2 comments/ 14157 views/ 8 favorites Filipina Feet By: fflover58 "Mr. Anderson, can you please tell the rest of the class which battle Napoleon met his end at during the 19th century?" Wyatt Anderson snapped to full attention at the sound of his name called. All thirty or so classmates had their eyes glued to him for amusement. The only one not so amused was montone Mr. Howard, their military history professor. He also happened to be Wyatt's least favorite professor for exactly this reason, calling out the handsome young extrovert whenever he just happened to be distracted. "Waterloo?" Wyatt answered hesitantly, having very little hope this his answer would save him this time. Sure enough, snickers cackled throughout the small classroom. Again, the only one not laughing was Mr. Howard himself. "Incorrect," he stated simply. "Now for those of you paying attention, who would like to correct Mr. Anderson for some extra credit points?" A dozen arms shot up, but none as quick at the girl directly in front of Wyatt. She stood up for the whole class to see, clearing her throat in preparation. "The answer is none, Napoleon didn't die on the battlefield," the cute Filipina girl answered in a bubbly manner. "In fact, most scholars debate the cause of death, stating either it was stomach cancer or arsenic poisoning." A smile, if one could call that slight smirk such, appeared on Mr. Howard's face. "That's correct Joy. Five extra points for you!" His gaze returned to Wyatt. "But I'll start deducting from your overall grade if this continues Mr. Anderson!" With one final scowl aimed at his helpless victim, the aging professor returned to his increasingly boring lecture. Wyatt nervously played with his brown, permed locks. This hadn't been the first, nor would it be the last time that he'd be called out in class. His wandering mind had little need for all this seemingly useless knowledge. Unfortunately, this was part of a requirement for college, and this particular course was the one open at the time he registered for classes. "Should have done it the first day," Wyatt thought to himself. He looked at the back of the girl that had just answered the question. That too had happened before as well. Joy Angara was her name, and if you looked up the word teacher's pet, her lovely face would have been next to the definition. She was a straight A student, that one extrovert you always seem to have in every class, and ironically was the reason Wyatt found himself distracted so much. Joy boasted plenty of features that could deviant any straight guy's attention. First, her raven black hair fell beautifully down her back, like decorative curtains. Below that was a heart shaped butt that alone begged to be stared at all night. In the front, Joy's bow shaped lips and alluring eyes drew jealous looks from other girls, while guys looked further down to her ample cleavage. But Wyatt wasn't staring at any of those things. Since day one of this class, the young man's eyes had been glued to Joy's smooth, caramel legs and her large feet, fully out on a display from the confines of her moccasins. A foot guy for as long as he could remember, Wyatt found Joy's feet to be the most perfect he had ever seen, and that meant something, considering at the time he'd spent staring at classmate's feet. What made this girl's feet special was how well kept they looked, always appearing soft and smooth. Her brown soles were lighter than the rest of her skin, not a callous or speck of dirt upon them. A single toe ring was fitted on the second toe of her right foot. Though out of view from Wyatt's angle, he knew that the toes were painted black, or perhaps a very dark purple. Either way, those amazing feet made paying attention in class impossible for him. Wyatt attempted to avert his gaze from Joy's peds, feeling several eyes upon him. Everyone all of a sudden was curious why their classmate couldn't seem to pay attention in class so often. He often wonder if anyone could have figured it out. If they did, no one said anything. Meanwhile, the snore-worthy history professor continued describing the aftermath of the Napoleonic Wars and their effect on Europe culture for the next several decades. "Who gives a fuck? We're in America for heaven's sake!" Wyatt thought, a joke he had repeated in his mind countless times over the course of the year. When he though both his peers and his professor weren't paying him any mind again, Wyatt returned his attention to the only interesting thing in the room; Joy's entertaining feet. The right foot was now dangling the shoe from her long, succulent toes, the other foot scrunched down against the soft floor. Though Wyatt honestly did appreciate everything else that made Joy one of the hottest girls he had seen at the university, it was her giant feet that really caught his attention from the day he lay eyes on her. His best guess was Joy wore a size 12, if not a size bigger. Smaller feet never really drew his attention, and Joy's were certainly some of the biggest he'd seen from someone his age. Mr. Howard turned around again, but Wyatt had already returned his attention to the front. It was a constant battle between them it seemed. The boring professor somehow expected that Wyatt's attention be kept on him when nothing he explained was remotely useful. One day, Wyatt realized, he would get into serious trouble for this, but he simply didn't care as long as Joy seemingly refused to wear socks or keep her shoes on the whole class. After a gruelling half hour of historical facts, it was dismissal time. If there was any silver lining about this class, other than Joy's peds, it was the fact that this was Wyatt's last class of his day on Tuesdays and Thursday. He picked up his untouched textbook and quickly hopped out of the room, hoping to get away before Mr. Howard decided