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BBW Claire (& Her Socks)After our first night together, Claire and I began to see each other regularly. We indulged in a wide array of sexual acts, one of the most memorable of which was how I would worship her feet in socks.I have always had a fetish for girls in socks. How they look on a girls feet, how they feel to touch, how they smell. On our first night together, I had asked Claire to keep her socks on. She had been wearing the most adorable white and pink striped ankle socks. I was tempted to sniff her sock covered feet and ask her to give me a footjob with them but I reckoned this would be too weird for her.After fucking Claire, I had asked her if she wanted to spend the night at my place the following Friday. She informed me that it was her ‘time of the month’ and that another night of fucking wasn’t an option. I enjoyed her company so I agreed for her to stay over at mine anyway, even though I knew that I wouldn’t be fucking her.That Friday evening, we had some drinks and chilled. We layed on my couch watching TV, kissing, cuddling and chatting. Claire was wearing black jeans, and a white top. I noticed that when she took her trainers off, she was wearing lovely little sky blue ankle socks. I kept looking at how nice her feet looked in them. The conversation inevitably turned to sex. We chatted about the previous weekends antics and how much we both enjoyed it. She said to me “I hope you don’t mind me asking but why did you ask me to keep my socks on?”.I was mildly embarassed but honest with her “I know you’ll probably find it strange but I have a thing for girls in socks”. “Really?” She replied “I don’t think it’s strange at all”. She then asked “What is it you like about girls in socks then?”. I explained that I love how they look on a girls feet. She promptly lifted the bottom of her jeans to display her cute socks in all their glory. “Do you like these?” she enquired. “Yeah they look really hot” I replied.She then sat up and layed back on the couch, putting her feet on my lap. I was transfixed on her socked feet as she asked “Would you like to give me a foot massage?”. As soon as the words had left her mouth, I instantly agreed. I put my hands on her feet and slowly rubbed them, starting at her ankles and working my way down to her toes. “Mmm I love having my feet rubbed” she announced.My cock was stiffening as I massaged her toes through her cotton socks, a bulge was beginning to develop in my shorts. She noticed the bulge appearing and joked “Wow these socks are really getting you going”. I was speechless, I wanted to bury my face in her feet immediately but decided to take my time and savour this special moment.She then placed a foot on the bulge in my shorts and moved it back and forth, the sole of her foot massaging my now rigid shaft. I slowly held her other ankle and raised her socked foot towards my face, kissing her sole and sniffing her toes. She raised her other foot, till both feet covered my face, her toes pressed against my nose. I inhaled Claire’s sexy foot aroma to the sound of her telling me “Yeah go on, give them a sniff”. I breathed in and was ordered “Give them a proper sniff, smell my feet”.Her sweaty toes were sending my hormones into overdrive, I quickly yanked down my shorts and released my stiff member. Her eyes fixed on it, as I masturbated in front of her. She demanded “Yeah wank your cock, you dirty bastard”. I very much liked this turn of events, Claire was taking control. I sniffed at her feet and wanked off for her, looking into her eyes as I worshipped her sweaty blue socks.With the smell of her feet now firmly in my nose, she dropped her legs and put them on either side of my cock. I instinctively placed my cock between her beautiful socked feet and pushed them together, her arches squeezing my cock. She held the underside of her thighs for extra support and commenced with a slow footjob on my boner.This was heaven, my first sockjob. It was 2004, I had never searched internet porn and had absolutely no knowledge of whether or not other people liked this kind of thing. This was a year or two before I had ever heard the terms ‘footjob’ or ‘sockjob’. In the near future, I would learn that it is a very common fetish and the internet is awash with every concievable kink for sock enthusiasts.”How does that feel?” Claire asked. “Unbelievable” I almost stammered in reply. I watched in amazement as her sky blue socks moved up and down, jerking my cock. She would stop randomly and rub her feet on my balls and on my legs, and raise a foot to my face to let me kiss and smell her socks.The profanity then flowed from yalova escort her mouth like a river. “You’re a fucking pervert!” she sternly stated. I had never been verbally abused by a girl in this way and I was loving every minute of it. