11 comments/ 75056 views/ 90 favorites Between Karyn's Toes Ch. 01 By: FootjobLover The young girl was stunningly beautiful. She had breezed on into the room right at the point where my attention span was at its dimmest, igniting it again with her very presence. "Dad?" she said, addressing the man in whose house I was now sitting, and also my employer of four months. "Karyn, I'm working," he said, barely looking up from the tablet computer in his hands. I certainly looked up. The girl was delectable! I hadn't ever heard him talk about his daughter before. She looked to be around nineteen, but only just. She was tall, perhaps 5ft 8", with a beautifully athletic, sleek figure which still curved and bulged in all the right places. Her blonde hair cascaded just slightly past her shoulders as she flicked it back, stepping fully into the room. I felt my pulse quicken slightly as she entered, my five senses suddenly fully awake at the sight of the girl. Instinctively, my eyes began to wander downwards, admiring her gorgeously-long, smooth bare legs, her splendid thighs bordered by tight, white shorts. I could scarcely believe what my eyes were seeing as they drifted down those fabulous legs, legs which belonged to my boss's daughter. She was barefoot. My throat suddenly felt dry as I tried to swallow. "But..!" the girl said, insistently. "No buts," George interrupted, raising one hand and still peering down at the electronic copy of the month-end stats. "Whatever it is, it'll have to wait. I'll be done in an hour or so, so you can talk to me then." I was lost in a daze, reverentially studying and adoring the girl's intensely stimulating and incredibly sexy bare feet. I found it impossible to look away from them for any length of time. Firstly, I observed that her feet had an exquisite breadth to them; not remotely slender or skinny, and certainly not too wide or masculine looking. Their shape and dimensions were, for lack of a better word, perfect. Her toes I found particularly alluring; the shape of each perfect toe thrilled me as I stared longingly at them, one by one. Plus, I had never seen such incredible toe cleavage before on a female foot such as there was on this girl. Her delectable, unpainted toes had the same satisfying aesthetic as does a pair of surgically-enhanced breasts with just the correct width of space between them. Between her toes were perfectly spaced little 'V's of naked, pink cleavage, like four smooth, miniature pussies dividing each of her incredible toes. The tip of my cock started tingling as I gazed longingly at her toes, my balls throbbing as my imagination started broadcasting high definition footage of my wet and excited tongue slowly exploring each of those incredible little inlets. "Hello," she suddenly said. I quickly looked up. She was addressing me directly. "Hi," I replied, giving a wave and a smile more nervous than I'd intended. Surely she'd just caught me staring at her bare feet?! Suddenly I saw George look up, clearly irritated by her presence. He was quickly denied the opportunity to berate her any further, however, as she had quickly exited her father's study, intuitively avoiding his raised voice. "Apologies," he said, "my daughter doesn't understand the concept of 'work'." Staring at the girl's feet had given me an erection, and it was becoming more tightly compressed inside my underwear. I crossed my legs and shifted position uncomfortably in my chair, sitting a mere eight or nine feet away from my boss. "I didn't know you had a daughter, George," I said, looking over at him. There was probably tons of mundane, everyday stuff I didn't know about my boss. Problem was that he didn't really 'do' small talk or levity when he was around, which wasn't often. This suited me just fine. In fact, after a week or two of working for him, I was happy to discover that he pretty much left me to do my job in peace while he took care of most of the travelling and entertaining of clients. This in itself, however, puzzles me, as he possesses a crushingly uninteresting, flat, battleship-grey persona. I discovered this on day one when he interviewed me for the job four months ago. "Yes, Karyn," he replied, "Just turned eighteen. Going to college in a couple of weeks." Eighteen, I thought. Wow. "Wow," I said, nodding. "I had no idea you had a daughter?" "Well, I've never had good reason to mention her before, have I?" he said dryly, with a tone bordering on defensive. "What a beautiful girl," I commented. As an unhappily married thirty-seven year old male, I was a master adept at noticing beautiful girls, especially their beautiful feet. I only hoped her father took the comment as off-the-cuff, and not because my dick was now hard from staring at her truly magnificent, youthful toes. "Thank you," he replied, as if the compliment was aimed at him instead of his daughter. He wasn't really listening to me though; his lips moved silently before and after he spoke, reading something to himself while he studied the screen of the tablet computer in his lap. For another two hours I sat with George in his study, going over page after tedious page of company performance bullshit. It was the least productive two hours of my life. All I could think about was Karyn, who was also somewhere in the house. I dreamily savoured thoughts of her delectable feet and legs while her father drearily talked, ad nauseam, about KPI's and targets I couldn't honestly have cared less about . Those incredible teenage bare feet! The remarkably arousing spaces between the girl's beautiful toes! My pulse had spiked during the brief time Karyn had been in the room. I watched her as she stood with one naked foot up on tiptoes, the perfect ball of her flexed right foot pressed tightly against the hardwood floor, every sweet, youthful curve and wrinkle of her smooth flesh exposed and exhibited for my lecherous delectation. My wife, Melissa, has never enjoyed looking at or playing with feet, although, in the early