#foot kink

[allforholly]

It’s okay to admit it…I’ve turned you into a total foot freak 🦶🏻 my milky soft soles fill your dreams, my dirty gym socks are the only smell that truly feels like home to you. You’re toe-tally obsessed and completely mindfucked for them!

[soxsneaksboots]

My straight turkish friend has always very stinky socks

[pleiades99]

My first pair of white socks. Love them 😍

[babebarefoot1]

Hope your mouth is ready 🤭

[loubella77]

That’s my own foot

[little-ticklish-lee]

….too bad they aren’t being tickled right now 🤷🏼‍♀️

[the-ravening]

"Thanks, honey. Go back to sleep."

NEBENAN / NEXT DOOR (2021)

[allforholly]

I’m your source of self destruction…melting and occupying every bit of your pathetic beta brain. Now repeat after me😵‍💫

“Every pay day is for Holly Rae . My bonuses are for Holly Rae. My wallet is for Holly Rae. My only purpose is to serve Holly Rae, to be used and abused for Her own financial gain as She sees fit.”

[soxsneaksboots]

Serving a MASTERCOUPLE

[bonezone44]

I Have A System (18+)

Joel x afab!Reader

Summary: You try to help Joel with his bookkeeping and end up fucking his foot.

Word Count: 1474

tags: foot kink, foot fucking, toe sucking, non-descript Reader, pet names: baby, darlin. Joel refers to Reader's pussy as "she"

A/N: Alright. Last foot fic for a while!! I’m not even that into feet. These things just keep happening…..

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You don’t know how you end up in the position.

You were helping Joel organize his financials and get them keyed into the computer. And while sorting through the stacks of papers, you accidentally knocked them over, scattering them around and underneath his desk. You were crawling through the disaster trying to clean it all up and Joel was griping about you unplugging one of his cords. You couldn’t blame him. It was a mess of wires under his desk. And loose screws. And drill bits. And gas station receipts. And an empty bag of Takis. 

“Get out,” he groused with his eyes on his screen, nudging you with his knee. “I’ll deal with it later.”

“Oh! Like you deal with all this other shit down here?” You flicked your hip against him and his chair went rolling backward. “Fuckin’ mess,” you muttered, flinging the Takis bag in his direction.

He groaned. He planted one bare foot on the ground and the other against your backside. “I have a system—”

“You don’t have shit!” you laughed, tossing more trash over your shoulder.

He shoved you with his foot. “I know where everything is–”

“No, you don’t!” You threw your ass back against him, but he didn’t roll that time.

He braced his hands on the arms of his desk chair and pulled his leg back, swatting your hip with the top of his foot. “Get out!”

“No!” you snapped.

And at some point in the tussle, his bare foot got tangled in the loose leg of your shorts.

“Shit,” he muttered.

With one hand holding you up and the other around a receipt for two donuts and an energy drink, you clenched your thighs together to trap his foot in place. “Ha!” you shouted in victory, wiggling your ass in his direction.

You had been too focused on your task to realize just what Joel’s foot was pressing against and as he kicked his leg to free it, an involuntary moan echoed from your gut and you nearly fell face first into the hardwood floor beneath you.

Your bodies went still.

Silence fell between you.

There was only the whirr of his computer’s cooling fans filling the void.

Joel broke the tension with a chuckle. “You liked that, huh?”

You swallowed, unable to speak or move. 

He flexed his toes and your body trembled.

He laughed. “Do me a favor, darlin, and sit up straight for me.”

You looked back at him over your shoulder. Wide-eyed.

His eyes were adoring but his smirk was wild. “Go on, now.”

You took steady breaths as you spread your thighs, allowing Joel to pull his foot away. You turned around to face him and plopped your ass down. Your shoulders were hunched and the top of your head pressed against the underside of his desk. 

“Spread those legs for me, baby,” he drawled.

You blinked slowly and complied.

Joel grunted, his palm squeezing the hardening length beneath his jeans. He settled his right heel mere inches from your crotch. He reached forward with his toes and pressed into your clothed center.

You gasped and twitched.

“Yeah, she likes it,” Joel chuckled. He watched you with discerning eyes as he curled and splayed his toes against you. His forearm flexing as he clutched himself. “Go ahead and take those shorts off.”

Your eyelids drooped and your jaw went slack. You lifted your hips and peeled off your shorts and underwear. Your bare bottom fell back down to the floor.

A pleasured scowl overcame Joel’s features. “She's hungry,” he moaned. 

He began to pet and caress your pussy lips with his big toe, tracing along your wet edges with the curl of his foot. He unzipped his pants and pulled his thick cock from its confines. With his eyes locked on your exposed core, he spat on his cock, a long trail of saliva falling from his pouting lips. His hand spread around what little moisture it provided. 

