When my parents needed a baby sitter there was always only one reliable person and that was uncle Robert. I loved staying at his place. I always had dessert for dinner and I could just take off my shoes and run around barefooted. I loved feeling the cold hardwood floor on my feet. Uncle Robert actually loved it too, and it was then that I knew he has a foot fetish. One night I took it a step further and used it to against him.
I had been wanting to stay late to watch a show I wasn’t supposed to watch at my age, but I knew I had to sleep. There wasn’t much rules at uncle Robert’s place, but since he had to sleep early, I had to too. I known for awhile that he loved me more than just his niece. I remember one time I sat on his lap and with all the wiggling and bouncing I made him rock hard. Lately though, he had been paying more attention at my pretty perfectly pedicured feet than my changing teen body. I sat next to him on the couch and put my feet up. I started playing with my toes, and I made sure he noticed. I then placed both my feet on his lap, laying my head at the other end of the couch.
“Can you pretty please massage my feet?”
Uncle Robert immediately started gently rubbing my toes and the bottom of my feet. I could feel under them how hard it was making him to touch my pretty small feet. I asked him if I could stay up and he said no, that is when I actually started rubbing his crotch. I leaned back and that is when I asked again, and he said no. That’s when I got closer to him, stroked his big cock over his pants and started opening his zipper. I pulled it out. His cock was so big, for a moment, I even forgot why I was doing it. I leaned back again, and made him sucked each one of my toes. When my feet were all wet with his saliva, I started stroking his cock with my feet. Placing it right in between them. I ordered him to spit down on his dick. It made it easier to pick up the pace. His cock was throbbing and I knew he was about to cum. Before he did, I stopped and asked him one last time if I could stay up. He begged me to keep going, and agreed. He popped about twenty times all over my pretty feet.
After that, the only way I could get him to let me do something was by satisfying his foot fetish.
Call me and let me satisfy your taboo cravings.
