When I slapped the meaty wreckage of her MILF asshole with the top of my foot, the sloppy slapping sound it made echoed through the room as she moaned in lust.
This bored, sexually repressed housewife had come to me to live out the depths of her most sordid sexual fantasies in person, and she had truly been given what she deserved.
Then, as I watched her hungrily lick the filthy mixture of lube, spit, and squirt from my divine toes, I was content that this lesbian foot sex story was complete.
Reserved for the more hardcore foot fetishists with a strong stomach, the following is the entire lesbian foot sex story, exactly as it happened. Prepare yourself.
How I Lured In A Cheating Wife Of The Filthiest Kind
Physically or psychologically, in-person or online, I adore subjugating men in various twisted ways.
But most of all, I love to dominate their wives and pleasure them in ways they never can. Thankfully, there’s an app for that! (PLACE AFFILIATE LINK BELOW)
I’m often trawling Ashley Madison, the notorious site for cheating wives and husbands, to find promiscuous spouses eager to serve at the feet of a Domme like me.
I’ve had some absolutely filthy meets through Ashley Madison, but few were as sordid as my recent meeting with Chelsea. A cheating wife of the sleaziest kind.
In her late-40s, Chelsea was a former trophy wife whose love life had all but died. Left alone at home most days, she had fallen down the rabbit hole of increasingly extreme porn.
“On her knees, she proceeded to hungrily suck the blend of lube and the musky taste of her own MILF ass from my toes and lick the entire length of my sordid foot.”
In particular, she had developed a lust for foot fetish and anal porn. The latter had led her to enjoy the joys of anal sex with random men, whilst the former had spawned a lust to combine them.
Blonde, mature, and boasting a divine pair of silicone tits, this trophy wife had my pussy wet from the onset.
Chelsea had never been with a woman before, never mind one almost half her age, but I knew just how to corrupt a sex-starved female who was keen to expand her kinks.
Within a few hours, Chelsea and I had set a date. She was to come to my house on a Friday night and put herself at my mercy.
When she arrived, she was shaking nervously about what would happen. When she left, her legs trembled like a baby deer after lesbian foot sex and relentless anal orgasms.
Prepare Yourself, Chelsea
I settled Chelsea in with a few glasses of wine. As we got to know each other, I felt my pussy pump whenever I saw this MILF’s fake tits remain stationary when her body moved.
She was dressed in a faux leather skirt that reached just above her knee, stockings, high heels, and a blouse that only left a tiny percentage of her silicone tits to the imagination.
“I love your outfit,” I asked whilst crossing my legs, causing Chelsea’s hypnotized eyes to track my feet, “but did you do what I asked you on Ashley Madison?”
Chelsea nervously spread her legs and hiked up her skirt without saying a word to reveal a large, black butt plug inside her ass. A beautiful compliment to her mature MILF pussy.
“Good girl”, I muttered with a hint of pride. I’d ordered Chelsea to wear the plug all day. Because of what I had planned, she would need the training.
As soon as she was relaxed, I plunged my tongue down this sex-starved MILF’s throat and squeezed her audacious plastic tits whilst I yanked and twisted the plug inside her ass.
“After tonight, your ass will never be the same again”, I said whilst looking her dead in the eye, “but I’m going to fuck you harder than your husband ever could. Are you ready?”
Chelsea was speechless but followed me by the hand into my bedroom. The collective feminine sexual energy radiating off us was enough to make you drunk.
“Come and take a seat”, I said, lying back on my bed. “Not, not there; here!” I said, pointing to my face when Chelsea sat awkwardly on the end of my bed.
In a 69 position, I gripped Chelsea’s black high heels on either side of my head and hungrily tongued her MILF pussy to make her moan like a whore.
I knew my way around a woman’s pussy and all of the back alleys to a world of ecstasy that lay within.
Her husband had criminally neglected her soft, meaty pussy, and I had much catching up to do.
For over an hour, I brought Chelsea to the brink of orgasm and cruelly snatched it away from her as her mouth formed an O shape.
She crushed her pussy so tightly onto my face that her meaty labia almost touched my earlobes. Her hips pumped across my nose and tongue like a traction engine.
I toyed with Chelsea’s MILF ass the entire time using an array of increasingly larger toys, leaving her asshole gaping, and her body was a quivering mess that craved orgasm.
“Chelsea, it’s time,” I said coldly whilst lifting her off and wiping away a pool of her pussy juices off my face. “Take the fisting lube from the table and drop to your knees!”
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I presented my soft, alluring, petite feet in Chelsea’s shaking MILF hands.
In an almost ritualistic ceremony, she cleansed them with a foot bath and gently dried them before applying the lube. The cold kiss of the lubricant made me shiver all over.
Softly and sensually, this sex-starved MILF caressed and coated every inch of my divine feet in a thick layer of fisting lube as I gazed down at her beautiful MILF body.
