u/Capital_Direction_78

Hello all. Here is the final part of my Joanna story. Expect it to ramp up even more than the last part. Once again, all characters are 18+ (especially Joanna). Expect more ballbusting, foot worship, all of it. All othe parts of the story are linked at the end. Lotsa love.

Chapter 4 - The Finale

Her big toe entered my mouth, slowly. A sharp taste of salt sent my taste buds into a frenzy. I tasted worn boots, vinegar and soap. The next toe entered my mouth, then the next, until I had all of them in there. Just like the man in the photo. 

“Lick between every toe.”

She ran her fingers up her skirt.

“Suck on them. Suck the sweat from my toes.”

I sucked, and I licked. The taste. Fuck, the taste. She pulled her toes out and ran her sole over my face. Her heel smelled as strong as her toes. I licked all over, smelling all over. She pressed my cock harder, my balls. She was crushing my balls. 

“Please, not yet. I don’t want to orgasm yet.”

“Absolutely. You cum when I say you can cum.”

She pulled me up to my feet. The moment I was up, I doubled over, gasping for breath. My groin and my stomach were on fire. I didn’t see her thigh coming the first time. She completely knocked the wind out of me. Then it came again. Joanna thrust her thigh into my aching balls, harder. She kept it there, grinding it, pushing it. Her gloved hand held my chin. Our eyes locked. 

“I just needed to distract you, didn’t I,” she said, giving my balls one last nudge before letting me slump into my chair. 

“Is that how you imagined it would feel?”

I cupped my balls, checking them in case they’d flown into my abdomen. My cock remained solid.

“Holy fuck.”

“Not bad for a Grandma, am I?”

I rubbed my hands over my face, blinking quickly. My blurred vision subsided. Joanna sat opposite me. She slid her other boot back on. 

“Budge in closer. I want to give you a goodbye gift.”

 She pulled the top of her boot up, stretching her foot out in front of her, above my groin. Like a sack of potatoes, she dropped her heel on my cock. I yelped, doubling over, almost headbutting her thigh. She slid the sole of her boot along the length of my cock and pressed down, crushing my dick into the chair. I wondered if the neighbours heard me growl and splutter. She used her weight on my cock to leverage herself up out of the chair. She grabbed my hands and placed them on either bum cheek. 

“Feel that while I crush your dick. Do you think I can press the cum out?” 

A brief moment of relief as she lifted her boot, and then, STOMP. A high pitched screech escaped my lips. 

“My cock,” I said. 

Joanna slapped her gloved hand across my face. 

“My cock, actually. One more, and you can have it back.”

“Fuck. Please.”

STOMP.

Instinctively, I grasped her calf, feeling the muscle while she drove her boot down harder on my shaft. 

“Do you want to cum?”

I couldn’t speak. She stomped again. More squealing. 

“Do you want to cum?”

“Yes. Yes.”

Joanna sat back down. I was in bits. I couldn’t sit up. Joanna crushed my cock. It needed release. 

“You need one final punishment. Come and stand in front of me.”

I hobbled over to her like I had been running a marathon. It felt like I had. 

“Closer. That’s it.”

Her hands gripped the top of my shorts. She yanked them down to my knees. She pushed them down all the way with her boot. My hard cock bobbed in front of her, dripping cum on the floor. She lifted her leg up to my groin, sliding the top of her boot under my balls until the top of her foot pressed against my cheeks. My balls sat on the crook of her foot. Joanna pressed her boot up, applying pressure to my testicles.

“Hands on your head.”

My knees shook. Cum continued to drip a shiny trail on her boot. Tentatively, I placed my hands on my head. 

“Your dick has taken quite the punishment. And your nuts,” she said, nudging them a little. “It’s getting late. If I was a dominatrix, I would make you leave without an orgasm. But, I’m not, and I haven’t had a young man orgasm in my company for a short while now. Before I let you, you need to answer some questions.” She lowered her leg a little before bringing it back up, quickly into my swollen testicles. Her leg kept going, lifting me up onto my toes. 

“Strong legs, aren’t they. All the walking I do. Come a little closer, now, or I will give you a real kicking.”

I inched closer as best I could. But Joanna didn’t budge her leg. The closer I got, the more her calf crushed my balls against my body. 

“Keep coming.”

I’d surpassed her boot and my balls dangled just below her knee. I felt the danger of it. Although my balls ached, and my cock throbbed, I longed for her to hammer that knee into me. Just once more. 

“Now on your knees.”

“Yes Mistress,” I said. I expected Joanna to lower her leg, but she didn’t. I bent my knees, but she kept her leg pressed against my balls. Only moving when she felt she had to. 

“Fuck,”I said to myself. “I can't take much more. My balls, you’re crushing them.”

My knees met the floor. The top of Joanna’s foot hovered just below my testicles. 

“I’m going to reward you now. Don’t you worry.”

She pulled her chair closer, reached down and grasped the pulsating head of my penis. The rubber of her fingers squeezed and circled, kneaded and pulled. She kept this going, massaging the head for about a minute, while she drove her boot, time after time, into my nuts. It wasn’t aggressive this time, it felt sensual. Her toe smacked my gooch. The immense pleasure and pain turned my fingers into claws, gripping my head. With each stroke and every hammer from her foot into my gooch, cum swirled around. My orgasm screamed below the surface, bubbling, almost at breaking point. 

“You like the smell of my feet, don’t you?”

“Y-yes, MIstress. I do.”

“Did you like it when I stomped on your cock?”

“Ooh, my god. Erm, yes, Mistress.”

“What did you like about it?”

Joanna’s hand slid around my big, purple head, slowly, teasingly, using the cum as lubrication. Then, another wallop from her boot, crushing my nuts, again.

“Tell me, what you liked.”

“Seeing your boot between my legs, feeling your boot on my cock. I could still smell your toes. Taste them.”

Joanna gripped the tip between her finger and thumb. She reared her other hand back before slapping it down across the top of my cock. My penis danced around, side to side. Strings of cum flailed left and right. 

“Huuurgh,” is all I managed to say. 

“You want my feet again, don’t you?”

I only nodded, I could barely think after a slap like that.

“Slide your legs under my chair. I want your cock directly under me.”

I assumed the position. Joanna dropped her hard soles on my chest. I knew what I had to do. I grasped them at the heel, one by one, as Joanna slid her hot feet out of them. She flexed her pink, slightly dirty toes towards me, showing me her meaty soles. 

“You have to wait for these. Smell my boots, again. I like to see your cock twitch.”

I buried my nose deep. Joanna planted her sweaty soles on my stomach. I inhaled her vinegary scent. She took her other boot and placed it over my throbbing cock. She squeezed the sides together, trapping my penis. She began to pump it awkwardly, but it felt unreal. The heat clouded around my cock. The damp, moist inside trapped around my penis. 

“I would love to get my foot in there, too. Crushing that erection of yours into my sweaty in-sole. I’ve not been this wet in ages.”