days when we were dating, she would very occasionally let me indulge my love of feet by sucking each of her toes while we were fucking. She always complained that this was torture for her, as, she claims, her toes are extremely sensitive and having them sucked and licked makes her squeal, and she'll squirm like crazy until I stop. Upon discovering her uncomfortable reaction, I, naturally, went out of my way to get her toes into my mouth as often as possible; her nervous writhing and bucking on the bed only adding to the stimulation of my cock deep inside of her. Sometimes, when she was on her period and we were unable to have full intercourse, and after much cajoling from me, she would wrap her bare feet around my hard dick, and slowly stroke and tease me with her toes and soles until I came all over them. Being a runner, she possessed a fine set of firm, fit calf muscles, and I loved firmly kneading and caressing each of them in turn, kissing and licking her toned legs while she slowly stroked my cock with her bare soles. I particularly enjoyed the sight of my sperm streaked across the tops of her feet and all over her pretty toes, however she was always in too much of a hurry to clean it off. I, on the other hand, secretly wished she would leave it, letting me smear it all over her feet with mine as we lay in bed together afterwards; a beautiful mess of my warm, sticky spunk on both our bare soles and between our toes. I could hardly compare my wife's feet to Karyn's, though. As pleasant as my wife's were, or at least had been years ago, the teenager's feet were straight out of my filthiest foot fantasies. I couldn't believe those incredible, deep valleys between her fabulous toes! How did those silky, fleshy nooks smell? Did she always wander around the house barefoot? Had she ever enjoyed a probing, attentive tongue as it lovingly explored in-between each of her delicious young toes? Had they ever felt the heat from a truly appreciative, fully-erect cock? My erection was really getting painful. I forced myself up and out of the sweet, sensual foot reverie and tried to focus on George's drivel. He was lost in percentages and compliance outcomes, which, as I had hoped, took the edge off my painful priapism sufficiently. Suddenly, George's phone rang. "Hello?" he said, answering. He said nothing for the next couple of minutes, a concerned look growing on his face. "Everything ok?" I asked as he ended the call a few moments later. "Unfortunately not," he said, quickly standing. "That was Marcus. It seems we've had a pretty serious breach of security down at the office. I need to go right now and figure out what's going on over there." "That's terrible," I said. I couldn't really have cared any less. "Listen, see yourself out, won't you?" he said, heading for the door. "I'll drop you an email tonight and we can maybe continue this tomorrow." "Sure, George," I replied. "Let me know if there's anything I can do." He was gone in a flash, leaving me sitting in his office. Momentarily, before I even had the chance to tidy away my notepad, I heard footsteps, as if someone was coming downstairs and, latterly, approaching the room. It was Karyn. "Dad?" she said, her golden blonde hair swooshing around her as she entered the room. I was pleased to note that she was still wonderfully unshod. "Sorry, he just got a call from work and had to leave," I said. "I'm Dean, I work with your father." "Yes, I know," she said. "I'm Karyn, hi." The girl outstretched her hand to me, and I, standing, looked into her big, pale blue eyes and shook it. Her skin was warm and inviting to the touch, not to mention silky smooth. "Firm grip," she commented, smiling and gripping back. "Hey..OW!" I joked, pretending she was crushing my hand. She laughed, flashing me a brilliant, dazzling-white smile and looking straight into my eyes. "So," she said, our hands together, "would you like..uh..a coffee? My father isn't the greatest host, so he probably hasn't offered you one yet." I smiled at her, our hands finally releasing the clinch. "That would be great, and no, he hasn't." "Come through to the kitchen and I'll make it?" the girl said invitingly, leading the way. I followed her from her father's study through to a large, well-lit, modern kitchen. "Have a seat at the table," she said, pulling back a chair, "I'll get the coffee ready." "Thank you," I said, sitting. "So, you're at a loose end today, is that it?" She laughed, flicking switches and opening compartments on a large, aluminium percolator in the corner of the room. "Something like that," she replied. "I came down earlier to ask dad if I could borrow the car later but, well, you saw how that turned out." As she leaned over the counter, reaching for something from a recessed cupboard, I watched her go up onto her tiptoes once again, this time on both feet. From my vantage point, sitting behind her, I could clearly inspect both her beautifully wrinkled, pink, naked, teenage soles right from her curvaceous heels all the way up to the smooth balls of her feet. I instinctively licked my lips, savouring the sight of the fine little wrinkles which adorned the backs of her shapely young heels. I couldn't help but check out her charms higher up too, inspecting the backs of her toned, fit teenage legs, right up to that beautiful, curvaceous ass of hers as she leaned further over the counter. I found myself imagining how deliciously tight her beautiful, eighteen year old asshole must be, obscured only by a flimsy layer of white cotton. And, of course, her sweet, teenage pussy....?! I swallowed hard, crossing my legs again. "He can be hard to communicate with sometimes," she went on, "I bet you've found that too?" "Huh?" I said, paying no attention as my eyes lustily wandered from between the beautiful girl's toned legs all the way down to her gorgeous bare feet and back, unable to acknowledge the joke I'd just inadvertently made with my grunted response. "Very funny," she remarked, flicking her blonde hair again as she left the machine, sitting opposite me across one of the corners of the large, rectangular kitchen table. "So, where are you off to tonight," I asked. "Got a date?" "No, I wish," she said, crossing her arms and reclining in her seat while the percolator hissed and spat. "I was heading over to my friend Candice's place for a while, just to, you know, hang out." "Candice?" I said, smiling at her. "Is she off to college with you too?" "Yeah," Karyn replied, smiling back, "she is. She's my best friend. She's a very, very sexy girl. You'd like her!" Sexy? Did she just say her best friend was sexy and that I would like her?, I wondered to myself. 