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William was a 28-year-old man living alone in an apartment. Feeling lonely, he decided to try something new for the first time. He was sitting at his computer, hesitating for a long time before clicking "accept." After taking a deep breath, he finally made up his mind and clicked "accept." That evening, William paced around, feeling stressed, until he finally heard someone ring his doorbell. When he opened the door, he saw a beautiful young blonde woman.
(Sarah) – Hi…can I come in?
(William, smiling shyly) – Yes, yes, of course.
Sarah was dressed in sweatpants, a white t-shirt, and boots. She came in with a smile.
(William) – Look, make yourself comfortable. You can…
William hadn't finished his sentence when Sarah took off her boots.
(William) – Um…can I get you a coffee? Anything to drink?
Sarah giggled.
(Sarah) – I'd love a coffee if you have some.
William kindly poured the coffee for her. They were sitting next to each other on a sofa, chatting. Sarah watched William, smiling as she sipped her coffee.
(Sarah) – This is your first time doing this, isn't it?
(William) – Yes, can you tell?
(Sarah) – I can feel it, yes. Are you nervous?
(William) – Maybe a little.
(Sarah, putting her hand on William's shoulder) – Come on, relax. Everything will be fine.
(William) – I admit I'm betraying one of my principles by doing this.
(Sarah) – Which one?
(William) – I don't want to treat a woman like…an object.
(Sarah) – I'm a willing participant. And if it's any consolation, you're also doing me a favor…
(William) – By paying you, right?
(Sarah) – Well, first of all, and also…I love doing this…I really enjoy this job…and seeing a man aroused. That excites me too.
William smiles.
(Sarah, putting one foot on the sofa) – You're not treating me like an object, because in a way, we're both doing each other a favor…
(William, smiling as he looks at Sarah's feet) – That's right.
(Sarah) – Tell me what you like.
(William, lightly stroking Sarah's leg) – Um…I like…
(Sarah, moving her leg very slightly and smiling) – Huh?
(William) – I like it a lot…you have very beautiful legs.
(Sarah) – Thank you. Feel free to touch them.
William continued lightly stroking Sarah's leg until she placed her other foot on the sofa.
(Sarah, laughing) – You're shaking! Are you okay?
(William) – I'm just a little nervous, but I'm fine, haha. You look very beautiful.
(Sarah) – That's sweet. Thank you.
William smiled.
(Sarah) – I think you're very handsome too.
(William, getting an erection) – Thank you so much.
(Sarah) – Is it only my legs you like?
(William) – Well…you might find this weird, but…I also really like…your feet.
(Sarah, laughing) – Oh, that's so sweet, thank you! That makes me happy, and I don't find it weird at all!
Sarah wiggled her toes, and William began to massage her feet.
(Sarah) – Mmm! That feels so good!
(William) – Yes, very much!
Smiling, William massaged Sarah's feet more vigorously, and she sighed with pleasure, fidgeting slightly.
(William) – Just tell me honestly if you don't like what I'm doing.
(Sarah, touching William's shoulder) – William… tonight, I'm here for you. You can do anything you want with me! Anything! I'm here to please you and fulfill all your desires. You just have to tell me what you want.
William smiled, trembling.
(Sarah) – My biggest fantasy is seeing you enjoy yourself. What's yours?
(William, hesitating) – That's strange…
(Sarah) – There's nothing strange about it…
(William, hesitating) – I like… my fantasy is feeling my foot against a beautiful girl's.
Sarah looked at William's foot.
(Sarah, wrapping her feet around his, smiling and laughing) – But it's not weird at all! I like it too!
(William) – Yeah…I mean…I like it when we're foot to foot, face to face…sole to sole…you know? Like…
(Sarah) – Aaaah! Like…like when we have a foot fight?!
(William) – Yeah, yeah! Foot fights, that…that turns me on!
(Sarah, squeezing her feet together) – It's not weird at all! You know I have them all the time with my friends? Yeah…I can be quite childish and playful…and I really like it!
(William) – I never have them, because as a boy…it feels weird.
(Sarah) – Yeah…for a boy it must be more complicated…come on, let's go have a foot fight! You've made me want to!
(William, hesitantly) – Well, uh…
(Sarah, getting into position) – Come on, come on! Put your feet up! I want to have a foot fight with you!
Trembling, William put his feet on the sofa.
(Sarah, taking off her socks) – Come on, take off your socks! A foot fight is done barefoot!
(William) – That's true…
(Sarah, gripping his feet with her hands) – So put your feet up…wow! You have big feet!
Their feet were in the air, and Sarah wiggled her toes for fun.