She threw the boot aside. Her right foot kicked the boot from my face and both her soles smushed my nose. I grabbed her ankles, trying to bury my head in further. I wanted all the scents, all of her sweat. She reached down and pumped me. Slow at first, gliding her hand around my shaft. I buried my nose between every toe. Nothing I had seen on the internet did justice to the real thing. I licked her heel to her toes. 

“You’re very good at that,” she said. “Both big toes. Suck them.”

Faster now, she jerked me into oblivion. 

“Stop a moment,” she said. 

She pushed her chair out from underneath her and sat between my legs.

“Much better from here,” she cooed. “Open.”

I took each toe, one at a time, sucking the sweat from each one, working my way to the heel, licking the length of her sole. Joanna’s gloved hands worked my head and my shaft, twisting, jerking, squeezing me to orgasm. All I could say was, “Fuuuuck.” My body writhed and convulsed involuntarily. Joanna looked to be in her own world of euphoria, moaning and touching her breasts, running her fingers between her legs. I reached for her boot again. I inhaled deeper and deeper, moving from smelling her wet soles, between her toes, to the inside of her welly. She pumped vigorously.

“I’m going to cum.”

“Fuck, Yes, cum, cum for me.”

She grabbed a handful of my balls and squeezed. I sniffed the vinegary, sweaty scent from her welly boot. Joanna pulled my testicles downwards a little, squeezing the cum out while she jerked me like she was polishing a new car. Ribbon after ribbon of cum flew from my cock, landing on her gloves, splashing her thighs. I continued to smell her toes, still as smelly as when we started. She dropped her feet to my sides, pulled me up by my wrist and wrapped her legs around my waist. She held me close, still squeezing my balls. The pleasure and pain leaving no room for clear thought or articulate words. 

She shoved her other hand over my nose and mouth. She slid her gloved fingers between my lips. 

“Is it all out? Or shall I crush them until you’re empty?”

I heard the rubber squelch when she tightened her grip for just a few seconds. 

“Hurgh,” I said. 

“I love that sound.”

Joanna finally released me. Together, we collapsed onto the floor. Both feeling like we had run 10 miles uphill. 
  
Eventually, once we’d both caught our breath, Joanna turned to me.

“Next time you come over, there will be no mention of this ever happening. Do you understand?”

I let the disappointment sink in for a moment. 

“Yes, I do.”

I watched her hand lift in the air before crashing down on my drained testicles. 

“Hrrmmmph.” I had bent completely in two. The sudden shock and nausea left me reeling in the foetal position. 

“Yes, Mistress. Say it.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Don’t look so glum,” she whispered, stroking my hair. “I said there will be no mention of it. I didn’t say it can’t happen again.” 

The moment I tried to speak, Joanna stood up and said, “See yourself out. I have things to do. Next time, though, you’re going to do a few things for me. Alright?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

I watched her slip on her sandals. She disappeared back into the house and locked the patio door. I guessed I would have to jump over the fence. 

Part 1 - https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1tben93/joanna_the_foot_model_chapter_1/

Part 2 - https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1tcd6kq/joanna_the_foot_model_chapter_2/

Part 3 - https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1td8c1a/joanna_the_foot_model_chapter_3/

Hello. Here is part 3. Things ramp up a bit. I won't tease this out much longer. The rest will be posted tomorrow. Once again - more foot fetish, boot fetish, ballbusting, all the good stuff.

Part 1 - https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1tben93/joanna_the_foot_model_chapter_1/

Part 2 -

https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1tcd6kq/joanna_the_foot_model_chapter_2/

Chapter 3

“Would you like me to tell you about this one?”

I finally turned to Joanna. Her deep, blue eyes met mine. Her eyebrow raised a little. I gasped. The tips of her fingers rested gently against my hip, dancing over the waistband of my shorts. I swallowed, and said, “O - okay.” Joanna grasped my hand and dropped it on her thigh. Her gloved hand lay atop of mine, holding it there.

“This thigh, as you can see, is crushing his balls.”

I couldn’t speak.

“He told me to go hard. So I did, many times.” Her fingers grazed my outer thigh. “He loved it, can you believe that?”

It was a genuine question. Joanna’s eyes bore into me, waiting for the answer. 

“I guess I can.” 

“The photographer told me to stop and keep my thigh pressed against his nuts. That’s when the man on the floor crawled in and sucked on my toes, my sole, everything.This photo doesn’t do it justice. But then we took this one,”

The page turned. A close up of the same man. Joanna looked crazed in the picture. Pulling the man’s hair back. His mouth wrapped around her toes. All of them. 

“No feeling like it,” she said, with a sense of longing in her voice. “Do you want to know something else? Or should I stop?” 

The distinct texture of rubber traced a line under my belly button. Joanna took my faint gasp and tensing of my body as her answer. 

“In the previous photo, I held that position for 3 minutes while he clicked his camera.” Her mouth tickled my ear lobe. She whispered, “he orgasmed from the pressure. What do you think of that?” 

Her rubber index finger drew a line from just below my belly, down the middle of my right thigh. My hands gripped the sides of the book. I felt the pages dinting from the pressure. 

“From your thigh?” I asked. 

“I dug my thigh into his nuts for 3 whole minutes.  He shot his load up my stocking. Have you ever imagined such a feeling?” 

Her left hand gripped my shoulder, hard, while, up my shorts leg, I felt Joanna’s finger tickling the top of my thigh. My erect penis a little too close for comfort. 

“You can tell me.” 

My eyes were shut, tight. The suspense killed me. Not even my previous girlfriend knew half the stuff I looked at online. 
“I have.”

“I know you have. You enjoyed my little trick, didn’t you?” Her boot trailed up my leg, again. Surpassing my knee and stroking the inner thigh of my other leg. The sole felt cold against my skin. The toe of her boot brushed the hem on my shorts leg. 

“What have you imagined? Hmmm? Anything in my photos?”

“Yes.”

“Let me guess. You seem to have lost your tongue.” Her boot drifted a little higher, her finger did the same. It trailed just below the tip of my bulging head. 

“Domination. That’s your thing. A strong woman, kicking your nuts. Crushing them with a strong thigh?” She massaged my shoulder, squeezing it tight. 

“I think so.”

“You want your balls punished. Maybe that cock of yours, too. I saw how you looked at my feet. My toes. I don’t think you would complain if I took off these boots and slid my toes into your mouth, would you?”

The rubber brushed over my bulging head. Light enough for me to think it was in my imagination. 

“You definitely have a foot fetish. Not opposed to hot, sweaty -” Her lips danced over my ear when she said, “smelly feet.”

Pre cum dribbled down my leg. Probably onto the chair, too. Joanna used her foot to turn my chair towards her. My cock stood up, tenting in my shorts. A patch of damp on my groin caught the light. 

“You’re a submissive, wouldn’t you say?”

“Erm - probably.”

“You have a choice. Either you can go home now. Or, we can have some fun.” Joanna pulled her chair forwards a little more. Her crossed leg dangled between mine, until she planted her sole against the metal of my seat, directly in front of my crotch. I’ve dreamed of being under the sole of a boot. Feeling it against my body, trampling my cock. Oh, god. What was happening right now. 