'Like her' as in want to fuck her?! My heart skipped another beat. "Are you married?" Karyn asked suddenly. "Yes," I replied, smiling again. "Yes, I am. Almost nine years now." "Then, can I ask your advice about something?" she asked, leaning more closely towards me across the corner of the table. "Of course," I said. "What do you want to know?" "Well, it's like this," Karyn began. "Candice is.. well, she's pretty wild." "Uh-huh," I said. "Go on." Karyn shuffled slightly in her seat, as if hesitant to speak. "See, she's been.." she paused, glancing down at her arms, still crossed in front of her chest. "She's been having these...threesomes. With a married man and his wife." Wait. What?! Back up. Did she really just say that?, I asked myself. The moment seemed too surreal. How did we skip the 'getting to know you' bullshit small-talk and end up at threesomes?! I decided to just go with it. "Threesomes?" I said, almost as if I'd never heard the word before. "Yeah," Karyn replied. "And they're getting pretty serious." She put extra emphasis on the word 'serious', leaning even closer towards me as if to avoid being overheard, although to the best of my knowledge we were now alone in the house. "Last time,'" she said, barely speaking above a whisper, "the wife fucked Candice with a strap-on dildo while the husband made her suck his cock!" Ok, I thought to myself, this has got to be a dream. Can this girl that I just met five minutes ago really be actually saying these words? If so, then what a fabulous topic of conversation! I was so glad I had been denied the chance to bore her with bullshit like: 'so, what will you be studying at college?'. Besides, a mouth so naturally predisposed to filthy talk such as Karyn's would be utterly wasted on trivialities. "Wowee!" I exclaimed, momentarily attempting to disguise my arousal as shock, but failing miserably. "And you're worried about her, is that right?" "A little, yeah," Karyn said. "The husband keeps pestering her to let him film her doing all sorts of stuff. Do you think I should talk her out of it, or just stay out of the whole thing altogether and let her make her own decisions?" "Well," I asked, keen to know the facts before passing judgement, "what sort of stuff does he want to film her doing?" The percolator had fallen silent in the last few moments, the coffee pot now full. "She told me he keeps going on about these...sex toys," she said. "You mean like vibrators and stuff?" I asked, intrigued. "Yeah," she replied. "Apparently, they've got dozens of them, big, realistic ones with veins and stuff all down them, loads of them, molded from, like, actual male pornstars penises! Big black ones too!" I found this hilarious; a married couple spending their quality time together in a room stuffed with big, realistic rubber dicks of all colours, shapes and sizes, arranged neatly in rows of twelve on every surface, the whole room humming as they buzzed and vibrated in unison; a perverted choir of cocks. "Don't laugh!" Karyn said, although grinning herself. "So," I said, trying to compose myself, "let me understand this, he wants to film her using these dildos on herself?" "That's what Candice told me," she replied. "Apparently, he has a real fetish for that type of thing." I immediately thought again about the fabulously sexy teenage toes from my wildest foot fantasies which were mere inches from me under the table at which we now sat. Suddenly, I understood the married man and his teenage pussy dildo lusts perfectly. "Well," I replied, "I say she's old enough to make up her own mind. Just as long as the guy doesn't turn nasty or anything, of course." "That's what I keep thinking too," Karyn said, giving another beautiful smile. "Hey, you're pretty cool and easy to talk to for an old married dude!" I laughed. "Old?! Hey, I'm a spring chicken." In a moment of silence, she looked at me, and a more serious glint manifested in her eyes. "Truth or dare?" she said. "Excuse me?" I replied. I had heard her perfectly well. She grinned. "Do you want to play Truth or Dare?" Suddenly, the kitchen felt a little hot. "I'm thirty-seven," I said. "Is it even legal to play Truth or Dare with a thirty-seven year old man? "You're also married," she reminded me. "Would your wife, who isn't here, be cool with you playing Truth or Dare with me, more importantly?" "No," I said with complete honesty, gazing into her blue eyes. "All the more reason to take advantage then." I wondered if she meant of her or of the situation. I could see in her eyes she clearly meant both. "Ok," she said, seemingly forgetting the coffee she'd been so keen to make a short while ago. Not that I gave a shit, mind you. Not now. "You go first," she said with a grin. I swallowed. There was no backing out, not even if I'd wanted to. "Truth or Dare?" I said. "Truth," she selected quickly. I thought for a second. "Ok," I began. "Do YOU own any dildos?" Karyn erupted with laughter. "Well," I pressed, "DO you?" She settled, grinning from ear to ear. "Yes," she confessed, blushing ever so slightly. "I have two." "Really?" I probed. I couldn't have been more interested. "Tell me more." "They're fabulous," she explained. "Tommy - I named them both - is big, about eight inches, and he's all about the girth when he's inside me." "Wow," I exclaimed. Her