with an online dating app date. He was jabbering on about who knows what. I was zoned out. All I could think about were all of those sexy shoes in the window across the street. I was trying so hard not to look. Shoes are a major weakness for me. Well they’re actually a serious addiction. The end of the date was all a blur. But I snapped back into reality the second I opened the door and stepped into the euphoric aroma of brand new shoes. I was immediately greeted by a middle aged man. His eyes lit up as he looked me up and down and eagerly introduced himself as the boutique owner. He complimented me on my outfit, which was a white silk button up blouse with a white lace bra peeking out, black leather leggings, and black pumps. Then he offered to help me try on whichever shoes I’d like. I picked out about a dozen pairs and sat down on the plush bench. He kneeled before me, took my feet into his hands…..

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I knew what Daddy wanted. There’s only one thing that always brought that soft, knowing smile to his lips. Especially because Mommy hated it more than anything else in the world! No shoes, never shoes for this. Daddy told me I had to go to my closet and throw all of my shoes in the trash. I walked barefoot through the garden, deliberately, slowly. Across the freshly turned earth where Daddy had planted his roses, so that my soles were black and soil hid between my toes.

When I stepped back into the kitchen, I walked directly to Daddy, standing between his spread knees as he sat in his worn armchair. I extended my feet, crusted with garden debris. He didn’t say a word. Instead, he slowly, deliberately, picked up my ankle and lowered his head. His tongue was warm, sweeping away the grit, the soil, the evidence of my outdoor adventure.

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Under-the-Desk Toe Sucker

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

I tapped the ball of my left shoe impatiently into my under-the-desk toe suckers’ crotch. The soft surface was stiffening with every anxious tap. My legs were crossed, and my right high heel was dangling from my toes just in front of his face. I knew he could feel my anxiety; that’s why he is here. To destress me when work makes me want to pull my hair out.

“For fucks sake.” I huffed as my email pinged, and the reply I’d been waiting on was being taken in a different direction than it needed to go. “How stupid can you be?” I asked my screen and felt my under-the-desk toe suckers’ hands grip my right ankle. He slipped off my shoe and kissed the bottoms of my nylon toes. The slight tickle pulled me back into my seat, and I closed my eyes.

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Sole Licker

Posted 11 months ago by Francie

 

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Ian kneeled at the foot of my recliner. He wore a hooded mask, clamped around his throat with a collar which was padlocked at the nape of his neck and nothing else. Of course, he knew better than to speak or beg. He’s such a good boy for his Mistress. Ian is a foot fucker, a sole licker and his favorite thing is to bathe my tootsies with his tongue.

It had been a long day for both of us. Ian has a very high-powered job that demands much mental fortitude from him, and I had an early morning workout and then, of course, work. My workout socks were soaked in sweat, and I didn’t have time to shower. I simply switched from smelly sneakers to cramped high heels for work. You better believe my poor feet had been slipping and sliding in my heels all afternoon.

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Cock Tease

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

I love being a cock tease to all my foot lovers out there. You all must be getting excited since it’s almost your favourite time of year, sandal season. How hot is it when your summer is filled with sexy toes on display? Since I’m a naughty cock tease I wear sexy sandals every chance I can get to drive all the foot lovers in my town wild.

I love wearing sandals all summer and you have to admit that you’ve never seen feet quite as sexy as mine. They’re perfect for sandals, flip flops or even heels. But most importantly, they’re perfect for your cock. Close your eyes and picture them for me. My feet are petite, have high arches, are always super smooth, and make for the best foot jobs.

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 Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

That lucky little Irish fuck is going to be running amuck in just a few weeks, and this year I’m going to catch him. I’ve been doing my research; see, I thought leprechauns stole from people to get those big ol’ pots of gold, but that isn’t true! They are humble little cobblers, like shoemakers! Though they can not resist the temptation of collecting more and more gold. They spend all their time either stitching soles or finding abandoned gold.

So if I catch me a leprechaun this St. Patricks day, I’ll not only make him grant my three wishes (They have to, it’s a thing), tell me the hidden location of his pot of gold but I’ll also lock that little man up and make him cobble me up some of the hottest new heels for my delicious feet.
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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I want to get naked for you, baby. Naked except for my sexy stilettos. High heels on only. I want you to see my body laid bare, my soft curves and smooth skin beckoning your touch. My breasts, firm and perky, nipples hard with desire. My taut tummy, leading down to my glistening pink pussy, already wet with anticipation.

I’ll recline on the bed, legs spread wide in invitation, my black stilettos pointed towards the ceiling. The cool leather against my feet, the ultimate teaser. I want you to drink in the sight of me, your eyes roaming hungrily over every inch. Your cock will be straining in your pants, rock hard and throbbing, aching to fill me up.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

You see the scar on my left knee? Let me tell you how I got it. We were in the heat of the moment, our bodies entwined in a dance as old as time itself. His hands roamed over my silky coffee-colored stockings, a fetish of his that I had come to embrace. “I fucking love these stockings,” he groaned, his voice thick with desire. “They drive me wild.” He slid out of me, his dick glistening with my arousal. I gasped as he positioned himself behind me, his hands gripping my hips. The anticipation was almost unbearable.

And then, with a swift thrust, he plunged into the back of my knee. The sensation was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. A mix of pleasure and pain that sent shivers down my spine. “Fuck, yes!” I cried out, my voice echoing off the walls of our bedroom. But as he continued to thrust, I felt a sharp pain shoot through my knee. “AHHHHHHHHHH…it’s popping out!” I screamed, my voice laced with panic. He stopped immediately, concern etched on his face as he helped me to the floor. “We need to get you to the hospital,” he said, his voice

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