His left foot joined his right and he pulled your lips apart with his big toes. 

Cool air across your center made your body tremble.

“Never thought I could get ya like this,” he said as he stroked himself. “All wet and desperate.”

You whimpered as he toyed with your clit, squeezing it between his toes. 

“Think I could get a few in there?” he asked. His left foot pressed against your inner right thigh. He prodded at your entrance with the toes of his right foot, wiggling them to see if he could stretch you enough to stuff them inside.

You curled your hips forward with a guttural moan, falling forward on your palms. 

He pulled back his left foot and planted it on the ground. He pulled his right foot away from you.

You whimpered and looked up at him with pleading eyes.

He grinned. His hand still gliding up and down his cock. “I think we can get the whole thing in there.”

“What?” the question fell from your lips with a gasping breath.

“Get it wet,” he said. His smile dropped. “Then fuck yourself on it,” he snarled.

You blinked. Your whole body roiled with heat and panic and desire. 

He lifted his right foot to your face, almost kicking you with it. “Go on,” he said–all amusement gone.

You grabbed the foot in your hands and brought it to your lips. You tongued between his big and second toes, tasting your own slick and the dry salt of his skin. You sucked the second toe into your mouth, laving it with saliva. Then with his big toe prodding the outside of your cheek, you brought the other four into your mouth, forcing yourself to drool and dribble. Once satisfied, you pulled his foot away and set it back down on the floor.

Joel watched with hungry eyes. “Sit on it,” he spat.

Every inch of your skin burned and cunt pulsed. You were still in an awkward half-crouch position underneath his desk, but you didn’t think to move or resituate yourself. You simply lifted your hips and hovered above his toes. You brought two fingers into your mouth and quickly wet them before plunging them inside of you. You needed to start from somewhere before taking a whole foot inside of you. 

“Fuck yeah,” Joel groaned, squeezing his cock.

You didn’t have much patience and after only a few seconds of fingering yourself, you grabbed his foot and held it in place. You began to lower your desperate cunt onto his toes. It felt… strange and asymmetrical. You had to go slowly, pushing past the uncomfortable burn of your inner thighs and core. 

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Joel gasped out. “You like that, baby? You like fuckin my foot?” he wiggled his toes inside of you and it did something wicked to your g-spot, pushing a disembodied cry from your chest. 

You rolled your hips up and down as his foot went deeper inside your cunt. All of his toes were inside of you and you were nearly to the arch.

“You look so good like that. Fuck, you look good.” Joel spat into his hand and stroked himself faster. 

He continued to wiggle his foot as much as he could with it inside of you. You groaned and fell forward on your elbows. “You like that, baby? That foot treatin you good?”

You nodded absently, your body chasing the burning hit billowing from your core. You panted and moved your hips with an animalistic hunt for release. The fact that you were fucking Joel’s foot was a stray thought in the back of your mind. Your main focus was the pleasure rippling out in steady building waves.

“Come on, baby. That little pussy takes my foot so good.” He groaned. “Shit, she’s good.”

Your hips jerked back and forth. Your face fell into the floor as one hand held his foot steady in place and the other toyed with your clit. Every muscle in your body worked towards to same goal–come come come come—

A high pitch moan escaped you as your orgasm hit. Your cunt pulsed steadily around his toes. Your body trembled in aftershocks and your pumping blood vessels dulled your hearing.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Joel groaned. “Fuckin’ my foot like that.” His whole body tensed up. “Fuckfuckfuck–” Joel came in his hand with a tight lipped grunt, cum spurting up and out over his frantic hand. He exhaled loudly and stroked himself, spreading the cum around as small droplets continued to leak out of him.

You pulled Joel’s foot out of your cunt with a moan and fell onto your side. You couldn’t open your eyes. Too hazed and dizzy.

Joel sighed. “This is why I don’t want you messin around in here,” he smiled. “We never get any goddamn work done.”

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[identify-as-a-slut]

🏴‍☠️

[loubella77]

Fetish friendly AF!!!

(Cashapp/Venmo/Google Pay/OF)

💝 DMs here, insta, or OF 💝

[little-ticklish-lee]

I took some nice sole pictures about 3 days ago, but didn’t get to send them to the person I took them for…

So… I might just post them here instead😇

[alittlemxchievous]

Have some new jeans and feet pics!!!

[valkyriecainxxx]

Me right now if you even care 😈🖤

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[saint-mona]

John Lennon developed a foot fetish after ‘topping & tailing’ with Paul McCartney.

Pass it on.