A buffet of feet

It was supposedly the most common fetish in the world, since apparently liking tits and asses didn’t count as a fetish. What made feet appealing though? What was the reason behind any fetish? You couldn’t say, but while you were catching your breath the idea had entered your head, and your cock was beginning to stir back to life yet again.

Sitting up and taking in your personal buffet, you noticed everyone save Nalini and yourself still had shoes on. In Kari’s case she couldn’t actually take her clothes off entirely thanks to her makeshift bindings. You couldn’t deny that there was a certain charm in a girl being entirely naked save for some shoes or socks, but there was also a charm to what was underneath.

Springing from the bed, you headed for your first target.

Astrid had moved back to the foot of your bed after confirming Emma was fine and was currently mid stretch when you parked in front of her. She settled back down quickly and gave your cum soaked meat a glance before looking up at you blankly. Then you dropped to your knees. Her expression instantly softened and she spread her legs.

Your real goal however was her boots.

Grabbing one of Astrid’s ankles you lifted it up and fiddled with the zipper. In a moment you were slipping the boot off her foot and were struck with a heady wave of Astrid’s natural scent. Her boots were as tight as her pants so she was **** to go barefoot just to fit into the shoe, much like why she had been wearing a thong you imagine. Form over function if you ever saw it, but boy was it working out for you.

You were quick to take her other boot off and tossed it to the side. Astrid reacted with a practically orgasmic sigh. When you pushed her long, slender, pink soles together in front of your face, she wiggled her suitably long toes and threw back her head.

“‘Bout time I got those bastards off.”

“Nice, now we’ve got smell that.” Kari wrinkled her nose.

“It’s not that bad.” Astrid pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes at Kari, “Besides, it’s not my fault the night turned out like this, I thought we’d be back at your place hours ago.”

You barely noticed Astrid gaze fall down upon you as you buried your face between her high arches and took a deep draw of her scent. She obviously took care of her feet. It was a clean albeit stale scent, almost literally dripping in sweat.

“You enjoying yourself down their foot boy?” Astrid coldly questioned.

You were stunned stupid by her tone. Looking up at her though, despite having her brow furrowed, she was showing you her gorgeous teeth.

It took you a spell to calm your heart and remember you had complete control over the situation, you bought one of her CD’s so you could do whatever you wanted to her. Okay, that sounded absurd, but it was how things worked now.

Cocking an eyebrow you ran your tongue from her salty arch up to the tip of her big toe. Astrid’s smile was set in stone, but her eyebrows and toes twitched in response.

“That a problem?” You asked in the most nonchalant tone you could muster, despite being naked and hunched over her feet like some kind of gremlin.

“No, as long as you enjoy yourself while you clean my feet.” Astrid leaned back on your bed and sniffed, while unceremoniously pushing her soles into your face without another word.

You couldn’t deny you enjoyed that, but was that actual positive emotion you heard? When it came to sexing you up, unless she was putting on an act or talking about it with Emma she’d been some combination of bored and miffed up until now. You were immediately reminded of moments earlier when she shouted at you for playing with her ass, just remembering it made your heart beat faster.

But hold up. Following that she had seemed more than a little excited to wrestle Kari into submission. While that alone wouldn’t have meant anything, she seemed pleased with having you worshipping her feet. Did she have a thing for dominance?

That was certainly something you’d have to consider if you still wanted your plan to ‘fuck her into liking you’ to work. But you’d have to be sure it wasn’t just a red herring. You could straight out ask her, but she might brush you off like back in your car. You had to be smart,

“You’re a bit of a bitch aren’t you?” You smiled as wide as you could but Astrid’s face had gone blank, “That’s kind of hot.”

Astrid covered her mouth with one hand and turned away.

Jackpot.

“Ooh, how about you do me too then?” Kari spun around on her stomach and dropped the orange treads of her shoes inches from your face and started shifting them back and forth like a pair of scissors.

After taking one last deep whiff of Astrid’s feet and giving her toes a parting kiss you slid over to place yourself in front of Kari’s feet.

