The security guard liked my stockinged feet.

I'm divorced and living with my daughter. My husband left us because he cheated on me, so he gave us a substantial settlement, bought us a house, and promised to take care of us. Since that's how it is, I don't need to force anything. I moved a few days ago, and it feels so good to be in my new home. I'm all alone, so free. The apartment is simply decorated, but very cozy. There's an elevator in the building, and I live on the top floor. A friend gave me a beautiful shoe cabinet, but I didn't have anywhere to put it, so I just left it by the door. It's very convenient; I can change into slippers before opening the door and go straight in. The house is also clean. I put all my shoes in there—lots of them, mostly high heels and sandals, different styles. Not bad, it still fits. The community has excellent property management; there are security guards patrolling 24 hours a day. There are many landscaping features and children's playgrounds in the community. I often take my child there to play, but I always feel like someone is watching my feet, their gaze is burning. I stop and look around, but there's no one there. Then I walk forward, and I feel that gaze again. Hmm? Strange. That night, I fell into a deep sleep, holding my daughter. In my half-asleep state, I felt an itch on my feet. I sat up and saw someone crouching at the foot of my bed. I was about to scream, "Don't move!" when a man's voice

called out. For the safety of my child and me, I froze. He grabbed my feet and inhaled deeply, his trembling lips gently pressing against the tops of my feet, then lightly kissing the soles. I had never had a man kiss my feet before. Both itchy and nervous, I unconsciously straightened my toes. His tongue slid gently from the soles to the pads of my toes, then lightly licked the edges of each toenail. Finally, his tongue wandered between each toe, and I suddenly felt a pleasurable sensation. My ex-husband had never done this before. Although my feet were beautiful, he had always been dismissive, saying they smelled bad. The man continued to massage each of my toes with his tongue. He sucked on my small, white toes one by one. Suddenly, his breathing became heavy, and he began to frantically bite my toes, sucking hard on most of my soles. I tried to pull my foot away from his mouth, enduring the pain, but this only aroused him more. He held my feet in his hands, burying his penis in the soles of my feet, kneading them back and forth. After a few strokes, with a low growl, I felt streams of heat spray onto my feet. He slumped to the ground, panting, his hands still caressing my already wet feet. I watched all this in astonishment, never expecting my feet to drive him to such frenzy and pleasure. I felt him wipe my feet clean with tissue paper. He then held my small feet in his hands, examining them carefully. His fingers stroked my soft, warm soles, and he gently sucked on my toes, one by one, with relish. Finally, he stuck out his tongue and repeatedly licked my arch and ankle, then cautiously unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis… I stared at him nervously as he held my feet in his hands and brought his penis to them. His penis rubbed and kneaded against my smooth instep, making me extremely nervous yet incredibly aroused. He moved his penis to the sole of my foot, a sensitive area, and his movements became slightly more forceful. His glans rubbed against the lines of my sole, then moved to the instep and between my toes, slowly thrusting in and out, his semen constantly coating my feet. He finally ejaculated onto my feet, the thick semen slowly flowing from the instep to my toes. I looked at him fearfully, wondering what he was going to do instead of getting off. He seemed satisfied and sat on the floor. I said, “You should leave now.” He chuckled twice. He got up and lay across the foot of the bed, grabbed my legs and clamped his now limp penis between them, making me perform footjob on him. What a greedy guy. I had no choice but to obediently rub my feet up and down with the inside of one foot. I could already hear his groans, and his penis was rock hard. He thrust hard against my feet. Perhaps the bed was shaking too much, because my daughter, who was sleeping next to me, rolled over, revealing her chubby little feet, right next to the man's mouth. He swallowed her little feet whole with a slurp, thrusting even harder. My daughter's little feet were still in his mouth, and he licked them as if they were a delicacy. I glared at him angrily. He wouldn't even spare such a small child. I could only tighten my legs and rub them hard, hoping he would finish his desire soon. He had probably already ejaculated twice, because this time it took a long time. He was focused on licking my daughter's little feet while slowly enjoying my footjob. He began licking his other foot, and saw his daughter's little foot, covered in his saliva. It was indeed adorable, much like his own, only slightly fleshier. The skin on the instep was delicate and white, the toes short and round. It was a fleshy sole, with clear lines, slightly pinkish, plump and cute, five round toes clinging to each other. The sole was soft and smooth, feeling like the foot of a baby who had never walked. Her soles were as white as jade, the delicate lines like a net that captivated his heart. Her heels were white with a rosy tinge, the joints and crevices hidden, every part smooth and moist. What a pair of incredibly delicate, exquisitely carved three-inch lotus feet! He greedily inhaled the scent of her feet, grasped her right ankle, kissed her sole and between her toes, and finally couldn't resist putting her round toes into his mouth, gently sucking on them. He suddenly knelt on the bed, pressing his genitals against my daughter's two small, white feet, passionately caressing her tender toes. Soon, his shameless member ejaculated profusely between her toes, spraying a large amount of milky white fluid that covered her tiny soles. The frenzied act finally ended. I lay on the bed, too afraid to move, only able to look at our wet feet. Our once snow-white, pink soles were now covered with countless small dents, marks from his teeth.

