Italian Friends Worship Each Other S Feet

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Italian Friends Worship Each Other S Feet
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It was a really hot summer day. The sun beat down as hard as it could, so me and my best friend hung out inside his nice air conditioned bedroom. My name’s Blake, and I’m a nineteen year old high school graduate. Having not gone to college yet, I was able to spend a lot of my time going to friends’ houses. Trevor, my eighteen year old best buddy, is one of those friends. The two of us have known each other since I was seven and he was six, and we have been inseparable ever since. It was around 3:30 in the afternoon, the time of the day where the sun seemed to burn the brightest in the sky. Trevor and I had recently come back from tossing the football outside, so our hair was matted to our foreheads and our shirts were stained with sweat. The cool air of his room felt amazing after being in that 98 degree heat. The two of us sat comfortably on his bed. We decided to play Super Smash Bros. for the Wii-U, an awesome Nintendo fighting game that was sort of a tradition to play. The character I always played the most out of, Samus, was getting the crap beaten out of her by Trevor’s main, Captain Falcon. I didn’t do a good job evading all of his attacks, and finally one Falcon punch sent me flying off of the stage and into oblivion. “Darn,” I grumbled between shaky breaths. My final stock had been taken away, while Trevor still had two. “Another round. This time no items. Final Destination. This time I plan to win!” “That’s what you always say!” Trevor laughed as we were sent back to the character select screen. I chose Robin, another character that I played a lot of, and he chose Luigi of all characters. “How about this time we make a bet. The loser has to do something super embarrassing.” “Like what?” I asked, and the two of us sat for a moment in though. “How about...the loser has to smell the winner’s feet!” “Eww, gross,” Trevor said, clicking start and going to select a stage. “You just gave me more of a reason to beat your ass.” Suddenly I was regretting opening my big mouth. Why would I even suggest something like that? Trevor was a lot better at these games than I was. For every twenty of his wins, I must have won twice. I refused to lose this time. So the match began on Final Destination. Five stocks, no items. I was so terrified of losing that I escaped his every attack and jumped out of the way, but never even landed a single hit myself. I realized I couldn’t delay the match any longer so I began mashing the buttons, attempting to destroy Luigi. My plan didn’t work out like I had hoped. He was a lot better at evading attacks and countering. The match went on for several minutes. I was in a familiar spot, with him being at two stocks and me only having one. My damage was in the sixties. I had to beat him. I charged up my special attack and shot the beam of lightning towards him, sending Luigi flying into the air. I was quick to leap ahead, hit him with my sword, and send him flying off of the map. As Luigi began to respawn above the ground, I took that moment to take a small breath. My eyes darted to Trevor’s shoes. Those old shoes he’s been wearing for over a year now. Inside those shoes were a filthy pair of socks and his smelly bare feet. The thought of having to smell those feet up close made me gag. There have been times when he slipped out of his shoes, and almost instantly the putrid smell of his feet filled the room. It’s something I’ve had to tolerate for years. With Robin and Luigi both with one stock remaining, the stakes were on. We each took turns pummeling each other, but since I had a higher damage, I was sent flying farther and farther with each hit. Finally, with one up-B move from the green plumber, I was sent skyrocketing, coming back down to slam into the camera and then fall down and disappear. The match was over. “Ugh, are you kidding me!?” I dropped the controller and grabbed my head in anger. “Hope you’re ready to smell these puppies,” Trevor said, holding back his laughter. “Get off the bed.” I did as I was told, hopping off of the bed. “On your knees.” Trevor was completely demanding. As I lowered myself onto my knees, I was scared of what was to come. Trevor remained seated at the edge of his bed. He lifted his feet up into the air, his shoes inches away from my face. I could almost smell them. “Take my shoes off, please.” My hands trembled as I wrapped my fingers around the heel of his left shoe, grabbing it and slipping it off of his foot. The stench hit me immediately. I could feel my gag reflex start to act up. Out of pure instinct I dropped his shoe and went to cover my nose. Trevor saw what I was doing, yanked off his right shoe, grabbed my head with one hand, and with the other he held his shoe over my nose. “Oh, GOD, your shoe