Ah, moving week, one thing about being in college that is always tough is constantly moving your things. Luckily, I get to plant some roots in this town now. I have my own place, and I don’t have to worry about roommates overhearing my kinky phone sex calls for work anymore! I get to relax in my new home and be the foot fetish whore I love to be!
Soon, I hear a knock on the door, followed by the sound of my doorbell. “I wonder who that could be; I haven’t told anyone my new address yet,” I answer the door to see a slightly taller man in a muscle shirt showing off his toned body. I find myself looking down further to his pants and bite my lip. I hear him chuckle and give the cliche, “My eyes are up here, Miss.” He claims with a sweet smile.
He’s got that twinkle in his eye; he’s too captivating.
I apologize as I blush and invite him inside. He has a dish in his hand, so I show him the way to the kitchen. I introduce myself to him along the way, and we slowly get to know each other. Minus the fact that I’m a greedy college anal slut, and a major foot fetish whore. “I must admit, I’ve noticed you since the first day you moved in. I just haven’t had the balls to introduce myself.” I laugh and comment back, “No balls, and you bake cookies; I thought your good looks were too good to be true.”
He laughs hard, “No, no, I can’t cook worth a damn. I’m embarrassed to say, but my sister baked those for me; well, for you.” He puts his hand behind his head and blushes, “I kept talking about you and refusing to introduce myself. She made those and told me to bring them.” I give him a big smile and bite one of the cookies. “So I was so intimidating to a man like you that you couldn’t come over and say hello? It’s a shame; we could’ve been in my bedroom fucking like animals by now.”
The chemistry between us is exhilarating!
After hearing that, his eyes go wide, and he coughs on his drink. I laugh and grab his hand, leading him away from the kitchen. “Where are we going?” He asks, eagerly following behind. Next, I lead him into my room, then push him up against the wall. Soon, my lips find his and our tongues dance together. I take my foot fetish whore body and press it up against him. Trailing my toes up his leg to the bottom of his shorts, causing him to shiver.
Then, I grab the leg hole of his shorts with my toes and start pulling them down, showing his cock to me. My hands go up to his body as I pull his shirt off of him. After, he puts his hands on my waist, feeling my curves. He pulls my shirt over my head, showing my perky tits. I lead him over to my bed and push him down on it. Soon, I crawl on top of him; I lean down and kiss his neck, my hips straddling his stomach.
Time to show off my flexibility; I bet he’s never felt feet like mine wrapped around his cock!
The bottom soles of my feet wrap around his cock, and I start to pump up and down. I finally get to scratch my foot fetish whore itch. That craving has been killing me lately. I flip over, put his cock between my toes as I stroke him in opposite directions. I lean down and spit on his cock, getting it nice and wet so my toes glide easier. Then, I lean down closer and lick the head of his dick as my feet continue pumping him.
Finally, I get my feet and mouth going as hard as I can, making him moan out and grab hold of my hips. “I… I think I’m going to cum, Mia, Fuck!” He says, a little confused but so incredibly turned on. He shoots his load on my lips and toes, covering me in that nice wet sticky cream. “Thank you for letting me be your little foot fetish whore today,” I laugh and cuddle into him. “We definitely need to do this again soon,” He says, holding me in bed.
