I replayed the scene in my head like a videotape, those succulent and juicy soles were the only thing my mind could think about. I was sweating, I had unlocked a secret side of me that I had yet to meet, my sexual drive went wild, all of the things I wanted to do to those godamn luscious feet drove me wild with passion. Touch them, kiss them, sniff them, worship them. My semi-hard penis grew, pushing against the confinements of my tight underwear and forming a protruding lump in the front of my pants. At this point, I had sunk to the floor, my knees too weak to uphold me in my horny stature, the cold wooden door being my only support. I couldn’t sit there forever like that.

I wanted to, but I had another idea in mind. Slowly and as swiftly as I could muster, I regained my balance and walked unsteadily to my bedroom. My body heat was radiating off of me like steam from a boiling pot of water. I undressed as I walked, kicking off my boots, then my sweats, followed by my shirt until I was stark naked stood at the foot of my bed, my rock hard member glistened with precum under the dim, amber glow that emitted from my bedside lamp. I felt asleep but full of energy at the same time. I flopped down onto my bed and started to rub my erection. It felt so good, but I craved more.

I was like a dog in heat, using both hands to pleasure myself at varying speeds, all the while my dick leaked pre like a faucet. Then it struck me. I looked down at my own soles, I was wearing thick grey, woollen socks that I had adorned for the second day in a row now. I peeled them from my sweaty feet, a musky smell lingered through the air, and made my hands tremble. I took whiff after whiff of my socks, each one more intense than the last. The sulphuric and vinegar-like smell made my heart thump beneath my chest.

I could feel myself building up to what could’ve been one of the most intense orgasms in my life, my breath increased as my thighs thrust the air in my room. After a few seconds, I had reached my limit, I moaned and roared as my cock released thick streams of hot, creamy cum into the air, enough to cover my abdomen and the sheets surrounding the upper half of my body, I was a foot slut, and I loved it. I sat there, feeling liberated, me, my sheets and my socks had all been covered in a layer of thick semen. This would be quite the mess to clean up. And yet… I still needed more.

I still needed those feet.

To be continued...