he wanted a after-class talk with him, accusing him of having some sort off ADD. That wouldn't have been the first time for teacher to say that. Wyatt made it halfway down the hall when suddenly he heard a familiar female voice call out to him. When he turned around and saw Joy approach him, the young man's heart nearly skipped a beat or two. Joy gave him an apologetic smile. "Look, I'm sorry that I did that to you," she said. "I feel like I've kinda embarrassed you in front of the class." Never before had Joy really attempted to talk to him outside of class. She apparently was a popular girl on campus, with friends usually waiting for her afterwards to walk across campus. Today, she was alone and even seemed uncharacteristically upset. "Naw, don't worry about it," Wyatt answered, trying to appear as cool as possible. "I just can't look at the guy for long periods at a time. He looks like he'll expire any minute now." Normally, his dark sense had a habit of putting girls off. Joy, however, burst out in a fit of giggles. "Oh my god, right?!" she agreed. "Someone told me he's been here for ages now! He could almost be old enough to be included in this lecture chapter." Few girls could produce a honest laugh from Wyatt, but today was an exception. Suddenly, he felt more at easy around the attractive Filipina hottie. "I'd imagine he'd kill enemy soldiers with his boring lectures rather than a musket." he joked, producing another sweet laugh from Joy. "God, you're funny!" she chirped between her laughter. "You really should speak up more man!" Wyatt shrugged. "Guess i don't really have much to say." "Ohhhh so you're the quiet type huh?" Joy ribbed. "Well, nothing wrong about that." She turned her head, as if looking back for someone. "My friends aren't here, and I really like walking with someone? Be a gent an escort a lady home please?" "Sure!" the nervous young man enthusiastically said. He then went for the nearby exit and held it open. "After you!" Joy smiled, as she was lead out into the hot autumn sun. Texas had decent weather even in October, so both students walked without coats or jackets. In fact, the attractive star-student was wearing joga pants and a purple t-shirt from a band that Wyatt couldn't recognize. He himself was wearing just a plain white tee and some old jeans with his sneakers. They walked side by side, their chatting growing increasingly comfortable for the introverted Wyatt. From more jokes about class to new movies, both found it easy to talk to each other. Though he had friends, making new ones proved difficult for Wyatt, especially female ones with feet he admired. He was aware that his fetish potentially made him this way, but chose not to disclose them to anyone. Wyatt took it upon himself to avoid staring down at Joy's boat-like feet and instead engaged with the friendly chick. "So you're telling me you've never watched Star Wars before?!" Wyatt gasped, their conversation shifting to the new sequel coming out the next year. "I've just think it all sounds so dorky," Joy explained with a laugh. "I mean, don't Star Wars fan all dress up and shit? Or maybe live with their parents until they're thirty?" "Pshh! Stereotyping!" Wyatt shot back. "Just because I might have a few action figures from when I was kid, doesn't make me a dork!" "So you played with Star Wars dolls? That's so cute!" she continued to tease. Wyatt shook his head. "Action figures! They're not dolls, like what you played with when you were a little girl." "Now who's stereotyping?!" Joy exclaimed. "FYI, I didn't really play with dolls when I was a little girl! I mostly played sports with my brothers and did other guy shit!" "I find that hard to believe," he replied back, trying to picture Joy tackling someone for a football or sweating on court. "Now why's that?" she stopped, and folded her arms. The young man recognized he was a bit of hot water right then. "Well, I guess I wouldn't guess that based on how you're always dressed so nice, and don't seem masculine or act like a dyke." She cocked her brow at Wyatt, amused at his answer. It was true, Joy wore a lot of fashionable clothes to school, describing herself during the first day of class as "a fashionista" proudly. "Well, I'm glad you think I dress nice," she answered. "But I can play guy sports and still have a vagina too!" Joy playfully punched Wyatt on the shoulder, and they continued walking and talking. For good measures, Wyatt avoided saying anything else related to her penchant for certain sports. About 15 minutes after leaving the lecture hall, they arrived at Joy's sorority house, where they were forced to part ways. "Guys aren't usually allowed into the house," she explained. "I'm sure you'd be a hit with all the ladies here though!" Wyatt laughed. "I'm not so sure about that one. Might stereotype them." Joy made a face. "You can't believe everything they say about us." She paused for a moment. "We should walk together more often." "Yeah, totally," he replied, blushing deep red. "We got class Tuesday next week." Evidently, that wasn't enough for her. "Actually, you should totally come to my buddy's party this weekend! What do ya say?!" In all honesty, Wyatt wasn't much a party person. He could count the number of parties he'd attended last year as freshman on his fingers. He could also count the same number of times he either left early or regretted the initial decision to go out. As if she could sense his reluctance, Joy chimed in. "Don't worry, I'll introduce you to everyone and you'll have a great time! Come on! Have a little fun!" With a defeated smile, Wyatt replied. "Sure, I'll give it a go." Joy nearly jumped out of her shoes in excitement. "Great! What's your number? I'll text you the details later today!" Wyatt gave his new friend his number, finally saying goodbye and heading to his dorm