dirty talk was turning me on more and more. I considered exactly what 'inside me' meant. She might as well have said: 'inside my gorgeous, pink, tight, young cunt.' My cock throbbed as I pictured her on her bed masturbating, bare breasted, panting, sweating, her wonderful toes clenched tightly together in ecstasy, a large dildo deep inside that beautiful, palpitating orifice as she neared a mind-blowing orgasm. "And the other?" "Brad?" she replied, as if referring to an old school friend, "he makes me very happy because he's neon pink, he fucking vibrates like crazy and he can make me cum so hard in under five minutes!" She noticed my jaw drop open as she said the word 'cum'. "Does that turn you on?" she asked with another sexy little grin. "Yes, very much so," I replied. "Mmm," she purred, "I love cumming, don't you?" Oh, wow, I thought to myself. The kitchen seemed to be getting hotter by the second. "I love it too," I replied, wanting desperately to make this beautiful young girl cum right there in her kitchen. "I bet your wife cums hard while you're fucking her with that big, married cock of yours, doesn't she?" I couldn't believe the filth which dripped so nonchalantly from this young girl's lips. Neither could my rock-hard dick, which was straining agonisingly behind my fly. "Truth or Dare?" Karyn said. "Truth," I replied. "Tell me something kinky about yourself, and it had better be good." "Ok," I said, suddenly feeling the need to clear my throat. "I have a pierced nipple." "Sorry," she tutted, "that's not nearly dirty enough. Tell me something filthy and exciting!" I realised there was no way to prevent the confession I was about to make from escaping out of my mouth. Between Karyn's Toes Ch. 01 "Fair enough," I said, straightening my back in the chair. "I...er...have quite a serious...'thing'...for feet...." "Feet?" Karyn said, an intrigued smile spreading on her face. "Yes, feet," I repeated. "I love beautiful feet." "Ok," Karyn grinned, pausing to process what I'd just said. "Wow! I never met anyone who said they had a thing for feet before. Is this just for girls feet, or do you like guys feet too?" I definitely possess an equal appreciation for male feet, and I often find myself focussing on a male performer's toes and soles as he is busy driving his cock in and out of a female on any porn movie I happen to enjoy masturbating to. This is especially true for the many foot fetish titles I have in my porn collection; just like the girls, most, if not all, of the male performers in these films are barefoot onscreen, and I've often wondered if this is intentional, as it only serves to double the thrill for people like myself. There is one particular male performer - a lean, tattooed young Frenchman - whose scenes, I feel, demand repeated viewings from me. He has stunning feet; perfectly proportioned toes and flawlessly smooth soles, heels and ankles. My favourite scene of his involves him kneeling, his masculine, wrinkled bare soles upturned and fully visible as he slowly and sensuously flicks his expert porn tongue back and forth against the girl's fantastically pink and engorged clitoris, grinding that beautiful little bud, sliding his tongue rhythmically deeper and deeper into her glistening cunt. As he's doing this, her metallic purple painted toes are perched atop his shoulders as the main focus of the scene. Watching the girl flexing her toes, spreading and stretching them as they softly caress his face, neck and earlobes is the icing on the cake. I'm able to quite easily enjoy his bare feet as well as hers due to the way the scene has been framed, and I often cum hard and messily as I frenziedly jerk myself off to this fabulously foot-focussed scene. Also, often at the gym I've found myself showering after a workout when a guy walks in and starts showering right next to me. I've caught myself glancing down to check out his beautiful, naked, wet male toes, comparing his to mine, hoping to see him lifting each foot individually to soap and massage his bare soles, attentively lathering in between each of his masculine toes, making my heart race and my cock buzz with lusty appreciation. "Oh both, without a doubt," I answered. "It depends entirely on the individual foot, as well as its owner, but I can definitely appreciate hot feet on men as well as women." I wanted to say, there and then, how fucking incredibly desirable, delicious, shapely and sexy I found hers to be, and the intense feelings of lust they inspired within me, but, for some reason, decided to hold onto that thought, at least for the moment. "What does your wife think about your foot thing?" Karyn asked, "Does she let you have your way with her feet?" "She used to," I said, "but not for a long time. She says it tickles too much." "What does?" she probed. She was loving every second of these juicy revelations. "When I suck her toes," I replied. She let out a giggle. "Suck her toes, oh my god!" she exclaimed, excitedly flicking at her blonde hair again. "Tell me about that." "Well," I began, "not that I think you'll be shocked by this or anything, but when I have toes in my mouth and I'm sucking for all I'm worth, my cock is so hard and I'm the most turned-on, aroused, on fire - whatever you want to call it - that I could possibly be." I heard myself say the words and it was like a surreal freeze-frame. I couldn't believe I was actually discussing these things - saying these words! - with my boss's eighteen year-old daughter! And yet, at the same time, she was so adult and open-minded, it made it seem like we were discussing the weather or politics or something else entirely banal instead. She made it all seem so natural to talk this way with her. What amazed me even more was the fact that she didn't seem remotely shockable either. "Do you like your wife's feet on your cock?" she asked. I noticed she'd began slowly rocking her hips back and forth as she sat, which made me wonder - or think - that that beautiful teenage