“Do you want to have some fun?”

“What are we going to do?”

With either hand, she pulled the rubber of her gloves past the elbow, snapping the rubber against her skin. I tried to close my legs. With her boot currently facing my balls, she kicked my knees apart, gently. 

“All you need to do is sit there, and let me take care of you.”

My leg wouldn't stop bouncing up and down. Joanna placed her hand on my knee. 

“I don’t know how long I will last.”

She budged even closer. 

“You’re very tense. Just, relax.”

I had a front row seat to the best show in town. I prayed for a load not to shoot out before I had time to enjoy myself. Joanna lifted her other leg, gripped the heel of her boot and pulled. Slowly, tantalisingly, she slid her hot foot out of the Welly. Her eyes never left mine. She rested her bare sole against my knee. Her wet, sweaty sole felt hot against my skin. 

“Tell me what you smell.”

The opening of her boot fell over my nose. She pushed down a little, crimping the rubber. I didn’t need to sniff too hard. The pungent aroma of vinegar took over my senses. My cock bobbed up and down, clearly enjoying it, too. 

“You do like the smell. Describe it.”

“Incredible. Like salt and vinegar, and rubber.”

“You like rubber?”

“I do,” I said, breathing deeper. 

She dropped the boot away. Then, her fingers wrapped around my face, squeezing my cheeks. The rubber smelled incredible. Earthy and hot. She slid her finger into my mouth, trailing it over my tongue.

“You like the taste of my gloves as well?”

“I do.”

“Say, “yes mistress.”

I caught my breath. 

“Yes, Mistress.”

Joanna leaned back, raising her bare foot in front of me. Biting her lip, and smirking a little, she extended her leg forwards slightly. Her toes were already inches from my face. Her booted foot slid forwards a little, too. She kept the sole of her boot millimetres from my crotch. She bobbed her bare foot up and down, sending wafts of her smelly foot into my face. I never took my eyes from her big toe. I wanted it. I needed it in my mouth. 

“I bet they stink. Answer me,” she said, pressing her boot against my crotch. 

“Yes Mistress.”

“I think I will keep my boot here, just in case you forget. Say, Thank you Mistress.”

“Thank you Mistress.”

I barely got all my words out before Joanna’s toes enveloped my nose. She let it slide in, next to her big toe. I inhaled deeper than I ever thought possible. Joanna put her hand over her mouth. Stifling a giggle, I presumed. Could she blame me?

“Breath it all in. My stinky toes. How do they smell?”

This wasn’t real. I could barely form a sentence. The intoxicating aroma sent my head swimming, reaching for the right words. But, the smell, it had a hold of me. I shoved my nose between every toe, sniffing, breathing her scent in. 

“Your toes, fuck. The smell. LIke your boots. And vinegary. Sweaty. Incredible.”

Joanne made noises of her own. She moaned and slumped further in her chair, forcing her foot harder into my face. The sole of her boot also slid forward. She’d trapped my balls and my hard cock against my body. 

Joanna breathed like she was experiencing something, too. Her skin flushed like mine. She rubbed at her chest and her thighs. Slowly, she inched her foot away from my face. Her toes wiggled in front of my mouth. I saw a glimmer of a smile on her face. She bit her lip, and softly, danced her toes over my lips. Gently. Her boot pushed a little more on my cock. The red nail polish, her toe ring, it all enticed me. She poked her big toe between my lips a little. 

“Open up.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

All characters are above the age of 18. Here is the second part of this silly, horny, foot fetish and ballbusting filled story. Enjoy.

Here is part 1 -

https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1tben93/joanna\_the\_foot\_model\_chapter\_1/

Part 2

“Wow? In that case, one more won’t hurt.”

“I didn’t mean to say that out loud.” I felt the grin painted across my stupid face. Joanna rested her chin on her rubbery fist, watching me stare at her in what can only be described as leather straps across her chest, barely covering her boobs, a thong, fish nets and tall, black boots. A man tied to a chair, nude. Standing between his legs was Joanna, with one foot planted on his groin. The man wore a pained look, like her boot crushed something vital. Those deep blue eyes faced the camera, with an expression like butter wouldn’t melt. 

“I can’t believe this is you.”

“It is me. More attractive.”

“You still are.”

The ground didn't swallow me like I had hoped. I thought, if I carry on talking, maybe she won’t remember. 

“Who is that man?”

Joanna bit her lip, and leaned in again. 

“He is another model. A local fetish club wanted promo material for a night they were hosting. A CBT night. He let me do that to him.”

“Let you do what?”

Joanna stood up from her seat and sat next to me. Her gloved arm touched mine, and my boner grew more. I didn’t know that was even possible. She crossed her legs and the toe of her boot rested on my ankle. The same foot crushing the poor man’s balls in the photo. 

“He let me stomp on his nuts. His reaction is real.”

My body felt rigid. I wanted to turn and look into her eyes, but I already felt them on me, burning into my skull. 

“What’s CBT?”

Joanna squeezed my knee. I flinched, and she said, “I will pour you some more wine.”
When she sat back down, I felt her thigh slide in line with my own. Both glasses were full to the brim. 

“Cock and ball torture.” 

She crossed her legs again. Her foot slid down my calf and stayed there, occasionally bobbing up and down. I placed my hand on my lap, covering up any tent poking through. 

“He liked having his cock and balls tortured. They wanted it photographed. To get a real reaction, he said to just go for it. So, I did. Multiple times.”

I squeezed my legs together in an attempt to stop any pre cum. Her boot trailed a little further up my calf, just below the knee. 

I managed to mumble, “That’s crazy.”

“Oh, the best creative people are. I spent the night with him at the event. He showed me around. I watched him get his balls kicked by multiple women. I watched him worship their feet. I even joined in.”

The fingers of her gloved hand trailed circles around the photograph, stroking over the man’s crotch. Joanna had me cornered. Her body, close to mine, her boot on my leg, her breath on my neck. 

“You did?”

“It’s exhilarating, kicking someone's nuts and then having them suck your toes. No feeling like it. I felt so powerful, and these men loved it. Being a foot model, I had some of the best times of my life.”

Joanna shifted her chair out and looked down at my crotch. Her hand slapped the table and, excitedly, she said, “you’re wearing a belt!”

“What?”

“Push your chair out. I want to show you something. A party trick I learned. I wasn’t just having my feet photographed. I also picked up the odd skill here and there.”

I began to enjoy Joanna’s unpredictable nature. Maybe the alcohol helped. Joanna parked her chair in front of me, and, one by one, pulled off her boots. If I had died right then, I would have been happy. Luckily, I didn’t. She stretched out her toes. The soles of her feet looked hot, pink and moist from the heat. 

“Hands behind your back. 

“What are you going to do?” I tried not to look too excited, but I couldn’t hide my crotch any longer, and my face already turned a deep crimson. 

