Sock and Shoe Sniffing.
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Sock and Shoe Sniffing.
I haven't had the opportunity for true foot smelling with someone, unfortunately - the most contact I've had with female feet is tickling, which is of course always pleasant - but I have indulged in some sock and shoe smelling. I remember that I'd enter the girls changing rooms at high school, when everyone else was busy in gym class, and sneak a sniff of some sneakers. I'd take a mental note of the shoes that a particular girl I happened to like had been wearing, so I could focus on them. The smells on offer were all different, some cheesy, some like popcorn, some mild and others strong. It was like a candy shop! I justed loved to cum inside a pair of their shoes, and laughed at the idea of one of the girls finding a gooey white mess waiting for her!
By far the most potent shoes I had ever smelt were those of my cousins. My two female cousins would occasionally visit from England. At the time of this little story they were 14 and 16, both with blond hair and very shapely. They are both really attractive, and I don't care what social norms say about that (nevertheless, I never intended to take it seriously). Whenever I caught a glimpse of their feet it was like looking through a little window to heaven. The 14 year old, Gemma, with shorter hair, had long, sexy black painted toenails and pale, creamy size 5 feet. She was going through some stupid gothic phase at the time, hence the black, haha. The other, Nicole, with shoulder length hair, had cute, small and stubby unpainted toes, and her size 6 soles... ahh, the smoothest I've ever seen.
I never really mixed with them though, they usually just went out to see tourist attractions with the rest of my family, and it was at these times when I had opted to stay behind that I would sneak into the guest room that they both shared looking for foot apparel. There was always some articles of clothing lying around on the floor, a sure sign that they had been worn beforehand. I picked up a pair of black socks with a skull and crossbones design belonging to Gemma, and found them to be slightly damp. My heart gave a tiny leap of joy, here I am holding her fresh foot sweat! I took them into my bedroom, and pulled one sock inside-out, exposing the area where her beautiful sweaty toes had been not hours before, and put the other sock over my cock and masturbated furiously. I took deep sniff after sniff of her mildly cheesy, stale foot odor, reveling in the wetness of her sweat against my nose and the rough rubbing of the cotton against my cock. Needless to say, I came pretty hard. I had to put her socks into the washing machine, hoping that their absence would go unnoticed.
On another occasion I got a pair of Gemma's sexy low-down, strappy black heels. I took a few sniffs, but the smell was mostly of leather, so I took a cute little white ankle sock that was lying nearby instead. The smell was mildly cheddary and sufficiently arousing. I lay down, putting the sock over my nose and slipped my hands inside her shoes, and proceeded to give myself a shoejob. I gave sniff after furious sniff, pumping my cock in between the soles of the shoes, and as I felt the pressure in my balls mount, I threw everything aside and masturbated my cum all over and inside the shoe. The waves of pleasure made me pant deeply, and it was an effort to not just lie on the floor and fall asleep! I thought however, unlike in the high school changing room, that it would be best to clean up the mess I'd made. Time for every teenagers trusty ally to come into play, tissues! LOL
My most favorite one was undoubtedly Nicole's cute white flats. It was heaven and hell in one size 6 shoe! I had seen her wear them often, in fact almost everyday. As I once again snuck into their room, I spotted the unexpected treasure. I quickly went over and fell on my knees beside them. I stared in awe at the insoles. They were FILTHY. They had absorbed her foot sweat and left behind a perfect, albeit grimy, black/green and yellowish imprint of her gorgeous feet. I ran my finger from the toe area to the heel, and found it was very damp. I assumed this was why she had not bothered to wear them this time. I licked my finger, but the taste of her foot sweat was corrupted by my own salty flesh, so I decided to lick the insole instead. But, as I brought the shoe to my mouth, the most potent, extremely sharp vinegary stench assaulted my nose like a kick to the face. I dropped the shoe in shock, then stared at it hungrily with desire and apprehension. My penis just loved the smell, but my stomach didn't. It was frustrating. I wanted her foot sweat to seep into my nose, cover my tongue, and enter my brain with lusty desire, but it was so BAD! As I sat there I fantasized about being bound, gagged and forced to smell inside the shoe, with my sexy cousin holding it over my nose, mocking me. God, it got me so horny. I decided to hell with it, and took a massive deep sniff of the reeking confines of the shoe, but immediately moved my head with a 'Ewwuugh!'. I couldn't take it. I was beaten by a shoe. Despite this I masturbated hard, braving a few tentative sniffs every now and then, each time screwing up my face with disgust and frustration, and soon enough I came all over my hand and the floor. After this I wanted to make sure that her heavy foot odor would stay forever in my memory, so I put my nose right up against the toes imprint, and gave a deep sniff. My stomach flipped and I gagged, but my still hard cock gave an excited throb.