reeks!” I grabbed his arm with both hands, but was unable to push his shoe off of my poor, helpless little nose. I had no choice but to inhale deeply. It was either that, or stop breathing entirely and suffocate. And I prefered smelling his putrid shoes over dying, any day. After several seconds of that torture, he dropped his shoe and then extended his feet out towards my face. The socks he were wearing were gray, athletic socks. They might have been brighter at some other moment in time, but now they were dark, dirty, and damp with sweat. Before leaning in to smell his socks, I asked, “Do I HAVE to?” “Duh!” came Trevor’s response. “I’ve been wearing these socks for weeks now. The bet was for you to smell my feet, in all of their stinky glory. That includes my shoes and socks.” I could feel my face burning red with embarrassment. But I leaned forward anyway and pressed my nose against his right sock. I wanted to puke! I was unable to back away. Trevor was still grabbing the back of my head with one hand. He suddenly pressed his right foot onto my nose, squeezing my nose in between his disgusting toes. “Your socks...are so...gross…” I managed to say in between forced sniffs. My lungs were filled with the disgusting aroma of Trevor’s smelly socks. I just wanted to get some fresh air! I got a second and a half of freedom when his right foot left my face alone, but the feeling was short lived when his left foot pushed against my face. “Ugh...mmphh…nasty…” “How do my feet smell, dude!?” Trevor asked, but I didn’t answer him. He already knew the answer. In response to my silence he pressed both of his feet against my face and rubbed them up and down. I couldn’t tell if my face was burning because of my embarrassment, or because of his hot and sweaty socks? He had been wearing his socks and shoes since he woke up in the morning, so they were really drenched in sweat. I was practically drowning in it! I could have taken his socks and wrung them out like a wet towel! “Hey man, lay down.” Not wanting to argue, I laid down on the carpeted floor, looking upwards at Trevor as if he were a giant and I were an ant. He got off of his bed and stood tall above me. He lifted up his left foot, grabbed at his sock, and tugged it off, throwing it off to the side. His foot crashed onto the ground beside my head. He did the same to his right sock, and then that foot landed on the other side of my head. “How much longer is this going to be? I don’t think I can take much more of this!” I called up to Trevor. Trevor smiled mischievously down to me, lifted up his left foot, and pressed it against my chest, his big toe poking against my chin. “Let’s see how much more you can take before you pass out!” Trevor raised his right foot into the air and hovered it right over my face. My eyes darted from his heel to his toes. His bare foot was glistening with sweat, and nasty gray sock lint and dirt collected around his toes.The cheesy scent of his feet fumed downwards towards my nostrils. I didn’t know how much more I could take! Trevor lowered his foot, and his big toe pressed against my lips. He smeared his big toe around my lips, applying pressure, trying to shove it into my mouth. I tried my hardest not to let him. He removed his left foot from my chest and instead suddenly pressed it against my nose. “Oh...yuck!” He squeezed my nose between his filthy toes, forcing me to inhale the sweaty stench. I didn’t move or fight back because I know that it would have been futile. While his left foot smothered me, his right foot continued fooling around with my lip, this time using his first three toes to try and pry my mouth open. “Mmmphh….stop...mmm…” I could barely speak. If my mouth opened even a little his toes would enter. “Open wiiiiiiiide,” Trevor sang, pressing his toes harder against my lips and squeezing tighter on my nose. “Say ahhhhhhhhhh!” “Mmmm...no….MMPPHH!!!” That was the end of it. Why was I stupid enough to say “no”? The second my mouth opened, I was greeted by the not-so-delightful taste of his sweaty toes. I had no choice but to slide my tongue along the surface of his sweaty toes as they entered my mouth. I gagged. My heart raced and beads of sweat (probably Trevor’s foot sweat) dripped down my face. I was smelling Trevor’s feet, as well as licking between his toes, for what felt like an hour but was most likely just a couple of minutes, when Trevor finally released me. I gulped my first breath of fresh air. “Yuck...that was disgusting…” I rubbed my face with my shirt, trying to free myself from all of the nasty foot sweat. Trevor collapsed back onto his bed, laughing hysterically. When he stopped laughing he sat upright, lifted his legs into the air and wiggled his toes. I grimaced, staring at his feet in horror. "Damn, that was fun!" Trevor cheered. "Maybe you can smell my feet every day!" The thought horrified me. He wouldn't really make me do this again...would he?