“Don’t panic. I have quite dexterous toes. Hands behind your back.”

My fingers interlocked behind my back. Joanna carefully, and expertly, manoeuvred my belt, undoing it completely with her toes. I watched intently. Her toes had swollen from the heat in her boots. Veins protruded on the tops of her feet. They looked strong. I smelled the heat emanating from them as her toes wiggled in and out between the clasp and the material of my belt. The boot smell coming from her feet, and the scent of vinegar, left no room for me to hide my erection. My belt fell open on my lap. Then, with a little pressure from her toes, Joanna opened the top button of my shorts. 

“Ta - da!”

My hands shot straight to my crotch. 

“I think you enjoyed that, didn’t you?”

Enjoy wouldn’t be the word I would use. The blushing in my cheeks was a stark give away. I couldn’t speak. I tucked my chair back under the table. The long legs of my shorts kept my boner from poking out of my leg, at least. 

A PING sounded. My phone. Jai messaged to say he could no longer do tonight. His girlfriend had made surprise plans. 

Joanna occupied herself by pouring us both yet more wine. 

“Something wrong?”

“Jai has cancelled. 

“And?”

“I shouldn’t keep you anymore.”

“Might as well finish the wine before you go,” she said, sweeping back into the chair next to me. “Did you like my party trick? I didn’t make you uncomfortable?”

“Oh no, not at all. You have incredible feet. Skilled feet.”

Joanna leaned into me and brushed the page over to reveal the next photo. 

“What do you think of this one?” she asked, low and sultry. 

Not even the porn I had watched could match this image. 

“Fuck,” I said.

Both characters in this story are 18+. Actually, Joanna is much older than that, but you will see.

This part of the story startes out fine, and then goes bat shit crazy in parts 2 and 3. I must have been in fantasy land. Contains, foot domination, boot domination, foot fetish and ballbusting.

Part 1

At the age of 23, I had an encounter with my close friend’s Grandma. The word Grandma immediately conjures images of walking sticks, cardigans and tight, curly hair. Joanna could not be further from this stereotype. Picture a tall, broad shouldered, slim, blonde lady, with sharp features and sparkly blue eyes. She towered above me. Around her eyes were fine laughter lines that deepened when she smiled. Her long fingers looked expensive, adorned with a couple of silver rings and a silver bracelet on either wrist. The day I met her, she wore a bright, baby blue dress with yellow flowers dotted all over. The sun reflected on her tanned, bare legs. As she approached me, her sandals slapped against her heels. My eyes darted down. Bright pink nail polish on her toes, and toe rings on both feet. Size 9, or 10, I thought. She’d been walking a while. Both hands gripped two, full shopping bags. I noticed the pinkness of her heels, her toes. She blew her fringe out of her eyes. Having met her before, her feet resided in my imagination, popping in every now and again. That time, her feet were in black nylons, and she’d worn open toe heels. Now, her long, shapely toes wiggled in her sandals, and laid bare for me to see. The familiar feeling of longing crept in. All in the space of a few seconds, I imagined Joanna’s long legs dangling all over me, caressing me. Her, slap slapping her sandals against her heel before dropping them to the ground. Like a pair of creepy crawlies, her long, shapely feet would trail up my shorts leg, her toes gripping my shaft and my balls, all the while Joanna’s smiling an inhuman smile. Ear to ear. Her boney fingers tearing at my clothes, finding their way to every nook and cranny of my body while her feet are pulling and yanking on my hard cock. The pain of it, and the pleasure. 

“Mike?”

“Sorry. I was in a world of my own.”

“Jai isn’t around until much later, you know. I assume you’re on your way over to play your instruments?”

“Yeah, don’t worry. I can come back -”

“Actually, I am glad we bumped into each other.”

Joanna let us do band practice. Jai’s Mum wouldn’t allow it. The thing is, she had an aura about her. A vibe. Some of my friends have called it creepy. Every word she says is low and measured. Those bright blue eyes seem to look right through you. I knew what they meant, but it turned me on. Maybe I like creepy, older women, who also happen to be unusually attractive. 

“I have been in the middle of gardening. I need some help pulling up some weeds and putting a few things in the shed. Won’t take too long.”

The last thing I wanted to do was weeding. But, I hadn’t spent any time alone with Joanna. Jai usually bundles me into the basement before I can say hello. Ordinarily I would have made an excuse. I’m not confident around girls at the best of times. But the hairs on my neck stood up, and I had the chance to be near an attractive woman who possessed two of the sexiest feet I had ever been close to.

“Allright. That’ll be nice.”
“Pah.” She scoffed. “It’ll be hot, but I will give you a drink. Maybe two, to say thanks. I’ll slip my wellies back on, and we can get started. I only managed 2 hours this morning, so I'm almost done.”

Two hours of her feet in hot, rubber boots. My cock throbbed instantly, growing down my shorts leg. I dropped my hand over my groin, hiding the tent currently forming. I trailed slightly behind her as we walked, glimpsing her high, pink arches, slapping against her sandals. Not helping! I thought. 

For the first time, I entered through the front door. 

Artwork adorned the hallway. Sketches of a female torso. Bare breasts and legs, twisted into all sorts of positions. Three pictures, drawn in pencil, were feet. One showed a pair of high arched feet, standing on tip toes. Another depicted a pair of crossed legs on a stool. The person wore high heel shoes. One of them dangled from the toes. My groin burned. The third made me dizzy. The pencil drawing had been created from the Point of view of someone on the floor looking up at the foot. It looked like the toes were coming out of the picture. The meaty sole was completely visible. The toes reaching out towards the viewer. Me. I recognised the long, slender toes in all the pictures. 

“Drop your bag and we can head straight outside.”

I followed Joanna into the kitchen and out of her patio doors.

“That’s a lot of garden.”

“Not too much to do. Don’t worry. Like I said, there is a drink in it for you. Or two.”

She winked at me and playfully tapped my arm. 

She sat down on a metal chair where a pair of worn, dirty hunter wellies had been left. From inside one of them she pulled out a pair of long, yellow rubber gloves. 

“You might think I am silly wearing these, but they do just the trick.”

Without taking her eyes off me, Joanna pulled her gloves on. The rubber clinging to her forearms. My stomach tightened. Her face, completely dead pan. For a moment, I thought I had pissed her off. My hand still dangled close to my groin. The pulsating in my crotch fired around like a pin ball machine.  With a flick of the ankle, her sandals flew away from her, landing near a plant pot. In my head I said, “please, no socks. Please, no socks.”

“Will you be horrified if I go sockless?” She shot a cocked eyebrow in my direction. I assumed it was a rhetorical question.

After a moment's pause, I watched Joanna slide her right foot into her black, rubber welly. A stark contrast to her blue dress and bare leg. Like the gloves, the rubber fit tight around her calf. She still had muscular legs. 

“I prefer sockless. Come closer. Feel how soft they are.”

I felt she might turn around. In the split second I had, I adjusted my penis, letting it rest flat against my lower abdomen. The moment I stood at her side, Joanna raised her other boot, grasped my hand and shoved it inside.

