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A guy with a toe sucking fetish has a steamy evening sucking the toes, and licking the buttholes of nine women in a bar.
Gary was a man of simple pleasures. Among these, a particular predilection stood out: a foot fetish that had grown stronger with each passing year. The mere sight of a woman’s bare foot sent a shiver down his spine, and the thought of those tender toes in his mouth was enough to make him hard. Yet, he’d never quite found the courage to indulge his desires in the open. Until one fateful evening at the local bar.
Gail was the first to catch his eye. She sat at the counter, her stiletto heels dangling off the edge, toes peeking out, begging for attention. She had legs that seemed to go on forever, and a confidence that drew him in like a moth to a flame.
As he approached, his heart pounding, he couldn’t believe the words that were about to leave his lips. “Excuse me,” he began, “Would you… I mean, could I… suck on your toes?”
Her reaction was not what he expected. Instead of disgust or a slap across the face, Gail looked at him with a smoldering curiosity, her eyes traveling down to her own feet as if considering his offer. “Well,” she said, a playful smirk curling at the corner of her mouth, “I’ve had stranger requests. But what’s in it for me?”
Gary’s mind raced, the blood rushing to his cheeks. “I-I-I’ll buy you a drink?” he stuttered, hoping his desperation wasn’t too apparent. Gail laughed, a sound that was both sweet and a little bit wicked.
“Alright,” she said, sliding her heel off her foot. “But only if you do it while I take care of myself.”
The bar was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of beer and lust. As Gail leaned back in her chair, her hand slipped under the table, her eyes never leaving his. He took her foot in his, his hands trembling with excitement. He kissed the arch of her foot, feeling the warmth of her skin, and then moved to her toes.
The first touch of his mouth to her toe was heavenly, and she gasped. He could feel her foot tense, and she began to rub her thighs together. It was a dance of pleasure, each suck and nibble of her toes seemingly sending waves through her body. And as he watched, Gail’s other hand slipped into her short skirt, her fingers finding their way to her wet pussy.
Lynne, the bartender, had been watching the exchange with a knowing smile. She leaned over the bar, her ample breasts threatening to spill out of her tight top. “You like what you see?” she asked, her voice low and sultry. “I might just have a pair of toes for you too, if you know what I mean.”
Gary’s eyes widened as he took in her offer. He nodded, his mouth still busy with Gail’s toes. Lynne chuckled and turned, sashaying to the end of the bar where she propped herself up, her legs swinging open and revealing her bare feet. “Take a break,” she told him, her voice filled with a seductive challenge.
Gary slid off his stool, knees hitting the sticky floor. He took Lynne’s foot in his hand, her toes painted a fiery red that matched the desire in her eyes. He sucked on them, feeling them curl in his mouth, and she leaned back, a soft moan escaping her lips. Her hand mirrored Gail’s, disappearing beneath the bar top, and the sound of her fingering herself filled the air. The women’s pleasure was palpable, and it only fueled his own arousal.
Myra, the bar’s regular, saw the scene unfold and decided to join. She slid onto the stool next to Gail, her hand reaching out to stroke her thigh. “Mind if I get in on this?” she asked, her voice a whisper. Gail just nodded, her eyes glazed with ecstasy. Myra took off her own shoe, her foot adorned with an anklet that jingled with every movement. She placed her foot on the stool next to Lynne’s, and before he knew it, he had two pairs of toes to worship. The women’s moans grew louder, their breaths quicker.
Deena, another patron, noticed the commotion and approached. She licked her lips as she saw what was happening, and before anyone could say a word, she had her shoes off, offering her toes for his eager mouth. It was a feast of feet, a symphony of sensation. The room spun around him as he went from one foot to the next, each one more delicious than the last. His own cock strained against his pants, desperate for release.
The night grew hotter, the air charged with sexual energy. He didn’t know how long he’d been there, lost in the heaven of toes and pussy. But as he sucked and licked, as he watched the women’s faces contort with pleasure, he realized he’d never felt so alive.
