Fulfilling a Fetish

Making love to the celeb's ass and feet.

Yes, this is a foot fetish story. There's other stuff, too, like blowjobs and ass-fucking. But if feet aren't your thing, this ain't for you.

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I was at a charity fundraiser, which, I was told beforehand, would play host to a number of celebrity guests. Standing in my best suit sipping a glass of champagne, I scanned the venue in the hopes of finding someone I recognised; sure enough, the more I looked, the more celebs I found.

I glimpsed Brooklyn Decker, wearing a tiny blue dress that showed off her beautiful features. I recognised Emilia Clarke of Game of Thrones fame, who was fixed into a complicated green outfit that accentuated her hips and legs. I saw Jessica Chastain, who had her red hair styled into curls and her impressive rack squeezed into a boob-tastic black dress. She looked ravishing, and I considered approaching her and chatting her up, but just as I attempted to muster some courage I heard a voice behind me.

"Nice shindig, huh?"

Surprised, I spun around to find The Amazing Spider-Man star Emma Stone smiling at me. Her hair was blonde and beautiful, looking similar to her character of Gwen Stacy. Her pale skin contrasted with her deep purple dress, which came down to her knees and showed off her slender legs. Her lips gleamed, her eyes sparkled, and there she stood, smiling. Simply put, she looked... well, amazing.

"Uh, yeah, it is!" I replied.

She noticed my nervousness instantly, and laughed. "Oh, man, that is hilarious." She put out her hand and offered a handshake. "I'm Emma, by the way."

"I certainly know who you are," I said, smiling as I clasped my hand against hers.

"Right," she smiled back.

I shook her hand, introduced myself, flirted a little and threw a dorky little gag in there, just for good measure. It didn't take long for me to feel a connection between us. At first I thought I was crazy; I mean, I was attempting to flirt with a Hollywood actress, for Christ's sake. But Emma was electrifying — she was breezy, honest, funny and beautiful.

After a period of time we had moved towards the bar, sipping small glasses of champagne. We hadn't stopped talking; it was like we were high schoolers at a party. When she wasn't looking I would stare at her, gazing at her legs and feet, lingering on her wonderful hair and pretty face. The crowd in the fundraiser was dwindling, and just as I worried the buzz was starting to die down, Emma put a hand on my shoulder.

"I'm having a tremendous amount of fun here, but I think I know something else we could do," she said.

"What did you have in mind?" I quizzed.

"Well... how about you accompany me back to my hotel?"

I stood, taken aback and overwhelmed with excitement. Finally, I picked my jaw off the floor and stuttered out a response. "Uh... yes! Yes, I would love to."

Emma smiled. "Awesome." She looked side to side, then leaned in. "Okay, follow me, we're gonna have to go with my security people."

She lead a trail through the crowd towards two similar-looking men in suits, who in turn lead us to a silver car waiting outside. The car ride was short and sharp, with a little bit of small talk helping calm my nerves. But then it hit me that I was sitting in a car with Emma Stone, on the way to her hotel, and hopefully about to have sex with her, and I almost fell to pieces.

Luckily, the driver announced the trip was over, whereby Emma thanked him and pushed her way out of the car. I followed suit, entering the gleaming hotel door and following her footsteps. I watched her walk, trailing my eyes up and down. She cocked her head and gave me a heart-melting, sultry smile, and stopped in front of room number 121. She thrust the key in the slot, turned the knob, ushered me inside and closed the door behind her.

"Alright, listen," she said, turning to face me. "I'm gonna put this out there: I want to have sex with you."

I stared into her deep, piercing eyes and nodded slowly.

"And I know you want to have sex with me because of how you acted tonight." Before I could ask what that meant, Emma shook her head. "Which was incredibly sweet and lovely, by the way. But we're not going to rush it, okay?"

My heart was close to stopping. "Okay," I replied softly.

"Okay," she said, closing her eyes and smiling, leaning in and offering me a kiss. Of course I accepted, closing my own eyes and turning my head to meet her oncoming lips. The kiss was alleviating and wonderful, and I moved my hand towards her head. I put my hand through Emma's hair, feeling her lovely blonde locks as we continued to make out.

We moved to the bed and locked lips once again, exploring the wetness of each other's mouths. I put my arms around her and added my tongue to the equation, which was met by an audible groan from the sexy starlet.

