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  After a little small talk, Daisy asked what I like.

  “I, uh, have a foot fetish, which I haven’t had too much chance to indulge,” I began. “But since my divorce, it’s something I’d like to explore some more.”

  Soon I suggested we go into the bedroom, where we could spread out a little more. Both girls were dressed conservatively, and were wearing flat sandals. I was actually a bit disappointed by this, particularly since Daisy mentioned in one of her e-mails that she loved pantyhose.

  “Is there someplace we could change?” she asked. I showed them into my bedroom and waited in the living room. In moments, they came out, both wearing minidresses. Daisy’s was all black, while Sam’s was black on top, and purple below the waist. Daisy’s toenails were painted a shimmery maroon, while Sam’s were a pale orange-peach color. Sam wore tasteful, strappy black heels, and Daisy was holding two pairs, asking which I preferred. One was a nice black strappy sandal with four-inch heels; the other had spiky six-inch heels with a platform, a bit slutty like those of an exotic dancer. I told her those would be fine.

  “They’re not going to stay on too long,” I added.

  She put them on, then they both sat on the king-size bed with their feet hanging off the side. I sat on the floor, admiring my close-up, unabashed view. I then took off those spikes and started giving her foot a deep massage. I didn’t want Sam to feel left out, so I alternated from one to the other – left foot, left foot, right foot, right foot. After a few minutes, I asked Daisy, “Didn’t you say something in your e-mail about having your foot sucked?” “Yes!” she said with a broad smile, so I began orally servicing her foot.

  I spent the next hour rubbing, kissing, licking and sucking both girls’ feet. I marveled at how wrinkly Sam’s soles were. They were amazed that I seemingly had no gag reflex, as I repeatedly took half a foot into my mouth. As much as I wanted to close my eyes in ecstasy, I looked at their faces often, their expressions of enjoyment – along with a bit of amusement – exciting me that much more.

  At one point, I held Daisy’s right foot and Sam’s left foot together, then took both their big toes into my mouth at once. This was very enjoyable for me, and they got a kick out of it.

  When I suggested they just converse with each other casually, they turned over on their stomachs with their feet hanging off the bed by my head. At this point, I grabbed my camera and began taking pictures – as much to prove to selected people that this really happened as for me.

  They did what I suggested, talking about other things while I serviced their lovely feet. Frequently, they paused in their conversation to moan with pleasure, express surprise at something I was doing, or simply to comment how nice it felt. From time to time, they gave me instructions: “bite my heel harder…I love when you bite them,” “lick along my instep,” etc. I happily obliged.

  Through all this, I played it cool, and delivered the occasional witticism. They chuckled frequently, and I commented how much I enjoyed hearing them laugh. It was, in fact, a major turn on for me.

  At one point, after a bit of discussion about it, I suggested I lie flat and they trample me a little. They liked the idea, so Sam did the honors first, leaning on the bed so as not to put her whole weight on me. I grunted under her feet, but enjoyed it. I also enjoyed the view up her minidress – her boy-short style panties were black. While I did this, Daisy said “Why don’t I put my foot in your mouth while Sam walks on you?”

  I remember thinking that this couldn’t really be happening to me…it was like something out of a piece of erotic fiction. My cock sprang up at the idea, and when Daisy instantly followed through, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. Despite this treatment, I had a clear view both up Sam’s dress, and of Daisy’s smirking face. I was struck by how much they both looked like they were enjoying this. They weren’t simply indulging this strange but benign fetishist – they were having a ball themselves.

  This continued for several minutes, then Sam got off and Daisy stepped on to me. Prior to doing so, I took off my shirt. Unlike her friend, Daisy put all her weight on me, and I was up to the task. I enjoyed the view of her yellow panties. At one point she asked if I had sensitive nipples, to which I replied yes.

  “For some reason, my left one is more sensitive than my right one,” I said.

  “That’s because you jerk off with your right hand she said,” and they both started laughing. I couldn’t argue with that logic, and her forthrightness turned me on that much more.

  Daisy moved around on me quite a bit. Then she suddenly started pinching my nipples between her big and second toes. “My feet are pretty dexterous,” she said. I agreed by moaning my pleasure.

  After a couple of minutes, Sam stood on me again, as Daisy sat on the bed, putting her feet over my face. This time, Sam began tweaking my nipples. I asked Daisy to take some pictures, so she did. She also shot video of my treatment under Sam’s lovely feet, pausing to pinch my left nipple with her fingers.

  After several more minutes, I returned to straight worshipping of their feet. I was enjoying myself so much I didn’t want to upset the apple cart, but nonetheless suggested that they change clothes and play a game of Scrabble.

  I waited as they changed, and they emerged in starkly contrasting outfits. Daisy wore a black and white striped minidress, nude stockings which I at first thought were pantyhose, and the black strappy four-inch heels she’d showed me earlier. My tongue practically hung out of my mouth.