This was his place, his purpose, to serve these goddesses of the night. And as they all climaxed around him, their toes curling and pulsating in his mouth, he knew that he had found his calling.
As the aftershocks of their orgasms faded, the women looked at him with a newfound appreciation. They had shared something intimate, something raw, and it had brought them closer. He felt a part of their circle, a member of a secret society where desires were not just accepted but celebrated.
They all leaned in, whispering and giggling, sharing stories of their own toe-sucking experiences, and he listened, eager to learn more about this world he had stumbled into.
Cristie, a shy brunette in the corner, had been watching the whole time, her hand discreetly under her skirt. She was the next to approach, her cheeks flushed with excitement. She didn’t say a word, just offered him her foot, her toe ring glinting in the neon light. He took it gratefully, feeling the dampness of her panties brush against his face as she sat closer. Her toes were soft and warm, a stark contrast to the cool metal of the ring, and as he worked his magic, her hips began to buck.
Jazmin, the bar’s sultry singer, took the stage for her next set. She had been watching the scene unfold, and now she sauntered over, her hips swaying to the beat of the music. “You’re pretty good at that,” she purred, sliding onto the bar stool next to Deena. She lifted her leg, her silky stocking sliding down to expose her bare toes. “Care to join me on stage?”
Gary’s heart skipped a beat. The thought of sucking toes in front of a crowd was both terrifying and thrilling. He glanced around the bar, the women watching him with hungry eyes, and knew he had no choice. This was his moment. He took a deep breath and nodded, following Jazmin to the stage. The spotlight hit them, and the crowd hushed, curious about the new addition to the evening’s entertainment.
On stage, Jazmin leaned back on the piano, her legs spread wide, her toes wiggling in the air. He dropped to his knees, the coolness of the floor a stark contrast to the heat radiating from her body. He took her foot in his hand, her skin smooth and soft, and brought it to his lips. The crowd watched, transfixed, as he sucked her toes one by one, her body arching with every touch. The music grew louder, the rhythm building, and so did their passion. Jazmin’s hand slipped into her panties, her eyes closed in pleasure, as he knelt before her, a willing servant to the power of the foot.
And so the night went on, each woman presenting him with a new set of toes to explore, a new pussy to drive to climax. Sandy, with her painted nails and Cinda with her delicate pink toes. Each one more beautiful than the last, each one bringing him closer to the brink of his own release. The bar had become his playground, and he the pied piper of pleasure.
The women looked at each other, their eyes shining with excitement. They had found their toy, their shared indulgence. And as the night grew later, and the drinks stronger, they whispered about taking him home, about showing him new heights of toe-worshipping ecstasy. And Gary, the once shy man with a simple foot fetish, knew that he had just embarked on the wildest, most erotic journey of his life.
One by one, they approached him, each eager to feel his lips on their toes again. Gail was the first, her feet now bare, the smell of her arousal thick in the air. She straddled his lap, her skirt riding up to reveal her wet, glistening pussy. He eagerly took her toes into his mouth, feeling the smoothness of her skin and the softness of her flesh. He could hear the wet sounds of her hand working between her legs, her breath hitching as she grew closer to orgasm.
Lynne followed, her fingers still sticky from her earlier play. She placed her foot on the armrest of the couch, her toes curling with anticipation. He took her big toe between his teeth, biting gently, and she let out a gasp that was half-moan, half-laugh. Her hand resumed its dance, and he felt the vibrations of her pleasure with every suck. The bar was now theirs, the other patrons having either left or moved to the periphery to watch the show.
Myra sat next to him, her ankle crossing over Gail’s thigh, offering her own bare foot. He kissed each toe reverently, feeling the smoothness of her skin against his lips. Her hand joined the others, and soon there was a crescendo of pleasure building in the room. Deena leaned in, her toes inching closer, and he took them into his mouth as well, creating a delicious toe sandwich that had him groaning around their digits.