room. "What a day!" he said to himself as he resumed walking. Never in his dreams had he believed the sexy Asian in front of him would want to party with him, let alone carry a conversation. That's when a moment of uncertainty struck him in full force. Why was she suddenly so eager to be around him? It couldn't simply be because of the slight embarrassment in the classroom, could it? He stopped and gasped. "What if she's noticed me staring at her feet wants to call me out?!" he thought. "She might want to do it in front of all her friends!" The whole way back to his dorm, Wyatt combed his mind to ascertain to the truth. By the time he walked into his room though, Wyatt was no closer to figuring anything out. Fortunately, his roommate was not around, so he had the room to himself for once. Wyatt paced the entire length of the cramped space. If overthinking was a trade, the college sophomore would have something to make major bucks off of. "She seemed legit," Wyatt debated. "But why would she even want to be seen in public with me, let alone have me go to a party with her?" Pausing a moment in a mirror, he checked out his own reflection. Mostly family members had told him that he was a good looking young man, with her soft facial features and ok physique. Dates were hard to come by, due to his lack of social skills and his private affinity for female feet. Nothing about Wyatt screamed confident stud or jock, but he did admit he looked average enough. Joy, on the other hand, was hardly average. That's when his mind went back to her large, sexy peds. This party gave him an extra opportunity to see those delicious feet, perhaps even closer up. He imagined being mere inches away from those feet, enough to finally have a chance at smelling them like he'd wanted to since day one of class. Wyatt's best guess was that they smelled like stinky cheese, or maybe she kept them smelling fresh with some kind of lotion. Just the thought made Wyatt stiff, and needing to jack off. With his roommate not around, this was a perfect moment to do so. He locked the door behind him and pulled down his pants. Another thing Wyatt considered average was his cock, which clocked in at about six inches and wasn't very fat at all. Neither of those things really bothered him, a cock just being a cock in his opinion. Wyatt opened his computer up to watch some porn to get him going. Just as he opened up Pornhub though, a better idea occurred to him. Opening up Facebook, he crossed his fingers that Joy would have one. Sure enough, Joy had a profile. To make matters better, there was one mutual friend, which usually meant one could see more pics than anyone wouldn't didn't have a single connection with that person. He opened up the photos tab and slowly scrolled down to see if there were any decent pics of her feet. "Bingo!" A picture only a couple scrolls down showed Joy on a bed with her legs spread out, the tops of her feet facing the camera. Wyatt could even make out the toe ring he'd seen many times. Grabbing some lotion, he lubed up and started jerking as he gazed at the greatest toes he'd ever seen in his young life. Each toe was perfectly lined up, long and begging to be sucked off indefinitely. The next picture showed more of the creamy looking soles pointed right at the camera. Her toes were scrunched up, showing off those sexy wrinkles he'd seen nearly every time in class. "Oh yeah, scrunch up those fucking toes," Wyatt quietly moaned, pretending that Joy was doing right in front of him. "God, those look amazing!" He pumped away at his slippery dick, lost in lust of Joy's soles. It turned out the next few pictures were much of the same, so Wyatt simply cycled through those until he felt close to a climax a mere few minutes later. Realizing he was about to explode, Wyatt reached for a tissue and barely managed to catch the first burst of cum. Several strong strings of hot, sticky cum followed, one of the biggest loads he could remember having. Just as he finished, the door jiggled, unlocked, and another young man walked into just in time to see Wyatt try to pull her pants up. Still, he was caught red handed. Craig, Wyatt's roommate was surprised to say the least. "Well, I guess we wouldn't be real roommates unless we caught one another doing something like this right?" Wyatt finished pulling up his pants, depositing the gooey tissue into a nearby waste basket. "Sorry, I didn't think you'd be back for awhile," he apologized. "I should have known you were coming back soon." Fortunately, Craig was an understanding, cool person and shrugged off the awkwardness. "No biggie, it's all good." Then, he noticed the computer screen. "Who's that there?" Before Craig could check, Wyatt slammed his screen shut. "It's nobody, don't worry about it man." "Dude, relax a little," Craig assured his roommate, closing the door behind him. "Was that someone's Facebook pictures?" Wyatt felt ashamed, his face again turning a dark shade of red. That was answer enough for Craig, so he chose not to pursue it any further. He simply took off his shoes and climbed up his bunk without another word. Both boys kept silent for the rest of the day. A buzz from his phone woke Wyatt up the next morning. Groggy from a long night, he picked up to phone and wasn't surprised to find Joy's name pop up. "Meeting @ my buds @ 10 2nite. Wanna walk w/ me?" Having decided to take the plunge last night, Wyatt texted back "sure" to Joy. A simple "cya then" followed, and there was no backing out now without looking bad. Wyatt noticed it was a mere fifteen minutes before he had to wake up anyway, so he picked himself up to start the day. Before he knew it, Wyatt was standing in front of Joy's sorority again, waiting for her to come out. It was a bit colder that night, so he put on a sweatshirt and some warm jeans. When she came out though, he