Kari’s shoes were the same ones when you first met her, simple, casual and lacking any laces so you slid them off without a second to spare. Discarding the shoes you were met with the sight of Kari’s considerably smaller and far less sweaty feet, wiggling playfully beside Astrid’s.

Burying your face in between Kari’s feet you found they weren’t nearly as fragrant or sweaty as Astrid’s but they still felt incredible against your face. However, when you took a long slow lick from her downturned toes up to her heel you found they were just as salty as Astrid’s feet .

Kari responded to the lick by wiggling her feet frantically and stifling a giggle.

You took a moment to suck on one of her heels before kissing down the side of her foot slowly, taking in her flavour and scent as deeply as you could.

“Hey! Foot boy!” Astrid barked, placing a foot in front of your face just as you made it back down to Kari’s toes, “I already told you I hate being teased! If you’re going to be down there at least finish with me first! You heard Kari bitch about the smell!”

At first you were startled into obedience. The confidence and **** behind her order had made you initially forget about how unnatural your situation was. One delicate lick of her soft, pink sole was enough to remind you though, you hadn’t committed any kind of faux pas, Astrid just wanted to mess with you.

“And whose fault is that?” Kari lifted up her feet and dropped them on top of Astrid’s tangling them up together.

“It’s called style, not that you’d know, chunky.” Astrid left you with only one of her feet as she kicked back with her other one, sounding nowhere even close to as upset as she was just a moment ago.

“Um, should… I take off my shoes too?” Emma croaked, still rubbing her throat, looking slightly confused at her feet, but the remnants of a smile still on her face.

“Please.” You smiled at her, forcefully wrangling Astrid and Kari’s feet and giving them each a long savouring taste.

Emma grunted in understanding then heaved herself over and started fiddling with her laces. Once the laces were both pulled loose she slipped off one shoe, revealing an adorable white ankle sock on feet that were just as small as Kari’s.

You stuck Astrid’s slender toes into your mouth as you watched on in horny anticipation.

Emma took off her other shoes and placed them off to the side neatly. Then came the socks. First she hooked one finger under one sock and slowly peeled it down until her delicate heel was exposed. She slowly rolled the sock up her arch, stopping just at the balls of her feet, then pinched near her toes and plucked the sock off. After doing the same striptease with her other foot she flexed her toes and wiggled her feet and looked to you with curiosity,

“Is this… good?”

She honestly had no idea what she was doing to you right now. You had been sucking on Astrid’s toes as hard as you could, transfixed in awe. Astrid’s expression hadn’t changed one bit though.

Tearing your mouth from Astrid’s toes with an audible slurp you didn’t hesitate to move onto Emma’s toes. You were certain you heard Astrid huff, but Emma let out a peep of surprise followed closely by coughing into her arm. You made sure her feet didn’t go anywhere though by grabbing her ankles and holding firm.

Her feet were drier than either Astrid or Kari’s, no doubt thanks to her socks, but they still had a delightfully natural musk that really spoke to how long she’d been stewing in her shoes.

You made sure to taste every inch of Emma’s feet, getting more than a few giggles -- closely followed by pained groans -- before you finally pulled away and stood up, lifting her feet up with you.

Wordlessly you looked over at Nalini and lined yourself up with Emma’s arches at the same time. Nalini met your gaze for a second before she smiled and slid herself over. As you slowly slid your length between Emma’s delectably soft soles, Nalini leaned back, placed her hands on her toned calves and lifted her feet towards your face.

There wasn’t a hint of sweat, but they still had her subtle yet unmistakable scent. Her soles were just as smooth as the other girls but her shoes size was definitely somewhere in between Astrid and the other two.

You couldn’t quite remember where, but you remembered hearing that scent played a role in attraction. On some animal level, if a person enjoyed the smell of someone else that meant both people had different enough immune systems to produce a healthier offspring than either of them were. If that was true, you were pretty sure all four of these girls would be perfect mates then.

“Oh, so mine weren’t good enough for you?” Astrid, with a frown on her face, stretched out her leg and lifted up your sack with her toes while the rest of you was buried between Emma’s feet.

“What am I supposed to do?” Emma, in stark contrast, was mildly concerned and looking around at the other girls frantically.