It's been a while since I wrote anything, but here's a short little story about one of my oldest friends Roy. I met him when we were around ten in middle school. I had recently seen him in person after years so that's why i was reminded of this experience.

Anyways, when we were 12 and in the 7th Grade, we were in the middle of gym class. The air stunk like musk, sweaty armpits and smelly shoes and socks. To everyone else, it smelled gross but to me, I was practically in heaven. It was around this year I seriously started to like the sweaty stench of boys, and thankfully we were in a locker room filled with twenty-something of them! I remembe
[Commission - Luffy x Coby, M/M, Consensual, Feet, Humiliation, Bondage, Sexual] - Does it taste that good? - The captain smirked at my joyful drooling face. Since my mouth was full with his toes I just nodded with a smile. - I'll give you a little treat then. - Luffy pulled his foot out of my sore mouth, letting me pant a bit for air. He then slowly rubbed it into my pink hair and patted my head. - Bring me my sandals. - He gently smiled. - B-But I'm still tied up, I can't use my hands. - I replied and his smile widened to a smirk. - Yes. - He touched my lips with his other foot. - But you have a mouth. I knew immediately what to do as those tanned toes slid across my lips. I turned around and fidgeted my way to his sandals. His feet left a dirty imprint on the insoles and the nasty smell just radiated out from it. I gently bit on the straps and raised them in the air. I crawled my way back to the pirate and bowed at his feet to place the sandals on the floor. The moment they
 After I finished kissing Cayden's toes and he finished laughing at me we just went back to playing Call of Duty. At about 8:00PM, Cayden's parents said that they were going to be gone until Sunday and they asked me if I'd like to stay the night, and I decided that I would.

His parents ordered food and left shortly after. Me and Cayden ate and then went back to playing games. It was about midnight when we finally decided to go to sleep and we went up into his room. "Want a pair of shorts?" Cayden asked, "Sure" I said, shorts would be a lot more comfortable to sleep in then the jeans I was wearing. I went into the washroom and changed and whe
After making a bet with Trevor, I am forced to smell his nasty shoes, socks, and bare feet. Based on an actual experience, but SLIGHTLY exaggerated.
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Wish I could find someone in Louisville KY to worship there smelly feet like that. I would be there footslave for life

My first foot fetish experience was with my best friend's sisters, Katie and Sara. They were twins, slightly shorter than average, but very cute, with brown hair, dimples, and with a shoe size of about 5 1/2. They were always dominant by nature; they have spit on me, and used to rest their feet (with shoes on) on my chair touching my theigh and on the the dashboard whenever we were in the car together. Enough background information, time for the story.
  
I needed a place to stay as my whole family was going to my sister's soccer tournament, and I decided to call my best friend. He asked his parents, and they said yes, however my best friend needed to go to a fitness place for 2 days, so the twins and I would be home alone. I didn't really care, and I needed a place to stay anyways, so I agreed. Little did I know what would come of those two solitary days.  When I arrive at their house, I knock three times, and Katie opens the door for me. "Hey." She mutters, then walks away to resume whatever she was doing before my arrival interupted her. Iglance at her bare soles as she walks away, admiring their softness and flexibility. I then take my shoes off (as is custom in their house) and close the door. I can't see Sara anywhere, but I assume she is wherever Katie had just gone off to. Bored, I sit down on the couch and start looking at my phone. About 10 minutes go by, and Sara comes into the room. She doesn't greet me at all, just sits down in a chair branching left off of the couch I'm currently on. She starts rubbing her socked feet then, an annoyed look on her face. She then seems to have an idea. "Andy, can you give me a foot massage? I was just running around outside and my feet hurt for some reason." She asks, although it sounds more like a statement than a question. "Sure" I reply, and waited for her to come onto the couch so she could put her feet on my lap or something. "What are you waiting for?" She demands. I guess she doesn't think she should have to move. I mutter something un-intelligible, and kneel before her, and she rests her feet on my knees. I pick the right one up, and started caressing it. I then press my thumbs into her arch, knead her heel with my knuckles, and stretch her toes with my fingers. She doesn't say anything, pulling out her phone. I repeat this process for 10 