"Not going to rush it, remember?" she whispered.

"Right," I replied, standing up slowly and taking off my jacket.

We conversed for a little while, laughing and sharing stories. But I was getting restless. I wanted to fuck her, and so I tried to push things along.

"I never told you how beautiful you looked," I gushed.

"Aw, thank you," was her response. "There were a lot of pretty ladies there tonight. What did you think of them? Too demure, or too sexy?"

"Well," I replied, "I don't think there was anything too promiscuous, so..."

"Didn't you see Jessica Chastain? Her boobs were almost bursting out of her dress!" she gestured to create two globes around her breasts with her hands. "I don't have much to offer in the chest department, I'm afraid."

"I'm sure that's not true," I assured. Then, with a kiss, "Besides; I'm more of an ass man, anyway."

"Is that so?" she smiled. I started walking towards her and unbuttoned my shirt. I watched Em loosen up and slip off her right shoe, extending her leg and flexing her toes.

"Damn," I muttered, marvelling at her long legs, trailing my eyes down to her arched feet. I watched her tense her foot then curl her toes, taking note of the great size and shape. I imagined her placing them in my face, and me kissing them, licking them, even sticking my cock between them and fucking them. I imagined this Hollywood superstar groan and moan beautifully while I fucked her feet, and felt my dick grow hard in my pants.

But then Emma noticed that I was staring, so I quickly turned around, slightly embarrassed, as she laughed softly.

"You were staring at my feet," she said. "You're into feet, aren't you?"

My heart sunk. I wasn't normally attracted to them, but in this case they were driving me crazy. "Guilty as charged," I said, turning back around.

"So, we've got an ass man with a foot fetish? God, I might cum here and now." Instantly, my heart soared and my confidence returned. I was really going to pull this off. It was startling to hear her say that, but boy, am I glad she did.

Emma kicked off her other shoe, revealing her bare left foot, and manoeuvred to have her back facing me. "Could you unzip me?"

I complied, slowly pulling down the zipper until I glimpsed some lacy navy blue panties.

"Listen," she said, glancing at me. "Go in there and get undressed. I'll call you when I'm ready."

I nodded, and, with my eyes glued to the sight of her bare back, I entered the bathroom and shut the door.

I slipped off my unbuttoned shirt and yanked off my shoes, socks and pants, leaving my cloth-covered crotch to be exposed. My dick was thick, long, and fully erect, and along with the extremely obvious sexual excitement was the anxiety. I mean, I was about to have sex with Emma Stone. I don't recall fucking a Hollywood actress before; then again, I have been drunk at a lot of parties—

"I'm ready," I heard her say, and I'll admit my heart skipped a beat.

I slipped off my underpants and slowly twisted the doorknob, and fuck, was it a sight to behold.

She still had her back to me, though now her dress had joined her shoes on the carpet. She was as naked as I was, her beautiful blonde locks flowing down her back... but below that was the kicker. Emma was kneeling on the bed, with her feet flat on the sheets, and her ass resting atop her feet. She didn't have the biggest butt in the world, but the package as a whole was absolutely mesmerising.

Emma cocked her head towards me, taking a glimpse at my rock hard dick. "Mmm... I'm impressed."

I walked towards her and wondered whether I should make a move, or wait for her to do something.

"I thought," she began, "considering our, uh, understanding before, I'd give you free roam to this —" (she hovered her hands beside her hips and sprawled the fingers, gesturing to her bare ass and feet) "— wonderful area here."

I got close to her body and put my hands on her arms. "Wow."

"I've always wanted a man to lick from my toes to my ass," she said, eyes closed, smiling.

I breathed in and let the fact that Emma Stone was telling me to make love to her ass and feet sink in, then I started to get to work. I brought my face down to her feet and inhaled, marvelling at the magnificent scent and view. They were even better up close, soft and long, and she moaned quietly as my mouth brushed against them. Though I was trying to tease her, I then realised I was torturing myself; now I was begging myself to indulge in the feast she had offered.

I planted a kiss on her left foot, finally tasting her — put simply, it was heavenly. A light smooch on her right evened it out, before peppering kisses all the way up and down her soles.

"Yeah..." Emma groaned.