(Sarah, starting to do the pedaling motion) – Your big feet are comfortable! What size are you?
(William, aroused, feeling Sarah's soft feet gently pushing against his) – A size 14, and you?
(Sarah) – Wow! I'm a size 10! You have much bigger feet!
(William, laughing) – That's true.
(Sarah) – Are you kidding me?
(William, laughing) – No, no!
(Sarah, pushing harder and harder with a provocative smile) – Yes, yes, you are!
Laughing even harder, William resisted with his feet.
(Sarah) – That's how you start a foot fight!
(William, gaining confidence, pushing even harder) – You seem to know what you're doing!
(Sarah) – Oh yes! Being with friends as childish as me, we play it at least twice a week! When we're bored, or when we just want to play! And… (Moving closer) I always win!
(William, same) – Oh, this is going to change!
Sarah moaned loudly, pinching her nose as she pushed, and William resisted with all his might, pushing back. Sarah was much stronger than he'd thought. He could see her calves swell as she pushed hard. Laughing, she finally gripped the back of the sofa with her hands. She lifted her buttocks slightly, staring at her feet with a competitive look. William was still hard, feeling the contact become more and more intense, and seeing folds forming around Sarah's feet. Confident, William also gripped her hands and pushed hard, and Sarah's legs bent more and more.
(Sarah, shouting) – Aaaah! No, it's not going to happen like that!
William and Sarah both shouted at the same time and pushed hard. After a while, Sarah's legs were completely bent, and her buttocks were flying. She was laughing hysterically.
(Sarah) – I'm flying! Look, I'm flying!
Laughing, they both shifted their feet from side to side, then after a while, their feet untied. William was teasing Sarah.
(Sarah, gripping both feet against William's) – You think you're strong, don't you?
(William, raising his foot) – Yes…
(Sarah, likewise, using her toes for support) – You're not that strong!
Laughing, they played a game of raising their feet as high as possible.
(William) – I could do this all evening!
(Sarah) – I can do it too… I'm warning you. So don't tempt me!
(William) – Allow me to disobey you!
(Sarah, opening her mouth wide) – Well then… get ready for an intense evening of foot fights!
(William) – Perfect!
They gripped each other's feet tightly, exchanging provocative glances.
(Sarah, pushing) – Here we go! You'll regret provoking me! I'm going to wear you out!
(William) – Oh, believe me, I'll last longer than you!
(Sarah) – Even when you're fed up, I'll keep going!
(William) – With pleasure, because I'll never get fed up!
(Sarah) – Me neither...we'll never stop!
(William) – No!
(Sarah) – We're doomed to have foot fights forever!
(William) – I'm afraid so!
(Sarah, moaning) – Let's talk less, push more!
Suddenly, they both began pushing as hard as they could, feet held high. As promised, they engaged in a foot fight, one after another, without speaking, just taunting each other. They pushed and pushed and pushed for hours. Neither of them lied when they said they never tired of it. They pushed for another one, then two, then three hours without stopping. William knocked Sarah off the sofa several times, but they kept going. One foot against two feet, feet to feet, feet reversed, on their stomachs, on their backs, one on the floor, one on the sofa, both on the floor, and so on. Their feet were red, but they kept going, their legs trembling.
After a while, feeling hot, they took off their tops and pushed for another hour without stopping. After that hour, William began to tire, but Sarah insisted on continuing. Almost against her will, they rubbed their feet together vigorously in every direction. Sarah did so while maintaining a provocative look. William, overcome with desire, finally got up, fully erect, to go and get some water.
(Sarah, standing up) – No, not another hour!
(William) – Let's take a break!
(Sarah, stomping on her feet) – No, I want to have more foot fights!
Walking and laughing, they stomped on each other's feet and rubbed their toes together.
(Sarah, standing on William's feet, bringing her head closer to his) – I told you I'd last!
They ended up kissing passionately. Sarah clung to William's hips. He gave up on the idea of getting a drink of water and led Sarah to the sofa where they made love four times.
(William, breathless and ecstatic) – Oh, holy shit! Wow!
(Sarah, teasingly) – So? Happy?
(William) – I've never been so happy!
Sarah giggled.
(Sarah, getting up) – Go on, get some water, you're going to faint!
Overjoyed, William went to drink some water, still tasting Sarah's flavor on his lips as she got dressed and put her shoes back on. William felt his excitement rising again. They chatted for a little longer.
(William) – Aren't you ready for another foot fight?
(Sarah) – Easy...easy...I've given you a good workout for tonight! If you like, we can do it again tomorrow night?
(William) – Yes, with pleasure! This time, I'll last much longer!