pussy of hers was moistening with every word I said. "She does have sexy, sensual feet," I replied. "She hasn't for a while, but she used to grip me between her soles and slowly fuck me with her bare feet until I couldn't stand it another second.." "Mm-hmm.." Karyn nodded. She was gently biting her lower lip by this point. "So," I carried on, "I would have to cum hard right there with my hard dick between her soles, my sperm shooting all over her toes and soles and up the fronts of her legs." I was actually trying to shock her now, although still giving her nothing less than the truth as dictated by the rules of the game. "Mmm.." Karyn sighed, this time she arched and then straightened her back, rocking forward slightly. "What about my feet?" she said. "What about your feet?" I replied, vainly pretending I hadn't become obsessed with them. "What would you like to do to them?" she asked, "I've been barefoot all day, and I was sure I caught you staring at my toes when I came in and tried to talk to dad earlier." Where did I start? How was I to explain to this beautiful girl that I wanted to lick and suck and smell and worship and fuck and caress her extraordinary, gorgeous, perfect, youthful bare feet?! "Me?," I said, feigning ignorance. "Staring at your toes?" She nodded, grinning. "Absolutely, I was." Without saying a word, she turned slightly to the left, manoeuvring her legs from under the table and began to slowly raise them. I clearly saw her thighs come into view, then her knees, her gorgeous calf muscles, and then... "Here," she purred. "Here they are again in case you'd forgotten how they look." She slowly placed her bare feet toes-first onto the table top. My heart was in my mouth; they were even more magnificent close-up. "Oh, Jesus!" I said, temporarily unaware I had just leant forward, getting closer still towards the girl's feet. I instantly felt the urge to embed my nose deeply between each of those beautiful teenage toes, one by one, sniffing and smelling her incredible toe cleavage, joyously savouring every wrinkle, nook and curve. "So what would you do to them?" she repeated. I watched as she provocatively flexed each delicious toe, spreading them and fanning them widely against the table top. "Well," I began, my aching, hard cock threatening to rip clean through the fabric of my pants. "I'd want to smell these incredibly beautiful feet right here first of all." "You'd like to smell my feet?" she asked. "Really? How do you think they smell, just from looking at them? I've been in my bare feet all day, but I might not have washed them since yesterday." The suggestion that her delectable feet were perhaps unwashed sent a thrill from deep within my ball sack right to the tip of my aroused dick. "I'd imagine.." I replied, pausing to savour the sight of her gorgeous young feet. "I'd imagine that in between these fantastically beautiful toes of yours is an extremely fragrant and exciting place where a man like myself can live out some of his wildest fantasies." She let out a loud laugh, throwing her head back as she did so. "Mmm, really?" she asked. "And what if, say, I went running last night with just my bare feet in my old stinky running shoes and didn't wash properly between my toes afterwards? Would you still like to smell them even then?" Imagining her dirty, sweaty bare teenage feet, fresh from her old, well-worn running shoes, alternating between my mouth, my nose, and my erect cock excited me like few things had in my life up until that point. "Mmm," I sighed, intensely aroused at the prospect. "I'd be begging you to let me smell them if that was the case!" "Ok, smell them," she said, flexing both her ankles so that her toes pointed straight up towards the ceiling. There was no way I was going to consider refusing; not even my marriage vows could prevent that. I quickly reasoned to myself that supposing she granted me five seconds with my nose even a half an inch away from her beautiful young toes, then decided not to take this - whatever this was - any further, I could at least hold her incredible foot aroma in my nostrils, savouring it intensely as I jerk myself half to death after I arrive back home. "Mmm, my pleasure," I said, grinning wickedly at her. I leaned slowly over the table, lowering my face further and further. Karyn giggled across from me as she watched my features gradually disappearing under the soles of her naked feet. I expected her to flinch as my skin touched hers; the tip of my nose gliding eagerly between the big toe and second toe of her silky right bare foot. She just sighed, gently stretching and flexing her gorgeous young toes as I finally got to smell them in all their glory. I have never in my life suffered from premature ejaculation, however this exact moment brought me damn close to shooting ropes of cum down my legs without even so much as touching my cock. I inhaled for as long and as deeply as I could. The smell between her smooth, inviting toes was intoxicating in the extreme. I felt all five of her toes clasp into my face as she made them into a fist, playfully grabbing and squeezing my nose. "Well?" she demanded, "how do they smell?" I kept my nose fully entrenched, gorging myself on her incredible foot smell, angling my head slightly to the left so that I could answer her with something other than a perverted grunt. "Mmmmm..." I sighed. "Beautiful. Just.... uhhhh...beautiful..!" I thought to myself how valid her unwashed feet scenario may have been as I inhaled again and again, savouring repeated lungfuls of the girl's glorious odour. There was definitely a degree of tangy sweat blended with the remnants of some sort of soft skin foot cream from perhaps a day or two ago. Had she indeed gone to bed last night with these wonderful, stinky feet after having gone for a run?, I wondered to myself as I sniffed and inhaled for all I was worth. The incredible, breathtaking aroma from between her succulent toes made my entire abdomen ache and my