I flicked my tongue out just a fraction and made tiny wet spots on her left foot. I ran my mouth across her toes, noticing the slightly salty tinge between them, before kissing her smooth heel. Pushing myself up a little bit, I smiled and smothered my tongue horizontally across her feet, savouring the sweet taste of her soles. I washed my wet mouth back and forth and back and forth, memorising the grooves and bumps as she started to squeeze those divine feet together. Truth be told, I was amazed by just how delicious they were.

"You like that, Em?" I asked. "You like the way I lick your feet?"

"Mmmm, I do," she replied seductively. "I do, I do, I do. It's good." She turned to look at me. "Really good."

I responded by spitting directly in the middle of her right foot, which made her gasp. I collected the saliva with a broad stroke of my tongue, before repeating the process — spitting, kissing and swallowing that hot, sticky spit from Emma Stone's beautiful feet. I stuck my tongue between her big toe and the one next to it on her right foot, flicking it around, then I move on to the next gap, and the next gap, and the next gap. I put my mouth around her other big toe, sucking on it like a big baby, and listening to the delightful sounds escaping from her mouth.

I spent the next minute suckling the tiny bits of flesh, before I realised that this was just the bottom of the meal, and that I still had plenty to enjoy. I decided to do what she asked in the first place, so I opened my mouth wide, rested my tongue on her left toes and trailed all the way up her soles, up the bump of her heel, and up to her soft, peachy ass.

I groaned once I had my mouth on Emma's butt cheek, and she moaned loudly, louder than ever before. "Fuck, that's what I want. Keep going, baby, don't you dare stop."

I popped a kiss on her buttock then quickly manoeuvred up to get close to her face. I leaned in and stopped just as our lips touched. "Okay," I said, "but only because you asked nicely." I kissed her deeply, pushing her moist, tender lips against my own. Hesitating, I whispered, "Back to work."

I got back down to her butt and kissed from her right cheek to her soles, before licking all the way up her right side like I did the left. All the while, my cock had been throbbing uncontrollably, and I was desperate to give it some attention. I adjusted myself and put my hand on my shaft, squeezing it a little as I peppered kisses on her ass. But that wasn't enough. I needed to put my dick in something, or at the very least on something.

Moving up, I kept my grip on firmly on my prick and hovered it above her feet. We groaned together as I pressed my cock's head into her left sole, and I felt the pre-cum ooze out and squish into the grooves of her foot. I slowly took my dick away then repeated the process, this time pushing it down so that the side of my shaft was being squeezed into her divine, soft foot.

I began to move my rock-hard cock around her left foot, keeping contact with it at all times. I slid up her foot and put my dick into her toes, moaning as the tiny bits of flesh met with my sex. I guided my dick to her other foot, swirling around it lovingly.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" I teased. "The head of my prick on your soles, my cock sliding across your feet..."

"Oh, yes," she groaned. "If you let me jerk it, I'll let you fuck those pretty little feet..."

"Yeah..." I gently pressed the tip of my dick into her toes again, then adjusted my position to briefly plant a kiss in that exact same spot. I stood up and walked across the bed and put my throbbing member in her face, and she reached out and wrapped her right hand around it with glee.

Her hand was moist from playing with her surely delicious pussy, making the sensation of her passionate, well-paced strokes all the better. Emma pumped up and down my rock-hard cock, milking it, as I pushed the thin strands of golden blonde hair away from her face. Every now and again she would open her mouth slightly, slowly moving closer and closer before she opened wide and took half of my dick in her warm mouth.

I gasped as I felt her tongue make contact with my prick, making Emma chuckle lightly. She pushed more of my member into her mouth, still jerking it with her right hand. I was sure she was tasting the juices on her hand. She pouted her lips, took the dick out and smiled at me.

"Since you were making a meal out of my ass, and my feet, I thought I'd have a taste," she said simply.

"I'd... I'd say that's fair," I replied.

Emma popped my cock back into her wet mouth, sucking it with a newfound fury, and bobbing her head back and forth. I played with her hair, pushing it away from her face, as she pushed my rock-hard shaft deeper and deeper. After all this build-up, having her feet and ass in my mouth, and now my dick in hers, I was getting ready to burst.

I opened my mouth to warn her of bursting when she frustratingly plucked my prick into the air. "Not yet," she grinned, her teeth glimmering. "Play with my pussy a little bit, sweetheart."

As Emma laid back on the bed, I knelt down towards her nether regions and started to rub her cunt with two fingers. I rubbed her thigh with my left hand, and circled her clit with my right. It felt good, and though admittedly I wanted to get back to feasting on her ass and feet, I thought I could kick this up a notch.