To this day I occasionally fantasize about Nicole sitting over me, my mouth gagged, her gorgeous toes cupping my nose, with an exact replica of the vinegary stink associated with her shoe. I just wish I was man enough to take it, but it always gets me off.
By far the most potent shoes I had ever smelt were those of my cousins. My two female cousins would occasionally visit from England. At the time of this little story they were 14 and 16, both with blond hair and very shapely. They are both really attractive, and I don't care what social norms say about that (nevertheless, I never intended to take it seriously). Whenever I caught a glimpse of their feet it was like looking through a little window to heaven. The 14 year old, Gemma, with shorter hair, had long, sexy black painted toenails and pale, creamy size 5 feet. She was going through some stupid gothic phase at the time, hence the black, haha. The other, Nicole, with shoulder length hair, had cute, small and stubby unpainted toes, and her size 6 soles... ahh, the smoothest I've ever seen.
I never really mixed with them though, they usually just went out to see tourist attractions with the rest of my family, and it was at these times when I had opted to stay behind that I would sneak into the guest room that they both shared looking for foot apparel. There was always some articles of clothing lying around on the floor, a sure sign that they had been worn beforehand. I picked up a pair of black socks with a skull and crossbones design belonging to Gemma, and found them to be slightly damp. My heart gave a tiny leap of joy, here I am holding her fresh foot sweat! I took them into my bedroom, and pulled one sock inside-out, exposing the area where her beautiful sweaty toes had been not hours before, and put the other sock over my cock and masturbated furiously. I took deep sniff after sniff of her mildly cheesy, stale foot odor, reveling in the wetness of her sweat against my nose and the rough rubbing of the cotton against my cock. Needless to say, I came pretty hard. I had to put her socks into the washing machine, hoping that their absence would go unnoticed.
On another occasion I got a pair of Gemma's sexy low-down, strappy black heels. I took a few sniffs, but the smell was mostly of leather, so I took a cute little white ankle sock that was lying nearby instead. The smell was mildly cheddary and sufficiently arousing. I lay down, putting the sock over my nose and slipped my hands inside her shoes, and proceeded to give myself a shoejob. I gave sniff after furious sniff, pumping my cock in between the soles of the shoes, and as I felt the pressure in my balls mount, I threw everything aside and masturbated my cum all over and inside the shoe. The waves of pleasure made me pant deeply, and it was an effort to not just lie on the floor and fall asleep! I thought however, unlike in the high school changing room, that it would be best to clean up the mess I'd made. Time for every teenagers trusty ally to come into play, tissues! LOL
My most favorite one was undoubtedly Nicole's cute white flats. It was heaven and hell in one size 6 shoe! I had seen her wear them often, in fact almost everyday. As I once again snuck into their room, I spotted the unexpected treasure. I quickly went over and fell on my knees beside them. I stared in awe at the insoles. They were FILTHY. They had absorbed her foot sweat and left behind a perfect, albeit grimy, black/green and yellowish imprint of her gorgeous feet. I ran my finger from the toe area to the heel, and found it was very damp. I assumed this was why she had not bothered to wear them this time. I licked my finger, but the taste of her foot sweat was corrupted by my own salty flesh, so I decided to lick the insole instead. But, as I brought the shoe to my mouth, the most potent, extremely sharp vinegary stench assaulted my nose like a kick to the face. I dropped the shoe in shock, then stared at it hungrily with desire and apprehension. My penis just loved the smell, but my stomach didn't. It was frustrating. I wanted her foot sweat to seep into my nose, cover my tongue, and enter my brain with lusty desire, but it was so BAD! As I sat there I fantasized about being bound, gagged and forced to smell inside the shoe, with my sexy cousin holding it over my nose, mocking me. God, it got me so horny. I decided to hell with it, and took a massive deep sniff of the reeking confines of the shoe, but immediately moved my head with a 'Ewwuugh!'. I couldn't take it. I was beaten by a shoe. Despite this I masturbated hard, braving a few tentative sniffs every now and then, each time screwing up my face with disgust and frustration, and soon enough I came all over my hand and the floor. After this I wanted to make sure that her heavy foot odor would stay forever in my memory, so I put my nose right up against the toes imprint, and gave a deep sniff. My stomach flipped and I gagged, but my still hard cock gave an excited throb.
To this day I occasionally fantasize about Nicole sitting over me, my mouth gagged, her gorgeous toes cupping my nose, with an exact replica of the vinegary stink associated with her shoe. I just wish I was man enough to take it, but it always gets me off.
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Re: Sock and Shoe Sniffing.
excellent storys dude...nice to hear of someone elses experiences
. I think there has only ever been one time when I've been beaten by a shoe and that had the same vinergary smell! Any how nice post!
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Re: Sock and Shoe Sniffing.
Sweet stories, dude. If you have your cousin's number, call her up and invite her over to your place so you can relive that wonderful experience.
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