The Stockinged Foot-job

July the 9th 2007 I first discovered the guy at the shoe store had a foot fetish when I bought my black stilettos with the six buckled straps going up my legs. I was so excited at finding them that I didn't pay much attention to the salesman's chatter. It dawned on me later that he had looked a little flushed, but I hadn’t thought anything about it. I also bought a new pair of red heels to compliment the dress I would be wearing at my friend’s upcoming wedding, and so I paid more attention to him and what he was saying. This time I saw the look in his eyes, the slight tremble to his hands, and the careful way in which he took care not to touch my skin with his fingers. What I wasn't prepared for was the shot of hot sex that went through me, making my pussy so hot and wet I just couldn't stand it. The assistant glanced up at me, almost as if he could smell my hungry hole calling to him. I kept my face blank, but I noticed he had had to shift a bit because of the bulge that was beginning to show in his pants. I've thought about him often since. He was very handsome, in an older, distinguished gentleman kind of way. On the surface, he looked very controlled, very proper. More than anything, I wanted to ring his bell. A few weeks later, I wore the most expensive pair of Silk stockings I could find in my drawer. A new black lace garter, no panties, and had a good close shave all over my pussy. I wanted my pussy to be ready and accessible. I slipped into a short tight skirt, quarter cup bra and a low-cut top. The perfect outfit in which to buy some "fuck me" shoes from a horny foot fetishist. I wandered into the store and, ensuring I caught his eye, took a seat at the back, sat down and crossed my legs. He came over, polite as ever once he could pull his eyes away from my cleavage, and smiled a professional smile. I smiled back demurely. "I don't think I'm wearing the correct size. Could you measure me, please?" He nodded, got the silver metal foot measure down from its peg, and put it carefully onto the floor in front of me. I shook off my heels, wiggled my stockinged toes and put one silky foot, the blood red toenails very visible, onto the measure. His eyes were riveted to my foot, and his fingers brushed against it several times as he made the adjustments. "A perfect size seven," he said with reverence. "Perfect." I smiled against my hand. The poor man was shaking. "Thank you," I said politely. "I'm looking for something a little different, something sexy. Very sexy." I looked deeply into his eyes and he knew that I was teasing him. He looked up at me and blinked, and then nodded as if in a trance. When he stood up, I noticed his cock was beginning to thrust, once again, against his pants. I openly admired it, wiggled my foot and smiled at him. He said something that could have been "I'll be right back" and wandered off, almost limping. I was so hot I felt like being a bad girl. I had intended to enjoy turning him on, but I was really horny. Having him look at my foot like that was doing something to me, and I liked it. He came back with a few boxes, pulled his little stool around in front of me and sat down. I lifted my foot and put it on the footrest between his open legs, my toes just inches from his crotch. His sharp intake of breath echoed through the store. He looked around nervously, but the place was empty, we were alone. I smiled, and then ran my toes down the inside of his thigh. His lips trembled, and his eyes closed. "Madam…" he started to say. He never finished though. His hands reached out blindly and took my foot, gently and tenderly. "Oh," he said softly. "Oh, my." He ran his fingertips over my entire foot, as if he was reading the meaning of life in Braille. He cupped his left hand over the top, and used the ball of the thumb on his right to rhythmically rub at the pressure points on my sole. It was exquisite, and I groaned my appreciation. He trembled, and sighed. He kept working the foot until I was almost out of the chair on the floor. He rested my ankle on his thigh, and lifted the other foot to give it the same treatment. That spread my legs awkwardly, revealing the tops of my stockings, and, judging from the hungry look in his eye, my hairless and by now, dripping pussy. His cock was clearly outlined as it strained against his pants. It looked long and thick, and it must have hurt to have that monster held back. He worked my left foot, my right sliding into his crotch. I ran my big toe up and down his bulge; I felt it was hard as a rock. He shuffled his hips forward to give me more access, his eyes half closed, his hands still massaging. He bit on his lower lip. "Oh," he whispered. "Oh." My foot worshipper was a man given to understatement. An impressive wet stain appeared on the front of his pants. I licked my lips. Damn. He must have been oozing pre-cum. Sweet, hot pre-cum all going to waste on his clothes. What a shame. My toes toyed