Women’s Shoes Can Be Like Heroin

This story is dedicated to all you mature women that have a particular, expensive obsession. Some people might even consider it a form of addiction. It can be as enticing and irresistible as drugs, alcohol or sex. Of course I'm talking about high-end, expensive, fashionable women's shoes. All the characters in this story are way over 18 years of age and are obsessed with money, sex, women's feet, and of course, high-end fashionable footwear.

When it comes to women's bodies, all red blooded males have a preference for a particular part of a woman's body. Some men consider themselves to be ass men, or breast men or a leg man. All of these are teasers with one objective in mind. That one universal objective is a woman's pussy.

Of course I also enjoy ass, tits and legs, however my most powerful fetish or preference has always been a woman's feet. I discovered my passion for women's feet at a very young age while giving my mature stepmom foot massages at her request. I realized very quickly that a woman's feet can be a powerful erogenous zone on the female body almost as much as a woman's nipples, the back of her neck, the inside of her soft thighs and of course their desirable delectable pussy.

When I was an 18-year-old senior in high school my father remarried. My new stepmom Beverly was a beautiful, big tit, long legged brunette in her late 40s. She's the kind of woman that would give me and my buddies an instant hard-on regardless of what she was wearing. In particular, she loved sexy high heel shoes and loved foot massages.

Beverly was constantly asking my dad to give her a foot massage after her long days of standing as a hair stylist. Many times my dad would defer to me to give my new stepmom a well-deserved foot massage. I always jumped at the opportunity to get my hands on my new stepmom anyway I could.

I was always ready and willing to help her apply suntan lotion to her body, give her a soothing back and neck rub but my favorite was to the give my new milf stepmom and erotic foot massage because I knew she got off on it. My dad also knew it.

While massaging my stepmom's feet she would react by letting out some very erotic moans of pleasure, heavy breathing, and head thrashing from side to side. I would find out later in life that her reactions to my foot massages were very much the same as when I was eating a women's pussy. Right away I realized that the way to a woman's heart, and eventyally her pussy, could very well be through her feet.

I loved everything about giving my stepmom foot massages. I loved the touch and feel of her soft skin, the beauty of her long immaculately pedicured and polished toenails and even the aroma of her lovely perfumed feet.

I am pretty sure that Beverly knew that I enjoyed giving her foot massages as much as she enjoyed it. Many times it was difficult to conceal my raging 18-year-old hard on pushing against my pants, while she sat on the couch with me kneeling at her feet enjoying the view.

Many times she would lay on her back with some type of sports bra and very short shorts, giving me a beautiful view of her calves, inner thighs leading right up to her magnificent waxed pussy. I knew Beverly was totally waxed because my dad let that piece of information slip out one night after a couple beers.

I eventually came to suspect that my dad was using my foot massages on Beverly as foreplay to get her ready for sex later that night. My dad quickly learned my foot massages made Beverly very horny and he consistently had sex with her later on after I'd given her a foot massage. I also made the connection. One day I boldly asked him,

"Dad, we both know the effects my foot massages have on Beverly but I feel like I'm doing all the heavy lifting getting her ready for you. I know you two have sex almost every time I give her a massage. How about occasionally letting me finish what I start with Beverly. After all, she is only my stepmom, she's not my real mom."

I waited for his response to my bold suggestion not knowing how he would react. After a couple minutes of contemplation, my dad surprised me with his response. He said,

"Son, you are free to try anything you want with Beverly as long as I am not around. Don't abuse her however I'm gonna leave it up to you and her to see how far she will let you go. I just don't wanna know about it."

The following week my dad left town for a couple nights on a business trip. Now was my chance to put Beverly to the test.

I was waiting for Beverly when she arrived home tired and worn out after a long day of work. She was still wearing her knee length work dress and low heels from work, I suggested,

"Beverly you look exhausted. How about I give you a foot massage since dad isn't here to do it." I was totally setting up my new stepmom with every intention of seeing how far she would let me go.

She replied, "Oh my god, that sounds fantastic, thank you Jimmy. Let me go upstairs and change." I liked the way she was dressed in her work outfit and her dress would give me more easier access to her thighs and maybe her pussy. I said,

No, that's OK Beverly. Don't worry about changing. What you have on is just fine. Just take off your shoes and lay down on the floor. I don't have a whole lot of time, I need to leave in a while."