Especially seeing my daughter's chubby little feet, red from his licking, I angrily said, "You're shameless! Get out of here!" He reluctantly picked up one of my feet, took a deep breath on the sole, chuckled twice, and turned to leave. It was all over. Thankfully, my daughter didn't wake up and didn't witness this disgusting scene. I didn't call the police, partly out of fear of retaliation, and partly because no one would believe he hadn't taken anything, only licked our feet. All I did was install security bars on all the doors and windows in the house. One evening, I was walking home from get off work, wearing a pair of black high-heeled sandals. They were closed-toe, with a thin strap tied tightly around my heel, the black strap contrasting against my fair, delicate skin. The sandals made a clattering sound as I went up the stairs. I felt like someone was watching my feet, their gaze burning. I stopped and looked around; the stairwell was empty. As I walked further, I felt that gaze again. Hmm? Strange. Reaching the door, I bent down to untie the sandals, my miniskirt riding up to my thighs. I pulled my feet out of the sandals, slipped on slippers, and pulled my stockings down from under my skirt, crumpled them into a ball, and stuffed them into the sandals. I bent down and gently rubbed my feet, which were red from the shoelaces. I noticed a white high-heeled shoe lying outside the shoe cabinet. Strange, I had put it away neatly when I left. I picked it up and found it was damp inside, but I didn't think much of it and put it back in the shoe cabinet. I opened the door and went inside. Suddenly, I heard a noise at the door. I quietly went to the peephole and peered out. I saw a man sitting in front of the shoe cabinet, about twenty years old. I couldn't see his face clearly. He was intently licking the sandals I had just taken off. Between his legs was a large, red welt covered by my stockings. I was stunned by what I saw. He was licking the shoe reed with one hand while making piston-like movements with the other, holding my stockings between his legs. I watched for a long time as he continued licking. I looked down at my toes, which were as smooth and shiny as candy, and felt a strange excitement. His movements became faster and faster, and his breathing became more and more rapid. Just then, I suddenly opened the door and stood in front of him. Before he could react, his body shuddered, and he ejaculated—on my slipper-clad feet. It was stuck between my toes, on the back of my foot. I looked down at him, and he crawled over on his knees, repeatedly saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." I looked closer and realized it was the security guard from the apartment complex. He said, "I didn't mean any harm, really, I just thought your feet were beautiful, very pretty." "Oh, really? Did you get my shoes wet? You must have dried them that night too." "Yes, I'm sorry," he said apologetically, "I can pay you back." "Okay, you pay me back. But I can't forgive you for what happened that night, I'm calling the police." The security guard pleaded desperately, but seeing that I wouldn't forgive him, he shoved me into the apartment. Without a word, he took off my slippers…and smelled the soles… “Mmm…that feels good…this is the smell…Big sister’s feet smell amazing…” Then his hands kept moving over my stockinged feet. I struggled desperately, but to no avail. His mouth was busy kissing my stockinged feet…kissing the instep, the sole, the heel, and finally stopping at my toes. He tried to separate the toes that were wrapped together and suck on them one by one, but failed. He put them all in his mouth, his tongue skillfully teasing each one. Finally, they were covered with his saliva, and he began to kiss upwards, his tongue traveling over every inch of my skin below my knees.