felt slightly undressed and silly. Joy wore a daring one piece that barely covered her fine ass and to Wyatt's delight, a pair of revealing high heels. Joy noticed him looking. "These are about the only heels I could find in my size," she laughed, then did a little spin. "Whatcha think?!" "They look great!" Wyatt replied, immediately realizing she meant herself, not the shoes. Fortunately for him, she didn't really seem to notice the compliment, or at least didn't say anything. Joy lead Wyatt towards the party, resuming their conversation where they had left off yesterday. About ten minutes later they arrived at an apartment complex, one that Wyatt was aware had a reputation of hosting big parties. Again, that uncomfortable feeling invade his conscience. Seeming to notice this, Joy encouraged him. "Dude, don't worry about this! These guys are really chill and a lot of fun!" Wyatt could only give her a smile, as they walked into the building up a few floors. Loud music came from every other room, and he did his best to avoid a beer can every other step. Joy walked up to a door and knocked. Waiting only a few seconds, a black male clad in nothing but a wife beater, gray boxers and star-shaped sunglasses answered the door. "Joy! What up girl!" the man exclaimed loudly. "Get that sexy piece of ass in here!" Joy slid in, but Wyatt was blocked from the door by the male. "Who the fuck is this guy?!" the man questioned, "Don't worry Donny, he's a friend from class," she explained. "He's funny man, let him in." Donny looked over Wyatt intensely. It was as if he was searching for some reason not to let him in. Deciding against that, he laughed and gave Wyatt a pat on the shoulder. "I'm just fuckin' wit you man! Come in!" With that, Wyatt walked into a loud, trashy apartment full of strangers. To be more specific, he felt like a stranger in this place, with everyone else seemingly knowing each other. Joy high fived everyone she saw in the room, abandoning Wyatt to socialize with friends He sat down in a recliner and watched all the action unfold around him. Guys groped against drunken women, others were already wasted and stumbling around the crowded apartment. Filipina Feet "Who the fuck are you?!" A scruffy white man suddenly came up to Wyatt, looking very unhappy for whatever reason. He suddenly pulled up Wyatt from the chair by the collar. "What the fuck are you doing in my chair?! And how did you get in here?!" "Relax Trix, he's with me," Joy came over and calmed the guy down. "I told you I invited someone with me, remember?" . "Fuck no I don't!" he yelled back, everyone in the room now watching this unfold. "He sat in my fucking seat!" "He didn't know that's off limits bro!" she shot back. "Now settle the fuck down! I told you yesterday that I wanted to bring a friend, I even have a text." She showed him a message on her phone. Trix read it for a few seconds, then tossed it back to Joy. "Whatever, he can stay as long as he keeps his ass off my couch and beer!" Trix rudely shoved Wyatt away and slithered off to the other corner of the room. Joy sighed, then looked at her companion. "I'm sorry about all of that," she said. "He's on something right now, and he hates when people sit in his chair. This is his apartment." Wyatt shook his head. "I feel like I shouldn't be here." "Nonsense!" she replied, giving him a reassuring smile. "Here, come meet some of my friends!" Joy took Wyatt's arm and dragged him away from the forbidden seat. Though he wished to leave, it would be unfair to Joy to do so suddenly. With that, he put on a casual smile as he was introduced to people, and handed a beer. Two hours managed to go by without any further trouble. In fact, Wyatt was finally beginning to enjoy himself. Joy's friends were cool enough, the lady friends being very attractive and the guy friend's less crazy than Trix. However, the stingy party host was always watching Wyatt from that same recliner a good portion of the time, and he could feel it. To Wyatt's displeasure, the group sat down near that recliner to talk. To make things better though, Joy had taken her heels off and was going barefoot. Wyatt was delighted to see that Joy had a fresh pedicure, her toes painted purple and looked very sexy. He had a few beers, so the buzz made his arousal stronger throughout the night. There were other girls at the party barefoot, but none came close to matching Joy's hot feet, nor any part of her. "So I think we should do truth or dare!" Natalie, a friend of Joy's blurted out. "Sure, but no more lesbian shit," Joy added quickly. "I'm so tired of guys daring me to kiss other girls" She looked over at Wyatt. "You gunna join in?" "Never really done this, but sure," Wyatt admitted. Natalie gasped. "Never done truth or dare?! Oh my gawd, do you ever go out?!" "Natalie, shut it!" Joy ordered her, then turning her attention to Trix. "Wanna play?" Trix had been looking at Wyatt again, but didn't appear distracted enough that he didn't pay attention to Joy. "Sure, whatever." "Ok, I'm first!" Natalie chimed. "Wyatt, truth or dare?!" "Truth," Wyatt replied. The tipsy girl giggled. "Are you a virgin?" Joy rolled her eyes, already having guessed that be the first question. Wyatt blushed, a bit ashamed of being the first asked. "Yes," he said meekly. The whole group, minus Joy, laughed. Once again, the shy young man wanted to disappear. Trix especially seemed pleased to see Wyatt embarrassed, having taken an immediate disliking to him. "My turn," Joy said. "Natalie, truth or dare." Natalie smiled. "Truth." "Is it true that you accidentally pissed on a guy once while he was eating you out?!" A chorus of laughter erupted among those who heard. Natalie was absolutely stunned. "You told me you'd never mention that to anyone?!" "Then stop being a bitch and treat Wyatt with some fucking respect." she