Monifeet (lewd)

>Gotta love laundry day!
>The chore you have decided to do for both you and Monika!
>She does the vacuuming as compromise - watching her butt wiggle around as she worked was sexy!
>Much like the panties and bras you were tossing into the washer!
>Well, maybe not that sexy, she really had to be wearing them to make you drool
>But at the bottom of the basket you find your prize
>The reason you pushed so hard to keep this your own job!
>A pair of her white ankle socks!
>Your eyes glisten at the slight crusting near the end, showing how intense her run was!
>Jackpot!
>Stuffing it right in your face, and taking a deep breath in!
>A hint of your scent overpowered by a week's long festering of her sweat running through your nose!
>Sniffing, snorting, wheezing Monika's crusty old marathon socks!
>Falling back on the ground, laying the pair on top of your face!
>It's pungent odour something akin to the block of moldy cheese in the back of your fridge!
>Tangy, bitter, yet irredeemably complex!
>If only you could spread the socks on a piece of toast!
>Becoming familiar with the scent! Monika's feet smell! Similar to how you are used to your own musk!
>Pushing the socks deeper in an attempt to reach that initial high!
>T-There it is! Oh baby!
>Having the biggest, child-like smile on your face!
>Wishing you could bottle this smell up!
>But you know what'd be really great right now!?
>Monika herself!
>Wishing your face was being pushed down the force of her woman-sized feet instead of your debatedly-man-sized hands!
>"A-Anon!?" A voice, and the thud of a basket dropped
>Speak of the devil!
>Lifting the socks from your eyes to find the feet you so longed for!
>Your eyes look up, finding Monika's upside-down face flushed and horrified!
>"So...you're into that kind of thing, huh?"
>Words lodge inside your throat, is this the end!?
>But she sits down behind you cross legged, pulling you up so you're in her lap
>"Why exactly do you enjoy my feet so much?"


>Using vocabulary you thought you never had to tell Monika just how wonderful her feet are to you!
>But when you used the phrase "mouth-watering" a third time, you realized it was time to cease your monologue
>Monika remains silent, thinking how to respond to such an utterance as she taps her fingers on your chest
>"What kind of things do you want to do with my feet?" She says dryly
"Are you sure you want to-"
>"Just, tell me. Don't hold back."
"I...want to give you a foot rub after a long day and maybe kiss your feet a little bit...?"
>She remains silent, knowing that's the tip of the iceberg
>And something possesses you - years of collected fetishism held within, and it bursts forth
"I want you to rub your stinky feet all over my face!"
"I want you to giggle while you playfully molest me with your cute feet!"
"I want you to touch me with your pretty feet."
"I want to sleep on them!"
"I want you to distract me by poking me with your feet!"
"I want to lay your feet on my lap and pretend not to be aroused!"
"And then I want you to notice, and tease me with them from then on!"
"I want you to find out the power your feet hold over me and use it to your advantage!"
"I want you to put your cute feet in my face!"
"I want you to make your feet smelling really clean or smelly depending on what I want for that day!"
"I want you to sit on my face and bully my dick with your feet!"
"I want you to bully me with your feet as a birthday gift for me."
"Resting your soft feet on my face would be a dream come true!"
"I want to eat the dead skin from your feet!"
"I want to cum all over your feet as you bullies my dick into submission."
"I just want you to dominate me with your pretty feet."
>You gasp, as if regaining a hold on yourself
>"Your eyes went blank there..."

>You look back at Monika's strained face
>"You've...really thought this through, huh?"
>"Had a lot of fantasies about my feet, haven't you?"
>You don't want to admit it but she can already tell by your face she's right
>"It's okay to admit Anon. If that's what you're into, that's what you're into."
>"And besides, I don't want to be someone who dissapoints you, not now, not ever."
>"C'mere." she says, getting you to sit up, and she starts kissing your neck, your shoulders
>"Let me be the girl of your dreams."