with his belt buckle. He opened his eyes and looked at me. He was too turned on to give much of a damn about anything but fucking my foot. He fumbled with his belt until he got it unbuckled, then worked the zipper down with effort. He released a cock that was even bigger than I'd imagined, and I gasped appreciatively. He cupped his balls and drew them out gently. His balls were huge, and looked full enough to burst. As I watched, pre-cum oozed out of his swollen cock head and trickled down his shaft. He scooped it up with a finger and rubbed it on my instep. I was surprised at just how much that turned me on! I wanted more. He licked his lips, lowered his mouth to my foot and kissed it, still scooping up pre-cum to rub on it. He lapped at my foot with his entire tongue, then took my big toe in his mouth and sucked. I extended my leg to force him to straighten his back, and rubbed my toes against his mouth. He lapped and sucked at one foot, while the other made friends with his cock. Good friends. He began to rub his glans blindly against my sole, moaning. By now, my skirt was up around my hips, so I dropped a hand into my soaking wet pussy and fingered my engorged clit. One hand supported the foot in his mouth as he sucked, the other held my left foot steady as he humped it, and his eyes feasted on my pussy as my slippery fingers did their work. I smiled at him, got my fingers good and coated then rubbed the juice against the toes of my right foot. His eyes were huge as he sucked my juice from my toes. His breathing was harsh and loud. I pulled my top down and fingered my nipples until they were twin points of hard rosy flesh. I pulled and twisted them. His eyes followed my movements, without slowing his foot fuck-and-suck fest at all. I brought myself off from the look in his eyes. I've never seen a man that helplessly turned on. I sucked on my fingers and forced both my feet into his lap. His cock was trapped between my insteps. He grabbed my feet, pushing them together, and started masturbating his cock between them. They were immediately warmed and became slick with his seemingly endless supply of pre-cum. "Damn," he breathed. "Oh, damn, this is great. I mean, this is heaven!" He stood suddenly, yanking pants and briefs down around his knees, and held my feet to his crotch. "I love your feet! I love your fucking feet!" He thrust like a madman, his huge purple head stabbing at me as he fucked my feet. He was wild, and he didn't give a damn who knew it. I began work on my clit again, this time rubbing like a fiend. "I'd let you bathe my feet," I said. He shuddered in ecstasy. "Yes," I continued, "bathe them. Massage them. Cream them. Paint my toenails all different colors. You can suck each and every one of my toes all you want. Lick them all over. Smell them. Taste them. Feel them. And you can take out that huge fuck-stick and fuck them all you want. God, that feels so good! I just love having my feet fucked!" I thought for sure he'd shoot right then, but he must have just clenched his ass muscles and hung on. The pole sliding between my jism soaked, silk covered feet had a head that was swollen and purple. His massive balls slammed into my heels. Oh God, he was beyond ready to go. His eyes had rolled back into his upper lids, and he was fucking automatically. "Fuck my feet," I whispered. "I want your cum all over them." He grunted at me, his movement’s jerky. Finally, he grabbed his cock and aimed it, erupting cum all over my toes. His spasms were sending cum everywhere as it kept pulsing out. He kept cumming until I was afraid it would kill him, then collapsed back on his little stool. He sat for a long time in silence. Then he got down on his hands and knees and licked every bit of his cum off my feet as that monster cock grew hard again. This time he turned his ass to me as he was on all fours. I stuck my left foot underneath his cock and balls. He grabbed it and rubbed his hard on against it, letting the balls slide along my ankles. I took my left foot and worked the big toe into the crack of his ass and rubbed his tight asshole. I managed to get the tip of my toe to penetrate and he growled with hot lust. "Fuck me," he gasped. "Fuck my ass with your toe." I obliged, giving my first ass-fucking with a toe. He loved it! I worked the toe in has far as I could, wiggling it hard, then harder, as he started jerking off with one hand and sniffing my shoe with the other. His balls rested on the top of my foot. I stuck a finger in my pussy and fucked myself as I watched him. I came once in seconds, then again very quickly. The sound of my cumming drove him over the edge and he pulsed cum into my shoe. I think I have every foot care product in the world in my bathroom. Every week it seems he has something new he wants to play with. And I discovered he always has that much pre-cum, and he always cums like he's going to die. At least once a month, I also get a very large discount on shoes.