shot back, silencing her friend. "You really wanna take this guy's virginity away don't you?" Trix joked with Joy, indicating towards Wyatt. "Ooohhhhh" the crowd cooed. "Fuck you Trix!" Joy replied defensively. "You wish cunt!" he yelled back. "You're such a fucking slut, you'd even fuck someone just because you embarrassed him in class." The room had suddenly gone silent, everyone watching Trix go at it again. He knew he had the floor, so he took advantage of it and Joy's silence. "You're such a dumb bitch Joy, I thought all Asians were smart?!" he teased, trying to get under her skin. "You're so fucking stupid that you haven't noticed that this guy has been gawking at your disgusting feet all fucking night! He's a foot freak!" A familiar sound to Wyatt sounded in the room; snickering and whispering, just like what happened in class. Joy looked at Wyatt in disbelief, but still didn't say anything. "Alright, let's play truth or dare everyone! Or maybe we'll play my favorite game; Dare or Damaged!" Trix got up from his recliner and grabbed Wyatt forcefully. "So either you go with the dare, or I punch your fucking face in you fag!" He shoved Wyatt to the floor, more laughs following. "So what's it going to be fag? Dare or Damaged?" Wyatt never felt so humiliated or scared in his life. He had done absolutely nothing wrong, yet here he was on the floor, being threatened and no one was standing up to Trix. "Dare," Wyatt admitted defeat. Trix smiled. "How about you give us a show then! Lick Joy's feet in front of everyone!" The crowd loved the idea, and started egging it on. "Do it! Do it! Do it!!" "Trix stop it!" Joy screamed. "You'll let him, I beat the shit out of him!" Trix replied, smiling mischievously. Suddenly, Donny at the door came inside. "Cops everyone! Get out while you can!" This triggered a frenzy, with everyone trying to get out at once. Wyatt quietly slipped away, hoping no one noticed. He ran out of the building, somehow missing the police at together and didn't stop running until he was back safely in his dorm. That's when he began to cry, sinking slowly onto the floor in despair. "I was right, this was her way of making a fool out of me," Wyatt thought to himself. "She wanted to humiliate me in front of all her friends, just like in class. Wyatt felt his phone go off in his pocket. He knew it was Joy, trying to play the whole thing off. Instead of answering, he turned off the phone and continued sobbing. No one passed by, which was just fine for the hurt college student. Eventually, Wyatt calmed down and made his way up the stairs and into his room. Craig was sound asleep, so there was no confrontation to be had that night. Wyatt slipped into his bed and quickly fell asleep, tired from the night's events. Like the previous morning, Wyatt was awake before his alarm went off, this time by a knock at the door. Craig, who could sleep through a hurricane, was also awoke by the noise. Both looked at each other questioningly, neither really sure who it could be. The knocker solved that mystery for them though. "Wyatt, it's Joy, please let me talk with you," the familiar voice called out. "Go away Joy, you made it clear what you wanted last night." Wyatt shouted at the door, not daring to open it up. "What I wanted? You think I arranged that?!" Joy asked. "Obviously, why would you want me there otherwise?" Wyatt retorted. "Now go away before I call the RA." "Dude, who is she?" Craig asked, confused by what was going on. "Don't worry, I'll get rid of her," I insisted. "Just open the door man and talk to her in the hall," he said sleepily. Wyatt was worried that someone else could be out in the hallways, ready to pounce on him. Trix had been crazy that night, and could want another crack at him. "Wyatt, I wanted you there because I seriously think you're a nice, honest guy," Joy said, starting to sound desperate. "Trix was a dick, and I should have known he'd do something like that. He's fucked up sometimes, and that's why I wanted you to keep me company." Her story was good, but Wyatt wasn't sold. "Is there anyone else in the hallway with you?" "No, I'm alone. Look, there's plenty I want to talk about, but I really don't want to be talking to a frickin' door, man!" Peeking through the view hole, Wyatt certainly didn't see anyone else around, but that didn't mean they were right around the corner. "Ok, but if someone attacks me, I will yell for help," Wyatt promised. He opened the door. Joy stood there in a frilled, pink top with dark skinny jeans and some converses that matched the color of her top. While her outfit was on point, her face echoed someone that had cried all night into her pillow. Her eyes looked like raccoons and her hair a bird's nest. "Let's go to the lounge area," Wyatt indicated. "My RA is close by, and I'd really like to be close to someone just in case." Joy didn't argue, just shook her head in acknowledgement. The were several chairs and a couch in the small area, which was meant for the residents to hang out and study in. It was only 7:30 in the morning, so everyone else was asleep or passed out from a booze filled night. Wyatt sat on the couch, while Joy sat next to him before being indicated to move away to another seat. She indeed looked sad, but Wyatt continued being skeptical. "Ok, why don't you tell me what you couldn't say before," Wyatt ordered, believing nothing she was going to say would matter much. The Filipina beauty opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. She was upset about something, and couldn't talk. Joy began tearing up. Wyatt waited patiently, not willing to comfort her, but not rude enough to walk away just yet. It took a moment, but Joy regained some of her composure. "I really didn't have any idea something like that was going to happen. I honestly invited you along because my friends