minutes, and she doesn't look up once. Eventually she pulls her foot away from me, and sticks up the other one, her toe (still socked) hitting my chin. She still says nothing. I continue on, and sometime later, Katie walks into the room. "Hey Sara, do you wanna- oh!" She giggles, "Hey there Andy, what are doing down there?" "He's giving me a foot massage." Sara says with a smile. "Can I try?" "Sure!" Sara gets up and goes to lay on the couch, using my knee as a stepping stone. Katie, laughing, sits down in her place. "Rub my foot! My feet are tired and sweaty from running around all day, and seeing as you don't have anything better to do!" I start to massage her feet, although it's difficult, as they're slick with sweat. She wasn't exaggerating! She grabs the remote and turns on Austin & Aly, as I continue to rub her feet. She also begins to play on her phone, which is a bit odd, because she just put a show on. I don't think much of it though, as I/m just about having the time of my life! Then, in one swift movement, she sticks her big toe in my mouth. I freeze, unable to react. Both Katie and Sara start laughing histarically! Katie then shows me her phone, and says triumphiantly, "Your life is about to change for the worse!" As I see the phone my heart jumps into my thoat, and I think I'm gonna be sick; she is recording.  "Strip!" Katie barks with a smile. I hesitate, my face turning bright red. "Strip or I'll show this video to the whole school! And don't try to delete it; I've already sent it to Sara and uploaded it to our emails. If you delete the version on my phone, I'll have plenty more!" Defeated, strip down to my undies. "Awww, is the little boy afraid to show his wee-wee? Let's see what he is more afraid of, this picture being on the phone of everyone he know's or showing his tiny penis to two pretty girls!" Sara giggles from her placed on the couch. I obediently take off my underwear, revealing my tiny penis. "Wow, it really is small!" Katie says with a smile. My face blushes a deep red color. These girls are humiliating me, and there is absolutely nothing I can do about it. "Hmmm. how do you think we can have so fun with him Sarah?" Katie grins. "Why don't we take him for a ride?" Is the reply. I'm confused, as I have no idea what they mean by this. That is, until Sara sits on my bare back and slaps my bare ass, "Giddyup horse! I have to go to the bathroom, an I can hardly be expected to walk now that I have you!" I comply, with no dignity remaining, and crawl, nude, over to the bathroom. I stop only when I am directly in front of the toilet. "Take off my socks!" Sarah says as she diposits herself on toilet. I do as she says, then look up at her, waiting for further instruction. My submissive instincts kick in, and I want to make her life as easy as possible. She looks me dead in the eye, "Put them on your ears!" I carefully position the socks on my ears, and Sara starts cracking up. "Now you really are a horse! Actually, that's an insult to the horse. Maybe some pathetic kind of dog. Go ahead doggy, wimper and beg to worship my feet!" "Please mistess, allow me, your pathetic dog bitch, to worship your divine feet, even though I am unworthy!" I wimper. As sad as this sounds, at this point I had fallen in love with her, and was willing to do literally anything she said. "Your wish has been granted, slave." She lifts her feet up, and I place my face under them, lying on my back, and she sets them down on me. The smell overpowers me, but I love it. I completely lose myself to her feet. I lap away at her soles, removing the grime and sweat they collected today. I lick and lick and lick, running my tongue up her feet from heel the beginning of her toes. I maneuver my tongue around the balls of her feet, and suck of her heel while my tongue works at it. I relish the taste, and every second I spend sucking the sweat from Sara's feet is a second of pure bliss. I contiinue my adoring worship of her goddess feet in this manner until I hear the word that grants me my wildest dreams, "Suck." I wrap my mouth around her big toe, and suck. I suck like my life depended in it. I remove the dirt, and swallow all of it. The taste is amazzing, and words don't do it justice. I do this with each of her toes, and then she shoves both of her feet in my mouth. I don't protest in the slightest. As I lay there, my jaw stretched to it's limits, with Sara's feet in my mouth, I realize this is where I belong. The only thing I do is flail my tongue in a pathetic attempt to keep licking. Sara looks down on me, and laughs. "You are the most pathetic creature I have ever laid eyes on!" I know why she says this, as I keep obediently licking the foot that makes my jaw ache. Regardless of how she hurts me, I will always love her, and worship her. If she were to kick me, she would not make contact with my face, but with my tongue
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