Donny’s cock was hard. He undid his jeans and pulled it out. He knew he had at least twenty minutes; Paige was only just dressed. She would have to do her hair and make-up yet before they could go out for dinner. He slid his hands up and down his shaft as he held his mobile and studied the images of Miss Sexy Feet.

He had been following Miss Sexy Feet, a blog on social media for some time. There were snapshot posts on a regular basis of her amazingly perfect feet. There was also a website to which Donny was a regular subscriber, where full photosets could be found of her sexy feet in heels, flip-flops, bare, covered in food or cum. Every foot desire was catered for.

Donny clicked on the latest post, her perfectly formed, arousing feet were looking sexy as ever in a pair of neon blue high heel, squared sole, V-strap sandals. Her toes had a French polish with some added rose glitter. There were three different pictures each showing a different view. Donny studied them. Neon blue leather straps went between her big and index toes, pushing them apart slightly.

Donny imagined Miss Sexy Feet was there in the room. He fantasized about what her cute, little toes must smell like. Taste like. How they would feel wrapped round his cock. He was close. He used a pint glass, his wet tip knocked against the cool glass sides as he spunked out his load. He then rinsed the glass in the downstairs toilet sink and put it in the dishwasher with the build-up from breakfast and lunch.

Donny was in his early thirties with curly black hair, chiselled face bones, and deep tan skin. His parents were Korean, but he had spent almost all his life in England. Donny had a massive foot fetish. He wasn’t sure why or even when he started to find feet attractive, but they really turned him on. Unfortunately, it wasn’t reciprocated by his wife, Paige. Donny had tried to get her involved, but she didn’t like her feet even being touched. She was very ticklish and ended up falling around laughing.

~~~

Sean needed to go; his time was up. But he was finding it difficult to get moving as he watched Kate in a pair of brown stilettos. It was the first time she had sex wearing these shoes. And she had fucked Sean hard wearing nothing but the stilettos. Sean took the hint, got dressed and left.

A naked Kate ran through the apartment disposing of semen filled condoms and pulling sex-stained sheets from the bed. She had a guy coming to start some renovation work at one.

For the next few days, Kate had her clients booked in at hotels while she was getting new build in wardrobes in her bedroom.

Kate had really started enjoying herself. Miss Sext Feet’s foot fetish sessions had taken off. Although it had started out as just extra cash, it had turned into so much more and some regulars like Sean also got more than just her feet. They lapped it up. Literally!

It had become very lucrative. Kate was slowly paying to have her flat renovated and had just bought a Mercedes.

~~~

Donny arrived at Kate’s apartment, knocked at her door and started to get some tools out of the van. He was a carpenter and joiner by trade but did all sorts. A real handy man.

Kate greeted Donny at the door, now in a summer dress and flip-flops. Donny instantly found her attractive as they discussed her wardrobes.

Kate was a perfect brunette, with long wavy, bouncy hair, beautiful facial features and a toned body. Donny also noticed her great looking feet.

Kate left Donny to get started. He soon noticed a pair of exquisite blue high heel square sole sandals in the hallway. They were exactly the same as the post from Miss Sexy Feet. It also occurred to him that Kate’s painted feet had the same rose glitter.

Donny thought it must just be a coincidence. He knew ‘Miss Sexy Feet’ was London-based but the likelihood it was Kate was so small, and how would he find out? He wasn’t going to ask her. Nevertheless, he couldn’t stop wondering.

~~~

Kate was ready to go to the foot fetish party with Jamie, who was driving her and acting as a bit of a chaperone to the girls. She was dressed in jeans and flats, with a small bag with some heels, stockings, etc in to show off later.

Kate had started the parties a few months back with her friends Maeve, Rachel and a few other models. Once a month, they hosted a fetish party. They hired a house and advertised on Kate and Maeve’s websites. It was tickets paid for in advance, and if any guests wanted to get some alone time with any of the ladies’ feet, it was extra. They could suck, lick, kiss, but nothing sexual.

Maeve was an Irish short-haired redhead in her twenties, Kate had come across her through social media chat. She was an escort and while she only offered up her cute little feet for these parties, she generally offered so much more.

Rachel was Kate’s nail beautician; she was blonde and in her mid-forties. She was bored with her suburban existence, the children who didn’t appreciate her, the husband that took her for granted. She was intrigued and jumped at the chance to do the parties when Kate mentioned it.

Kate got in Jamie’s generic estate car, and they headed off across London to tonight’s party. Jamie was a fellow foot lover and had been Kate’s first session client.

“Why have you got two sets of wing mirrors?” Kate said, noticing that Jamie had a set of extension mirrors on his car.

“They are for when I tow the caravan. I like to see all the road,” he quipped.

“You haven’t got a caravan on now, though.”

“Ah, no. I should’ve taken them off, but it’ll be OK.”

Ten minutes later, Jamie’s windscreen filled with flashing blue lights behind him.

“Oh, fuck!”

He pulled over and a police officer got out of the car, leaving another behind the wheel in the police car.

“Good evening, sir. Do you know it is illegal to have a second set of towing wing mirrors on a vehicle when you are not towing anything?”

“Sorry, officer. I forgot.”

“If you take them off now, sir, we will say no more about it.”

Jaime got out of the car and opened his boot. It was full of crap, from fishing gear to work stuff. The police officer almost thought Jamie was going to a car boot sale.

Kate got out of the car and walked round.

“What are you doing?” she said frantically.

“Just looking for the tool to unlock the mirrors.”

“Can I ask where you both are going this evening?” the police officer said.

“Me and my girlfriend are just going round some friends,” Jamie said, smirking.

The officer looked at Kate and back at Jamie, who had slicked, brown hair, and glasses and was slightly shorter than both of them.

‘You have done well there. You are definitely punching above your weight. She is a ten and you are a three,’ the officer thought to himself.

Amazingly Jamie found the tool, took the mirrors off and the police let them go. As they set off, Kate called Maeve to tell her they were running late.