heart race with sheer lust. I realised, too, that the smell of her toes had broken my self control, I was now stroking my engorged cock-head under the table through the fabric of my pants. I tenderly slid my nose from between her first two toes, running back and forth along the undersides of all five of her beautiful young digits, making her giggle, a soft moan also emanating from her lips. "How about the little one?" she asked, pointing, singling out her pinkie toe by fanning it widely outwards from its companions. "Does it smell good in between there?" I made a bee-line for it, tracing out little circles with the tip of my nose, grinding it into the marvellously intimate space she'd purposely exposed to me. "Does that make a married man's cock hard?" she asked naughtily, squeezing the tip of my nose as hard as she could between her little and fourth toes. The heady scent of her first three toes had been wondrous, however, in the deep little valley between her pinkie toe and fourth toe, it had now become simply exquisite. I could no longer resist, my mouth opening to engulf that deliciously pungent little nub. She moaned loudly, feeling my tongue suddenly encircling and caressing her incredible little extremity. "Oh my fucking god," she exclaimed, inhaling sharply. "Oh, that feels so fucking good! Mmmm, that's it! Suck it! Mmmm, suck it!" I ran the wet tip of my excited tongue firmly back and forth, back and forth, through that secret little fleshy valley between her succulent toes, firmly sucking her delectable little pinkie toe. Her sweet, youthful skin was warm, silky smooth and intensely fragrant under my nostrils and deep within my mouth. "Mmmm," she sighed, biting her lip and watching me. "Fuck, that's making me so wet!" I unzipped my pants under the table. I don't remember a time in my life when my cock had ever been as hard as it was at that moment, and I could no longer suffer the constriction. I manoeuvred the fat, aching head of my dick through the opening I had just created, freeing it from the confines of my clothing. I felt my sticky pre-cum oozing from its swollen tip as I released it from my underwear. "Oh, are you taking it out?" she sighed. "I want to see it! Show me that married cock." I stood up, never letting her sweet young toes fall from my mouth. She slowly raised her leg in the air as I stood up, my rock hard dick finally springing free from under the table. "Fuck!," she gasped, staring at my erect penis as it bobbed, protruding from my open fly. "That's gorgeous! I bet wifey loves sucking on that fat dick, doesn't she?" I smiled in reply, my mouth quick to remould around those succulent teenage toes. "Mmmm" she responded, still staring at my erection, "you'd give Tommy a run for his money, that's for sure!" Tommy. It took me a moment to recall that Tommy was one of the dildos with which she enjoyed masturbating. Again I imagined her sliding him in and out of her beautiful, eighteen year old cunt, making herself cum over and over again. "Would you enjoy that," I asked, my words escaping from between her toes, "watching my wife sucking my dick while I suck on these incredible toes of yours?" She giggled naughtily. "Only if she didn't mind watching while you fuck me with that beautiful big dick while you're sucking my toes." The notion thrilled me immensely. "Take those pants off," she ordered. "In fact, take everything off!" In a heartbeat, I undid my belt and unfastened my pants, feeling them fall to the floor along with my underwear. My thumbs eagerly undid the buttons on my shirt, which joined the rest of my crumpled clothing under the table. My shoes were somewhere in the hall, so I stood there wearing nothing but socks. "I love married men," she cooed, studying every inch of my naked body. "Their wives just don't appreciate how fucking eager they are to please them." She slipped her right hand under the waistband of her shorts. I watched as she slowly guided her fingers down between her thighs, which she parted slightly, and began to brazenly finger and frig her aroused little pussy. "Mmmm..." she purred, her head rolling back, eyes closed. "Oh fuck yes! Mmmm.. God, I want to feel that cock!" She pulled her toes out of my mouth and I watched as both of her beautiful teenage feet met - ball of foot to ball of foot, heel to heel - around the shaft of my aching, hard cock. The incredible warmth and silky flawlessness of her skin was literally breathtaking, causing me to inhale sharply as all ten of her delicious toes caressed either side of my shaft. "Wow," she sighed. "It's so hot!" What a rush! I watched as her beautiful bare feet gently squeezed and caressed the thick, veiny shaft of my penis, her perfect, soft heels gently brushing against the hair on my thighs. The tips of her toes stroked and teased the engorged rim of my fat glans, squeezing it firmly. She slid the big toe of her right foot down to the underside of my cock, where it nuzzled and tickled and flicked. A large bead of my pre-cum sat waiting on the tip of my painfully erect dick, and I watched as her sweet toes finally disturbed it, smearing it down and around, making the entire length of my cock glisten. "Slippery!" she purred. Karyn withdrew her right foot, keeping her left firmly against the right side of my cock. She curled her right leg back towards her, temporarily removing her right hand from inside her shorts to grab her bare foot and pull it towards her mouth. "Mmmm...!" she moaned, sucking her own beautiful toes, tasting my sticky pre-cum. I marvelled at how flexible she was; fully able to suck not only her big toe, but her little pinkie toe also, bending her perfect foot right around for maximum enjoyment, one hand clutching her silky heel as her tongue probed and licked. "Taste good?" I asked, slowly thrusting my hips back and forth, unashamedly fucking her left foot. She simply nodded, a grin almost fully spreading on her busy mouth. "Get onto the table," she said. She let go of her foot, at