  Sam wore a pale yellow halter top and light grey gym shorts. She looked casual, but great. She wore a pair of wedge-heeled espadrilles, with wide laces tied in back of her calf. I got the girls set up on the dining table and sat down on the floor between them. I revealed that my fetish might have begun with espadrilles, and Sam said she had a different, better pair with her. I asked her to go put them on, and she returned carrying the black wedge-heeled shoes. This pair had extremely long laces that would go well up her lower leg. “I’ll put them on you,” I said.

  “I was going to ask you to,” she replied.

  I took great enjoyment in slipping the shoes on her lovely foot, then meticulously lacing up the thin leather straps. I made sure to tie them on the front of her leg, just below the knee. I repeated the process with her left foot. She looked lovely in them.

  The girls began playing their game. Although I had offered some crackers earlier, I’d become distracted and suddenly remembered the offer. “Well, I wasn’t going to say anything, but it would be nice if you got them,” Daisy said. With a very obvious tent in my pants, I got up to get the snacks. They commented on how nice it was of me.

  They went about their game, and I went about rubbing and orally servicing their feet. At this point I noticed the lace stay-up stocking tops on Daisy’s nylons. I complimented them as I ran my fingers over them.

  At one point, a word became the subject of dispute, so I offered a dictionary. Again, I got up with a large and very obvious hard-on to retrieve the book.

  Soon after, Sam said “Why don’t you take my shoes off and put them on Daisy?” I thought that was a great idea. “Use your teeth,” she added, smirking beautifully.

  I untied the strap bow easily with my teeth, but due to the straps’ extreme length, it was a considerable challenge unraveling them from her leg. In fact, it took me quite awhile. Finally, I used my tongue to dislodge the shoe from her foot. I repeated the process with the other shoe.

  I then inserted Daisy’s feet into the shoes, and began winding the straps up her legs. When the knot I’d tied failed to keep the straps up, Sam said “It’s harder on nylons, isn’t it?” Daisy chimed in with, “You can’t do anything right, can you?” I repeated the lacing process until I got the straps securely tied onto her upper calf. Then I did the other foot.

  I had been taking pictures from my vantage point, and asked Daisy to take several more from hers. Never once did either girl resist anything I tried to do. They happily indulged my every touch.

  Sam at one point tur
ned to kneel on her chair, with her feet hanging off the edge. I instantly began licking and kissing her now easily accessible soles. All the while, Daisy rubbed and thrummed her espadrille-encased feet on my legs, chest, and upper thighs.

  After awhile, I mentioned another interest of mine. “Do you know what CFNM is?” I asked them.

  “Yes, I do,” said Daisy. Then she thought some more and realized she didn’t know what it was. There was a long pause.

  “Would you like to know what it is?” I finally asked. Sam chuckled at this.

  When Daisy said yes, I said, “Clothed Female, Naked Male. The guy is completely naked in front of one or more fully dressed women.”

  Daisy smirked and said simply, “That sounds like fun.”

  Her comment hung in the air for quite some time. I looked at her expectantly, and when she didn’t say anything more I raised my eyebrows in an exaggerated gesture and said, “Well??”

  Daisy glanced at Sam, then simply shrugged her shoulders with a smile. I took that as her quiet approval. Both girls had been agreeable to everything else, so why not this too? I stood up and without hesitation removed my pants, socks, and finally…my underwear.

  Again, I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. I was now living out two of my deepest fantasies, all at once! I was naked and perched on my left elbow as they continued their game of Scrabble. If I was expecting some admiring comments, I would have been disappointed. This was the humiliation they mentioned upon their arrival…I was simply lying there naked, of no consequence, and no impediment to their game. I studied their faces – especially Daisy’s – looking for some sign that they were looking at my private area, or that they approved. Finally, I caught Daisy’s eyes lingering on my genitals, and a barely perceptible smile crossed her lips. This was heaven.

  I changed position so I was flat on my back, with my head close to Sam’s chair. This afforded me a great view of Daisy’s shimmery legs and feet (I’d removed the espadrilles from her legs earlier, again with my teeth), and especially her face. I adjusted my position so that my genitals were within striking distance of her feet if she chose to go for them, but sadly she didn’t. However, she put her smooth soles on my thigh, and bounced and thrummed them against my skin. She also ran them over my chest and stomach, and, of course, my face. I grabbed my camera and took a couple of more photos, close ups of her lovely stocking feet, the toes of which she was consistently wiggling.

  “That,” I said, “is one of the most beautiful sights known to man.” She chuckled.

  I took two pictures, surreptitiously trying to catch some of her face. But her face remained cloaked due to the distance from the flash.

  “Can I see those,” she asked, knowingly.

  “Sure,” I said as I handed her the camera. I paused. “You want to make sure I didn’t get your face, don’t you?”

  “You got it,” she laughed. Then after inspecting the photos, “You’re very considerate.”

  “I’m a lot of things,” I replied.