~~~

Donny arrived at the address, made sure he wasn’t seen. He had noticed a link to a foot party on the ‘Miss Sexy Feet’ website. Although he had a massive thing for feet, he had never been to one before.

He was nervous about being caught out and people finding out about his secret fetish. He had used a fake name and told Paige he had to entertain clients.

His heart was pounding as he knocked on the door. The door opened and he was ushered in by a brunette in a cream jumpsuit and red sandals. She took him through from the hallway to the lounge. This was Maeve’s friend, Clare, who acted as a hostess.

She made some small talk as she got Donny a drink. He scoured the room. There were lovely looking ladies in high heels. A dark-haired guy sitting on a sofa and a few other guys chatting. Donny’s eyes were drawn to a redhead in a green dress with silver glitter high heel sandals on. She had perfect red toes.

Noticing Donny looking at her, Maeve, the redhead in green came over and introduced herself as Skye. She had the sweetest Irish accent that melted Donny every time she spoke. After a few minutes, she asked if he wanted a session. Well, that was what he was here for. He handed over twenty pounds in cash. She took him up to one of the bedrooms.

“So, what do we do?” Donny asked nervously.

“Do you want to kiss my feet? Like my toes?”

“Yes,” Donny answered.

“Then that’s what we will do. Don’t be nervous,” Maeve said.

Donny bent down and started planting little kisses on her exposed feet. Then he started licking her feet. She had great feet, he continued to wipe his tongue all over them. Then he took off her heels. Looking up her long legs and dress, Donny could see Maeve had the smallest green G-string covering her pussy. He wondered if collar and cuffs matched or if she was shaved? But he knew that was off-limits.

Was this cheating on Paige? It was sexually exciting for him, and she wouldn’t be impressed if she knew. So, it was! He quickly dismissed these thoughts from his head.

Maeve got up and walked over to the dresser, came back with a tray with a banana and whipped cream on it.

“What do you think?”

Donny’s eyes lit up. Maeve peeled the banana and started squashing it with her bare soles. Donny helped by squirting the cream over her feet. He then bent down and started eating off her flesh.

Donny ate up every bit of banana, then examined her sticky feet.

Time was up and he went back in the lounge wiping banana from his face, followed by Maeve a few minutes later after she had washed her feet.

“Would you like another drink?” Rachel asked.

“Sure, a beer would be great.”

“Come sit with me,” Rachel said, guiding him to a sofa.

They sat opposite the dark-haired guy, who hadn’t seemed to have moved. Rachel was a blonde in a short leather dress and red high-heel stilettos. Donny guessed she must be the dominatrix.

Rachel’s sexy, mature, veined feet arched out of her stilettos. They were a different kind of bewitching feet. Donny wanted to get her alone. He soon had parted with another twenty quid and found himself in another bedroom, kissing the top line of Rachel’s heels and toe cleavage.

He pulled her heels off and wrapped his tongue round her bare feet. Her toes were naturally perfectly pedicured with a deep blue colour. She wiggled them in the air for him. He wanted to cum so hard.

He spent another sixty pounds moving between Maeve and Rachel before finally leaving. He missed Kate by minutes as she and Jamie drove past him, walking towards the tube station.

“How’s it been so far?” Kate asked upon arriving.

“Ah, we coped. Had a new guy,” Maeve replied.

The party finished around 11 pm. Jamie normally got his payment then, but he had been late. Had he worked hard enough? Kate decided he should still get what was due.

He went in one of the bedrooms and stripped off. Then Kate, Maeve, and Rachel came in, Maeve in green, Rachel in black leather. Kate was now in a blue dress and pink cork wedge mules with desirable cream-painted toes.

Jamie was in heaven as the three sets of bare-legged, high-heeled feet rubbed against parts of his body. Each in turn he worshipped their feet. Slowly, he took Kate and Maeve’s heels off, kissing and licking their soles and toes.

Jamie then laid down on the floor. Rachel kept her heels on and pressed down on Jamie’s hard cock with them. He was more than aroused, it was pleasure and pain taking him to another level of ecstasy.

"Harder, Mistress Rachel," he whimpered as she stepped down harder.

He was so aroused, he could feel the endorphins releasing. He felt dizzy, drunk with the feel-good chemicals running through his body. These ladies took him to the edge with their feet and then brought him back.