“Calm down, you’re doing fine.” Nalini cooed, while you kissed her toes and slowly started to pump between Emma’s feet.

“All you need to do is sit there and let him do all the work.” Astrid’s expression was soft when she spoke to Emma, but when she turned to you she looked disgusted, “If you ask me that’s all he deserves if he’s going to start with a complete amateur's feet.”

“Getting a bit jealous?” You half turned to smile at her, still determined to give each and every one of Nalini’s toes a taste in order.

Astrid’s scowl deepened and she flicked her toes across your sack,

“As if.”

“She totally is.” Kari rolled onto her back, making an obvious effort to clench her cheeks together to avoid driving the vibrator deeper into her ass, and scooted over closer to you.

“Why would you say that?” Astrid shook her head at Kari.

“Because I love you and I just want you to get laid.” Kari’s smile was like the sun.

Astrid snorted, curled her lip, then looked away, dropping her feet back to the floor.

“Why’d you stop?” Making no attempt to hide your disappointment you slowed your thrusting and tore your face away from Nalini’s feet.

Astrid immediately perked up,

“Greedy boy, aren’t you.” She brought one foot back up, extended her big toe, and traced the length of your meat not currently squeezed between Emma’s arches, “You want everyone’s feet at once?”

“Of course?” You got what she was going for, but you would’ve thought the answer was obvious.

Astrid frowned, but Kari started to laugh,

“Of course he does -- hey! How about you stick that bad boy here. I can’t do much else right now anyways.” Kari lifted her feet up and wiggled her toes, “Then the rest of these fine ladies can show Emma a thing or two.”

“Oh, so Emma’s not a fine lady?” Astrid reached over and tweaked one of Kari’s nipples sharply.

“Ow! Fuck! This is what I get for trying to help you?” Loud as she was, Kari looked pleased, “Emma knows I love her, right?”

Emma sucked in a deep breath, but immediately was sent into a coughing fit.

“Well I don’t think it’s that bad of an idea.” Nalini smiled gently, pulling her feet away from your face as she sat up to pat Emma’s back, “Right?” Her question was directed at Emma after she had calmed down a bit.

Emma hesitated slightly but soon shrugged, then nodded.

Three votes for. How could you argue with that?

Releasing Emma’s ankles, you moved over and began burying yourself between Kari’s feet.

“Fickle too.” Astrid clicked her tongue disapprovingly.

Beside you Nalini was motioning and instructed Emma to copy her and lifter her feet up towards your face.

Running your tongue over your new presentation of feet tangled together, like a vanilla caramel swirl, you still couldn’t help but frown at Astrid,

“Everyone but you asked me to do this.”

“Oh don’t mind Assey.” Kari started to chuckle as Astrid looked like she’s just been slapped, “She likes to act like a tough bitch but she actually loves to be teased -- as long as she gets some attention in the end.”

“Can you blame me?” Astrid cleared her throat in a **** bid to compose herself, still scowling at Kari, “I can’t get off without a dick in me.”

Something told you Kari and Astrid wouldn’t hesitate to be this bold even without a magical intervention, but Nalini let out a grunt of agreement and both her and Emma nodded.

Well that was certainly interesting. Maybe Astrid should be next? You were pretty sure she was getting off on her attempts to demean you, but apparently you could tease her right back. That could be a whole lot of fun.

“Still, I didn’t quite expect you to be a foot guy.” Kari jerked you from your musing with a sharp change of topic.

“Yeah, me too.” Nalini bobbed her head, “I mean, when you asked us how we felt about feet I had suspicions, but still, you don’t really look like it’d be your thing.”

“What did you even expect a foot guy to look like?” You raised an eyebrow and pulled out from between Kari’s feet.

“Mousy hair.” To your surprise, Emma was the first to unhesitatingly reply as you grabbed her ankles and placed her feet beside Kari’s.

“Poor hygiene.” Nalini added without missing a beat as you placed her feet across Kari’s and Emma’s.

“Beady, shifty eyes.” Astrid lifted her feet up without being asked.

“Either super fat or like a walking skeleton. just weird proportions.” Kari shivered and rolled her eyes.