(Sarah) – You'd better! You left me wanting more tonight!
(William) – You'll see!
(Sarah, taking the door) – I'll see! Alright…see you tomorrow night then…big feet!
(William) – Bye!
With that, they parted.
The next morning, William hesitated to press "accept," but he mustered the courage to do it.
That evening, he was still a little tense, pacing around his living room until someone finally rang the doorbell. When he opened it, he saw Dora standing there. She was a brunette woman dressed in a black tank top that reached her navel, sweatpants, and flip-flops.
(Dora) – Hey there! Can I come in?
(William) – Yeah, yeah, go ahead!
Dora came in, and they introduced themselves.
(Dora) – So, what do you like?
(William) – I like having foot fights, because I like the feeling of feet touching.
(Dora) – Ooooh…but I just want to know…do you think you stand a chance against me?
William didn't have time to answer when someone rang his doorbell. He opened the door, and it was Sarah. She was smiling, but her smile quickly faded when she saw Dora. Sarah was dressed like Dora, but in a white tank top.
(William) – Hi, come in! I…uh…this is Dora. She…
William was distracted from what he was saying, watching the two women circle each other with a competitive air.
(William, aroused) – She'll be staying with us…tonight.
(Sarah, looking Dora in the eyes) – She'll be watching us, won't she?
(William) – Uh, I…
(Dora, with a provocative smile) – You'll be the one watching us!
(Sarah) – Hmmm…you think so?
(Dora, bringing her head closer to Sarah's) – Hmmm…
(Sarah) – I know William better than you do!
(Dora) – He was just telling me he loves foot fights!
Sarah turned to William, her mouth wide open.
(Dora) – Come on, William! We have a foot fight!
(William, looking at Sarah) – Uh…
(Dora) – Come on!
William followed Dora, looking at Sarah, who was staring at him with narrowed eyes.
(Dora, grabbing his feet) – Here we go. One…two…three!
With a provocative smile, Dora pushed forward, looking William in the eyes. More excited than ever, he was already going all out. Moaning, William gripped the back of the sofa and pushed hard as Dora giggled, a sexy laugh. The contact was intense, and their feet rose high. The harder they went, the more forceful Dora became, and they both cried out louder and louder as they pushed. Dora gripped her toes tightly against William's, and he moaned even louder with pleasure. Sometimes, Dora gave Sarah a sly smile, who watched them seriously. After a while, both moaning intensely, they lifted their buttocks, pushing hard until Dora's legs buckled and she finally fell off the sofa.
(Sarah, quickly getting into position) – My turn! (Smiling) Fancy meeting you here! William smiled as he felt Sarah rub her toes firmly against his. Laughing, they started pedaling. A moment later, they both pushed hard. Lifting their bottoms, they pushed as hard as they could, and Sarah's legs, laughing, gradually bent until Dora stopped the fight.
(Dora, throwing herself next to Sarah) – There, you lost! My turn!
(Sarah, pushing her by the ribs) – Hey! We weren't finished yet!
(Dora) – But it's my turn!
(Sarah) – My turn!
The two women were bickering, their legs and feet intertwining faster and faster. William was getting an erection from the sounds of their feet rubbing together.
(Sarah, stomping on Dora's foot) – Come on, William! Let's both continue!
William gripped Sarah's foot until Dora, with her other foot, slapped Sarah's and then gripped William's to push.
(Sarah/Dora, slapping their feet) – No!
They were slapping each other's feet more and more, gradually gripping each other's.
(Sarah) – Hey, but…
Suddenly, they both pushed with their feet. They gave a good push, and then their feet separated. William was ready to say he preferred Sarah, but…
(Sarah/Dora) – Wait…
(Sarah) – But…
(Dora, gripping their feet again) – But…
(Sarah) – We have the same feet!
(Dora) – Same feet! I wear a size 10!
(Sarah) – Me too!
Opening their eyes wide, the two women giggled. Dora started rubbing their toes, and Sarah laughed even harder.
(Sarah, rubbing harder) – The foot?
(Dora, rubbing the whole foot) – The foot!
Laughing and pinching their noses, they rubbed their feet harder and harder. William, putting his feet on the ground, watched, getting a full-blown erection.
(Dora, whispering as she sat up) – Damn, I love this!
Sarah giggled, rubbing her feet even harder, lifting them higher and higher. This went on for a while, and William, embarrassed, tried to intervene.
(William) – Uh…girls?
(Dora, standing up) – Come on, come with me!
Laughing, Sarah got up and followed Dora out of the house, leaving William alone on the sofa.
(William) – Well…girls...