“Feel in there.”

For a foot fetishist like me, this was the equivalent of shoving my hand down her bra and saying, “what do you think of that?” The padding inside clearly absorbed any moisture around it. If my nose found its way into the boot, too, it would probably smell vinegar. Strong, hypnotic, foot smell. I felt where her toes would end up in just a few more seconds. The heel and toes still warm from her previous bout of gardening. I took my hand out and made a point of not touching anything else before I had the chance to smell my fingers. My cock had already fallen back into place, having grown another 2 inches from what just happened. I crossed my legs a little, trying my hardest to shield her from my erection. 

“I’d much rather sweat directly into my boots. Feels more like hard work when I have a good sweat on. And the fabric inside feels good against my toes.”

Joanna glanced at my crossed legs.

“Sorry, do you need the toilet?”

Like an idiot, I said, “no, i’m just…uncomfortable. My underwear. Too tight.”

She slid her foot into the final boot. I wished the boot was my underwear.

“Don’t be uncomfortable on my account. Take them off if you need. Bathrooms down the hall, on the right. Just keep your other shorts on. ” I might have imagined it, but I swear she winked again. I didn’t need to take them off, but she did give me permission. 

***

Sunshine beat down on us for the entirety of the late afternoon, into the early evening. Every now and again, Joanna would be kneeling close by, gripping the weeds with her gloved hands and pulling them hard out of the ground. Sweat glistened on her forehead. With the length of rubber trailing up her arm, she’d wipe it away. She literally looked hot. How steamy and sweaty must her gloves be, as well as her tight wellies. I needed to think of something else. No underwear and a throbbing hard on makes for an awful situation. 

It came to the final job. Moving bags of soil into her shed. 

“They are heavy. You don’t have to do it.”

“I’m sure I can manage a couple,” I quipped. 

“No injuries I should know about? I don’t want to get sued.” Joanna cut quite a figure, standing tall in her knee length boots and rubbery hands planted on her hips. 

“I do have a slight twinge under my rib, but I hit myself with my guitar,” which was true. “Other than that, I am in full working order.” I hated that I said that. 

“Great,” she said, clapping her hands together. 

Between us we lifted 6 bags of soil into her large shed/ museum. The shelves contained a mixture of garden tools and photographic memorabilia. Old film cameras, fashion magazines, photography journals and a large, tatty book. On the cover it said, “Foot Shoot - 2001.”

Joanna appeared at my side, a little breathless. I smelled a mix of her perfume and sweat. Her legs had a sweaty sheen to them. 

“I think it’s time for a drink. You’ve earned it. Bring the book. I can see you’re interested.” Understatement of the week. I grasped for the book with the giddiness of a child grabbing a bag full of fizzy sweets. 

“My hands are that sweaty, I don’t think I will get these gloves off. Hey ho. Cheers.”

Our glasses of red wine glistened as we chinked across the table. A sudden screech as Joanna dragged another chair beside me.

“Cheers,” I said. Joanna leaned her head back, making the most of the bright sunshine. Her shapely, booted calves thumped down on the seat in front of her. That smell again. Warm rubber. I couldn’t tell if it came from her boots or the gloves.

“Flick it open, then. This is from my modelling days.”

“Jai never said - “

“Probably embarrassed his old Gran was a foot model.”

If my head could have exploded, the entire garden would be drowned in my brains.  Those blue eyes glared into my own, searching for a reaction. My groin swelled and my face flushed. Say something - anything, I thought. 

“Open it. Take a look. I must have been 45 when these were taken.”

My trembling hand opened to the first page. I expected to see a simple photo of a pair of feet. 

“Pah! I completely forgot about this shoot. Maybe I was in my late 30’s. Strange photographer. We had a lot of fun.”
In the photo, Joanna straddled a bucking bronko, with her feet wrapped around the bronko’s face. Like it was being forced to smell them. Above her head she waved a pair of cowboy boots. 

I must have been staring, analysing, for too long. 

“Like what you see?”

“Sorry. I just wasn’t expecting you to be doing that.”

“Back in my younger, more carefree days. The photographer, Rod, or Roger, had a thing for cowgirls, I suppose. There should be another one over the page.”

I turned and almost choked on my wine. Joanna in a pink, cushioned chair. One cowboy boot on her foot, the other tipped over the face of a man laying on his back.. Dark liquid poured from the boot, into his waiting mouth, and down his chin. She had both feet on his chest. There, in colour, her long toes and toe ring. 

“That is the photographer. He called in some delivery person to assist. The poor kid didn’t know what he’d walked into. Not making you uncomfortable, am I?”

If my face was any closer to the page, I'd be in the photograph myself. I peeled my eyes away long enough to say, “Not at all. I like it. Them. The art of it all.” Fucking nerves. 

“Art? Hardly Picasso. It’s kink, is what it is. All the photographers had some foot fetish or a variation of.”

“Really?”

“They weren’t doing it for money. Fetishes were a taboo back then. I turned up to the shoot wearing those. He’d been on at me to take them off since I arrived.”

“You didn’t mind?” The wine limbered up my conversation muscles a little. 

“Mind?” Joanna leaned towards me a little. Another waft of rubber. With her gloved hand, she poked at the picture on the page.

“These men, and they were all men, loved my feet. Worshipped them. Literally.”

“Literally?” I almost downed my wine in one.

“I caught this guy catching a sniff of my boots before he decided to drink out of them.”

Lucky for me, the table covered my boner, which had, by this point, remained mostly hidden. Now it poked out of my leg like a turtle’s head. 

What did you do?”

“I went back to him again. Not for photographs. I found out I enjoyed what they enjoyed. Turn the page.”

Joanna held her face, guffawing out loud. 

“Christ. I shouldn’t be showing you these.”

A noise that sounded like “wow,” escaped my mouth. 

“Wow? In that case, one more won’t hurt.”

All of these stories are completely true accounts of how i came close to realising my fetish in the real world. They just never quite came good for me. All the people mentioned are 18+, occasionally horny and oblivious to my fetish.

Number 1 - Kristeen's Feet.

I have previously written a fiction story about Kristeen. I slight play on my roomates real name. Kristeen had nice feet,. She liked to wear knee high brown boots with her leggins. Underneath she would wear colourful socks pulled up over the top of her leggins, sometimes just below the knee. Socks pulled up over leggins does something to me anyway. It makes going to the gym a nightmare. Every now and again I would lay on one couch with my head on the arm rest. She would lay on the other with her feet up on hers, just next to my head. I would purposfully lay like this, knowing she would kick off her trainers or boots and put her feet up. She would often ask," do my feet smell?" and bob them up and down, flicking the top of my head with her toes. One wonderful time, she assumed the position and attacked me with her warm, sweaty feet. Her soles planted fully over my face. Kristeen goaded me, saying, "smelly feet. I bet they stink."

They did, like vinegar and fabric softner. My roomate walked in, possibly the second or third time this happened, and told her to stop because it was gross and "john doesn't like it." I could hardly say, actually, this is fucking amazing. Shut up, Lacey." That put a stop to anymore foot fun. But...