suck." She paused, wiping tears away. "I wanted to have someone that wasn't all about partying, and you seemed like a great guy. When I realized the other day that I've made a bit of bitch out of myself at your expense, I wanted to make up for it." Wyatt shook his head. "Sucks for you." Joy didn't lose heart, pressing on. "There weren't any cops, Donny lied." That piece of info did catch Wyatt's attention. "He made it up?" Pulling out a hankie from her pocket, Joy dabbed at her eyes. "He heard what was happening and wanted to stop it. He's a better person than you'd think. When Trix realized this, he got angry and that's when Donny did actually call the cops to take him away. Trix is in jail right now." "Well, tell Donny I say thank you," Wyatt replied, feeling a sense of honest coming from Joy. "Anyway, I came to apologize from dragging you along," she said. "It wasn't cool of me to do that, especially since I said it was all good." Another pause followed, Joy seeming to struggle with what to say next. "Look, I like to think I'm an open person. I respect people for who they are. I do need to ask though, do you have a foot fetish?" "Yeah," Wyatt said. "Got a problem with that?" Joy shook her head. "Oh no! I've just never met a guy who liked feet." Wyatt took a moment to pause and think now. He felt safer now around her, and it did appear she had been rattled by last night. "Yeah, I like feet," he admitted. "Yeah, I like your feet. Actually, I love your feet. I've watched your feet since the first day of class. I thought you had maybe noticed and then when all that happened last night I thought it was you trying to get payback." Shocked by Wyatt's confession, Joy wasn't sure how to feel about all of this. She knew that Wyatt looked at her, and that's why she thought he had interest in her. Now, she was learning it was only her feet. "Really? So it was nothing but my feet?!" Joy raised her voice. "I thought you liked me!" "Well I do!" Wyatt answered back. "It's just that I find your feet really attractive!" Realizing he was loud, he toned it down. "Look, I think everything about you is beautiful, but I've had this thing for so long and it's what I think about most." Joy also calmed down. "But my feet? They're huge and ugly." Wyatt smiled. "They're big, but I think they're the most beautiful feet I've ever seen in my life." The compliment made Joy laugh for the first time that morning. "That's the nicest thing anyone had said about them by far. Usually people make fun of them." "As weird as this sounds, I would make love to them," Wyatt told Joy, hoping it didn't sound too cheesy. Sure enough, Joy laughed again. "Oh my god, this is so different." She finally looked happy again. "Wyatt, I'd love for you to love on my feet." Wyatt's prick went stiff, his ears doing the same. "Really? You'd let me do that?" "It's the best I can do for you, considering everything that's happened recently," she said, fluttering her long lashes." Wyatt could feel his face turning red again, and Joy took notice. "Don't be so embarrassed, everyone's got their own thing." She looked around. "But I don't think this is a good spot. We might get caught." "I know just the place," Wyatt grinned. "It's called the lover's corner, down in the basement near the laundry room. No one goes in there, except at night to fuck" "Sounds dirty," Joy purred. "Escort me down?" Wyatt took Joy's hand and led her down to the basement. The room itself wasn't anything to boast of. A large couch dominated the room, with used condoms and spilled beer littering the floor. Any minute now, Wyatt expected Joy to change her mind at the sight of the dirty quarters. Surprisingly, she merely laughed. "It's cool, as long as I don't touch those rubbers," she joked. They climbed on the couch, facing each other as they lay down. Joy presented her legs to Wyatt, and he quickly untied the shoes and plucked off the converse. To his delight, the moment her shoes came off a stench greeted his noise. Joy also noticed the scent, wrinkling her nose. "I forgot that I haven't showered since before the party," she explained. "Are you really sure you want your face anywhere near my dogs?" But Wyatt smiled. "This is exactly what I wanted." He pushed his nose against the soles of her gigantic feet and started smelling the dirty soles. Sure enough, they did smell a bit cheesy, but also very sweaty. It was slightly dreadful, but at the same time he could feel himself getting hard from the stench alone. Joy watched quietly as Wyatt sniffed every each of her skin. "Can you wrinkle your soles?" Wyatt requested. Joy complied, scrunching up her long, wide soles. She was unsure about the point of this, but if it made Wyatt happy, that was ok in her book. It seemed so innocent so far, Wyatt just taking his time to smell the putrid soles as if they were fresh roses. As long as she could remember, Joy had only been picked on for two things: coming off as diva or her big feet. Both didn't seemed to bother the cute boy currently loving up on her feet. Wyatt spent a few minutes smelling, but soon grew eager to do something he had never had a chance up until this point. "Joy, I want your permission to lick them." "But they're so dirty Wyatt!" joy explained, a bit shocked. "You might get sick from licking them." "I think I'll be fine," he answered. "But if you're not comfortable with this, I'll stop if you ask me to." Joy couldn't help but shake her head in disbelief. "You're a strange guy Wyatt Anderson." She thought about it for a second. "Fine, but please don't gag. I don't want to be responsible for you dying." Her comment made Wyatt laugh. He had never done something like this before, so he wondered if there was truly any right way to do this. First, Wyatt licked the soles of the feet like they were ice cream cones with long, wet licks. Each