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Secretary Foot Worship
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There is this secretary at work, at first glance she is no much to look at but she started to wear open shoes and her feet are amazing. That's when I
decided to had to take this girl out and get a whiff at her beautyful peds. So I started to flirt with her and made a couple of comments about her feet she
told me she always took good care of them because some guys noticed them, I got excited and told her about my fetish. She said that she suspected it . iwent on
about my bussiness it was clocking out time and we concided, as always did that's when she asked me to walked her to her car. Once we got there we started
making out then she told me to drive her to her appartment and on the way over there while I'm driving she took off her right shoe and just brought her
foot up right up to my face and asked me what I would do to her feet, I told I would smell them she answered with a smile, really? well here you go knock
yourself out and places it right on my face since I was facing her and that's when I got the first whiff of her feet and it was heavenly to say the least I
was so hard I almost came right then and there. when we got to her appartment we continued making out and we got to her couchm I took off my pants and she
stripped I thought that we were gonna fuck but she asked me to lay back on her couchand she started to suck my dick that's when she brought her foot up to
my face again and I just smelled her foot till I had the most amazing orgasm right on her mouth she didn't even complainned went to the bathroom and spat,
she came back with a smile on her face and said, if I hadn't done that you would ve come real fast. We made out for a couple of minutes and when I was hard
again we fucked for a couple of hours, during the whole thing she used her feet in different ways. It was fucking amazing. Details on the next one.
Yes, please tell us the details... you're lucky!
Thanks for sharing.
Great experience!! Can't wait to hear more details.
I think we got most of the details.... Great story though!
HOLY GODDAM!!!
that's incredible! more?
Sorry that I'm commenting like 10 years late, but did you end up marrying her or what? Lol
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hi hope u likes my last incient of foot worship in train here is another true foot worship experience happened to me with the last palce i used to work as i
mentioned i am a hotel management graduate so i was working with a reputed five star hotel in a dept. where i came across a girl who was d Asst. Mgr. in other
department called priyanka a bold lady age around 28 Shoe size perfect 7 very neat and clean toes the first thing i ever notice in any female is her feeets
allu guys very well know y ? so this time slowly we became friendly as whenever we use to go for a break she use to come to me as she never used to carry
ciggarates and den we became quite friendly we use to go out sometimes but i never showed hr my intrest for her feets as i never got a safe place to so so it
happened one day i went on my leaves to my hometown and the day i reached back after my leaves were over to hotel we had a comeptition the next day. We had
four houses and i was the house captain of one house and in my house no preparation was being done so i had only one night in my hand to prepare for the copmt.
it was a fashion show next day si i called all my team members at 19:00 hrs to a collegues palce who was the managemnt trainee and use to live in a Apartment
.. this apartment was only for Asst. Mgr. and Managers we use to stay in a hotel taken on rent by the company Priyanka she also lived there after the meeting
we started practice and discussing dresses as we had one traditional round so we needed a saree for the same but none of the participants had that so i thot i
will ask Priyanka if she can lent us one saree i went to her flat .
I knocked the door she opened her flat she was drinking wine that time as she was carrying a glass of wine in her hands she asked me to come in .. i went and
told the reason to visit her she gave me one saree and told me come back after the work is over so i handed over the saree to my team mate and the after
practice all of us dispersed .
i went back to priyankas flat this time she wsa watching T.V. lying on her bed i went and sat on other side of the bed after some time she kept her jand in my
lap and told if i can plz massage her palms i found it quite ok and
did that to her after some time she pulled her hand back and then i also lied down on the bed beside her after some time she got up and said shes gonna have a
quick shower and come back i said ok after sometime she came back and oh god she ws looking damn sexy when she was wet ..this time she sat on the bed but her
feet facing my face i was still lying down after some time she stretched more now her feets just around two inches from my head and the she started flexin gher
toes she use to rub her feets on my hairs and sometimes use to pull my hairs by catching them in between her toe fingers which use to hurt but she was enjoying
all this i was not able to still show my interset in her feets .. but hen i asked her shall i give u a foot massage she was more then happy to hear this and i
started giving her massage she told me to press the tips of toe fingers as this is very relaxing after massaging her feeets for about and hour i lighted a
cigaratte siiting below her feets and she kept her fot on my chest and started rubbing and talking but at all it was not seemed by her face that she is trying
to put me down or else she knows that i have ne interset for her feets but all this was looking very normal to her and some times she use to bring her feets
till my ears and use to grip them she rubbed her feet on my face and said looks like ur not shaved today i said yeah i did it in the early morning but till
night it comes back a litttle...she said it feels good rubbing the feets on a unshaved face and said if u dont mind can i rub my fets on ur cheeks i said ok no
problem coz that was ll i really wanted without letting her know
anything so now she started rubbing her feets on my face i could really smell the aroma of leather which she was wearing the entire day and then suddenly i had
a trick in my mind and i just twisted my face and turned so that her feets touch my lips and god the moment her feets touched my lips i was in heaven i left my