Number 2 - Emiy's foot flirting.

Throughout my time in that house, during my stint at Performing Arts School, we made friends with two girls. Bethen and Emily. Emily liked me. At any opportunity she would turn up at the house to "hang out with everyone." I'm not being arrogant. She told me as such. Emily, I came to learn, was Bisexual, a bit alternative with her fish nets, long boots and dyed hair. I was young and inexperienced. I knew I had a foot fetish and I wanted to try ballbusting. But Emily scared me. My friend knew she liked me. Told me to go on a date. I did. We went to a pub, and it was uncomfortable. I had not long broken up with someone and, she was a little intimidating. I remember her cowboy boots. She said, "I go sockless in them. I like the way it feels." It was also a hot day. Why I didn't grow some balls and invite her back, take her boots off, and suck her toes, I don't know. One time she came over to see my roomate (actaully me). Emily wore knee high wellies and socks that went over her thigh. Again, the perfect combo. But , she was intense and I knew if I went down this particular rabbit hole, I didn't know what i would find, or if I would escape. She pulled off her boots and sat on a chair close to me, watching telly. A few minutes in, she raises her feet, and places them on my lap. My head could have exploded. Yet, I still did nothing. I didn't touch her feet, aknowledge that they were there. Nothing. The film finished and I went to bed. My roomates stayed up because Emily wouldn't leave and they were annoyed that I disappeared. Eventually they all left, but Emily stayed a little longer. I know this because I recieved a message that I only read the following morning, around 2am, saying, "are you still awake? Let me know if I can come up." Who knows what might have happened.

Number 3 - Anna's missundertstanding.

In my class at Performing Arts School, there was a girl called Anna. She often turned up to class wearing ankle length army boots, knee high boots and every now and again, a pair of trainers. Sometimes she would take her boots off and she would be sockless. I don't know how I coped, sometimes. Once, she sat at a table behind me. Anna's thighs were muscular, and on this day she wore black nylons, and knee high black boots. I heard an unzipping noise. I found an opportunity to turn around and, there, on the floor, were her boots. Her nylon clad toes brushed against the floor. She caught me looking. Woops. One time, on our lunch break, this guy called Dan asked if I could give him a foot massage. I might have pulled a face. I would never touch a guys feet. I find them gross and it would make me feel weird. I pulled a face and said, no, sorry. One of the girls said, "don't you like feet?" I said I didn't. Meaning guy feet. then Anna said, " I don't mind them." She started to think that I had a foot issue. She even teased me once by rubbing her foot on top of mine, asking, "is that freaking you out." She later dated another guy in the class who clearly had a foot fetish. I would always catch him massaging them. In a play they did together, he even worshipped them, licking them. She once confessed to me that her BF likes it when she plays with his balls using her toes and asked me, "is that normal." I couldn't believe it. In hindesight, I think I would have been in with a shot of dating her, but I had my heart broken around that time, and I was a fucking idiot.

Number 4 - Joanna's Always going Bare Foot.

I met Joanna doing a job abroad. She always liked to be barefoot. She would wear shoes, sometimes boots, but eventually, they would come off and she would be barefoot. In the house, in a restaurant, in a cafe, in the car, everywhere. Whenever we met up with her, she would be sitting with her shoes off and her legs crossed beneath her. Once, one of our friends pissed her off. She took off her shoe and threw it at him. I remember the insole being stained. My friend Rian picked it up and mocked smelling it and saying "wooah, they stink." I wanted to do that. A little in to the job, I met a girl called Charlie, who indulged me in my foot fetish. I was very lucky. I held some stuff back, being unsure how far to take things. We were only together for a short time. But, on the odd occasion, I would be round Charlies flat. Joanna was her roomate. While we watched telly, Joanna's feet would end up on my arm wrest. The fact that she gave zero fucks and put her feet in my personal space, blew my mind. Once she had the audacity to place them near my head. Who does that? I am thankful that she did. It made me wonder if she was a foot flirt. I often fantasised about being dominated by both of them. Like I said, I had been lucky to meet Charlie, who often shoved her feet in my face. usually clean, but, you can't have everything all of the time.

I literally posted this, but forgot to attach the story. Silly bastard. Anyway, this is the final part of my Jasmine story. It is absolutely ridiculous, but I hope you find it fun. It contains a lot of shoe and foot smelling, some poor guy getting his balls kicked, again and a very domineering woman. I have linked parts one and two below. All characters are 18+.

Part 1 - https://www.reddit.com/r/FootFetish_Stories/comments/1sg3xlh/first_day_with_jasmine_part_1/

Part 2 - https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1sgy5lr/first_day_with_jasmine_part_2/

“We best move on to the next pair. Pick up those cowboy boots next.”

“Kneel in front of me, with one of my boots.”

I did as she asked. Jasmine’s stern voice left no need for questions. I knelt in front of her, holding her cowboy boot. She lowered her crossed leg a little, sliding her foot, all the way to the calf, between my legs. I must have made a noise because she cocked an eyebrow and trailed her tongue across her upper lip. 

“My foot is fine there, isn’t it? It’s not bothering you?”

My penis throbbed, clearly touching the soft material of her nylons, just below the bottom of her calf length trousers. 

“I can’t. I feel -” I felt an explosion was imminent. 

Jasmine raised her calf a little, now making contact with my balls as well. 

“Your Mum told me you need kicking into shape? You’d like that, though. Wouldn’t you? I could kick your nuts for you right now.”

She would as well. I could tell. The feel of her strong calf nudging my balls, my swollen cock, my body couldn’t handle any more. One kick might send a ribbon of cum all over her leg. An orgasm induced from Jasmine’s kick’s to my balls makes all of my fantasies come true. But it was a fantasy. Jasmine just enjoyed toying with me. How many other young guys had she done this to? 

“I’ll do it. I’ll smell them. Just, please don;t kick me.”

“Wow. Please don’t kick me? Don’t kick you where? Tell me.”

“My balls. I’ll smell your boots.”

“Go on then. Stick your nose in there. I like to wear a lot of my boots barefoot when I dance.”

I buried my nose in the boot. I did not think it possible for my cock to grow anymore. It pushed, fighting against the crotch of my trousers, 

“Sniff hard. I want to hear it.”

I sniffed hard. I didn’t need Jasmine to tell me. I couldn’t help it. I can only compare the smell to sniffing the lid of a bottle of vinegar. Strong, but in the best possible way. I buried my nose deeper, taking in the dirty, sexy scent of her bare feet. Jasmine held the boot over my nose, pressing harder. 

“Get it all in, you perve. I can feel your hard cock on my leg.”

She pressed her calf against my erection, my balls. Then, unexpectedly, she slid the top of her foot, still in its shoe, towards her, stopping under my gooch. With the top of her foot, just on the arch where it meets her leg, Jasmine pressed up between my cock and balls. And then, CRACK. Jasmine plunged her foot into my groin. 