Cristie slid onto the floor next to him, her foot slipping from her pantyhose. He took her bare toes, the toe ring still cold from earlier, and sucked them deep, feeling the vibrations of her orgasm echo in his own body. Cheryl, the bartender’s friend, watched from the edge of the group, her eyes dark with desire. She stepped forward, her high heels clacking against the floor, and offered her own bare feet.
Jazmin, still dressed from her set, perched on the arm of the couch, her legs stretched out before her. Her toes, now naked, called to him, and he couldn’t resist. As he took her toes into his mouth, she began to play with her clit, her movements becoming more and more frantic with each suck. Sandy, her toes fresh from her flats, joined the fray, and he found himself with a mouthful of toes, each one sending him closer to his own release.
Cinda, the last to offer herself, sat on the edge of the stage, her legs dangling. He knelt before her, his mouth watering at the sight of her perfect, pink-painted toes. She began to rub her pussy with her other hand, her breaths growing heavier with each pass. He took her toes in his mouth, feeling the power of the room focused solely on them.
Their moans grew louder, their bodies moving in unison. The air was thick with desire, and it was all too much. He sucked harder, his tongue dancing around the curves of their toes. The women’s orgasms grew closer, their legs quivering, their breaths coming in gasps. And when they finally reached the peak together, their cries of pleasure were a symphony that echoed through the empty bar.
Gail’s thighs tightened around his neck as she came, her pussy pulsing with each contraction. Lynne’s hand worked faster, her fingers disappearing into the wetness of her cunt, her eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy. Myra’s toes curled in his mouth, her hips jutting forward, her breasts bouncing as she rubbed herself to climax. Deena’s hand moved with a blur, her toes flexing with each stroke of her clit.
Cristie’s back arched, her hand moving feverishly, her orgasm hitting her like a wave. Cheryl’s eyes rolled back in her head, her toes digging into his cheek as she came. Jazmin’s body quivered, her legs clamping around his head as her pussy spasmed in pleasure. Sandy’s hand was a blur, her toes flexing and releasing in time with her own masturbation, her orgasm hitting her like a sledgehammer. Cinda’s breath hitched, her toes curling as she reached the pinnacle, her pussy gushing with the force of her release.
The room was alive with the scent of sex, and the sight of their pleasure was almost too much to handle. His own cock was rock hard, straining against the fabric of his pants. He looked up at them, these goddesses of the night, their faces flushed and glowing, their eyes filled with a hunger that matched his own. They had shared something primal, something that went beyond mere sex. It was a ritual, a celebration of desire and need. And he was the lucky man in the center of it all.
As their breathing slowed, the women looked at him, their smiles knowing and a little bit wicked. They had taken him in, made him one of them. He knew that he would never be the same, that this night would change him forever. They leaned in, whispering in his ear, their breath hot and sweet with the scent of their release. They had plans for him, they said. So many feet, so many pussies, all waiting for his eager mouth. And he was ready.
Gary stood, his legs a little wobbly, his mouth still wet from their toes. He looked at the line of women before him, each one more beautiful than the last. They were all his now, all willing to let him indulge in his deepest, darkest desires. He felt a surge of power, of belonging. This was his kingdom, and he was their devoted servant.
He knew he wouldn’t last much longer. The pressure in his pants was becoming unbearable. He reached down, his hand wrapping around his throbbing shaft. The women watched, their eyes glued to his every movement. They had given him so much pleasure, and now it was his turn to give back. He stroked himself, slow at first, then faster, the friction of his hand bringing him closer and closer to the edge.
Their eyes never left him as he brought himself to the brink. And when he finally came, his release was explosive, painting the floor before them with his seed. The women watched, their smiles growing wider, their toes wiggling in delight. They knew he was hooked, that he would never be able to get enough of this.
