Up Close And Personal With My Feet-Foot Fetish Phone Sex

Guys with a foot fetish are so cute, they just love anything to do with feet and will be grateful for even the littlest bit of attention from one. Keith looked at my feet the way most men look at my tits and I knew what I was going to do with him. I got all bossy with him and demanded to know why he kept sneaking looks at my feet. Was he some kind of pervert or something? He got all embarrassed about being caught. He stood there stammering.

I said that if he admitted the truth then I’d let him get up and personal with my feet. He looked at me like I was trying to trick him and I pushed him, telling him to tell the truth or else I’d tell everyone what he was doing. That broke him and he apologized for staring at my feet, he just couldn’t help it. I told him that since he was a good boy for finally admitting it I’d do what I said I would.

   I went back to his place and told him to get naked and lie down. He did but kept sneaking little looks at me like I was still trying to trick him. I kicked my sneakers off and wiggled my toes in my sweaty, damp socks. He was going to love this! I told him to lie down on the bed and I put my feet over his nose and mouth. I kept them there for ages and switched back and forth between pressing down on him. Gently rubbing my feet on him. I watched as he got harder and breathed faster.

When his face was covered in a film of sweat and my scent was firmly in his nose I stopped.

I took my feet off his face and slipped my sweaty, smelly socks off. I left one on the bed and shoved the other one in his mouth to make the perfect gag. Then I put my hand around his dick and began to slowly stroke it, my fist sliding over his shaft. After a few minutes, a little drop of pre-cum leaked out of him and I went faster, putting more pressure near the head. I could hear him moaning through the sock and I stretched one of my legs out, rubbing my foot over his.
He moved his foot with mine as I kept pumping his dick. I gave a little twist on the upstroke, my thumb sliding over him just right and watched as his mouth moved around the sock gag. More pre-cum oozed out of him and slipped down my fingers and his muffled moans got louder. He rocked his hips up as his foot began doing little spasms on mine and I knew he was about to blow. He swelled in my hand and I pumped him hard as cum shot out of him.

It landed on my hand, dribbling down my fist as I kept going.

When every last drop was out of him I slid my hand off him, scooping up little drops of cum from his head and wiped my hand on the sock in his mouth. He sat up, spat it out and the wet, sweaty cum-covered sock fell in his lap. I let him keep it and my other sock because I just know he’s going to be using them tomorrow when he jerks off while thinking about me.

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