I hunched over, reeling from the pleasure thrumming through my head, my stomach, crotch, everywhere. She kicked a trickle of cum out of my cock. I felt it escape. The boot fell away from my nose, but Jasmine held it there again, Firm and steady. 

“Urgh, yeah, That’s got to feel good.”

WHAM. 

“Ooof, that was your right nut.”

I yelped. Stars clouded my vision. But I did not stop sniffing. Fantasy land found me, and I did not want to leave. 

Her foot pressed up against my balls, pushing out more pre cum. 

Jasmine threw the boot down and grabbed for the other one. 

“This is the boot for the foot kicking your nuts. Get a good sniff. You can imagine smelling my actual sole while I do THIS.” Her foot connected perfectly with both of my testicles, flattening them against the top of her foot. 

“Fuck,” I screeched. Falling forwards, I grasped at Jasmine’s arm to steady myself. She pulled my hair, yanking my head back, shoving her boot over my nose. I sniffed instinctively. Deeper and deeper. The pungent smell of her foot, the foot that’s kicked my nuts three times, intoxicated me. In a trance, I sniffed again, and again. All the while me penis throbbed and strained, and swelled. 

Then, 5 kicks in quick successions, at the same time emphasising the thrust of her foot, saying, 

“Tell. Me. How. My Boots. Smell.”

The words never came. I tried to talk, but I choked. My stomach had turned to mush. Both my thighs and my stomach reverberated with the electric fire pulsing from my cock and balls. Jasmine stroked my hair and said, “that’s it, keep smelling that sweat.”

She hammered her brogue again, burying my nuts into my stomach. The force lifted my knees from the ground. In the meekest voice I could muster, I said “Please, I am going to cum.”

I might as well have told Jasmine she’d won the lottery. For the first time, she looked genuinely excited, bouncing in her chair. 

“I hope you’re ready for the finale.”

The boot clattered to the floor. Jasmine reached between my legs. I thought she was about to grab my balls. She peeled her hot, sweaty brogue from her foot. I caught a glimpse of the sweat stained in-sole. These shoes had been worn a lot. Instantly I smelled more vinegar, fresh sweaty, vinegary foot smell and a hint of doritos. Cum had built to a point that it hurt. My cock needed to release and my balls were full to the brim, and aching. 

“Take a deep sniff.”

Jasmine’s full lips were close to my ear. I could smell her perfume beneath the smell of her sweaty brogue. Her hot toes danced under my balls, poking and prodding. My body jerked in time to her movements. Teasing and torturing me. I’d never been edged before, but I imagined it to be like this. 

“Cum for me. Fuck, i’m enjoying this.”

I strained to say, “me too.”

What - (KICK) - about - (KICK) - now - (KICK).

My eyes rolled to the back of my head. How many more kicks could It take before I exploded. I was on a cliff edge, about to fall. Each kick brought me closer. Jasmine didn’t take her shoe from my nose. The damp in-sole danced over my nose. For a moment it slid over my mouth. I shoved my tongue in while I had the chance. The salty taste of her foot, now kicking my nuts, made my head explode. I felt exhilarated, euphoric, hypnotised. 

KICK

“Fuck, this feels good.” 

KICK

I had collapsed into her. Jasmine shoved me back and

KICK

“Look at me. I want to see your eyes.”

Jasmine stared into my soul..

KICK

This is so fucked up, but i’m so fucking wet right now. 

KICK

KICK

KICK
I panted and moaned like I had been sitting on hor coals for the past 5 minutes. Orgasm approached. My balls were on fire. I said, “I’m about to cum.”

“Cum.” 

KICK

“Cum for me.”

KICK

“Let’s get that foot right in there.”

Jasmine reared her foot back as far as she could. Like a pro fighter, she hurled her foot between my dangling eggs, driving her foot through them. I expected her foot to split me in half. I choked, spluttered and moaned. Then came the onslaught of kicks. 

CRACK - CRACK - CRACK - CRACK.

Sounds of sheer pleasure escaped my lips. The orgasm poured out of me. Ribbon after ribbon seeping through the crotch of my trousers.

“Shit, that’s a lot of cum. I want all of it out.”

Jasmine pulled me close. She wrapped her arm around my shoulders. Her other hand violently grasped a handful of my crotch. Forming a perfect claw around both testicles, she squeezed. Hard.

“Look at that. That’s it.”

Harder still. Jasmine drained every last bit from my cock. The biggest patch of cum darkened my upper leg. Jasmine released my balls. The force of her hand to my chest sent my slumped on to the floor. The hot, sweaty foot that had just kicked my nuts had already found its way back into her shoe. 

The manicured fingers of both hands pushed the sweaty hair from her face. Crimson cheeks enhanced her already beautiful face. She sighed a long sigh, sinking down into her chair. When she caught her breath, Jasmine said,

“Your Mum told me you liked some stuff. But that?”

I barely heard her. The room spun. My hand cupped my balls, in case they had been ripped off by Jasmine’s long nails. When the room came back in to focus, Jasmine’s exposed calves drew my eyes. Sheer, black nylons clung to her hot legs. The smell of her leather brogue lingered on my face and I longed to smell them again. To inhale the pungent, vinegary sweat. Maybe she’s wearing nylon socks, I thought. 

“You can’t keep those trousers on.” She clicked her fingers at me.
“Take them off, i’ll get you some shorts.”

“Please, I need a minute.”

“Come on. I want you to look respectable, at least. If your Mum asks, say you spilled coffee on them.”

I worked for Jasmine for two more months after this. No single day was as eventful as this, but that Summer has some of the best memories of my life, thanks to her. 

I literally posted this, but forgot to attach the story. Silly bastard. Anyway, this is the final part of my Jasmine story. It is absolutely ridiculous, but I hope you find it fun. It contains a lot of shoe and foot smelling, some poor guy getting his balls kicked, again and a very domineering woman. I have linked parts one and two below.

Part 1 - https://www.reddit.com/r/FootFetish_Stories/comments/1sg3xlh/first_day_with_jasmine_part_1/

Part 2 - https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1sgy5lr/first_day_with_jasmine_part_2/

“We best move on to the next pair. Pick up those cowboy boots next.”

“Kneel in front of me, with one of my boots.”

I did as she asked. Jasmine’s stern voice left no need for questions. I knelt in front of her, holding her cowboy boot. She lowered her crossed leg a little, sliding her foot, all the way to the calf, between my legs. I must have made a noise because she cocked an eyebrow and trailed her tongue across her upper lip. 

“My foot is fine there, isn’t it? It’s not bothering you?”

My penis throbbed, clearly touching the soft material of her nylons, just below the bottom of her calf length trousers. 

“I can’t. I feel -” I felt an explosion was imminent. 

Jasmine raised her calf a little, now making contact with my balls as well. 

“Your Mum told me you need kicking into shape? You’d like that, though. Wouldn’t you? I could kick your nuts for you right now.”

