In the bustling heart of the city, amidst the flurry of footsteps and the cacophony of urban life, there existed a quaint little shoe store. Its name, “Sole Sanctuary,” whispered promises of comfort and style to those who sought refuge for their weary feet. And behind its polished glass windows and neatly arranged displays, there was a man who tended to the footwear needs of the city’s denizens: Henry.

Henry wasn’t just any ordinary shoe salesman. He possessed an uncanny passion for feet that bordered on obsession. To him, each foot was a masterpiece, each step a symphony of grace. While others saw shoes as mere accessories, Henry saw them as the vessels that cradled the objects of his affection.

Henry Had A Secret Foot Fetish.

With a warm smile and an expert eye, Henry greeted his customers, eager to assist them in finding the perfect fit. But behind his affable demeanor lurked a secret desire that he dared not reveal—a desire fueled by the tantalizing allure of the human foot.

As he knelt to measure a customer’s foot, Henry’s fingers would linger just a second longer than necessary, relishing the sensation of supple skin beneath his touch. He would admire the arches, the curves, the delicate lines that bespoke a lifetime of stories. And with each fitting, his longing only grew stronger.

Yet, Henry was careful to conceal his desires, maintaining a facade of professionalism at all times. He knew that indulging his fantasies could spell disaster for his reputation and his livelihood. And so, he buried his yearnings beneath layers of restraint, finding solace in the brief moments of intimacy afforded by his trade.

He Fell In Love.

But fate has a way of unraveling even the most carefully constructed facades. One fateful afternoon, a woman entered Sole Sanctuary, her presence commanding attention with every step. Her name was Olivia, and she possessed a beauty that transcended mere physicality—a beauty that ensnared Henry’s heart in an instant.

As Henry assisted Olivia in trying on a pair of heels, he found himself captivated by the sight of her slender feet, adorned with a delicate anklet that glimmered in the soft light of the store. His hands trembled as he knelt before her, his breath caught in his throat as he dared to imagine what it would feel like to caress those perfect arches, to worship at the altar of her feet.

Unbeknownst to Henry, Olivia was not oblivious to his desires.

With a knowing smile, she allowed him to indulge in his fantasies, granting him permission to explore the depths of his passion without fear of judgment or reproach. And in that moment, Henry realized that he had found his soulmate—not in the form of a person, but in the embodiment of his deepest desires.

From that day forth, Henry and Olivia shared a bond forged in the fires of passion and understanding. Together, they explored the realms of pleasure and fulfillment, their love transcending the boundaries of convention and expectation. And as they walked hand in hand into the sunset, Henry knew that he had found his true calling—not just as a shoe salesman, but as a devotee of the human foot, forever bound to worship at the altar of his beloved’s soles.

Anal Sex; Bend over for me

Gypsy — Thu, 06 Apr 2023 22:49:29 +0000

Anal sex is not just for women. Men love it as well. Enjoy my story of seduction and lust.

“I can’t do that. I might hurt you!”

Her client wanted her to perform anal sex on him with the heel of her shoe.

Gypsy’s voice quivered when he asked her to fuck his ass with the pointed heel of that stiletto. To push in the tip and manipulate his tiny entrance till she reached the full 5 inches inside. Was this even possible without causing damage to his anal cavity? He was paying for this, so turning him down would not be acceptable. If he told the service she worked for that she was not compliant, Gypsy would lose her job on the spot and her name in the business ruined.

“How do we proceed with this anal sex?”

Still a bit nervous, the man handed her a bottle of lubrication. He was explaining that she was to lubricate his asshole with spit! Gypsy had read about rim jobs. She always thought they would happen to her, not the other way around. At 18, she was a little taken back but knew her duties. As she leaned in, she placed delicate fingers on either side of his lower cheeks. The young girl pulled them open, her nose wrinkling a bit. She had never thought of putting tongue to ass before, but this is what he wanted.

“Ready for me, Sir?” she asked but didn’t wait for a response.

Her tongue now perched between her teeth, the first punch on his entrance was like an electrical charge. Gypsy didn’t know what to expect, but it wasn’t that. He was spotless in hygiene, and the hint of old spice was all she smelled. The act wasn’t as gross like she thought it would be. Curling her muscle at the tip, a push forward, and she was inside of his anal cavity. All she could think was, Oh god, she was tonguing this stranger’s asshole and not even hating it.

As Gypsy pushed in and out, the tiny hole opened for her, allowing her to go to the farthest depth her tongue could reach. That small pinch of his sphincter was the only hindrance that she felt. He was tight, but Gypsy was sure there had been more in his ass than a tongue or even a shoe. His moaning was a dead giveaway as he uttered obscenities. Her mouth ached from the consistent deepening into the anal cavity.

“Stop! Lube the heel of your shoe and slip it into my asshole. I’ll hold the chair, and you get that beautiful red heel deep in my shithole. I need a anal fucking!”

His words sent shivers up and down her spine, but Gypsy was ready. She knew that he wanted this. Was he was gay, or could this be part of a foot fetish? Either way, she rubbed the lubrication onto the heel, leaning back on the bed and lifting her foot to his asshole, resting the tip on the top of his crack. She pushed against his entrance, groaning as she pushed inside of his tight walls. Closing her eyes, Gypsy didn’t stop until the entire heel was inside. She couldn’t get any more of the shoe in his tight little starfish.

Gasping, Gypsy was amazed. This man was moaning and telling her to fuck his ass harder. What if she punctured his walls? A shoe was not a sex toy, well, she thought.

“Harder,” he screamed.

You’re sure you want it harder?” she asked.

He called out in pleasure, bringing a side of the 18-year-old that she hadn’t explored yet. With increase momentum, her foot slammed against his anus with a loud thud. Something came over her then. A part of her she hadn’t see yet emerged from the teen. A filthy-mouthed little whore!

“You fucking like it in the ass, don’t you. You’re a bitch! Take that fucking shoe in your asshole bitch boy.”

Her calf ached from the intensity of the fuck, but the pre-cum dripping from the head of his dick was a sign he was close. One more groan from him, and he lost it. Her heel pushed to the hilt, and he shot all over the chair. Rope after rope, the cum pumped from his elongated shaft. Pouring more than she had ever seen. It was mesmerizing to watch, but deep inside of the young beauty. She was quite satisfied with her first-time anal sex accomplishments.

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