the same time removing her left leg from the tabletop and the side my dick. She stood up and quickly began removing her shirt, expertly undoing her white bra and sliding her shorts down her thighs. The girl had beautiful, youthful breasts; pert and firm little mounds on which resided truly beautiful little pink nipples. My eyes quickly scanned downwards, over her sculpted belly to her pussy. I was delighted to note that she was shaved silky-smooth save for a little tuft of blonde hair which adorned her fine pubis. I did as she commanded, quickly climbing up onto the sturdy, hard wooden table. I knelt for a second before she told me to get onto my back, so, of course, I complied, reclining my naked body back onto the tabletop. I felt her hands on my legs as she swiftly removed my socks. "Now, let me see your feet," she said. I watched her as she examined both my bare feet, her right hand gently wrapped around my left foot so that her thumb was lightly pressed against my sole. I flexed my toes back, spreading them as wide as I could in tribute to those delectable valleys of toe cleavage I had just been losing myself in. Before I could ask for her opinion on my naked size twelve feet, Karyn hungrily gobbled the big toe of my left foot into her hot, wet teenage mouth, and started sucking hard, her soft, young hand gently massaging my bare sole. "Uuuuh!" I moaned. The sensation was blissful in the extreme, and made my stiff cock ache even more with intensely lustful pleasure. No one, besides me, had ever sucked my toes before. That mouth of hers! What a hot, skilled orifice for one so young, I thought to myself, my dick in my hand as I slowly stroked myself on the table top. She sucked insistently, her tongue rolling and caressing from the tip of my toe right down to its sturdy, masculine base and all the way back up. Her fingers worked themselves steadily between my toes, spreading them wide as she forced them apart almost to the point of pain. "You taste so fucking good," she sighed, turning her attentions to my right foot, her fingers still embedded between the toes of my left. She sniffed, sliding her nose all along my bare sole from my heel to my toes, inhaling deeply and moaning with approval. I extended my strong toes, pressing their tips into her face, finding her nose as it drew level with the ball of my foot and squeezing it as she had done with me. "Mmmmmm!" she moaned, her tongue grinding into the wrinkles of my sole, her mouth opening wide. She slowly removed her fingers from between my toes and began climbing up onto the table. I glimpsed her delicious, young, pink cunt lips as her thighs parted, one knee at a time finding balance on top of the table as she climbed up. Karyn lay back, spreading her thighs and positioning herself so that she faced me from between my legs. "Put it in me!" she sighed. "Fuck me while you kiss and suck my feet!" I could practically feel the heat emanating from the girl's beautiful cunt as she rested her bare ass just inches from my balls. I took my cock in my left hand, slapping it repeatedly against her soft, damp snatch, firmly striking her palpitating little clit bud more than once with its fat underside. "Mmmm!" she moaned, biting her lip, watching my cock spanking her teenage pussy. "Mmmm! Mmmm! Oh, fuck yes! Mmmm.." Slowly, I parted those incredible, pink lips, sliding my rock-hard glans inside her gorgeous eighteen year old cunt, inch by inch. She moaned loudly as my fat dick penetrated her hot little hole, gliding inside with the lubrication of her delicious juices and my slippery pre-cum. Between Karyn's Toes Ch. 01 "Oh FUCK! Aaaahh! Mmmmm..!" she shrieked, her young pussy stretching to accommodate my thickness. As fond as she claimed to be of dildos, I thought to myself, she felt incredibly virginal to say the least. I took both her ankles in my hands, sliding my throbbing cock deeper inside her as she leaned backwards onto her elbows for support. I lifted both of the girl's wonderful bare feet to my face, giving my tongue unrestricted access to each subtle little wrinkle of her soles and every divine millimetre of her heels and toes. "Uhhh, oh fuck, that feels soooo good!" she moaned, her hips bucking, riding my aching, excited cock. Her teenage cunt felt incredible; unbelievably hot and wet. She let out a loud moan as she took me deeply inside, thrusting herself forward and backwards, my glistening wet shaft plunging in and out of her deliciously tight, pink pussy. Her toes alternated between covering my eyes, holding my nostrils tightly shut and clamping my mouth closed. I had all five toes of her left foot in my mouth, my tongue relentlessly flicking and probing between each delicious little nub, savouring every sweet nuance of her skin. It was exquisite; licking and sucking and kissing and smelling those incredibly beautiful teenage bare feet while their lusty owner busily bounced back and forth, rhythmically pumping my erect cock. I made a conscious effort to pace myself by letting my dick slide completely out of her gorgeous young cunt every few minutes, preventing myself from ejaculating too quickly. This was an experience to be savoured. Besides, I intended my sperm for somewhere other than inside that beautiful, tight orifice, despite the temptation to continue fucking that glorious, pink hole with reckless abandon. "Oh god," Karyn groaned, sweating. "Mmmm, I'm gonna cum!" I felt the walls of her sweet cunt palpitate and clamp around my cock as her orgasm took hold. She shrieked, bearing down onto my prick so that I was as far inside her as I could possibly go. In response, I merely intensified my sucking of her second and third toes, pretending they were linked directly to that spasming little clitoris of hers, currently overloading with sensation. The sudden depth at which I was now inserted in her, however, proved to be the point of no return for me. I felt the wettest, hottest sweet spot inside the girl's pussy suddenly sucking from