In reality, I had nowhere to go, I just didn't want her to change out of her easy access outfit. I was setting her up for the most erotic foot massage she had ever had.

Beverly was still wearing her pantyhose that she had worn to work that day. I loved the feel of massaging her feet and toes through her light pantyhose. I slowly worked every one of her pressure points and she immediately started into her usual erotic routine of soft moans and sighs while slowly turning her head from side to side. The more I increased the intensity of the pressure, the more she responded with louder moans and cries and serious head thrashing. Although it was unlikely, I almost sensed that I had the ability to make her climax by simply increasing my aggressiveness on her pressure points. I immediately increased the intensity on her pressure points.

I took the liberty of slightly spreading her legs apart while continuing to massage both her feet at the same time. Beverly was aware of what I was doing and could've stopped me at any moment, but she allowed me to open up her legs just enough to give me a nice look at her mature pussy through her sheer pantyhose.

If she was indeed going to climax, I wanted to get a good look at her glistening pussy through her sheer pantyhose. Once again she could've stopped me at any point, but she didn't. I continued aggressively massaging her toes and feet while getting a nice look at the wet spot on her pantyhose. She was obviously enjoying my work.

The combination of her feet being massaged, and having her legs gently spread apart by her stepson, set her off to the surprise of both of us. She had a screaming, heavy throated, toe curling climax. I could feel the power of her orgasm in her cramping, curling toes as my cock was straining to bust out of my pants. I kept massaging and I was relentless.

I kept massaging her curling cramping toes, and she let loose with another flurry of multiple orgasms. I had her where I wanted her and it was now time to test the waters.

I laid on my stomach with my head at her feet, and started sucking and kissing her toes putting all five toes of each foot in my mouth while massaging the bottom of her foot with my tongue. She was going crazy once again only this time she starting massaging her breasts through her dress with one hand and reached down and started rubbing her clit with the other. I was literally helping my new stepmother masturbate herself to a new level of multiple orgasms.

I continued my journey slowly kissing my way up my new stepmother's legs once again waiting for her to stop me. She continued to squirm on the floor rubbing her clit through her pantyhose. She was almost in a trance and It was obvious she liked the texture of the pantyhose against her clit. I continued moving past her knees, and started to kiss the inside of her thighs.

By now, my intentions should've been obvious to her, and I was totally waiting for her to put her hands on the top of my head and to stop me, but once again, she did not.

I pushed her skirt up to the top of her pantyhose getting my first clear. look at my stepmom's, puffy waxed pussy lips through her nylons. In one bold move, I ripped a hole in her pantyhose, revealing a beautiful, mature pussy.

The sound of the ripping pantyhose turned both of the song as she started bucking anticipating what was going to happen next. I decided to aggressively rip her pantyhose wide-open up to her waist band. The more I ripped the more she moaned.

I began to slowly massage her pussy with my tongue from her clit down to her asshole. She was once again, moaning, squirming and thrashing her head exactly how she had done it when I massaged her feet. It was almost as if there was a direct connection between the soles of her feet and the erotic soul of her pussy.

She took over by basically grabbing my head with both hands and grinding my face into her mature snatch, ending in more multiple orgasms. I was now ready to violate my new step mom's pussy with my rock hard 18 year old teenage cock. I wanted to feel what my dad felt when he had his cock buried up inside this mature beauty.

I continued my seduction of Beverly by getting up on my knees and unbuttoning the top of her dress to get my hands on those amazing surgically enhanced tits. Without removing her bra, I worked her tits. Out of her bra, rubbing her nipples with my thumbs getting them both fully erect.

I went back-and-forth, sucking her nipples with her head, continuing to thrash back-and-forth. I laid back down on top of her. I wanted her to feel the hardness of my cock through my pants pushing against her pussy. I was ready to violate my dad's new wife's mature pussy having his full consent.

I got up on my knees once again between her thighs and started to buckle my belt. That's when Beverly spoke the words that I had been anticipating to hear all afternoon,

"That's enough young man. We wouldn't want your father to be upset with us now would we?"

I was disappointed but I was not finished yet. I wanted her to get a good look at my throbbing cock to show her what she was missing. I was much better hung than my dad and I wanted her to know it.

Against her wishes I gently rubbed the head of my cock against her pussy opening teasing her lust thinking she would grab my hips and pull me inside of her, but she didn't.