lips open and she did not bothered now she started rubbing her feets on my mouth this time i opened my mouth a bit more and so her feet thumb went inside she
inserted her thumb till it touched my tongue wid that instant lick i got to taste the salt of her feets i was just about to say that ur feets a re salty but in
between only she gagged my mouth with her feet .......this time she shooved her foot in my mouth i could hardly say nething now and other feet stil rubbing on
my chest shoulders neck sometimes head and after shooving her feet in my mouth she was laughing i just started sucking it now she took out her foot by this
time i grabbed her foot and started licking them from heel to toe i sucked each finger of her both the toes this continued for a long time after this all
happened i lied down she also lied down but this time her boththe fets were on my stomach she was smoking this time and suddenly she started shaking her feets
and then kept one foot right near my chin in a way that it just went over my lips till nose i ws areally enjoying all this . after this we had couple of
sessions more but then she got married and went to U.K. i lost my mobile so i lost her number too so i am not in touch with her now but that memories are still
with me and the world is very small may be someday i can find her
If any female wish to get her feets worshipped can write tome at [url=mailto: toesucker9@yahoo.com ] toesucker9@yahoo.com [/url] but i believe in real only
Great work again mate! I really enjoy your stories since I can imagine the scenes very clearly! It seems women in India are more open to footlove than European
girls... Please keep on posting!
plof wrote:
you know is not important if you don't find her anymore , you just have to make sure to find another female boss to work for , if your job is the one that quite fit a girl to be in charge then you will find sooner another female boss to worship
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With the recent revival of a few teacher's feet threads, I've finally decided to share my experiences with one of my teacher's feet. This happened back in high school, about four years ago.
My world history teacher, who I'll call Ms. T, back during my sophomore year really ignited my foot fetish. Although I was somewhat interested in the feet of the girls in my class, nothing captivated me for than her constant and meticulous shoeplay.
Ms. T herself was quite an enigma. She was a beautiful, tall (about 5'11", maybe a bit more), and sweet dirty blonde woman approaching the age of 35, yet she was never married. Instead she seemed to put all her effort into the school through moderating many clubs and even helping to coach the cross country and track teams. That last detail is where the story gets interesting.
I wasn't a very active in student in class. I found world history somewhat easy but boring, so I would often just sit in class and gaze into nothing until I discovered what the best attraction in class was. As I said earlier, Ms. T was a natural at shoeplay. My school had a rather strict dress code for both students and teachers, so she often wore either black pumps or flats with black stockings. Ms. T would sit at the front of the room when leading discussion, dangling her what I later found out to be size 9.5 shoes.Her shoes would slowly rock on her toes, exposing her socked sole before quickly covering it back up again. From my seat near the far right of the front row, the view was simply amazing as I was able to glimpse her sole several times per class.
By far the best experience early on that year I had was when I had her class last period for the first semester. She would need to quickly leave class and get ready to help coach the cross country team, but first she would always slip off her shoes and stockings and replace them with her running socks shoes. I would always dawdle at the end of class in order to see this magnificent scene unfolding behind her desk.One time I worked up the courage to wait until after she had left and locked the room to ask a janitor to open up the room because I needed to use one of the textbooks. The janitor had given me the usual "make sure you close and lock the door when you leave" spiel and I was inside. I made my way carefully over to her desk, as if I felt like someone was watching me even though no one was there. I reached down into her drawer and removed her shoes and stockings and quickly held them up to my nose and inhaled the sweet vinegar like scent that they emitted and felt the warmth they still had from a day spent on her feet. This sniffing went on in secret for about 10 minutes before I quickly put the shoes back, locked the door, and bolted to the men's locker room since I too had to make it to cross country practice.
Since I was also on the cross country team that year, I had a double dose of her feet everyday. While she would be in tennis shoes for the majority of the practice, if she went out on a run with the team, which she did about twice a week, she would stretch with the runners at the end of practice. This was awesome since she always preferred to stretch without her shoes on, giving me a perfect view of her sweaty socked feet every week. Almost by accident, I got to know her a lot better over the course of season simply by sitting next to her to get a better view of her feet.Even though I still didn't participate much,I earned good grades in her class and talked to her a lot outside of class.
Winter was a bit of letdown since she often wore ankle boots that she couldn't shoeplay with, and no longer had to change out of them for cross country practice. Despite not really enjoying the running part of cross country season, Ms. T. convinced me to join the track team that year since I had done pretty well on cross country.
Near the end of the season the varsity track teams were set to take a trip to a meet in a big city about 12 hours from where our high school was. The combined boys and girls team only needed one bus as our varsity teams were pretty small. Since I was the only sophomore guy on the team I didn't request a specific person to sit next to on the bus and I hoped to be assigned to a row by myself, which worked out since I was. What was even better was that it was one of those nice charter buses that had the comfy seats and the footrest, which was well needed since we planned on driving through the night.