me the last dregs of my self control. I quickly withdrew my cock and leaned forward, feeling the familiar orgasmic surge in my overstimulated prostate. Karyn knew what was coming. Her climax subsiding, sweat glistening on her forehead, she pulled her legs back so that her bare feet were directly in front of me. "That's it, do it!" she said, panting. "Shoot your cum all over my feet. Let me feel it all between my toes!" I moaned loudly as I started to cum, aiming my dick at her beautiful toes with my right hand. I watched as a thick rope of my hot sperm suddenly gushed from the hard, purple head of my cock, landing on top of Karyn's gorgeous, well-sucked left foot, hitting right between her big toe and second toe, coating that perfect little pink inlet with a copious sample of my DNA. It kept coming too; string after string of my hot cum erupted from my dick, covering the tops of her beautiful young feet, splashing onto and between her succulent toes and running downwards to her bare soles in great, wet rivulets. I finally leaned back, spent and sweating, to admire the mess I'd made on the girl's feet. My cum was everywhere; on my thighs, in great, milky blotches on the breakfast table, and streaked up the fronts of Karyn's smooth young legs. Her bare feet were absolutely glazed with my semen . "Oh my god!" she exclaimed. She wiggled her toes, feeling the globules of my spunk which now occupied each delicious little valley of toe cleavage. "I've never seen so much cum!" I had to agree. I'd never ejaculated as much in the past when Melissa had used her feet on my cock. But then again, Karyn wasn't Melissa. "I love seeing my cum on these beautiful feet of yours," I said to the girl. "And I love that you fucked me while you let me enjoy them." Karyn smiled, finally placing her cum-smeared feet down onto the table. "Hey, you made me cum," she replied. "You and I are definitely doing this again." "Really?" I asked. The prospect of an affair with the girl was one I'd decided not to turn down if the opportunity arose, which it clearly now had. "Yes, really," she said. "In fact, I've thought of an even better way you would enjoy my feet." Just as I was about to ask what she meant, I heard the front door open and close with an unmistakeable thud. We both froze. I was off the table in a heartbeat, pulling my pants up my legs and tucking away my mercifully softening dick. Karyn likewise got her ass off the kitchen table, hauling her shorts back up her legs and donning her shirt at speed. I watched as she somewhat comically tried to manoeuvre her shorts up over her feet, attempting to avoid all my sperm. The urgency of the situation meant, however, that she had no choice but to just pull them up, smearing my sticky cum all the way up her bare legs as it soaked the material of her shorts. I was just doing the last button on my shirt when her father walked into the kitchen. "Dean?" he said, clearly puzzled as to why I was still here. My heart was in my mouth yet again. The kitchen must have stank of sex. Karyn's bra was lying on the floor behind her chair and my socks had gone AWOL. I tucked my bare feet as far under the table as I could get them. The table!!! It was a fucking mess; flecked and streaked with sweat, handprints, footprints, ass-prints and, worse, tell-tale, white dots and dashes of my cum. I quickly clasped my hands and used them to cover the worst area, hoping beyond hope he wouldn't notice the sticky, white marks. "Dad!" Karyn interrupted. Her face was flushed, sweat glistening on her forehead. "I was just making coffee. Would you like some?" "Yes," her father replied dryly. "Yes, I would. Bring it through?" "Sure," she answered. "Dean was working through in your office but I interrupted him to ask if he wanted some too." "Yes," I said, after a long, anxious moment. "Yes, I wanted..err..some!" My boss looked at me. I braced myself for the penny to drop with him and for the inevitable termination of my employment, not to mention police escort from his home. "Oh," he said, simply. "Good." I couldn't believe it. "No need to hang around though," he said, distractedly checking his phone. "We can pick up from where we left off tomorrow." With that, he turned on his heels and disappeared off to his office. Karyn and I both let out the biggest of sighs. Suddenly my socks reappeared. Karyn tossed them, bunched together, right at my face. "They were in the middle of the fucking floor!" she said. "We would have been busted for sure!" I sighed, another wave of relief, as I sat to pull them on. "That was fucking unreal!" she gasped, sweeping her blonde hair back over her shoulder. "I have to feel you sucking my toes again." I replayed the events of the last hour in my head, smiling to myself. "Definitely," I replied. She leaned down and kissed me, our tongues dancing together for the longest time. I felt my cock stiffening as I smelled her skin again. She asked for my mobile number, which I gave her. She promised to reveal her plans for our next meeting in due course. Getting back into my car to head home, I received a text message. "My toes are unbelievably sticky with your beautiful cum," it read. "It feels so good. I'm going to play with Tommy and suck them clean while I think about making you cum with my toes. Karyn. X" I drove home with another erection, my brain teeming with thoughts and memories of the girl's incredible toes and soles. I was now truly lost between Karyn's toes, both literally and in my most incredible new, recent fantasies. I remembered, too, the sensation of her hot young tongue as it licked and sucked my big, masculine toes. I smiled, my hard cock touching the bottom of the steering wheel as I drove. If Melissa wasn't home, I planned to strip off and masturbate as I recalled my afternoon worshipping the teenager's gorgeous bare feet while I fucked her delectable, tight, young cunt. I hoped I could shower before Melissa had the chance to detect the scent of a teenage girl on my skin.