She held her ground insisting that letting me fuck her was crossing the line and betraying my dad. If I went any further, I would be raping my stepmom. I must admit the idea of molesting my new stpemom excited me but I did not want to go there. I backed off letting her relax and catch her breath while she continued to stare watching my 18 year old cock grow soft.

I was disappointed, but at the same time I felt empowered that I had the ability to bring my trophy wife stepmom to the verge of total family incest by simply starting out with a foot massage. I knew right then I had a special talent and I found out what my sexy milf stepmother's limitation's were. I had taken my gorgeous stepmom up to the edge many times since then without my dad knowing and every time it started with a foot massage.

The whole episode with my stepmother got me to thinking. It made me realize that I truly had a fetish for women's beautiful feet and it also got me thinking about other possibilities. There had to be other women out there that had the same erotic passion for a good foot massage that they also felt in their pussy.

If I could get that far with my own stepmother, then imagine the possibilities with other women who might also appreciate my foot fetish and massage talents and passion. I went out to pursue my theory. I embarked on a mission to prove my theory that the best way to a woman's heart and her pussy is through her feet.

I had always been pretty good at sales, so I immediately applied for a sales position at the most upscale women's shoe store in Beverly Hills. I wanted to be around wealthy beautiful women who take care of themselves and have an extraordinary obsession with women's shoes with unlimited bank accounts. I found out very quickly that there are a lot of crazy, shoe obsessed women and there is a lot of money to be made in high-end women's footwear if you know how to play the game.

There was a definite profile of our typical customer. They all reminded me of the women in the Desparate Housewives. TV series. Wealthy, upscale trophy women in their 40s and 50s. They all seemed to be very familiar with cosmetic surgery to enhance their lips, their cheeks and their tits. They were all very arrogant, very flirtatious, very stylish, and very wealthy. I got to the point where I could quickly identify my type of customer as soon as she walked through the door.

I quickly refined my technique by first joking with them, and making them very comfortable. I flirted with them and gave them suggestions on some of the newest, most popular, most expensive shoes on the market. All these women wanted to be the first to have the best, and I only showed them the best.

As you probably suspected, I would start out every showing by gently, massaging their feet by explaining to them, they needed to be loose and comfortable to get the most benefit out of the shoes. That was my first step in getting inside their panties.

I could tell immediately which women had the direct connection between the soles of her feet and their magical, mature pussy. The ones that did have the connection would do just about anything to get their hands on a pair of rare stylish shoes that their jealous girlfriends could not.

Once I had identified my handful of top customers, I started to contact them via text, letting them know what new styles had just arrived at the store and what they needed to do to be first in line. New fashionable footwear was like heroine to these upscale, wealthy society women and best of all they were willing to do just about anything and pay any price to get them.

These women were so anxious for the latest fashions that they would pay me with money or sex for Inside information on new arrivals. They would also pay me to make house call sales visits so they could try on the shoes in the privacy of their home to be the first to have the latest style of shoe.

My wealthy, bisexual boss, Natalie totally approved of my sales system because I closed the sale with just about every customer.. Natalie moved in the same high society social circles as my customers and was known in Beverly Hills and Brentwood as the Queen of Fashion Footwear. Natalie had the same ulterior motive that I had. She wanted wealthy high society pussy as much as I did.

Natalie and I started to work as a team. We would wait for a new shipment to arrive, prioritize our target customers, and then reach out to them to arrange a private showing in their home. Our customers knew how to play the game and would typically set up appointments when their husbands were out of town, or when they knew their husbands would be occupied.

We let them know upfront, that if they didn't like what they saw, their other high society social friends probably would. We also made it very clear to these women that if they wanted to stay at the top of our preferred customer list, they not only needed to purchase a certain dollar amount of shoes per month, they also needed to put out.

Some people might consider that a form of blackmail, but not these women. These women were true shoe sluts, and would do anything to stay at the top of our list for preferred customer service. Natalie and I gave them the best customer service they ever had.

In home showings provided Natalie and I with the opportunity to sell and seduce these women in the privacy of their own homes. Being alone with them in their homes let us get one on one with these women so I can work on their feet and hopefully have them on their backs.