The conversation wasn’t exactly erotic anymore, but at the same time that just turned you on even more as you began rubbing your meat against everyone's feet. Plus they basically just called you hot. Well, not creepy, but that was pretty much the same thing.

“Why would you think any of that?” You were somewhat baffled though. You never had any opinion on what someone with a foot fetish would look like.

“Believe me, most people who ask for a girls feet fit into at least two of those descriptions, usually more.” Nalini shook her head with a far off look in her eyes.

“Why would you date someone creepy?” You began grabbing random feet and pushing them together around your cock. You were nearly there.

To your surprise they all began to laugh. On one side, Kari and Astrid was racked with violent, sarcastic guffaws, and on the other, Emma and Nalini were looking away from you.

“The majority of men that ask for our feet aren’t usually boyfriends.” Nalini coughed from behind her hand.

Looking around you could tell everyone agreed.

“And most people bold enough to just ask generally give so few fucks they don’t take any care of themselves.” Kari flared her nostrils and exhaled sharply.

“Does… does it happen a lot? Like stranger’s asking for your feet?”

It took a moment for anyone to answer, in the end Astrid was the one that stepped up,

“Not really, but you’d have to be a whore to have more boyfriends ask for your feet than stranger's, honestly.” Her gaze naturally drifted over to Kari.

“... Could you not.” Kari pursed her lips and frowned.

Well that would fit into the narrative you’ve learned about life. Still…,

“No one’s asked me for my feet before….” You hung your head despondently, still thrusting between the edge of Nalini and Astrid’s feet placed beside each other.

“Oh, poor foot boy.” Astrid pouted and moved her free foot up and down your hip sympathetically.

Nalini did similar but up near your chest.

You were left wanting for a better nickname though. However that could wait,

“Get your feet together, I’m almost there.” You gave out the order and with one last parting stroke, both women moved their feet back onto the pile in near unison.

You immediately got ‘in the zone’ and hammered back in between Kari’s feet as if you were in a trance. The girls all waited patiently, naked and smiling up at you. It didn’t take you long before your mind lit up in ecstasy and you started firing ropes of cum across every bare sole you could. As your orgams took hold you could barely think straight, but some animal part of you started guiding you to cover as much bare feet as you could, until it looked like you had upended a bottle of glue over the entire pile.

“Jesus!” Kari sat up and let out a long whistle once your orgasm had finally subsided.

“You’re not some escaped government experiment or something, right? I mean, there’s just no end with you….” Astrid sniffed then without missing a beat, lifted her foot to her face, and gave it a long slow lick from bottom to top, without breaking eye contact.

“I think I’d remember escaping from some lab.” You chuckled, forcing yourself to look away and take a seat on the bed.

You had begun to notice that so long as you avoided any stimulation right after orgasming, you managed to be… normal. Sure, you didn’t have quite the same sage like state after an orgasm that you used too, instead you felt accomplished, fulfilled, and like you had just pounded an energy drink. Feeling refreshed and alive didn’t mean you were uncontrollably horny though. All it took was a glance over towards Emma nervously inspecting her sticky feet and glancing over at Astrid happily licking away to get your meat stirring again though. It definitely would require more experimentation, but you were pretty sure you could actually control your lust if you wanted.

Just then your stomach rumbled to life and attracted everyone's attention.

You couldn’t survive off just orgasms though. You were now painfully aware -- literally -- that it had been a crazy amount of time since you last ate.

“Hey, yeah!” Kari leaned in, not the least bit concerned with the cum coating her feet, “If you don’t plan on letting us go soon big guy, how about some grub?”

You caught a glimmer in Nalini’s eye at that, but when you faced her she started to frantically shake her head,

“Sir, you don’t need --”

“I’m keeping you for a month, I can’t let you starve.” You frowned at her and she hung her head like a scolded child.

In the background Kari let out a long, deep,

“ Daaaaaaamn! A month?”

Still, hungry as you were, how could you avoid tossing yourself back into a fivesome? It wasn’t like it happened everyday. Well apparently it could now but still….

“You still didn’t answer my question. Not really.” Astrid muttered, wiping some cum off her cheek, one of her feet now polished clean.