Nerdy goblin freak(Feet Fetish)

"It wouldn't hurt to pay him a visit, he's a bit of a weird one but I really like those comic prints." Sally quickly heads for the door, finding her boots in one corner of the entrance. She slips them on with nothing underneath, her soft pretty little toes wriggle and spread within the inner casing of the boot as if getting herself comfortable for the walk.

"Grandpa! I'll be going to a friend's place! I'll be back soon!"

Not waiting for her grandpa's response she steps out and closes the door behind her. It wasnt even noon and yet the sun was already scorching in this part of the village. It's a good thing Sally was prepared for it with her summer style and all.

After skipping down the street and greeting a few passing neighbors she soon found herself standing outside the right building. Compared to the buildings beside it, this one had proper fencing for good privacy as well as a fair amount of magi-tech stuck on the sides to provide heat or cooling during the right seasons. As Sally approached the door, she felt the welcoming shade under the front entrance to be a blessing of the goddess, wiping the sweat off her brow as she proceeds to knock on the door. The sweat made her skin glister while a few drops seep down into her curvy rack making her feel ticklish. She knocks and waits a solid few minutes until hearing the sound of light footsteps approach the door.

"W-W-W-Who is i-i-i-it..?" A timid and very stuttery voice calls out from behind

"Leedle? Leedle is me Sally! I came to stop by, open up!" Sally calls back while fanning herself with one hand, the movements make her slippery breasts jiggle slightly. The door eventually opens and standing at the door was a stubby looking goblin, he had a long crooked nose with a few hairy warts on his face, pair of reading glasses with some rather large rounded lens and green gut hanging out from the front. He wore nothing but a loincloth when he's at home, his parents have a successful merchant business thats in charge of main line of distribution within the continent. It's cause of this that Leedle lives like a spoiled kid but he's too much of an introvert to make use of his money. He easily became a shut in and refuses to leave unless it's for a large festival hosted by some brand involving his goofy character names. Sally really doesn't get any of it but she simply plays along so that he doesn't feel left out from the others.

"S-Sally.." he says with a questionable gulp, his eyes are stuck between her bountiful chest and those heavy working boots she enjoys wearing.

"Yeah? Hey leedle, I'm still outside the door you know?"

"o-oh.. right! C-C-Come on in.." he moves aside for her and closes the door once she was in. Sally felt her body relaxing as she's blasted with the cold soothing temperature from inside a refrigerated household. Of course it'll only last for so long as Leedle enjoys keeping the temperature down to a whopping 52°. That doesn't even seem normal in any fantasy standard, the guys a nut case!

"Don't f-forget to take o-off your b-boots.."

"yeah, yeah I know! Oh, did you get the new comic prints for this month?" The bubbly blonde asks while kicking her boots off her feet. Her overalls were also drenched in her sweat which made it feel icky.

"w-woah.." leedle remembers the last time she was here, he somehow managed to convince her to let her massage those soft pretty little feet of hers. He still remembers the feeling of his stubby gremlin fingers sinking into that supple white flesh, the urge to lick her soles was so great that he ended up beating his meat to that feeling for the past few days. "H-How about you uh.. g-go ahead, the c-comics should be where t-they always a-are.."

"Hm? Well okay then, I'll be borrowing the thick sheet from your bed okay? Don't take too long~♪" and like that Sally cheerfully skips past and into the hallway, blissfully unaware. Leedle stays there quietly, listening until her footsteps reach his far room. After a solid few seconds he makes another audible gulp and stares at her working boots. Slowly, the tubby little goblin reaches down to pick up one of her steamy warm boots.

"S-Sallys.. boots.. they s-still be— be so.." the excitement was enough to form a bulge sticking out from his loincloth. His hand instinctively moves down, wrapping his stubby green fingers around the small warty prick known as his green pea shooter. Unsurprisingly this guy doesn't have the biggest dick in the neighborhood but it probably could be the ugliest and smelliest within the block. The size also makes it easier to get away with things, or so he tells himself to cheer himself up. He fits the length of his nose inside the freshly worn boots of hers, taking the deepest whiff imaginable.

"Oohgg.. Sally.. Sally.." he said her name repeatedly while stroking his little foreskin back and forth. The moldy dick cheese seen clearly with every pull of the skin he makes, the sight was rather sickening.

His dick strokes were a little faster everytime, he pictures her white pretty little feet slipping into these dailys. The steamy warmth moisture of her sweat after wearing heavy boots in the blazing sun, Sally's strong scent, all of it was driving the goblin crazy. He kept his moans to himself, biting his lip as he felt himself reach his climax.

"T-Take it.. take it all.. Sally.. ngh.. Sally.. Sally.. Sally.." he suddenly does something completely risky. Taking her shoe off his face he places his dick within its warmth, it was a loose fit but with a few last strokes his cock exploded furiously inside the depths of her boot. For a small dick he can sure cum a shit load, he keeps splurting until the entirety of the boot was smeared in his thick and nasty gunk. After a minute he starts realizing the mistake he made, in a panic he pulls his smelly rotten cheese filled dick out and sets the boot down. Trying to look for something to wipe the inside clean until—

"HEY LEEDLE, GET OVER HERE!"

His heart sank, he knew that even if this was Sally, surely she'd have heard those moans and furious strokes. The goblin couldn't do anything about the boot, instead with the shrinking boner in his loincloth he starts making his **** march towards his room.