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 "You have beautiful arches." This is the first thing John said to me. No hello, no smile, nothing, just "beautiful arches." At first I didn't know what he meant. The image of McDonalds' gleaming golden arches popped into my head but when he came over towards me and reverentially lifted my foot, I understood. He lightly stroked the visible parts not covered by my brand new black heels. The heels I had purchased especially for Valentine's Day; the heels which did, in fact, highlight my arches, but also the heels which perfectly matched my new dress. The dress I had bought hoping to look sexy enough so that I wouldn't end up spending Valentine's night alone.  "I just have this thing for feet, when a woman has the right type of foot, wow. It's just the most arousing thing," he said with a totally enraptured look on his face. "I'm John, by the way."I shook his hand, looking him up and down. We were at a local nightclub. It being Valentine's Day, most people were in bed with their loved ones —it was a slow night. John was large, not quite the size of a football player, but definitely a nice, meaty, manly size. He was cute, and I was attracted to him, even though I'd never met anyone into feet before. We talked for most of the night when we weren't busy with customers. The flirting grew hot and heavy as the hours passed. Toward midnight, he came over and stood behind me, putting his hands lightly on my shoulders, leaning over me, his chin on my shoulder. His touch was light, but I still felt waves of arousal rush through my body, and shifted in my seat. He leaned closer, speaking directly into my ear, his cheek nuzzling mine and his breath landing on that sensitive spot on my neck —the spot that always sets me off. "You've been driving me crazy all night," he told me. "The way you keep crossing your legs, thrusting that foot out in front of you for everyone to see. Every time I see it I just want to grab it and press it to my lips and lick and kiss and taste every inch of those pretty feet. The club is closing soon and I hope you'll come home with me and let me show you what I'm talking about." Every delicious word that he spoke, every puff of hot breath, every slight touch of his fingers on my shoulders, was turning me on. My panties were soaked, I couldn't refuse.  The whole train ride to his house, he whispered all of the things he was going to do to me, and to my feet. Finally we got to his place, both so overheated we immediately ripped off our clothing. He kneeled in front of my naked self and held my shoe out like a butler or a prince.I slid my foot inside, feeling every inch like Cinderella. After that he slowly, gently, fastened each buckle. I could see his cock twitching in delight. He drew his hand over and around my foot, stroking the exposed top and every inch of leather of my shoe. He then slid his fingers between the sole of my foot, and the inside of my shoe. It tickled slightly, and when I moved my foot to try and escape, he curled his fingers and pressed his knuckles into me. We played footsie for a few more minutes, until we were both so ravenous we couldn't stand it. Enough with the niceties and foot fondling, I thought, as he placed me on my back and spread my legs wide open, his tongue lapping at me in wide, delicious strokes. He pushed a lone finger into me, teasing me as he moved it back and forth. Finally he slid his cock into me, no preamble, no warning. I was a little surprised, but I liked the way he took charge. He thrust into me, pushing deeply and making me suck in my breath. Each movement felt entirely new and totally sinful. He lifted my legs up onto his shoulders, entering me even more deeply. I couldn't move at all, could only focus on his cock slamming into me again and again. Then he turned his head and licked my foot, his tongue darting around the edges of my shoe, the way it had darted around my clit only moments before.  "Take them off," he grunted, as he continued to ram his cock into me while I strained to lift my hips and meet him halfway. In a daze, I unbuckled the shoes, letting them drop to the floor. He turned his head and pressed his whole face directly against one foot and then the other, his cock, buried inside of me, not moving.I pressed my feet on either side of his face, framing it, caressing it. He closed his eyes, turning his head back and forth, pressing it into my foot like it was my breast, comforting and warm. Then he began thrusting again, and grabbed my left foot and began licking my toes before putting them whole into his mouth, sucking as many as he could. I'd never been into any kind of foot play before, but this was different; his warm tongue and the rapturous look on his face made me tingle all over. My whole body was hot, and as he sucked on my toes and rocked his hips, I came, squeezing my cunt and my thighs as I let the orgasm grab me. He felt it too, the way my pussy tightened around him and my whole body got so tight and then loose and then tight again. He pushed into me and buried his face in my foot as he came. We lay there breathing heavily. Finally, we went to bed, and as I drifted off, I felt him turn around so his head was resting directly at my feet. Right where he belonged.
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