Addicted to men's feet, the smellier and dirtier the better. My biggest weakness is filthy socks. Sometimes I like to write hot captions, but mostly here to reblog.
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He lived across the street from the Johnson family. The Johnson's were in their late 40's, had a 19 year old son who still lived at home, and a family dog. He never cared for the Johnson's. Their dog was annoying, their son acted like a faggot, and recently they've put a Trump sign out on their front lawn.
He was sitting on his front porch, enjoying the sun, when Bob's loud mouth interrupted him from across the road. Bob Johnson was shouting at the faggot for wearing bright colors again, and then the faggot used his whiny voice to bitch back, they sounded like a bad sitcom. He found it all hilarious, thinking about how Bob's vein is probably bulging out of his forehead. He loved watching his redneck neighbor in a fit of rage, it gave him a sense of satisfaction that he couldn't find anywhere else.
The fag stormed off, Bob carried on doing whatever he was doing, and He poured another glass of tea and settled in to relax on the front porch for a while. He ended up dozing off on the porch, feet kicked up on the railing, head resting on the house. He woke to find the faggot neighbor standing in his yard, staring at his feet.
"What the fuck, bro?" He demanded, irritated to find some white faggot on his front lawn.
"I'm sorry, sir. I- I was just, I- I, I don't have anywhere else to go....and I don't want to go home." The fag stammered.
"Dude, what the fuck? Why are you in my yard? And why are you looking at my feet?" He demanded, not satisfied with the answer.
"I- I, I, fuck. I'm sorry, sir. You were sleeping, and your feet...I..." The fag sighed, really stumbling over his words.
It all clicked. The Johnson fag has a foot fetish! He was still irritated, but he started to smile. He thought about how pissed off Bob would be if he caught his fairy son sucking on his big, Hispanic feet, and instantly the anger started to dissipate.
The fag was embarrassed, and started to turn away. "It's ok, bud. I do have some really big feet. Why don't you come over here and give them a good massage, help me relax?" He said, smooth and confident, reeling in his prey.
The fag naturally walked right up and started massaging his big feet. He stretched his hands behind his head and relaxed, thinking about all of the dirty things he was going to do to this helpless little foot fag.


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Bad Bull
I read about bulls always saying how they must respect the couple’s boundaries, how they don’t want to negatively affect their relationship, etc. It’s not that I want to. I just don’t care. They reach out to me. I never lie. But once we get going, I’ll push things as far as they’ll let it go. The thing about cucks is that they’re so addicted to the fantasy, they’ll do anything to make it happen. And my favorite wives are the ones who already don’t respect the cuck. This way, when I tell the cuck the only way he gets to watch is if he licks my feet first, he’ll do it, and she’ll love it. He’s later going to regret it. But I’m a sadist. This is what gets me off.

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"Look who just woke up! Guess I was too rough yesterday."
"You sure didn't hold back babe. My hole still hurts a little."
He smirked and looked back to his laptop as he started to wiggle his toes.
"You'll get used to it love. No holding back in the bedroom anymore. I have a lot of work today honey, and I need a delicious breakfast to get work done."
"On it sir."
"That's my good boy. Get it ready and then come so I can serve your breakfast."
I went to the kitchen and started preparing his breakfast. It's been a month since we agreed to a dom/sub relationship and we've been enjoying everything about it. The sex has never been spicier and our love has never been stronger.
I headed to the living room with his breakfast in hand.
"Your breakfast, sir."
"Good boy. Yours is also ready baby. Go ahead, don't hold back."
I didn't need him to tell me that because I wasn't going to hold back for his feet.
I started sniffing his soles starting from his heel and making my way up to his toes. His feet were amazing, just perfect. His sole was slightly dirty from the ground, and also a bit pink and dry. They smelled earthy and vinegary in the best way.
I got my tongue out and started licking, I made sure to get every spot. From his heel, to his sole, and to his tasty toes, every inch. Up and down, left and right.
I looked up at him as i sucked on his toes, and he was locked in on his laptop. He devoured his breakfast and was focusing on work. He started working from home and a while ago, and I can now truly serve him all the time.
"That's enough boy. Now come sit with me before you start cleaning the house."
I got up and snuck under his arm to rest my head at his chest. He placed his hand on my ass and kissed my head as I buried my face in his chest.
"That's right my princess, take deep whiffs of daddy's scent."
He put his laptop away and pushed my face slightly down to his dick.
"I need a fast one boy. All in, hold, take a breath... you know the drill now."
I didn't hesitate a second to comply with his order. I took all in as I was trained by him.
"Good boy. Make daddy proud... oh yeah... hold it... hold it... a bit more... now release... good boy... tak it all back in... almost there... ahhhhh."
My mouth was full of his juice that I swallowed in before giving his dick a quick lick to clean it up.
"That was amazing, baby. Now give me a proper pedicure while I continue work. Want my feet soft and clean."
"As you wish babe."
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"He'll be here soon, so you better not lose more time crying about it and do what you do best, baby... worship my feet like a good boy."
"I'll see how can I fix it, babe. Please don't do that to me."
"Fix it? Your shrimp ain't getting any bigger, and even if you double that two minutes, you can last you'd still be a prejac. It's okay baby, I know you'll love it, you know it too. Just do a good job on my feet now and then maybe you can watch for a bit when he's here. I'll even let you have both of our feet when we're done!"
I wiped my tears and started to lick his sole. He let out a little laugh as he layed his head back, pushing his soles slightly against my face.
"This way everyone does what he can do best. I'll bottom and be a slut for Tom, he will top and dominate me, and you lick feet. Nothing wrong with that. Why would you pretend to be something you're not?"
I licked his feet even harder listening to that. I never imagined I'd be here, but here I am worshipping the feet of my submissive boyfriend... I used to think of myself as a top, but not anymore, I've been humiliated too much in the past few days that I don't think I'd ever have sex again.
My birthday was just a few days back. I had a small party at my place, after everyone left I couldn't find my boyfriend and he had just moved in with me so he was staying here. I figured he'd be in the room since he's shy and not the biggest fan of parties.
I opened the door to see my boyfriend getting pounded doggy style by Tom. He was moaning and telling Tom how he couldn't take it all in. Tom was holding my boyfriend's hips and pounding him hard raw. I stood there watching this with neither of them even acknowledging my existence. I said nothing. My boyfriend was so horny... like someone who hadn't had sex in a long time, even though we just had sex that morning.
I stood there for around fifteen minutes until Tom emptied his balls in my boyfriend's ass. He pointed at his dick and told me to clean it. I did. Without any thought, I sucked it clean. He pointed at my boyfriend's ass and told me to clean it as he smacked his ass making his way to our bathroom. I went all in at my boyfriend's ass making sure to clean all that cum.
When I finished, my boyfriend joined Tom in the bathroom for a shower, and I just stood in the room waiting for them. They came out kissing with Tom carrying my boyfriend in his big arms. He put him in the bed and kissed him on his forehead and left the house. My boyfriend went to sleep and I left the bedroom and went to the couch. I was still processing everything but I my dick just wanted to explode. I rushed to take my clothes off and while I was taking my underwear off it rubbed against my dick and made me cum. I cleaned it off and slept on the couch.
The following days were full of being dominated around by my boyfriend and worshipping his feet. I haven't seen Tom since but he was coming today to breed my boyfriend again. This time my boyfriend wants to tell him about my foot fetish and that I've had a thing for Tom's feet since forever.
I was so immersed in licking my boyfriend's feet i didn't hear the doorbell, until my boyfriend kicked my face.
"Stop licking and go open the door for your bull, cuck. Today will be fun, I can feel it."
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