The biggest shoe shop in London had a few secrets...

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Part two: How I found a footboy virgin at the Oaks Hotel...

Edited 11.9.16

black fish nets, pink nail varnish

Black heels, bare legs.

David said to me in a very husky wavering voice, 'I've never done anything like this before, only in my dreams...'   as he grabbed my right foot and slowly began licking the soles of my tiny high arched feet.   His tongue darted on and off my sole and his hot breath just added to the sensation.

Oh yes, the boy was a natural, and with a bit of guidance,  I think he could be world class...  

The night was but a puppy, and I intended to find out if he had talent in the art of foot worship.  This would be a fun evening.

'Oh yes, yes, keep doing that to me David, that feels so good...' I begged him.

His tongue was into my arch and, filled with a life of its own, and it was now licking between my toes, one by one.

He slowly took my ankle and began sucking on my big toe, his face a mask of passion and longing.  Then he worked along to the next toe, nibbling and sucking, then the next one, and oooh, I was getting turned on fast.  My black lacy panties were soaking wet with the thrill of his tongue on my bare feet.   

I removed my lacy black bra and began pinching my own now hard nipples to add to the thrill.  My head was spinning with the total rush of it all, and a massive orgasm was slowly building up in my throbbing groin.

Realising I was the one having all the fun, I said to him 'David, take clothes off,  I want to see that big hard cock of yours...'  

He stopped his sucking of my toes and quickly undressed, grinning like a schoolboy with a stolen copy of 'Playboy' magazine.   

I am here to tell you that he was the exception to the rule that big feet on a man can equal a big cock. 

For although of average height, his magnificent 21cm throbber was the real deal, fat, hard and ready for foot action.   

'Get on your knees' I told him, 'and come to me here' as I patted the edge of the armchair.   

White pantyhose, pink nail varnish.  

As my willing slave got within leg's reach, I slowly reached down to my left side and opened the drawer under the coffee table, retrieving the tube of KY Lube.  Quickly squeezing a small amount onto my hands and then rubbing this onto my feet, I waved him closer.

Leaning back into the chair, I extended my legs and my feet, then reached out and began to rub his angry cock slowly.  

Honestly -  the look on David's face was one of complete ecstasy mixed with relief. Why? Then I got it  -  this must have been the dream he had been having, but never realised until now.   

But I would wonder about that later; my two fabulous feet had things to do...

His hard member was getting harder and harder as my feet stroked up and down his shaft.   

'Oh yes, that feels fantastic, don't stop!' he panted.   

'So you like that?' I taunted.  He just grinned in reply.  

My feet started to speed up their rhythm slowly.   'When you come, David, I want you to come on my toes.'  

He looked surprised, but I let the idea just hang in the air as my feet like two toe nail painted pistons of passion, kept stroking that thick hard pole.    

'I'll do anything you want' he panted,  'just keep those feet on my cock...'

'Anything I want?' I asked back.  'Anything?'  

I was panting myself now.  My nipples were rock hard, and my feet were tingling with 'pins and needles'.

'Yes, anything...' he gasped.

'OK... when you come on my toes, I want you to follow my instructions.'

My feet were reaching their maximum stroke speed, and a big burst of cum was not far away.

'Yes, yes, just tell me - I'll do whatever you want...' he gasped.

As my feet slid up and down his shaft, he whispered, 'I'm coming...' and he quickly stood up and squirted a huge stream of hot cum all over my waiting feet and toes.  

He quickly grasped his cock with his hand to get the last few drops of that pearl jam out of his member and onto my hungry toes.

Oh yes, this boy was good!

'Now David, I want you to get back on your knees'.  He looked a bit taken aback but did as I commanded.  

I quickly stood up and removed my black lacy panties, which were soaking wet after watching him come so hard, and I threw them onto the carpet.

I lifted my right foot towards him, covered in its pearly glory.   'Now lick a bit of that cum off for me...'  He glanced up at me, thinking I may have been joking, but realised I was not.  His tongue shot out and took a tiny drop from my big toe.  

'Keep it on the end of your tongue'  I ordered 'and now come here and lick my clit with it, as it's my turn to come...'

His hot tongue with that topping of warm cum was like being jabbed by lightning and stroked with a feather at the same time.  He slowly eased into a slow beat,  but as I had been so turned on with him licking my feet it was not long before the 'Big O' was in sight.  

I stroked his hair, saying over and over, 'Yes, yes...'

 I came like a bloody express train -  I'm sure my brain was about to burst open, and my vision began to go blurry.

It was, I have to say a "Valhalla" of orgasms.  A mind-bending, head spinning one, so much so it made me feel slightly dizzy.   On a scale from 1 to 10 on the Richter, this was about 9.5.     The boy was good  - very, very good.

After a few minutes of both of laying naked on the floor,  I think that for David, the reality of his new situation was troubling.  He had a secret foot fetish, which of course, was not a secret any longer.  

His pensive look vanished, and as he propped himself up on one elbow he said 'That was the most amazing thing I've ever done.'  

He leant forward and gently kissed me. 'Thank you...'   

It was one of the most sincere outpourings of gratitude I had ever had.  

I gave him my mobile number, but he never called me, but I did meet him a few months later in another pub in Manly Beach, and he said he was engaged to a girl who owned a shoe shop.   Any man who works in a shoe shop has a bit of a foot /shoe fetish.  I know, I used to work in one too, when I was living in London in the 80s.  

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