pass of the tongue sent a small tingle down Joy's spine, an enjoyable little sensation. As such, she didn't protest this unusual behavior. She had been right about one thing; her feet were dirty. Although the sweat tasted fine, Wyatt didn't particularly enjoy the little bit of dirt that was on her sexy soles. Regardless, dining on his crush's feet was giving Wyatt the arousal of a lifetime. He never felt his cock fit so tightly in his pants, not this quickly at least. Deciding the toes begged attention, Wyatt slipped the right big toe into his mouth and began sucking on it like a lollipop. It took him a minute to realize he was making funny noises, kinda like a cooing noise. Joy did notice, and laughed. "You make such weird sex noises!" she joked. Wyatt hardly cared what noises came out of him, enjoying the toes immensely. Each little piggie tasted sweet from the sweat, as my tongue ran along the soft flesh and hard nails. Wyatt could have sworn he tasted a bit of the polish, but didn't really care. He sucked Joy's hot toes several times each. Joy also found herself enjoying the attention her long toes. feeling the tongue caress them like no one else dared to do before to her. Already, she could feel herself getting hotter and hotter, and couldn't resist placing a hand on her crotch area. She didn't want to close her eyes, getting off from just watching Wyatt slurp up her toes and then they would emerge slippery wet from his mouth. There was something else she wished to see, hide away in Wyatt's pants. "How about I jack you off with my feet?" she asked. With a loud pop, Wyatt released her last toes out of her mouth. The last part to fulfill his fantasy was to be finished off with a footjob. Quickly pulling down his pants, Wyatt pulled out his hard cock and presented it to Joy. She smiled, not caring about the size whatsoever. With her feet still wet, she found herself pumping easily away at the shaft. Joy was admittedly clumsy at first, fumbling the small manhood with her oversized soles. Realizing that wasn't going to work, she gripped the tip with her toes and found that simpler to do. "How does this feel?" Joy asked. "Amazing, don't stop," Wyatt breathed. "Oh Wyatt, I think I really like this!" she purred. She jacked off the mushroom tip and upper shaft with increasing efficiency as she grew confident and bolder. Wyatt tried his hardest not to cum too early, wishing to savor this as long as possible. However, Joy's footjob was neither slow or gently, and could feel himself ready to blow within the minute. Wyatt considered toning things down, but Joy had something else in mind. "How close are you?" she asked. "Close," Wyatt simply put. "Betcha I get you to come before I count to 10," she dared. Wyatt smiled. "Bet you can't." "Here it goes!" Joy got on her stomach and gave him a reverse footjob, her wet soles facing up. She immediately went to work pumping along the shaft. "10...9..." A gasp escaped Wyatt, suddenly feeling as if Joy was trying to stretch out with manhood like playdoh. It was slightly painful, but even more arousing than before. "8...7...6..." He had been already close before, and now a sense of futility arouse, as well as a hot sensation across his body. Wyatt was about to blow a huge load. "5...4...3...2.." But even before she could say 1, Wyatt's body gave in and shot a sticky load onto the soles of Joy, streaming spurting out little by little. "Oh my god, that feels so strange!"Joy laughed, feeling the hot cum drip down her wrinkles. One last bit of cum oozing out, and Wyatt was spent. He felt slightly dizzy, but as good as he'd ever felt. Joy, who secretly had her own orgasm, also felt like a million bucks. However, there was one last thing she was curious about. As carefully as possible, Joy moved her body back into a sitting position and then brought her feet to her mouth. Being very flexible, this wasn't too difficult to accomplish. Joy licked the cum off her own feet, snaking her tongue between her toes where some of the gooey mess had trickled in. When all of the seed was gone, she put her shoes back on. She smiled at Wyatt. "Thanks for giving me another chance." Without warning, she leaned for a big kiss with an unexpected Wyatt. It lasted a few seconds before she pulled away. "But we're going to have to work on the that part." Filipina Feet "Deal," Wyatt said. "Wanna walk back to your house?" "Sure, if you're up for it." Joy offered a hand for the wiped out Wyatt, and pulled him up with a little effort. They walked out of the room, hand in hand. Filipina Fellatio This is a story about my first sexual experience. The girl's name was Sophia and she was the most incredible girl I had ever met. She had dark brown skin, a few tones darker than mocha, black eyes (thanks to her 100% Filipino heritage), smooth legs, and B-cup breasts. We were both 18 years old, and had known each other since preschool. She had always been a good friend, someone you count on to talk to the first day of school, someone that would loan you fifty cents for lunch money, and someone who signed their name on your cast when you broke your arm. During the summers, we would be over at each other's houses like they were our own, running around, eating all the food, and generally tearing things up. Of course, by time we entered Middle and High School we had both learned about sex. Not from first-hand experience, but from second-hand accounts of older brothers and sisters, and porn. Naturally, of course, we learned separately, from within our own gender circles. Needless to say, that would change during the summer we both turned 18. Summer was always a happy time. I would stay over a friend's house most of the time, play video games, watch TV, and find new ways to break something new. Being the 18 year old I was, I usually just invited myself over and rang the