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I was a young college student, struggling to make ends meet. The tuition fees were a mountain of debt, and I was desperate for ways to earn extra cash. One day, while browsing online, I stumbled upon a peculiar website: a community of foot fetishists who were willing to pay good money for the privilege of sniffing a college girl’s feet. Intrigued and in need of money, I decided to give it a shot.

My first client was a middle-aged man named Edward. He had a gentle demeanor and kind eyes, hiding behind wire-framed glasses. We met at a cozy café near campus. He was nervous, fidgeting with his coffee cup, while I tried to maintain a casual smile.

“So, you’re a foot fetishist?” I asked, trying to break the ice.

“Yes, I am,” he admitted, blushing slightly. “Your ad was very enticing.”

“Well, I’m here to make some extra money,” I said with a shrug. “And if my feet can help you relax, that’s a win-win.”

He nodded, taking a deep breath. “Can I see them?”

I slipped off my shoes, revealing my soft polished pedicured feet. He leaned in, his eyes widening as he took in the sight. “They’re beautiful,” he whispered.

A week later, we met at his apartment. I wore a pair of my best socks, knowing he would enjoy them. He was eager, leading me to the living room and asking me to sit. I crossed my legs, giving him a good view of my feet.

“Can I touch them?” he asked, his voice trembling.

“Not yet,” I teased. “But you can start with the socks.”

He knelt before me, his hands gently caressing the fabric. He brought my sock-clad foot to his nose, inhaling deeply. “Mmm,” he murmured, “they smell so good.”

I smiled, watching him. “You’re not so bad yourself,” I said, leaning forward to sniff his neck. “A bit of cologne, a bit of sweat. Very masculine.”

He blushed again but seemed pleased. “Thank you,” he managed to say.

After a while, I slipped off the socks, revealing my bare feet. He looked at them with awe, reaching out to touch them gently. His fingers traced my instep, my ankles, and the soles of my feet. He was gentle, as he worshipped everything about my perfect soft milky skinned feet.  

As his cock grew inside his pants, he shifted in his hips trying to get comfortable with such a big hard on. He eventually asked “Can I take it out?” I smiled and agreed just nodding my head slightly. 

He began to unzip his pants reaching in to free his thick 8 inches. I was a little shocked and had to hold back from smiling too much. Slowly he started rubbing his cock while his tongue crept between his lips to lick my soles ever so gently. 

Breathlessly he whispered “Can I rub my cock on your perfect soft feet my Goddess…” 

“You may”  

My feet were covered in saliva as he brought his cock up to my soles, sliding it up and down. I could feel him squeeze pre cum onto the balls on my feet. 

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