At Her Feet
I knelt reverently on the bedroom floor, my gaze fixed on Olivia’s dainty feet as she sat on the edge of the bed. My heart pounded with anticipation. Above me, Olivia giggled softly. "You look like you're about to unwrap the best present," she teased. In truth, that’s exactly how I felt. Her feet were perfection—high arches, cute painted toes, and soft soles that I dreamed about. Tonight, she had agreed to let me worship them fully.
Gently, I lifted her right foot in both hands and brought it to my lips. I pressed a tender kiss to the top, and a shiver visibly ran up Olivia’s leg. "That tickles," she murmured, but her voice had a husky edge. I continued my worship, trailing kisses down to her toes. One by one, I took those delicate toes into my mouth, sucking and swirling my tongue around them. Olivia gasped, falling back on her elbows to watch me through lidded eyes. Seeing her reacting to my fetish sent a bolt of arousal straight to my cock.
"God, that feels... surprisingly good," she breathed as I lavished attention on her left foot now, licking a slow line along her sole. I couldn't help the low groan of pleasure that escaped me; her skin tasted slightly salty and sweet, and every moan she made spurred me on. My erection strained painfully against my pants, but I ignored it for now, focused solely on pleasing her.
Olivia, however, had other ideas. "Come up here," she said, tugging on my shoulder. Obediently, I rose, and she guided me to lie on my back on the rug. With a mischievous smile, she used her feet to slowly rub the bulge in my pants. I sucked in a breath as her toes pressed against my hardness. She giggled, clearly enjoying the power of this moment. "You like that?" she purred, sliding her foot up and down along my covered length. "Yes," I groaned, "so much."
She motioned for me to remove my pants, and I did so in record time, freeing my aching cock. Olivia bit her lip at the sight. Then, gracefully, she placed her feet on either side of my shaft and began to move them in a smooth stroking motion. The slickness of a bit of lotion she’d applied earlier made her soles glide easily. I gasped—this was beyond anything I'd imagined. The soft arches of her feet squeezed around me, pumping my shaft with surprising dexterity.
Pleasure flared through me as she increased the pace. One foot teased my tip, rubbing the sensitive head, while the other massaged my base. "Oh, Olivia... I'm close," I warned, cheeks burning both from ecstasy and the vulnerability of how quickly I was about to come undone.
"Good," she whispered, "I want to see it." Her encouragement and the erotic sight of her pretty feet working my cock sent me over the edge. With a strangled cry, I came, hot spurts of cum spilling onto my stomach and even across her toes. The release was intense—perhaps the most explosive orgasm I’d ever had.
Olivia giggled in delight and slowed her movements, gently milking the last drops from me with her toes. Panting, I sat up slightly, immediately reaching for her feet again. I couldn’t help myself—I took her cummy toes into my mouth, cleaning them off one by one while she watched with wide, fascinated eyes.
When I was done, she pulled me up onto the bed with her. "That was incredible," she admitted, kissing me deeply. I tasted a hint of myself on her lips and felt no shame. We curled up together, her feet affectionately tangled with mine. I felt contentment wash over me. I had worshipped my goddess, and she had loved every minute of it.
by Jovan