I was assigned to the last row of the bus on the left side of the bus. Across the aisle, Ms. T. had her own row as well. I'm not sure how she got stuck at the back, but since the coaches were evenly spaced throughout the 50 person or so bus I was glad that the coach near me was Ms. T. After boarding the bus we sat there awhile outside of the school without moving before the coaches told us what the problem was. Not all of our bags would fit in the luggage compartment of the bus since we had so much track equipment already in there. Ms. T. quickly volunteered her seat for the luggage since it was in the back, which resulted in her moving to the only empty seat left on the bus, the seat in my row.
For the first few hours, Ms. T. mostly sat on the edge of her seat into the aisle talking with some of the girls in the row ahead of ours. Eventually it got to the point where everyone started to go to sleep for the night though. I was already sort of dozing when Ms. T. tapped me and said that she was going to go to sleep and that if I needed to get into the aisle I could wake her if I didn't want to risk tripping while stepping over her. With that she slipped off her shoes revealing white athletic socks and curled up onto her seat, leaving the soles of her socks facing me and in the small area under my left armrest.
Despite dozing just moments before I was now wide awake. I set up a playlist of 10 songs on my iPod and let it play while pretending to sleep. After the playlist ended I slowly glanced over to Ms. T. to see if she was awake. Luckily, she and most everyone else (besides a few guys farther up in the bus who were playing some game on their phones) was asleep by now. With that I carefully readjusted myself so that my face was now inches from the soles of her socks. I inhaled deeply and let the cheesy aroma (she must've kept the same socks on since after the practice earlier that day!) overtake my senses. I stayed still for about five minutes, just appreciating the smell that running gives to her feet, before getting a little bit too greedy and brushing my nose up against her foot. I must have tickled her or something because suddenly her foot flexed and I could see her start to stretch and wake up. Without much care I bolted to an upright position, accidentally banging my knee on the footrest, and leaned my head on the window like I was asleep as she slowly came to her senses.
Even though my eyes were closed I could feel her staring at me, judging if I was awake.
She must have known what I was doing. I was too careless and completely blew my cover while sitting back up. To be honest, I was hoping she would just ask me about it later rather than embarrass me in front of the team. I had already resigned to the fact that there would be an awkward confrontation later.That's when she tapped me on the shoulder and whispered, "Hey are you awake?". My stomach dropped about twenty feet at that point and I opened my eyes, blinked a few times and responded that I was having trouble falling asleep. She agreed that the bus wasn't comfortable and even apologized for taking all the room I had to stretch out by switching seats. Then she joked that it was worse for her, since she was so much taller than I was (keep in mind that this was sophomore year, so I was only about 5"6' since I hit my growth spurt that summer). I joked back that I didn't think anyone no matter their height would be comfortable sleeping on a bus.We then settled down and tried to sleep some more. Eventually I had settled into an upright position, leaned back as far as the seat would go, while she kept shifting. Finally she whispered over and asked if she could stretch out her legs onto my lap, since the legroom wasn't quite enough for her. She ended her request by saying, "Don't worry, my feet don't smell too bad," which I laughed somewhat nervously at. While I was excited, I also felt my stomach drop again as I was basically convinced at this point that she knew what I did earlier and this was how she was going to embarrass me. Ms. T. put her feet up onto my lap and stretched out, finally seeming comfortable enough to go to sleep. While I appeared to be sleeping, those feet tormented me for half an hour.
I knew she was just waiting for me to do something with them to catch me. After awhile I leaned in to sniff them some more, but didn't try anything riskier before eventually falling asleep myself.When I woke up the next day her feet were gone. She was already up, shoes on, talking to some of the girls in the row in front of us again. I was glad that the encounter was over and shortly after we arrived at the meet. The meet was two days and incredibly hectic. Ms. T. was with the girls team the entire time, so I really didn't see her.
At the end of the second day, the team boarded the bus. I sat down in my row and shortly after Ms. T. joined me just as it had been on the way down. We were again driving through the night, so I was eager, yet terrified of what she would try to do, if anything.When the talking had died down and everyone had settled in to start to sleep, she asked if she could stretch out her legs again. I agreed, and she warned me again that her feet may smell, which was true this time since she had just been running around a track meet all day watching our team compete. I told her I didn't mind and she responded that if I didn't then I should go ahead and rub her feet for her. This came off as an obvious joke, but when she put her moist socked feet in my lap, I started to rub them. She whispered to me that I was "so going to get extra credit for that." She fell asleep and then I carefully lifted her foot up to my face. It was still most and I inhaled the deep smell of vinegar and cheese that her socks contained. I set down her leg and stopped rubbing, knowing that I did not want to push the envelope and
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