My friend and I decided to go to the local strip club one evening – we aimed for opening time as I’d been early before and it is actually one of the quietest local places for a drink the first hour or two when doors open. Also, entry is cheap and you obviously get free reign to choose if you do decide to have some fun with the girls.
We had been sitting for a couple of minutes sipping on beers and chatting when the strip club routine of “You ever been here before?” and “Want to buy me a drink?” began. We were surrounded by maybe five girls all bored at the start of their shift and we got talking. They were every range of gorgeous, from classic stripper bimbo to feisty dominatrix, cute innocent schoolgirl to big black mama. After a while, one asked us if we were looking to book any private dances. We told them we were thinking about it and headed out for a cigarette.
“I might take one of them up on it.” I said, passing the lighter to my friend.
“Go for it, man.” He replied, “Have some fun.” I had just broken up from a long term relationship and most of our conversations were about going out and finding women – so it was only natural that I’d take advantage of the current situation.
We headed back in and my friend went into the toilets. The girls immediately surrounded me again and I told them I’d be interested in a dance, but I wanted to ask one thing, “Do any of you ever do foot stuff?”
“I haven’t but I’ve always wanted to!” One of them grabbed my arm. The girls all giggled.
She was small and petite, striking red lipstick and huge fluttering fake eyelashes. Unlike the other girls, she didn’t seem like she’d had her tits done so they were small and perky beneath a black, wet look latex bra. She pushed her tight little ass against my thigh and whispered the price into my ear.
She held my hand and walked me to the private booths as I watched her thin legs striding, making that tiny ass jiggle. My heart began to feel as though it was climbing through my throat. I’d been to strip clubs before but never told a stripper about my foot fetish – I was expecting maybe one song in which she would dance for me and maybe put her soles in my face for a few seconds. This expectation couldn’t have been more wrong.
I had to hand the money over to a bouncer who gave her some tokens in exchange – this must be how they divided the pay at the end of the night – then she led me through a black curtain into a tiny booth.
After I put my beer on a small table, she pulled the curtain across behind her and almost pushed me into an oversized black armchair. Immediately she was sat near my left shoulder, both her feet in my lap.
“Shoes off.” She pointed at her toes. I fumbled as I tried to undo the strap on a pair of classic, see-through stripper heels. Her toes poked out from under the strap; bright red with a small row of diamantes lining the base of each toenail. Her toes were small and cute, wiggling as I struggled with the strap due to my nerves. She giggled at me and began taking her bra off. The first shoe off, she kicked it across the booth and crossed her feet over so I could easily remove the second. Once off, she pushed her feet into the palms of my hands. “Go ahead. Rub them.” She smiled devilishly at me as I rubbed her soft, sweaty feet.
“Mouth.” She said, opening hers to show me what to do. The second my mouth opened one set of toes was instantly pushed inside, wiggling over my tongue. She lifted her other foot and pinched my nose between her toes so that I could smell how sweaty they were. I’ve never been into dirty or sweaty feet but something about the smell of her warm feet drove me crazy. She alternated her feet a few times, running her toes side to side along my tongue so that I could taste each one. Then I was told to suck each tow individually before she stood up from beside me.
The first song of our one-song deal had already finished when she removed her bra. Backing her ass against my throbbing cock, the stripper took hold of my hands and made me knead at her breasts while she grinded against me.
“How do those sweaty toes taste?” She asked, giggling. I could barely speak. It was like I’d gotten drunk on her feet.
She leaned back against my body and lifted one foot up so it was between our heads and began sucking her own toes right in front of my face, dribbling on her soles and staring me in the eyes as she gave her big toe a blowjob. I leaned my head forward and joined in – we were both sucking her toes which were shining with her spit.
In one smooth motion she slid to the floor and shook her ass, removing her thong and rubbing her asshole for me. Then she spun back onto her belly and slowly arched her feet over her head in a reverse crab. I haven’t seen anything as acrobatic as that in person – I thought it was only something that really happened in porn. Her feet were over the top of her head as she lay on her belly and she pulled them lower to lick her soles and suck her heels while she watched me squirming in my seat. She spat hard onto one foot and manoeuvred herself into a sitting position. There, she began rubbing the heel of one foot into her pussy, grinding hard up and down her sole. She rubbed her clit and carried on grinding, closing her eyes and throwing her head back. The second song finished. Surely, she was finished.
Before I knew it, her feet were all over my face again, the smell of her pussy and the sweat from her feet mingling together and getting in my nose, my eyes, and my mouth. I grabbed hold of one ankle while I sucked every toe of her wriggling foot – she held the other one in front of me alternately stretching and scrunching it so I could watch the motion of her soft soles and the glittering of her diamond encrusted toenails.
Then her toes were kneading at my crotch, feeling the hardness of my cock against my leg. She rubbed one sole into my dick like she was putting out a cigarette and pushed the other one into my face again, she poked her tongue out and made me copy so that she could rub her foot from heel to toe up and down my tongue like a human doormat. Then, suddenly, she stopped and giggled.
She got up from the floor and leaned over me, her hands wrapped around my belt and waistband so that her fingertips were only millimetres from the base of my struggling, constricted dick. “Times up,” she said, licking her lips. “Let me know if you want any more action later on, foot boy. Maybe you can even cum on them.”
I believed her.
I gathered my things, gave her a hug, and headed back to the bar. My friend awaited, grinning like a Cheshire cat and surrounded by strippers with he same expression.
“How was it?” One of the girls asked.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/dwv66l/my_first_time_with_a_strippers_feet
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