“Don’t forget to lube up between my toes, darling”, I said whilst wiggling my foot in front of her eyes.
As Chelsea’s fingers explored the crevices of my toes, I watched her lubed-up wedding ring slide around the foot, which was soon going to be making love to her MILF ass.
My pussy throbbed and leaked at the sight. I could have let Chelsea lube up my feet all night, but lust was calling.
“You’re done”, I said in a low, horny grunt, “lie on the bed and prepare yourself!”
Placing a stool at the end of the bed, I ordered Chelsea to present her ass to me and spread her cheeks, providing a divine view of her MILF pussy and gaping asshole.
“I twisted, thrust, pulled out, and threw my foot back in again. The sexual carnage had begun.”
I teased her further. My red-painted toenails trailed the outline of her sphincter, again and again, causing her to shiver all over.
Curling four of my toes, I slid my big toe inside her like the head of a man’s cock. Instinctively, Chelsea thrust her ass back onto it.
The sight of my shiny-lubed foot sliding into her asshole inch by inch will stay with me forever. It felt like playing with a toy. The more I progressed, the louder she moaned.
Chelsea’s engorged sphincter was now almost up to the ball of my foot. I twisted, thrust, pulled out, and threw my foot back in again. The sexual carnage had begun.
Chelsea moaned like a whore and gripped her silicone tits in ecstasy. She was being sexually liberated in the most extreme of ways.
If only her husband could see her now, I thought.
Squirts
For the next hour, I interchangeably foot fucked Chelsea’s hungry ass as she grunted and moaned her way through a lesbian anal ecstasy experience.
With one foot resting on the ground between her soft legs and the other buried deep inside her ass, I was rewarded with a beautifully sordid blend of sensations.
My foot inside her burned with the intense heat of her well-fucked ass whilst my foot on the ground was cool in the night air and constantly splashed with her pussy juices and lube.
*squealchhhh* Chelsea’s ass moaned as I rudely twisted my ankle and gaped her even further. Her body was rattling like an addict looking for a fix. She needed to cum. Now!
“Chelsea, you have my permission to rub your clit”, I said generously, “you’re allowed to make yourself cum as hard as you like”.
“Ohh, fuck… Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” Chelsea cried desperately.
With the end near, I thrust my foot in and out of Chelsea’s MILF ass with so much momentum it was enough to make you dizzy.
The noise of her lubed-up ass being decimated tore through the room, and she released those deep, guttural moans that only come with hard, rough and extreme anal sex.
“I’m… I’m going to cum… Oh god… Oh… My… Goddddd!” Chelsea screamed, drunk with lust.
“Good girl. Now, repeat after me: I serve the divine feet of my goddess, and I’m thankful for being allowed to cum on them,” I ordered.
“I… I ser- nggguuhhhhhh!” Chelsea had lost her ability to string a sentence together.
I felt it before I saw it. As one foot pumped her asshole relentlessly, this MILF unleashed a gush of squirt from her pussy all over my other foot which lay between her legs.
Her eyes rolled, her tongue protruded, and her body shook wildly. Our lesbian foot sex session had led to the most powerful orgasm of this married MILF’s life.
My foot pulled out of her body with unceremonious squelch; it was now a filthy mess of sloppy lube. My other foot was glazed with the sweet juices of female ejaculate.
I gave Chelsea a few minutes to recover before giving her the final task of the night: The cleanup.
“Back on your knees and lick my divine feet clean!” I barked at her.
The Cleanup
Chelsea’s blonde MILF hair was stuck to her face by the sporadic lube and pussy juices she’d transferred in the heat of our lesbian foot sex session.
On her knees, she proceeded to hungrily suck the blend of lube and the musky taste of her own MILF ass from my toes and lick the entire length of my sordid foot.
As her body moved, I saw droplets of squirt dripping from her quivering pussy onto the carpet below.
As soon as she had cleaned one of my feet, I slid it between her hot pussy lips and started rubbing her clit with the roof of my foot, causing her to moan wildly, muffled by the other foot firmly in her mouth.
The cocktail of lube and her squirt dribbled from the corner of her mouth as she looked up at me and had a sheer look of surrender in her eyes.
“I’m gonna fuckin’ cum again!” she said with her voice trembling.
Her mouth wrapped around my toes, and I felt her lustful moans vibrate through my leg as her pussy gurgled all over my foot, caking it in the sweet juices of the female body.
Chelsea collapsed in a post-orgasm daze as her gaped ass contracted. I flicked my foot over her and sprayed her with the remnants of her second squirt.
Not long after, she left hurriedly and looked ashamed of the taboo lesbian foot sex we’d just undergone and probably questioned her unfaithful behaviour as a married woman.
Shortly after, her Ashley Madison profile vanished. I honestly never expected to hear from Chelsea again. But few people come to worship my feet without becoming addicted.
A few weeks later, I received a message on Ashley Madison again. It was Chelsea on a new profile. Her message read: When can I see you again?
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