The night was still young, and the bar was theirs for the taking. There was so much more to explore, so much more to discover. And as they led him back to the stage, their eyes gleaming with mischief, he knew that this was just the beginning. The world of toe sucking and pussy worship had opened its doors to him, and he was ready to walk through them.
Gary took a deep breath, his cock still pulsing from his intense orgasm. The women formed a semi-circle around him, their legs spread wide, their toes wiggling in anticipation. He knew what was expected of him, what they all craved. He took his place before them, knees spread, and began to stroke himself once more. The room grew quiet, the only sounds their eager whispers and the slickness of his hand on his shaft.
As he worked himself to new heights, the women watched with rapt attention. Each stroke brought him closer to the edge, their eyes never leaving his cock. He felt like a performer, a rockstar in the throes of a solo that had the audience begging for more. And as he felt his climax building, he knew this was the grand finale they had all been waiting for.
With a final, desperate groan, he erupted, his cum spurting forth like a fountain. The women cheered, their applause echoing through the bar. They leaned in, watching the ropes of white-hot pleasure paint the floor before them. And as the last drops fell, they all took a moment to appreciate the beauty of the act, the raw power of desire fulfilled.
Their eyes met, eight pairs of them, all filled with lust and satisfaction. They knew what was to come next. More feet to worship, more pussies to please. And as they led him to the back room, a place reserved for the most intimate of moments, he felt a thrill of excitement that could only be matched by the promise of what lay ahead. The night was far from over, and the real fun was just about to begin.
In the dimly lit room, the air thick with the scent of sex, the women took turns presenting their bare feet to him. Each one was a new treasure to explore, a fresh source of pleasure to tap into. He sucked and licked, his tongue tracing the delicate arches, the soft pads of their soles, and the delicate toes that curled in ecstasy with every touch. They watched him, their bodies writhing in pleasure, their hands working fervently between their legs.
The room was a cacophony of moans and gasps, of the wet sounds of his mouth and their eager masturbation. It was a symphony of desire, a ballet of the most carnally base instincts. And as he worked his way from one foot to the next, their pleasure grew more intense, their breaths coming in ragged pants. He felt like he could go on forever, lost in this sea of sensation.
But as the night grew late, and their desires grew more demanding, they decided it was time to give him a taste of their own special brand of pleasure. They lay him on the floor, his cock still hard and ready, and took turns straddling his face, their wet pussies hovering above his eager mouth. He licked and sucked, tasting the sweetness of their arousal, feeling the warmth of their bodies above him. It was a feast of flesh, a banquet of passion, and he was the most honored of guests.
As the women rode his mouth, their juices dripping down his chin, they watched him with a mix of hunger and affection. They knew they had found a kindred spirit, someone who understood the true meaning of worship.
And as they came, one by one, their toes curling in his hair, their thighs tightening around his head, he knew he had found his place in the world. He was no longer just a man with a foot fetish. He was a lover, a giver of pleasure, a connoisseur of the most intimate of desires. And as they collapsed around him, their bodies spent and sated, he couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest man alive.
But the night was far from over. As they lay there, panting and giggling, a new idea began to form in their minds. They had shared so much already, but there was one more taboo to be broken, one more line to be crossed. They looked at him, their eyes gleaming with excitement, and he knew what they wanted. Without a word, he began to kiss his way down their legs, his mouth watering with anticipation.
One by one, they spread their cheeks, revealing their tight, puckered assholes. He took his time, savoring each one like a fine delicacy. He licked and kissed, exploring the uncharted territory with the same enthusiasm he had shown for their toes. The taste was different, a little bit musky, but no less intoxicating. They moaned and wriggled beneath him, their hands playing with their clits as he worked his magic. He felt their muscles clench around his tongue, the tension building in their bodies.
He licked and probed, his tongue delving deeper, feeling their assholes loosen and open for him. They were all so beautiful, each one a testament to the power of desire. And as he worked, they began to come again, their orgasms washing over him like waves of pure pleasure. He could feel the heat of their bodies, the wetness of their pussies, as they reached new heights of ecstasy.