  This continued for another 30 minutes or so, with me sucking each of their feet in turn, and having them variously rub them on my face and body…everywhere, except my genitals. The teasing was delicious, the visual stimulus exquisite. This couldn’t really be happening, could it?

  Daisy had said upon their arrival that she had no place to be until a 4 p.m. work-related conference call. At 1 in the afternoon, the thought of having three hours with these goddesses delighted me to no end. But now it was 3:20, and I could hardly bear the thought of them having to leave. They wrapped up their game, and I said, “Play another!”

  “No, we can’t,” replied Daisy, again mentioning her conference call. I suggested she do the call from my apartment, but she rejected that idea. Instead, and as a nice consolation, she asked if I’d like to clean and lotion up their feet. I thought that was a great idea.

  While they changed back into their “street clothes” – the ones they arrived in, I prepared hot washcloths and laid down a towel on the floor of my bedroom. They sat down on the edge of the bed like the two contented and pampered princesses they were, each wearing her own version of a Cheshire Cat grin. I knelt down and thoroughly cleaned their feet with the washcloths.

  I followed that with the lotion Daisy had brought, which was vanilla flavored. I squeezed some onto her right foot, and she told me that was plenty for both feet since it was highly concentrated. I very contentedly worked the lotion into first her right foot, then her left. I then did the same to Sam’s feet. We chatted amicably about this and that, and they regularly commented on how good my treatment made them feel.

  While rubbing Sam’s second foot, I asked, “Uh…am I going to get a happy ending?”

  The girls chuckled their lovely chuckle. “What kind of happy ending did you have in mind?” Daisy asked.

  “Maybe…uh…you could, you know, watch me,” I said nervously. Given all that had transpired, I’m not sure why I was nervous suggesting this.

  They looked at each other. “Sure,” Daisy responded. “But maybe we could get a happy ending too?”

  This caught me off guard. Did they both now want me to perform oral sex on them? Were they that turned on? Then Daisy added, “We are college students, you know.”

  Then it struck me, and I felt embarrassed that I’d missed their original intent. I thanked them for not bringing up the issue of money ahead of time. In my mind, that said that they were really in this for the enjoyment, and that they had some class.

  “Well, I was planning to give you something anyway,” I said. They smiled congenially.

  With that, I lay down on the towel I had placed on the floor. Sam stayed seated on the edge of the bed, and placed her feet on my chest. Daisy, however, stood up and began rubbing her feet over my face once again as I began to stroke my hardening cock. I had to pause to get baby oil, as my hand was tacky from the foot lotion.

  Daisy never forced her feet in my mouth, since they were saturated with lotion now, but she dragged them back and forth across my lips, nose and the rest of my face. I tried hard to keep my eyes open, looking at them.

  “You want my feet in your face while you cum, don’t you?” she asked me. I groaned in response.

  This was like a piece of fiction that I’d downloaded from the Internet, or read in Leg Show Magazine. Her voice and her face were great stimuli, but when Daisy bent over and began pinching my left nipple once again, I knew it wasn’t going to be long before I shot all over.

  “Do you mind if I use my nails?” she asked. I told her to go for it, with another groan. This prompted Sam to say “Your nipples are going to be very sore.” I said that I didn’t care.

  During the next several minutes, I stroked my cock furiously, luxuriating in the fact that they were enjoying the show and making a real effort to contribute to its conclusion. Although much of my attention was on Daisy’s face and nails on my nipple, I looked over at Sam several times and realized how provocative she was. As if reading my mind, she’d smirk and arch her eyebrow, causing my eyes to linger on her. While Daisy was the instigator in this twosome, Sam was no slouch, and was clearly a full partner in crime.

  I can’t recall whose face I was looking at when I finally climaxed…maybe my eyes were darting back and forth. But the nipple teasing and someone’s feet pressing on me had as much to do with it as the visual aspect. I shot three high arches into the air, and could tell they were pleased with the performance.

  “Very nice,” I heard one of them say. Then they left the room, saying “We’ll give you a minute to clean up.”

  I pulled my underwear on and, slightly disoriented, made sure they had all their belongings and walked them to the door. We agreed to do it again soon, and this prospect made my groin tingle again.

  I saw them out, then watched them get into their car from my deck.

  Two days later, I received this e-mail from Daisy:

  Hey Gray!

  Just wanted to let you know Sam said she had a great time at y
our house on Wednesday. We were talking the whole way home about how great our feet felt, all fresh, soft, and lotioned up :) So nice to have them pampered :) Let me know when you want to get together again!

  Daisy

  Three days later, my nipples remained sore.

  A Matter of Discrimination

  The store was jammed with young female customers, which was to be expected on a Friday night in this university town. I felt a knot in my stomach, and a bead of sweat forming on my forehead, as I browsed the myriad of colorful panties and bras on display in this bastion of femininity. I couldn’t help noticing the black-clad, walkie talkie-wearing sales staff, particularly a very attractive, well-toned but not overly muscular blonde with high cheekbones and a mischievous glint in her eyes.