Nephew’s Foot Fetish Fantasy Fulfilled

JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 x 262

My husband Edward was pouring himself a drink when he announced to me that his young nephew Ronald would be staying with us for a few months, and of course I had zero say so in matter. “He’s my brother’s son,” Edward said, “what am I supposed to do? Besides, the internship I lined up for him, should keep him nice and busy.”

Ronald was the very definition of well-mannered but as I found out later what lie beneath the facade of his genteel demeanor was fetishistic fiend with single-minded focus on the object, or rather the body part of his desire. Like the majority of his sex, Ronald was utterly captivated by me, this was evident in not just his longing gazes but also in the way he hung on every single word I uttered, even when they were of the most mundane nature. “It looks like you got a new fan huh Jasmine,” Edward said one night before bed. “Just take it easy with this one huh pal.” Oh but yes darling, of course I said but already I was predator waiting for time to pounce.

As the weeks progressed, I began to notice something different about our young visitor.

For instance, during times when he was unaware of being under scrutiny, his eyes would remained fixed on my feet. Whether in stockings or bare, it didn’t seem to matter much to him and it was clear from the look on his face that his lust for my feet was growing into obsession.

It was a lazy Thursday afternoon, and I was lounging on sofa. Having just finished a bath I was painting nails a bright red. Now, I am not a foot fetishist myself, but I do appreciate the beauty of the female foot, and mine with their delicate toes, high arch and silky soft soles are dream come true for any practitioner of podophilia.

Stretching my long legs out, I leaned back and called out to Ronald, asking to have a word with him in the living room.

“Yes Jasmine,” he said nervously, “what can I do for you?” He was desperately trying not stare at the perfection of my freshly polished toes.

“Nothing really,” I said, “I just thought that since your uncle Edward is out for the evening that you and I should use this time to get, how do you say, better acquainted.”

I smiled at him and then added, “Unless you have objection?”

“No, no,” he said, “of course not.”

I invited him to sit beside me and asked him many questions about his internship and such, and like good boy he provided me with all the standard answers one would expect, but all the while his eyes, they kept returning to that little slice of heaven that lie just below my ankles. “Is something, wrong,” I asked.

“Uh, no,” he said. “Why?”

“Oh it’s nothing, it just you keep looking at my feet.”

His face, which I may add was quite appealing to me now, in an odd sort of way, had turned red with embarrassment. He quickly said in an effort to cover tracks, “Was I? I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware I was doing it.”

“It is fine,” I said. “Look if you like. Do you,” I turned and placed my feet onto his lap, “like?”

He swallowed hard and probably asked himself a million questions, the first one being: “Is this really happening?”

“Is there something you want to say to me,” I asked.

And he replied, “May I … worship them?”

I nodded yes, and in an instant he dropped to his knees and placed my soles onto his face before covering them with tiny kisses. Panting heavily, he began licking them, starting at the heel and working his way all along the arch of my foot then taking each one of my delectable toes into his mouth.

“Show me how much you really love my feet,” I said, “and take off your pants.”

He did as instructed, standing up and letting his pants fall to the floor revealing his massively hard cock.

I lifted my legs then and wrapped my luscious soles around his throbbing member.

“Fuck them,” I ordered. “Fuck my feet.”

Again like good boy he did as he was told and after a few long thrusts his cock exploded thick streams of white cum onto my feet.

After he dutifully cleaned up his mess, I once again had him kneel before me.

Slowly removing my panties, his eyes widened at the site of my wet pussy.

“You worship feet very well young man,” I said, “now let’s see what else your mouth is good for.”

I held the back of his head tight as his lips found their way to my clitoris and thought “I wonder which internship he prefers, Uncle Edward’s or Auntie Jasmine‘s?”

 

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