The women looked at each other, their faces flushed with excitement. They had never experienced anything quite like this, and they were eager for more. They whispered and giggled, their fingers playing with the strings of their thongs. And then, as if by some unspoken agreement, they began to peel them off, exposing their glistening pussies to the cool air.
They lay there, a tapestry of flesh and need, their legs open wide, inviting him in. He didn’t need any more encouragement. He dove in, his tongue lapping at their clits, his nose buried in the sweetness of their asses. They moaned and bucked, their bodies responding to his every touch. And as he licked and sucked, as he tasted the very essence of their desire, he knew that this was it. This was the ultimate expression of his fetish, the pinnacle of his obsession.
The room was alive with the sounds of pleasure, a symphony of moans and whimpers. Each woman was lost in her own world of sensation, their bodies moving in time with his mouth. He felt like he could go on forever, but there was one more act to be performed. He looked up, his eyes meeting Gail’s, and he knew what she wanted. With a nod, he slid his cock into her waiting pussy, feeling the tightness grip him like a glove.
The others watched, their own desire flaring up once more. They began to touch each other, their hands roaming over soft curves and firm flesh. It was a scene of pure, unbridled lust, and he was at the center of it all. He thrust into Gail, her toes digging into his back as she came, her pussy clenching around his cock. And as he felt himself reach the brink, he knew that this was only the beginning.
Their bodies tangled together, a writhing mass of limbs and pleasure. He fucked Gail, his mouth never leaving the sweetness of the next woman’s toes. The orgasms rolled through them like a storm, one after the other, each one more intense than the last. And as he came, filling Gail’s pussy with his cum, he realized that he had found his true calling. This was what he was meant to do, to give and receive pleasure in the most intimate of ways.
The night grew early, the bar long abandoned by the other patrons. They lay there, panting and sweaty, their bodies entwined. The women looked at him with something akin to reverence, their eyes shining with lust and satisfaction. They had shared something special, something sacred, and they all knew it.
They whispered and giggled, sharing stories and secrets as they caught their breath. And as they lay there, basking in the afterglow, they made plans for their next rendezvous. There would be more toes to suck, more pussies to lick, more assholes to explore. The world of pleasure was their oyster, and they were eager to pry it open.
The women grew bold, their inhibitions shattered like the last of the bar’s empty glasses. One by one, they turned onto their stomachs, presenting their plump, round butts to him. He took in the sight, his cock twitching with anticipation. The scent of their arousal was intoxicating, and he knew he had to taste them all.
He began with Gail, her ass cheeks spread wide, her asshole a tight, pink bud just begging to be kissed. He flicked his tongue against it, feeling her body tense, and she moaned into the floor. He circled it, teasing it, before plunging his tongue deep inside her, feeling her muscles clench around him. He tasted her, savoring the musk of her desire, and she pushed back into his face, eager for more.
He moved to Lynne, her skin smoother than velvet, her ass glowing in the dim light. He licked up the cleft of her ass, tracing the line to her tight hole. She moaned as he pressed his tongue against it, the taste of her uniquely her own. He pushed harder, feeling her body shiver, and she reached back to spread her cheeks wider, giving him full access to her most private place.
Myra’s ass was next, the jingle of her anklet a sweet serenade to his ears as he kissed and licked her asshole. She was sensitive, her body jolting with every touch. He took his time, enjoying the way she squirmed and writhed beneath him. The others watched, their own hands wandering, their pussies growing wet once more.
Deena’s ass was a work of art, firm and round, and he took his time exploring every inch of it. His tongue delved deep, her moans guiding him as he licked and probed. She was close, so close, her pussy dripping with need. And when he felt her tense, her body poised on the edge, he knew it was time to move on.