She would as well. I could tell. The feel of her strong calf nudging my balls, my swollen cock, my body couldn’t handle any more. One kick might send a ribbon of cum all over her leg. An orgasm induced from Jasmine’s kick’s to my balls makes all of my fantasies come true. But it was a fantasy. Jasmine just enjoyed toying with me. How many other young guys had she done this to? 

“I’ll do it. I’ll smell them. Just, please don;t kick me.”

“Wow. Please don’t kick me? Don’t kick you where? Tell me.”

“My balls. I’ll smell your boots.”

“Go on then. Stick your nose in there. I like to wear a lot of my boots barefoot when I dance.”

I buried my nose in the boot. I did not think it possible for my cock to grow anymore. It pushed, fighting against the crotch of my trousers, 

“Sniff hard. I want to hear it.”

I sniffed hard. I didn’t need Jasmine to tell me. I couldn’t help it. I can only compare the smell to sniffing the lid of a bottle of vinegar. Strong, but in the best possible way. I buried my nose deeper, taking in the dirty, sexy scent of her bare feet. Jasmine held the boot over my nose, pressing harder. 

“Get it all in, you perve. I can feel your hard cock on my leg.”

She pressed her calf against my erection, my balls. Then, unexpectedly, she slid the top of her foot, still in its shoe, towards her, stopping under my gooch. With the top of her foot, just on the arch where it meets her leg, Jasmine pressed up between my cock and balls. And then, CRACK. Jasmine plunged her foot into my groin. 

I hunched over, reeling from the pleasure thrumming through my head, my stomach, crotch, everywhere. She kicked a trickle of cum out of my cock. I felt it escape. The boot fell away from my nose, but Jasmine held it there again, Firm and steady. 

“Urgh, yeah, That’s got to feel good.”

WHAM. 

“Ooof, that was your right nut.”

I yelped. Stars clouded my vision. But I did not stop sniffing. Fantasy land found me, and I did not want to leave. 

Her foot pressed up against my balls, pushing out more pre cum. 

Jasmine threw the boot down and grabbed for the other one. 

“This is the boot for the foot kicking your nuts. Get a good sniff. You can imagine smelling my actual sole while I do THIS.” Her foot connected perfectly with both of my testicles, flattening them against the top of her foot. 

“Fuck,” I screeched. Falling forwards, I grasped at Jasmine’s arm to steady myself. She pulled my hair, yanking my head back, shoving her boot over my nose. I sniffed instinctively. Deeper and deeper. The pungent smell of her foot, the foot that’s kicked my nuts three times, intoxicated me. In a trance, I sniffed again, and again. All the while me penis throbbed and strained, and swelled. 

Then, 5 kicks in quick successions, at the same time emphasising the thrust of her foot, saying, 

“Tell. Me. How. My Boots. Smell.”

The words never came. I tried to talk, but I choked. My stomach had turned to mush. Both my thighs and my stomach reverberated with the electric fire pulsing from my cock and balls. Jasmine stroked my hair and said, “that’s it, keep smelling that sweat.”

She hammered her brogue again, burying my nuts into my stomach. The force lifted my knees from the ground. In the meekest voice I could muster, I said “Please, I am going to cum.”

I might as well have told Jasmine she’d won the lottery. For the first time, she looked genuinely excited, bouncing in her chair. 

“I hope you’re ready for the finale.”

The boot clattered to the floor. Jasmine reached between my legs. I thought she was about to grab my balls. She peeled her hot, sweaty brogue from her foot. I caught a glimpse of the sweat stained in-sole. These shoes had been worn a lot. Instantly I smelled more vinegar, fresh sweaty, vinegary foot smell and a hint of doritos. Cum had built to a point that it hurt. My cock needed to release and my balls were full to the brim, and aching. 

“Take a deep sniff.”

Jasmine’s full lips were close to my ear. I could smell her perfume beneath the smell of her sweaty brogue. Her hot toes danced under my balls, poking and prodding. My body jerked in time to her movements. Teasing and torturing me. I’d never been edged before, but I imagined it to be like this. 

“Cum for me. Fuck, i’m enjoying this.”

I strained to say, “me too.”

What - (KICK) - about - (KICK) - now - (KICK).

My eyes rolled to the back of my head. How many more kicks could It take before I exploded. I was on a cliff edge, about to fall. Each kick brought me closer. Jasmine didn’t take her shoe from my nose. The damp in-sole danced over my nose. For a moment it slid over my mouth. I shoved my tongue in while I had the chance. The salty taste of her foot, now kicking my nuts, made my head explode. I felt exhilarated, euphoric, hypnotised. 

KICK

“Fuck, this feels good.” 

KICK

I had collapsed into her. Jasmine shoved me back and

KICK

“Look at me. I want to see your eyes.”

Jasmine stared into my soul..

KICK

This is so fucked up, but i’m so fucking wet right now. 

KICK

KICK

KICK
I panted and moaned like I had been sitting on hor coals for the past 5 minutes. Orgasm approached. My balls were on fire. I said, “I’m about to cum.”

“Cum.” 

KICK

“Cum for me.”

KICK

“Let’s get that foot right in there.”

Jasmine reared her foot back as far as she could. Like a pro fighter, she hurled her foot between my dangling eggs, driving her foot through them. I expected her foot to split me in half. I choked, spluttered and moaned. Then came the onslaught of kicks. 

CRACK - CRACK - CRACK - CRACK.

Sounds of sheer pleasure escaped my lips. The orgasm poured out of me. Ribbon after ribbon seeping through the crotch of my trousers.

“Shit, that’s a lot of cum. I want all of it out.”

Jasmine pulled me close. She wrapped her arm around my shoulders. Her other hand violently grasped a handful of my crotch. Forming a perfect claw around both testicles, she squeezed. Hard.

“Look at that. That’s it.”

Harder still. Jasmine drained every last bit from my cock. The biggest patch of cum darkened my upper leg. Jasmine released my balls. The force of her hand to my chest sent my slumped on to the floor. The hot, sweaty foot that had just kicked my nuts had already found its way back into her shoe. 

The manicured fingers of both hands pushed the sweaty hair from her face. Crimson cheeks enhanced her already beautiful face. She sighed a long sigh, sinking down into her chair. When she caught her breath, Jasmine said,

“Your Mum told me you liked some stuff. But that?”

I barely heard her. The room spun. My hand cupped my balls, in case they had been ripped off by Jasmine’s long nails. When the room came back in to focus, Jasmine’s exposed calves drew my eyes. Sheer, black nylons clung to her hot legs. The smell of her leather brogue lingered on my face and I longed to smell them again. To inhale the pungent, vinegary sweat. Maybe she’s wearing nylon socks, I thought. 

“You can’t keep those trousers on.” She clicked her fingers at me.
“Take them off, i’ll get you some shorts.”

“Please, I need a minute.”

“Come on. I want you to look respectable, at least. If your Mum asks, say you spilled coffee on them.”

I worked for Jasmine for two more months after this. No single day was as eventful as this, but that Summer has some of the best memories of my life, thanks to her.