A London escort’s first encounter with a foot fetish

Venture into the life of a fledgling London escort as she uncovers hidden desires and explores unexpected kinks. While some fetishes are shrouded in secrecy, sometimes they lead to profound discoveries of pleasure. In this tale, a rendezvous with Martin reveals a new world of foot fetishism that both surprises and excites. For those intrigued by the many facets of the BDSM world in London, consider checking out our comprehensive guide for BDSM escorts in London.

When this happened, I was still new to the whole London escort business. I needed to make some extra cash on the sides, and this seemed like a good opportunity. The first two clients were very nice, and money wasn’t the only thing I gained from these meetings. Today, I was supposed to meet the new guy, Martin, at the hotel. I was told beforehand that he has an embarrassing fetish, he didn’t want to discuss it further. I needed money, and he was paying well, so I went.

When I got to the hotel room, it turned out there was no need for me to be afraid. The guy wasn’t a pervert, he was just really into feet. It wasn’t on my list of kinks, but it’s not like it was something repulsive. He asked to sit on the bed, to which I obliged, still unsure what he expected of me. Then, he kneeled in front of me and started kissing my calves. Surprisingly, a tingle of arousal rushed through my body. It was weird, having your feet and legs touched as intimately as it were genitals, and with such solemnity, too.

He placed one finger on my knee and slowly dragged it down, stopping in my big toe. I sighed, and closed my eyes. It felt fantastic, maybe it is my fetish after all. I felt something warm and wet touching my right ankle. He was licking every curve and every bump there was, and it made me sigh quietly again. Truth be told, I’d rather moan like crazy, but he told me to just sit there, so I wasn’t sure if I could allow myself that. Suddenly, he sucked on the thin skin on my ankle, and I bit my lip to stay quiet.

Martin must’ve heard my whimper, because he stopped and looked up at me. I felt my face getting red, and looked away. What if he calls the whole thing off now? It’s hard to follow orders, when you feel so incredibly good. Now, I’m better at this, but being a good London escort takes practice. Fortunately, he only smiled at me and told me I can be as loud as I want. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding, and smiled back at him. He took my left foot into his hands and pushed it into his face. I felt his warm breath on my sole and moaned. It made me curl up my toes, turning his attention to them. He traced the arch of my sole with his tongue, going up from the heel, and then took my big thumb into his mouth. I moaned again, surprised, but very much aroused. It was a very strange sensation, but very pleasing at the same time. He slid out his tongue and licked along the underside of my toes, making me shiver. I moaned again, and spread my toes apart. He started licking in between, clearly enjoying my louder and louder whimpers. 

While he was still busy with my left foot, I used the right one to slowly climb up his leg. Martin opened his legs a little, giving me a silent permission to touch his groin. Once I felt his hard cock under my bare foot, I couldn’t contain my arousal much longer, and my hand reached into my own crotch. I was still wearing a dress and panties, so it took me a while to actually touch my pussy, but once I felt my fingers on my clitoris it was like a thunderbolt had stuck me. Touching myself and simultaneously having someone play with my feet was the most bizarre, yet the most pleasurable, experience I’ve ever had. I’ve never felt so aroused, not in my private encounters, nor as a London escort. I started rubbing my foot up and down his shaft, I wanted him to feel as good as me. He was still occupied with licking and kissing every single one of my toes, but his breathing quickened.

The air was so heavy with arousal, I could barely breathe. I pushed my foot into his face, touching it and playing with it. I knew that I’m going to finish soon, but I didn’t want to come first. He clearly enjoyed getting stomped on like this, he opened his mouth a little and I eagerly slid my big thumb inside. After a moment, he moved away and asked me if he can cum on my feet. I didn’t answer but held them together, giving him access. I finally got to see his cock, it was read and throbbing, making my mouth water. As soon as I saw his sperm spilling out and covering my feet, I came as well. 

I gained many more clients as a London escort, but Martin is still one of my favourite clients.

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