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”, “Getting horny for a girl’s feet, you’re such a dirty bastard”. “You probably steal girls smelly socks and have a wank with them, don’t you?” You fucking freak”. I grabbed her ankles and steadily fucked her feet with her abusive words ringing in my ears “You want to spunk on my socks don’t you?”. I certainly did and I meekly responded with a shaky “Yeah”.Events took a further twist when this naughty girl sat side by side with me on the couch and took off her socks. “Here, if you like my socks so much you can have this” was her prelude to her sweaty sock being stuffed into my mouth. I tasted her foot sweat as she placed the other sock onto my cock like a condom and jerked it hard. I was hard as steel as she participated in one of her now familiar ‘psycho handjobs’. Her teeth gritted as her hand beat my meat with an aggressive passion.”Come on, jizz in my sock” she authoratively stated “Pump your dirty load into my sock, you filthy cunt”. The depravity of her words had my entire body pulsating and with an almighty whoosh, my throbbing prick erupted into her sock. Her hand kept momentum till she made sure of draining every last drop of juice from my balls. The dirty talking exhibition rolled on ‘That’s it, get all that cum out”, “You fucking pervert”.I layed back on the couch and removed the socks from my mouth and cock and threw them on the floor. “Did that hit the spot?” she queried. I layed back on the couch with my shorts around my ankles and answered “That was perfect Claire, how did you know what to say?”.As I cleaned myself and pulled my shorts back up, she enlightened me “You’re not the first guy I’ve been with who had a foot fetish, my ex loved my feet”. He liked to cum on my feet, I love that too”. I had never before been with a girl who loved having someone play with her feet. I was determined to make the most of it.Afterwards Claire put on some clean socks, little white ankle socks with black skull and crossbones. I commented on how much I liked them and told her “Those socks are gonna make my cock hard again”. She laughed and said “You’re such a dirty boy”.We slept together in bed that night, with her wearing only big white fullback cotton briefs and those lovely socks. I awoke the next morning with a raging hardon, I pulled the covers back to look at her panty covered ass and perfect socked feet.I just couldn’t help myself. As she slept peacefully in my bed, I touched and rubbed her feet. She stirred a little but didn’t awake, even as I pressed my nose against the underside of her toes and breathed in her foot scent. I quickly whipped off my boxer shorts and set about wanking my stiff cock. The feeling intensified by the taboo nature of my behaviour. With her sleeping on her side, I placed my pulsating cock between her sock covered feet and began to fuck them.She stirred again, only this time she was waking up and turned around to see what was happening. She looked down to see me sat on the end of the bed, with an extreme boner and my hands on her feet. “For fuck sake!” My naughty foot slut protested “Are you getting horny for my socks again?”. “Yeah I’m gonna fuck them” I declared “Just lay back”.With my cock between her sock clad arches, I gripped her ankles and slowly fucked her feet. Thrusting up and down whilst looking her in the eyes. “I’m gonna have to play with myself” she matter-of-factly announced as she slipped a hand down the front of her big white granny panties. Her pad visible through the cotton, as she frantically rubbed her clit.Claire’s big tits and hot belly wobbled as she played with herself and her thick thighs wobbled as I fucked her feet. I watched the splendour of her insatiable fat body, rippling as we both got ourselves off. She informed me “I’ve been horny as fuck since last night”. I enquired “Do you want me to fuck you?”, with her explaining “Sorry, I’m still on but I’ll be ok to fuck on Monday”. I didn’t mind, seeing as I still had my prick between her socked feet.She then demanded “Tell me what you’re gonna do to me on Monday”. I momentarily stopped fucking her feet, wrapped a hand around my cock and wanked off whilst talking utter filth to my BBW slut. “I’m gonna stick it up your cunt, you fucking slag” was my opening gambit. This drove her wild, her chunky body convulsing as she fingered her button in her panties.”Are you gonna sniff escort yalova my socks when you fuck me?” She questioned. I affirmed “Yeah let me sniff them now”. Without further ado , I immersed my face on the soles of her socked feet and smelled her toes. “Sniff my socks you dirty perv” she instructed me, adding “Do you like m*****ing girls when they’re sleeping?”