Samantha was one of our typical customers. Samantha was a beautiful redhead in her late 40s with more money than she knew what to do with. Her husband was a successful record producer and she had a passion for parties, plastic surgery and high-end expensive women's shoes. We also found out later she had a passion for young hard cock and to have her pussy eaten up by another woman. Natalie and I were equipped to do both.

Natalie and I started our sales and seduction routine with Samantha just as we do with every other customer. I started a very soft gentle foot massage on Samantha to get her warmed up while Natalie would present the new styles of shoes to her. it was like presenting heroin to an addict.

The combination of an erotic foot massage and the beautiful exotic women shoes had this addicted wealthy woman eating out of our hand. It was Samantha's special day to spend her husbands money and have her mature pussy explode with passion.

Samantha had made her selections of shoes and cut us a check for thousands of dollars. She knew what was coming next. I would continue my erotic foot massage on Samantha while Natalie went to work on her mature body slowly stripping her out of her clothes. I'm went to work on her surgically enhanced breasts and her nice firm inner thighs.

Natalie couldn't get enough of kissing Samantha's mature Botox lips, sucking on her rockhard nipples and licking out her landing strip accuntented pussy. I continued to drive Samantha crazy by attacking her pressure points on her feet. Natalie and I were getting her ready for our final assault. It was time for Samantha to put out.

I stepped aside, taking off my clothes while watching Natalie expertly attack Samantha begging pussy. Natalie was an expert working her way around Samantha's pussy without getting it puffy and swollen without actually touching her clit.

Natalie's tongue circling around Samantha's pussy without touching her clit was almost like an act of torture. I pinned Samantha's arms over her head to the floor so she could not touch her own clit. Natalie continued her erotic tongue dance by licking the inside of Samantha spread thighs and tugging on Samantha's trimmed landing strip with her teeth.

When Samantha started begging and crying with lust, Natalie knew it was time. Natalie gently locked onto Samantha's clit with a combination slight suction and flicking tongue while I laid my cock and balls, on Samantha's mature, wealthy face.

The combination of my cock and balls in Samantha's face, and Natalie's expert oral skills had Samantha screaming, crying, twitching, and moaning. It was too much for Samantha as she squirted the bed.

Natalie was as turned on and did not back off even though she was being sprayed with Samantha's pussy juice. Both Natalie and I backed off to watch Samantha almost pass out with her body twitching with shakey shake syndrome. Samantha knew from past visits that we were just getting started with her.

Just like all our other customers, we made Samantha sign a non-disclosure full consent agreement confirming that everything that went on between us was consensual. That gave us a clear path to ravage these rich, wealthy women as they were our own wealthy, personal escorts.

Samantha enjoyed the feel of a young cock buried inside her 50 year old pussy as much as she liked her clit being sucked. She also liked to eat pussy. Natalie and I suspected Samanatha was also bisexual so we gave her a taste of both.

Women were turned on by Natalie's body as much as men were. Even though Natalie was in her mid-50s she worked out a lot and she was tight and firm without any type of enhancement. Women respected that and rewarded her by enjoying sucking her nipples and tasting her tight pussy.

With Samantha laying on her back, I took my place between her thighs while Natalie stood next to her slowly stripping off her clothes. Samantha enjoyed watching Natalie strip as much as she enjoyed watching my cock slowly work its way into her pussy.

All of our customers were well into their 40s and 50s and well beyond childbearing age, which allowed me to pound away and dump as many loads into their pussies as I wanted. It made them feel useful, having a young man dump a warm load deep in their bellies. I took a vantage of it.

Once Natalie was completely stripped, she liked to taunt our customers by putting on they're brand new shoes before squatting down on their face to have her pussy serviced.

Natalie squatted down on Samantha's face reverse cowgirl style so we could watch each other get off on Samantha. I could watch Samantha working Natalie's pussy while her nose was buried in Natalie's ass. Natalie fully intended to return favor of giving Samantha a full load of squirting pussy juice only this time, down her throat. At the same time I lifted Samantha 50 year old ass off the carpet and dumped a warm load of jizz. deep in her mature belly for her husband to taste later that night.

Natalie and I continued to successfully run the business for many many years with Natalie making me a full partner. After we had made enough money, and enjoyed enough mature pussy to last a lifetime, we decided to sell the business and move on.

I continued to feed my passion for women, s feet by opening up a foot massage therapy business maintaining my philosophy, that the best way to a woman's heart and pussy is through her feet.