Cristie’s asshole was like a secret garden, hidden beneath her skirt, waiting to be discovered. He kissed and nibbled, his tongue exploring the uncharted territory. She was quieter than the others, her pleasure building in slow, deep waves that rolled through her body.
Jazmin’s ass was a spectacle, her cheeks bouncing as he licked and kissed her hole. She was a vocal lover, her cries of pleasure urging him on as he feasted on her. Her hand reached back, her fingers playing with her clit as she grew closer to climax.
Sandy’s ass was sweet, her skin salty from the sweat of their earlier exertions. He licked and kissed, feeling her body quiver as she neared the brink. The women watched him, their eyes hooded with lust, their own asses begging for his attention.
Cinda’s asshole was a delicate rosebud, opening to him as he kissed and licked it. She was the shyest of them all, but her moans grew louder with each pass of his tongue. He felt her body tighten, her orgasm building with each stroke.
And finally, Cheryl, the woman who had started it all, her ass a perfect finale to the evening’s festivities. He licked and sucked, her toes curling around his ears as he buried his face in her. The room was alive with the sounds of their passion, a symphony of lust that had no end in sight.
The women grew more and more aroused with each taste of their assholes, their pussies dripping with anticipation. They knew what was to come next, and they were eager for it. He looked around the room, his eyes meeting theirs, and he could see the hunger in their gazes. They were his, and he was theirs, bound by the ties of desire that had been forged in the fire of that unforgettable night.
One by one, they leaned in, their lips meeting his in a series of passionate goodbye kisses. Each kiss was a promise, a declaration of their shared secret, a bond that would never be broken. Gail was the first, her mouth tasting of her own juices, her tongue probing his mouth as if searching for the essence of his soul. Lynne followed, her kiss deep and hungry, her hand reaching down to give his cock one last squeeze before she slipped away into the night.
Myra kissed him softly, her eyes filled with a tenderness that took him by surprise. She whispered in his ear, “Thank you,” before her lips claimed his in a gentle kiss that lingered long after she was gone. Deena’s kiss was fiery, her teeth grazing his bottom lip as if she could devour him whole. And Sandy, the youngest of them all, kissed him with an innocence that belied the depravity of their evening, her sweetness leaving him breathless.
Cristie’s kiss was lingering, her tongue flicking against his, a silent promise of future encounters. Jazmin’s was a kiss filled with the passion of a stage performer, her hand on the back of his neck, pulling him closer as if she never wanted to let him go. And Cheryl, the woman who had started this all, kissed him with a knowing smile, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
As the last of the kisses faded, the women began to dress, slipping on their shoes and adjusting their clothes. They whispered to each other, their laughter a sweet melody that filled the air. They were a vision of beauty, each one unique, each one a testament to the power of desire.
Gary watched them go, his body exhausted but his spirit soaring. He knew that he had found his place in the world, his purpose in life. He had been given a gift, a gift of pleasure and connection that most men could only dream of. As the door closed behind them, he lay back on the floor, his cock still hard, his mouth filled with the taste of their assholes.
He felt alive, more alive than he had ever felt before. His heart raced, his skin tingled, and his cock begged for release. But he knew that the night was not yet over. There was still one more act to perform, one final indulgence before the curtain fell. He reached down, his hand wrapping around his shaft, and began to stroke himself slowly, his eyes closing as he remembered each toe, each pussy, each asshole that had brought him to this point.
The room grew quiet, the only sound his own breathing and the distant hum of the city outside. And as he brought himself to one final, glorious orgasm, he knew that he would never be the same again. He had been reborn in the temple of toe sucking and pussy worship, and he would spend the rest of his days in service to those who craved it.
As the last drops of his cum painted his stomach, he let out a contented sigh, his body finally at peace. He had conquered his fears, embraced his desires, and found a new family in the process. The night had been a revelation, a celebration of all that was taboo and delicious. And as he lay there, surrounded by the scent of sex and satisfaction, he knew that this was only the beginning.
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