His genitals swelled to an unbearable degree, and looking at those incredibly beautiful silk-stockinged legs… he took off his pants… He lay down beside me… hurriedly stripped off my clothes… leaving me only in my underwear and stockings… I was completely at a loss… my hands were just pressing against my chest and genitals… He grabbed my foot with one hand… because he was lying beside me… he wanted me to rub the inside of one foot up and down… and he lay beside me enjoying it… moaning… To make it all end quickly, I brought my silk-stockinged foot closer and stroked his genitals. “Ah… big sister… so comfortable… footjob… this is so good…” He lay excitedly on the bed, seeing that I had complied, and said, “Big sister, today is our beginning, and we’ve already started. I feel especially good when your feet touch me, big sister, please continue.” I pitifully waited for his beautiful feet to caress me. I sat up, staring at his erect penis. "It's a deal, I'll help you once, don't be too greedy." I propped myself up with my hands behind my back, using my buttocks as a fulcrum, and gently clamped my legs around his thrusting motion.

"Ah... big sister... so good... faster..." I experienced the pleasure of footjobs for the first time. In less than 5 minutes... he really couldn't hold back... because my feet were rubbing together... my legs were bent like a frog's, my feet clasped together... with a shudder, his semen erupted like a volcano, shooting wildly onto my sexy, beautiful, warm stockinged feet, the semen spraying all over them... the toes of the stockings were also soaked with semen and mucus, turning a deep flesh color. After it was over... he still held onto my stockinged feet... continuing to slowly perform piston-like movements... a satisfied and comfortable smile on his lips... I didn't even know what I had done, but seeing this rather handsome young man so obsessed with his feet, I was somewhat willing to accept it. Then he picked up the stockings I had just taken off and wrapped them around his own, one by one, until they were completely covered... Then he ordered me to bend my legs... Because I wasn't wearing stockings... so I was barefoot... so he wanted me to bend my legs... so he could taste my beautiful and delicious toes with his mouth... He sucked on each toe very thoroughly... In less than a minute... my soles were covered with his saliva... I don't understand why he could eat toes with such relish... let alone taste feet... Now he kept tasting my toes with his mouth... while his hands kept wandering and caressing my smooth, white legs... He started to lose control again... After a few low moans... he ejaculated inside the stockings... Although he had already ejaculated once before... this time the amount was quite large... Even though the stockings covered it... the semen seeped through the surface of the stockings. As evening approached, around dinnertime, the neighborhood was nearly deserted. He arrived, carrying a pair of open-toed high heels, shiny black, with heels a full ten centimeters high. I smiled at him, "Let me try them on." I took off my sandals and put on the shoes. They were a bit too big at the toes, leaving some gaps. He knelt down and licked my exposed toes, sticking his tongue between them and licking back and forth. He then licked the instep, moving down to my ankle. As he licked, he tickled the soles of my feet. It was so ticklish, so comfortable. Then he unbuckled his belt, revealing his erect penis. My heart pounded wildly. "Give me a footjob, I'll give you anything you want, I'll be your slave from now on. Your foot slave." I was secretly delighted. Actually, this man was quite cute, and his foot-licking skills were excellent. "Okay." He happily picked up my feet, kissed them, and aligned his penis with the toe of my shoe, slipping it between the shoe and my toes, down to the sole of my foot. His body moved back and forth, his penis swimming inside my shoe. I grabbed his head, and his hands held my full and elastic buttocks, rocking his body back and forth. I enjoyed it comfortably. I felt the dazzling light, it felt so good, I couldn't help but moan softly, and the two of us rocked rhythmically. After a while, he shuddered and ejaculated, shooting onto the soles of my feet. It was warm, sticky, so slippery, so comfortable. He climbed down, untied his shoelaces, took off his high heels, lifted my feet, and licked the soles of my feet. It was so ticklish, I closed my eyes. He left, and I went home feeling weak all over, collapsing onto the sofa. A gentle breeze from the window caressed my feet, my jade-like insteps, my translucent toes, my delicate ankles…

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