I manoeuvred up and kissed Emma as a distraction, and gently pushed my cock into her pussy.

"Fuck!" she cried. "Okay then. I'm liking this."

I replied with a quick peck on the lips, and started to thrust. The horny sensation she'd been feeling had made her really fucking wet, so I slipped in and out of her with ease. Her legs were spread and my body was as close to hers as I could, feeling the softness of her skin, and her dark, poky nipples. It was then I realised I had seriously neglected those, so I tweaked them with my thumbs while I fucked her slick little pussy.

My thrusts soon got faster and harder, and Emma started groaning and yelling. She wrapped her slender legs around my waist and called out my name, holding onto me for dear life. I started to go a little slower, but kept the thrusts hard, causing the Hollywood actress to shudder with pleasure. Our bodies were there, intertwined atop a hotel bed, and I put my lips against hers once again.

"This is amazing and all," she said, looking into my eyes, "but I have something for you. Get behind me."

I got off her, and she lifted her body up. As I moved to Emma's behind, she changed position. Keeping her feet in place, she pushed her legs and ass up, and, using her forearms to support herself, gave me a great view of her butthole.

"Take my ass," she groaned.

I grinned. "Happy to oblige."

"In my bag, there's a little bottle that might be useful," she said, turning her head slightly.

I glanced at the handbag plonked on the bedside table, and rummaged through it to find a clear bottle of lubricant. I whipped the lid off and squirted a generous amount on my throbbing cock, massaging it in. I put the bottle against her crack and squeezed, with Emma cooing as lube oozed out all over her bunghole. I stroked my cock briefly, before putting my dick against the target and slowly easing in.

I started with the head of my penis, then ever so slightly pushed my length inside her. I felt her ass tighten around me as I penetrated her, and honestly, I had to slap myself a little to check I wasn't dreaming.

"My God, Emma," I groaned as I gently thrusted, feeling her shudder and groan in both pain and pleasure. It would take time for her to adjust to a cock in her asshole, so I went back and forth slowly at first.

"Is this okay?" I asked.

"Harder," she groaned. "I want it harder."

In sheer disbelief I put my hands on her hips and pushed myself in and out, harder and faster, fucking Emma's sweet little ass with vigour.

"Oh yes, baby," she growled, titling her head towards me. "Fuck that ass."

At this point I was thrusting three quarters of my shaft back and forth, but her dirty talk gave me the confidence to slip my entire length inside her tight asshole. My hips slapped against her backside, creating a rhythmic slap that filled the bedroom.

"Holy shit," I cried out. "You liking this, Em?"

"Fuck yessss." She kept her eyes glued to my hips. "Show me how you fuck my asshole. C'mon, show me."

I gripped her hips harder. "Like..." I groaned as I slowly dragged my saturated cock out of her butt, then rapidly slammed it back in, "...this..."

I repeated the process several times, then returned to a steadier pace, then my thrusts got more and more infrequent.

"You're slowing down..." she panted.

"You promised I could stick my dick between your feet as a reward for giving you that cock," I grinned, "and I plan to claim that reward."

I pulled out of her slick asshole, still dripping with lube, and took hold of her calves. I moved them up towards my crotch, then her left and right foot together and pushed my shaft between them.

"Oh, fuck yes," I groaned.

I held onto her feet as I thrusted, making love to her long, lovely soles. As good as it felt, they were a little sticky, making it difficult to fuck them smoothly.

"Emma, sweetie," I said, "pass me the lube."

She did, so I whipped it open and squirted the cool liquid on this delicious buffet of sexual goodness. We moaned together as our body parts became drenched in it, and allowed my dick to slip between her feet with ease. My penis glided between them, going back and forth and back and forth. Emma had slipped her right index finger into her mouth, and moved her left hand towards her pussy.

"How's that, huh?" she groaned. "Does it feel good to fuck my feet?"

"It feels perfect."

I continued to thrust, ignoring everything but Emma's voice and Emma's feet. The glorious sensation of the foot job didn't last, unfortunately, so I decided to put her feet in my mouth again. I rubbed these dripping beauties all over my wet face, as she massaged the two fingers in her clit. I stuffed Emma's toes into my mouth and rubbed her soles with my thumbs, and she coerced me to release one last time.