. I was stuck for words and simply replied “mmmmm”, as I continued savouring her fragrant feet whilst wanking my hard cock with vigour.She continued “I can’t believe you were fucking my feet when I was sleeping”. “You’re such a fucking creep”. I retorted “You fucking love it you dirty cow”, “Don’t make yourself out to be an angel when we both know you’re a slut”. Her fingers moved as fast as lightning as we talked filth to each other, the dialogue evidently pushing her buttons.”I’m gonna cum” she blurted out, whilst her large body trembled and rippled. I knelt in front of her, masturbating to the wonderful sight and dominantly declared “Thats it slut, cum for me”. With her hand down her knickers, she reached a bucking orgasm. Moaning and twitching in ecstasy.As she was regaining her composure, she sat up and said “Come on then, wank over my socks”. I did exactly that, beating my meat passionately as she wiggled her toes on my balls. That all too familiar feeling washed over my body, my balls tingled and whoosh! I exploded all over her pretty socked feet, aiming towards her toes and spraying a heavy load.”You fucking pervert” was her latest insult “I can feel your spunk dripping between my toes”. I said nothing. Having jerked every last drop of cum from my balls, I just knelt there, still slightly dazed. “Lick your cum off my socks” was her next demand. I had never done anything like this before and was rather reluctant to indulge in her dirty demand.I hesitated for a few seconds then before I could refuse, she sat back, lifted her legs and began to rub her cum soaked feet all over my face. My own cum was being smeared on my face as she continued with her aggressive tirade ‘”You’re gonna lick your spunk off my socks now”, “It’s your punishment for sexually assaulting me in my sleep”. “You’re getting off lightly, I could go to the police and have you locked up you fucking perv”.I held one of her feet at the ankle and took her sock covered toes into my mouth. “Suck them” she demanded “Taste your cum”. I sucked on her toes and tasted my salty semen. She then took her socks off and insisted that I lick the cum from between her toes. I could see the glistening of my jizz and ran my tongue between her toes, tasting a mix of my cum and her foot sweat.A real bond was developing between us, we were now spending a lot of time together and finding out about one another’s turn ons and turn offs. I had learned that she liked to be treated like a slut and talk dirty. That she also liked to switch and take control. She loved anal and being hurt. Claire learned about my kinks. Some she didn’t like but for the most part, she was happy to indulge my fetishes (mostly my foot fetish).On another memorable night, Claire and I had our dirtiest foot / sock fetish session. It was a Sunday, Claire and her work mates had taken part in a sponsored country walk for charity. They had spent a few hours walking and had gone for a few drinks afterwards. Claire texted me from the pub they were drinking and informed that she was coming to my place afterwards, to sleep over.At around 9pm, a slightly drunk and very tired Claire turned up at my flat. She removed her coat and we sat together on the couch and chatted. She explained how the sponsored walk had been a real slog for her, she was a big girl and struggled with her weight and fitness issues. The rigours of her strenuous day and the alcohol she had consumed had her exhausted, she periodically dozed off then snapped awake again.”Go to bed Claire, you’re exhausted” I offered. “No it’s ok” she replied “I want to stay up for a while with you”. She still had the same clothes on that she had been wearing all day, woolen jumper, cargo pants and hiking boots. She always kept a change of clothes, night wear and underwear at my place so I suggested she might want to have a shower and change into her pyjamas. She said she was too tired to shower and that she would wait till morning so I fetched her clean pyjamas and brought them to her on the couch.She sat on the edge of the couch, untied the laces on her hiking boots and removed them. I looked down at her sexy black cotton socks as she stood up to remove her jumper and t shirt, exposing her lush fat belly and big tits in yalova escort bayan a black cotton bra. Before she began to removed her trousers, I had caught a whiff of something in my nostrils. Initially it was a faint aroma but it quickly became an