doorbell. As I was always friendly, and on good terms with everyone, nobody seemed to mind. That is, until a hot day in mid-June when I decided to go over to Sophia's house for the afternoon. As I walked up the steps to her house, I realized that both cars were gone, but Sophia's bike was still there, which meant neither of her parents were home. It didn't strike me as odd, as both of Sophia's parents worked ten-hour days, five days a week at a office downtown. Which usually left the two of us plenty of time to raise hell and tear stuff up. Still, I had an eerie sensation go into my stomach as I neared the door at the thought of me and Sophia at her house alone. Still feeling the little tingles, I reached for the doorbell and pressed it for a short time. No answer. Again I pushed the button, this time a little longer. Again no answer. The third time I rang the doorbell for about 15 seconds straight. Sophia opened the door, looking quite hassled. Her eyes widened when she saw me, and suddenly she blurted out, "I have something to show you! Come on! Hurry!" Not knowing what to make of things, I quickly followed her into the living room. She sat me down on the couch, then placed a brightly colored tape into the VCR and turned on the TV. I started to say something about how boring midday TV was when she placed her hand on my inner thigh and began to slowly rub. "Just watch.", she said. The TV was showing full-on, uncut, uncensored, hardcore porn. It was straight one-on-one sex, but that didn't seem to mean it was clean sex. The woman was a blond, with straight hair, and large D-cup breasts. I didn't catch what the man looked like. She had her back up against the wall, with one leg lifted, as the man fucked her with reckless abandon. And, judging from her facial expressions, she was enjoying it very much. The guy was really hammering her. Her back was still against the wall, but now both legs were cocked up into the air, while he fucked her like he was fresh out of prison. Of course, by now my dick had become completely erect, causing a bit of discomfort for me. As I started to get into the action I began rubbing my hard-on through my pants, easing the tension a bit. Sophia, her petite frame glistening with sweat, was laid back down on the couch, topless, her ultra-short shorts unzipped, with her right hand inside her panties, while her left hand massaged her breasts. Her beautiful dark eyes were locked onto mine, soaking up my lust and magnifying it to levels undreamed. Right then, I knew that, one way or the other, she would be my first. Thinking quickly, I pulled my cock out of the now-tight confines of my jeans and began to stroke it. It was having the effect I desired, my inhibitions were becoming fainter by the second. Just a few strokes later, any and all inhibitions I previously harbored had been banished to the dark corners of my subconscious, leaving me free to continue with my instinctive approach. I didn't bother to put my cock back into my pants as I continued stealthily infiltrating closer and closer to the masturbating young girl. The distance between us was less than five feet by now. The time of reckoning had come. I stopped again and began to watch her finger-fuck herself. Sophia's brown skin glistened with sweat, as she viciously fingered her cunt. Her face glowed with ecstasy while her mouth let out low moans of pleasure. Her skimpy white top had been pushed up, exposing her lovely, perfectly round C-cup tits. I practically drunk the visual of her rock hard, dark brown nipples being squeezed and twisted by her free hand, bringing her ever closer to the edge. Looking down her body, past her washboard stomach and down to the tight, partially unzipped, black shorts she was wearing, I examined her smooth, brown skin. Her right hand was driven into her shorts, finger-fucking her pussy furiously. I took a final tentative step forward and watched her hand move off her tit and wrap around my dick. I could feel her breath against my cock and it drove me a little wild. Sophia licked her lips and took my dick into her mouth in a quick motion. Her tongue began flicking at the head as she started to bob her head slowly. She tightened her lips a bit more, at the same time forcing her head onto my cock faster. The sounds of cock-sucking filled the room, as did our moans. "Oh god Sophia... this is great... where did you learn it?" I gasped as she continued to suck my cock. She pulled off my dick and started to lick and kiss it, "One of these pornos I found lying around... it has this... mmmmmm... one Filipina in it... and she was talking... about how much fun she had.... mmmm... sucking and fucking black cocks... I just had to try for myself." With that she took me back into her tight, warm mouth and resumed sucking me to heaven. By now I was straddling her, in a perfect position to fuck her face. Already my hips were rocking back and forth, going with her rhythm and she seemed to enjoy the feeling. I began to pump harder and faster, watching excess saliva drip down her chin, as she slowed her own sucking and wrapped her arms around my hips to better enjoy the feeling of having her mouth fucked. I was more than happy to oblige and started ramming her mouth as hard as I could manage. Her lips wrapped around my cock, squeezing it more and giving me the best feeling I have ever had. Suddenly, I started cumming, spurting cream down her throat. She then began sucking hard and jacking me off hard as she could, while she worked to swallow it all. Her tongue swiped all around my dick, and I moaned in appreciation. The little bit that she couldn't swallow slowly slid down her face and chin, continuing down her neck, as she cooed in satisfaction. She slowly blinked her eyes, then spoke. "Devin, I think this is could be the start of something nice." I couldn't agree more.