Kate stepped in; she had a soft spot for Jamie. She took off her wedges and started dipping her toes in Jamie's mouth. It was all he could bear.

While Kate smothered his face with her feet. Maeve started stroking his balls with hers, it was all he needed. They all watched the massive amount of cum shoot out over Maeve's feet, then dribble down between her toes and over her arches.

~~~

Kate was dressed in a white suit, black shirt with nothing on her feet as she opened the door to Donny, his eyes immediately went to her perfectly pedicured cream toes.

He told Kate he hoped to finish the wardrobes today and leave early as it was his birthday.

She wished him a happy birthday as she slipped her bare feet into green high heel sandals.

After Kate had gone, a curious Donny started to look through the apartment. Kate had a lot of sexy high heel sandals, stilettos, court shoes, and wedges in her spare room. As he hadn't seen Kate at the foot party, Donny had really dismissed the idea she was Miss Sexy Feet. He took a look at his phone through Miss Sexy Feet’s social media pictures. He managed to match up a lot of Kate's designer heels in the pictures.

Now he was certain Kate had to be the online foot exhibitionist he had been following. Excited by the prospect, he started to smell the inside of her heels. Her odour filled his nostrils. He kissed her sandals and licked the insole. His dick was hard. He pulled it out and slide it inside one of her stilettos, rubbing his cock up and down the leather insole inside her toe box. Donny went into another world, imagining what it would be like to kiss her feet and even have sex with her.

Just then Kate come through the door. He hadn’t heard her come back. He dropped the shoe and put his knob away.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“I can explain,” Donny protested.

“I don’t give a shit if it’s your birthday. Get the fuck out,” she demanded.

“I thought you were ‘Miss Sexy Feet’,” Donny said.

Suddenly Kate froze and she stopped yelling. Her face sank as Donny looked her straight in the eyes. He knew by her reaction he was right, and Kate realised by the change in his demeanor he knew her secret.

“You are ‘Miss Sexy Feet’ though, aren’t you?”

“I wasn’t expecting that. How did you find out, Donny?”

“I have been following you online.”

“Fuck, really?”

“Yes, I noticed posts of the same footwear.”

“Please, can you keep it a secret?”

“Yes, of course. I am a big fan. I have wanked over you loads,” Donny said without thinking.

“Shit, sorry, I didn’t mean to say that. You have amazing feet,” he continued.

“Thank you,” Kate said, a bit calmer.

Kate made them a coffee and they went into the lounge. They sat down on the sofa. Donny looked longingly at her feet.

“You are staring, Donny.”

“I am sorry, I just can’t believe you are ‘Miss Sexy Feet’. I look at your website every day.”

“How about as a birthday present you can worship them in the flesh,” Kate smiled.

Donny’s eyes lit up. He couldn’t believe it. He bent down and started stroking her feet. Her skin felt cold and soft.

“Sorry, they probably aren’t as clean as they were when I left home.”

“It doesn’t matter. I can clean them for you.”

Donny started running his tongue over her toes. He could feel her toenails carving along his tongue. He then slowly undid the zips along the backs of her new heels and pulled off her sandals one at a time. Donny took both her feet in his hand and started licking them. He smothered his face, smelling her soles. Kate moved one of her feet down to Donny’s groin and started rubbing her toes against his hard cock.

“I want to see how hard you are,” Kate demanded.

Donny undid his jeans and pulled out his throbbing penis. Kate got both her feet round it and started rubbing them up and down his shaft.

“I want to cum all over your toes.”

“I hope you do; I want to see my feet smothered,” Kate said, feeling precum from his tip on her soles.

She continued to work her magic on the sizable cock. Donny was getting lost in the moment as he got a good view of her black lace knickers. Kate smiled and started tickling Donny’s scrotum with her feet.

Donny was mesmerized as Kate stood up. She was actually so turned on; Donny was very attractive. She then slowly slid her knickers down her legs and let them drop to the floor. Then she sat back down and opened her legs.

“Happy Birthday, Donny,” she said with her legs open wide, showing off her naked, neatly trimmed, wet pussy.

“Wow, just wow,” Donny exclaimed.

He knew now this was cheating on Paige. His conscience was pricked but he couldn’t resist.

Donny moved down and started kissing her thighs and slowly Kate felt the warmth of his mouth draw closer until his lips were on her slit.

Donny moved up and they started kissing as he continued to run his hands along Kate's legs. He then knelt on the sofa and pulled her body towards him. With her legs up in the air, Donny licked her soles and put her toes in his mouth as he felt his hard, wet-nosed cock hover round the edge of her cunt. Kate pulled out a condom from her bag and unfurled it down his penis.

Kate undid her shirt and pulled her breasts out of her bra; she rubbed her hands over them and played with her nipples as Donny slid in and out of her wet hole. She was cumming hard and let out a hard moan as Donny felt a surge of cum round his cock. He was close himself, and just as he was about to explode, he pulled out and ripped off the condom. Kate brought her feet down and lightly rubbed his penis to a satisfactory end. Donny came hard, Kate caught his jizz on her instep as it flew through the air.

Donny smiled. This was a good birthday.