Towards Nia’s Hosed Feet

The sounds of 3 pairs of feet all moaning and yearning for Fiora’s supple seed drove his libido crazy, and he felt his semen load like a buckshot.

Between Alyssa’s gorgeous soles, Geo’s soft pillow-like feet and Nia’s veiled toes, Fiora hesitated to make a decision. They were all so beautiful! And choosing one over the other felt like treason.

But ultimately he didn’t have to choose. Fiora’s penis chose for him as his head bucked back in ecstasy, drops of white gold adorning Nia’s hosiery. He felt his cock pulse again and again with every wave of semen shooting from his tip, corresponding with equivalent waves of pleasure that rocked his body to the core.

Nia’s toes curled tightly and lurched forward, tugging and straining at the growing pool of milky goodness at the ball of her feet. They were swarming at the pool, desperately trying to get at whatever they could from within their fabric prison

The scent of Nia’s sweat and Fiora’s milky cum should have kicked his olfactory receptors into red alert. But instead of the sour, ammonia-like smell he had come to associate with pantyhose footjobs, the smell was refreshingly sweet, like melted sugar drizzled over a cinnamon bun.

As Fiora’s cock lay flaccid and tired from the giant load he just bust, Geo’s feet moved themselves closer using their ankles as leverage.

“Oi, Oi! Wake up! We’re not done with you yet!” They said, gently stroking Fiora’s cock. Fiora felt exhausted, but the sensation of Geo’s soles grinding on his cock drove another massive spike in his libido, and he wanted more. So much more.

As if regaining all its energy, Fiora’s cock stood at attention, before cuddling up to Geo’s feet like a pussycat. Fiora had already given up at this point. More stroking meant more ejaculating and more ejaculating meant more pleasure. Alyssa’s feet joined the fray as the 4 soles played tag team, each pair either focusing on stroking the one-eyed giant, or playing around with Fiora’s face.

Alyssa’s feet went for the jugular and shoved the right foot’s toes into Fiora’s mouth. The taste of Alyssa’s salty sweat, combined with the leather soles of her flats filled Fiora’s oral cavity, and the smell made it all the more worth it. Alyssa’s toes ran themselves over his tastebuds and teeth, dancing with his tongue as he ran it between her toes. They would squeeze hard whenever he shifted his tongue between two toes, just to drive home the taste of their love.

Alyssa’s left foot, however, was more focused on keeping Fiora’s head down. Her foot had trapped his nose beneath their sole, and repeatedly smushed and scrunched their toes in front of his eyes. “You like that, don’t you? You’ve got a huge foot fetish but you’re the kind to attempt to keep it ‘under wraps’. But that little cock of yours just can’t tell a lie, can it?” It mockingly said.

Fiora’s cock strained even harder at the foot’s words. “Oh? So you like this kinda stuff huh…” Geo’s feet replied.

“These soles have fucked so many guys but still they’re soft as ever. And you know what’s the secret?”

Her left foot dived down towards his balls, caressing them slowly with its toes before digging her nails into them.

“Man-Juice keeps us youthful and refreshed. And we know you’re just dying for that sweet, sweet release. Cum for us, Fiora. Cum for my soft, supple soles.”

Fiora felt another load coming, and blissfully gripped the ankles of Geo’s feet as they curled in excitement. Alyssa’s feet doubled down as he sucked and licked the toes in his mouth. Cum gushed from the head of his penis as he glazed the four feet in rope after rope of cum.

It felt like the four feet had also reached a certain degree of orgasmic pleasure as well, as the four soles let out a collective moan of pleasure.

Fully spent, this time for real, Fiora sat himself up to look at the carnage he’d caused. Alyssa and Geo’s soles had their toes and heels glistening with sweat and cum, the voices emanating from them softly panting.

Nia’s feet, on the other hand, had freed themselves from their nylon prison using a splinter on the edge of the table to break themselves free. Her caramel-painted toes splayed as her feet stretched themselves out.

But what was even more noticeable was that each little toe seemed to have a face of its own. Their little faces looked like they had been drawn on with a permanent marker, yet blinked and moved as if they were animated.

Fiora curiously reached over and touched Nia’s big toe, which caused her foot to recoil back in shock.

“Uh uh uh! No touching! Didn’t your mum ask you to ask for permission to touch any part of a woman’s body?” The toe humphed. True enough, the face on her toes reacted in kind, but felt more like a living tattoo as opposed to a 3D modelled face with protrusions and bumps.

“Sorry. Haha. Just wanted to see if you were real, that’s all. I hope-“

“YOU BETTER HOPE WE’RE REAL ‘CAUSE YOU JUST BLEW YOUR GODDAMN LOAD ALL OVER US AND LEFT US ALONE TO CLEAN UP WHILE YOU CARRIED ON FUCKING THOSE OTHER FOUR WHORES OVER THERE.” Nia’s toes angrily lambasted back.

“It’s hard enough being a fucking toe for some bitch who thinks pantyhose will get men to flock to her like she’s the second coming of Christ, but goddamn we don’t even have hands to clean ourselves up!” Her pinky toe exclaimed.

True enough, the area that her feet used to tear open her pantyhose was glistening and stained.

Hopefully that won’t lead to a sentient table, too. Fiora thought to himself.

Nia’s toes were clearly not in the mood for some post-sex happy hour, and Fiora desperately needed to find a way to calm them down before their owners woke up.