I met Aisha at the gym after hours. She was 24, a Muslim girl who kept her hijab on even when she worked out, but her feet were always bare in those thin flip-flops. The second I saw her high arches and soft, dark soles, my dick twitched. I told her straight up I had a thing for feet. She smirked, looked around, and said, "Show me how much."
We went back to her place. No slow shit. She kicked off her shoes the second the door closed and shoved one foot in my face. "Smell it, you dirty fuck," she ordered. Her sole was warm and damp from the workout. I buried my nose right in the middle, inhaling that sharp, salty musk mixed with her skin. My cock went rock hard in my shorts. I licked from heel to toe in one long stroke, tasting the salt and feeling the smooth skin under my tongue.
Aisha moaned low and pushed her toes into my mouth. "Suck them. All five." I did, sliding my tongue between each one, sucking hard like I was trying to pull the sweat off. She ground her other foot against my bulge, pressing down until I groaned around her toes. "That's it. Worship my Muslim feet like the foot slut you are."
She stripped fast, keeping only the hijab and a thin gold anklet. Her pussy was already glistening. She lay back on the couch and lifted both feet, soles facing me. "Fuck them." I dropped my shorts, spit on my cock, and slid it between her arches. Her feet were soft but firm, squeezing my shaft as I thrust. The head popped out near her toes each time and she wiggled them, brushing the tip. Precum leaked out and she rubbed it in with her big toe.
"Harder," she growled. I fucked her feet faster, the wet sound of skin on skin filling the room. She reached down and spread her pussy lips, fingering herself while watching my cock slide between her soles. "Look at you, getting off on a Muslim girl's feet. You gonna cum on them?"
I was close, balls tight. She pulled her feet away at the last second and shoved one back in my mouth. "Not yet. Lick my pussy while you jerk off to my feet." I dropped to my knees, tongue on her clit, one hand stroking my cock while the other held her foot to my face. I licked her slit and sucked her toes at the same time, tasting both her cunt and her feet.
She came first, thighs shaking, juices on my chin.
Then she flipped over, ass up, and wiggled her feet at me again. "Footjob finish. Do it." I straddled her calves and slid my cock between her soles again. She clenched them tight and I pumped hard, the head rubbing against the ball of her foot with every stroke. The smell of her feet mixed with sex filled my head. I exploded, thick ropes of cum splattering across her dark soles and between her toes. She kept flexing them, milking every drop out while it dripped down her arches.
Aisha looked back over her shoulder, hijab still perfect, and smiled. "Clean it up." I licked my own cum off her feet, swallowing every bit while she watched and fingered herself to another quick orgasm. We didn't stop there. She rode my face while I sucked her toes again, then let me fuck her pussy raw while her feet rested on my chest so I could lick them the whole time. By the end of the night her soles were shiny with spit and cum, and she was already planning the next session.
"Next time bring oil," she said as I left. "I want to feel your cock slide even better between these feet."