incredibly potent and pungent scent filling the room.I instantly realised that Claire’s feet were the cause of this strong odour, she had been wearing those boots all day and only now were her sweaty feet and socks being aired for the first time. As she slipped off her trousers, I could see that she was behaving uneasily. She stood in front of me, dressed in bra, briefs and calf length socks, all black, all cotton. She looked down at me on the couch and in a shameful and embarassing manner, began to apologise for the smell that her feet were creating.I put her at ease and reassured her that she shouldn’t feel embarasssed. Her stinky feet and socks were getting my blood racing, I knew how dirty and wrong it was but the scent was like an aphodisiac. “I think I will just have a shower after all” she meekly said, in an effort to regain what she seemed to perceive as lost dignity. She had no need to attempt to redeem herself in my eyes, I was in a state of bliss with this assault to my senses.Knowing that she would soon be clean and fresh after her shower, I had to seize my moment and in my haste I announced “I want to sniff your feet”. She really was embarassed and pleadingly countered “Oh no, they’re horrible”. “I’ve had those boots on since 9am, I would rather not”. Undeterred, I proceeded to focus on my goal. “Just lay back” I instructed, informing her that “You don’t have to do anything”.She reluctantly layed back on the couch with her head on the arm rest and in just her underwear, she placed her unwashed sock covered feet on my lap. I lowered my head and could already smell the strong odour eminating from her feet. I pushed my nose tightly against the underside of her toes and took an extremely deep inward breath through my nose.My senses were assaulted in a way I could never have imagined. The smell was so overpowering that it literally took my breath away. I coughed as her sweaty foot odour caught in the back of my throat. “Oh fuck, your socks smell so bad” I stammered “You’re toes are fucking disgusting”. “Not so keen on my feet now are you?” Claire laughed, expecting me to be so turned off that I was bound to want to stop. “No, not at all” I proudly stated “It’s making my cock hard”In a split second, I had removed all of my clothes and had retaken my seat on the couch with her feet on my lap. This offensive smell had permeated to such an extent that I never thought possible. I sniffed her stinky toes and masturbated. Marvelling at how her black cotton socks were literally stuck to the soles and toes of her feet with dried sweat.Claire was so tired this night that she didn’t indulge me with her customary dirty talk. She just laid back and allowed me to worship her feet in any which way I desired. I didn’t have a lot to say either, I was so engrossed by her feet fragrance. I inevitably began to masturbate with her socks rubbing over my face.I placed a hand on one of her feet and moved it towards my mouth. The foul smell from her toes already in my nose, I nervously opened my mouth. Her five toes squeezed into my mouth, I bgan to suck her sock covered toes. The taste immediately filled my mouth, a sweet sweaty taste. It felt dirty and disgusting but that was what was making it even hotter.I wanked my rock hard cock with her toe sweat dominating my senses and felt that sudden urge. I quickly stood up and without adequate warning, sprayed my warm sperm all over her sweaty socked feet and legs. I expelled every drop before sitting back down on the couch. Claire instantly stood up and declared “I’m gonna have a shower now”.After her shower, she sat back down on the couch in her blue pyjamas. Her foot scent continued to linger in the air, this was clearly bothering her. She gathered her dirty clothes and put them in the washing machine. Then she opened a window and sprayed an air freshener. She retook her seat on the couch and complained that she could still smell it. I explained that I could smell it on my face and body and cock and that I could still taste it.After I had showered and brushed my teeth, she was finally satisfied that the smell had gone. She informed me that this dirty foot sniffing session was something which she didn’t particularly enjoy but that she found it a turn on to see how horny it made me.We had many more nights of foot sex and a great deal of other dirty activities. Claire would satisfy a few of my fetishes. Other girls I had been with had satisfied some of my kinks but none of them seemed to enjoy it as much as Claire. She was upfront, sexually confident and showed her enjoyment whenever we indulged in naughty acts.
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