>Monika bumps your back so she can get her legs over to the front of you
>And with her feet she feels her way onto your thighs, and then onto the half-erect penis held inside your boxers
>She slowly starts rubbing it through the fabric, using the ball of the foot
>Her other foot, pressing into your leg for stability
"Holy shit, this is amazing, I can't believe this is happening!"
>"Are you happy, Anon?"
"I can't be any more happier!"
>"Ahaha, then that makes me happy too."
>With her feet she sticks them in between the boxers and lifts them up, trying to take them off
>You help pull them off completely, and your cock wobbles around from being released
>Monika slowly slides her feet against your penis, sizing it up
>Her toes start caressing your tip, albeit mildly clumsy
>Sometimes she missed her mark, touching dead-air
>Other times...
"Ow! The nail!"
>"Oh gosh, sorry! I've never really done this before.."
"It'd probably easier if you did it from the front, so you could see what you're doing."
>"Ahh, sorry, but not this time Anon."
"How come?"
>"It's just, doing this feels so embarrassing, I couldn't bare for you to see my face right now..."
>Her hands wrapped upon your chest clutch tighter, and you feel the side of her head press against your back
>Oh Monika.
>You decide to guide her and take her two feet with your hands, and you bend down and lick the entirety of her soles
>"Ah!" she yelps as she shivers "A-ahahahaha! Stop that, it tickles!"
>She continues giggling as you lick them, breathing in deeply
>Not as strong as the socks, but her own scent mixed with a bit of sweat made you a lot more lustful
>Only because her pink feet are now dripping with saliva, you stop licking the feet
>You bring both of her feet and clap them together between your dick, as if thanking her for the meal
>And you began the footjob, slowly squeezing her feet into your dick to increase the pleasure, I mean, pressure

>You were stroking your cock slowly, wanting to enjoy the sensation, denying the gratification of orgasm
>Enjoying the fact you had complete control over them, to mold them and message them
>You were mesmerized by the sight of her glistening feet moving up and down
>Monika was swaying back and forth from the movement
>She realized she still had freedom in her toes, and began to wiggle them
>But as she did so, her big toe ran along the back of penis's head, and the sensation made you double over
"Oh my, you really enjoyed that!"
>You moaned, and started fapping faster despite your reason, and you leaned back into Monika
>She didn't mind, helping herself to feeling your chest, but she spots something in the corner of her eye
>You feel Monika's hands leave your stomach, wondering what happened
>And then she slams the two ankle socks right into your vision
>You repel at first, but the intoxicating, familiar scent lures you back towards her hands again
>The ghastly, pungent odeur together with her favorite vanilla lotion,
>A joyous but sinful contrast - red and blue, major and minor, pineapple on pizza
>The fabric softens your howls, enjoyment knocking away all reasonable thought
>She takes the lead, thrusting her legs up and down, your hands only now able to keep them in the proper position
>Her ankles slam into your pelvis with every thrust, it's speed half to yours, but featuring an iron grip
>It's only a matter of time before she makes you climax
>You don't even have the will nor strength to bring it up.
>Semen just shoots into the air and onto your body parts with no warning, but once the dam broke, a flood filled in
>You became a zombie, privy only to your perverted thoughts
>You start rubbing the semen onto Monika's feet, until the liquid dissipated
>Yes, this seemed about right.
>Monika thought to herself that she was very happy she decided not to sit in front as she received the message, catching her breath, tracing her newfound smile

>The thing that first came to your attention was the soft, cushioned feeling at your cheek
>Your eyes open, and find Monika sweetly looking down at you
"D-did I pass out?" you ask, lifting yourself up from her thighs
>"You did." she says, sneering
"Oh my god, I'm pathetic."
>"Yes, you are, ahaha!" and she rubs your forehead
>You smile back, sharing the joke, but looking at her face, devoid of makeup yet perfect, so sweet and pure...
>You pull her in and passionately press your lips onto hers
>You pull back before tongues get involved, and tell her how wonderful she really is
"I thought if you ever found out about this, I'd be a dead man..."
>"Don't get me wrong, it was a little shocking to find you sniffing my socks but I mean, everyone has their fetishes right? I won't judge, especially not yours."
"Everyone has their fetishes?"
>You say, cocking an eyebrow, smiling suggestively
>"No. Not today. I am very much tapped out." She says, folding her arms
"Come on, just tell me."
>"No!"
"Monika, I want to do what you did for me, help me be your amazing boyfriend!"
>"...Fine. We'll start off easy."
>She turns her back towards you and motions to get behind her
>"Wrap your arms around me."
"Like this?"
>"Not even close!" she says, annoyed you thought she wanted her breasts caressed right now
>She grabs your left arm and brings it around her stomach, and she asks you to hold it tight, tighter
>Your right wrapped lightly around her neck, like a scarf
>And she nuzzles her cheek against your bicep, which, when unflexed, made for her favorite pillow
>A sigh of contentment
>"This is my fetish, if you could call it that."
>"Let's stay like this forever."
>You lay your head against hers, smelling her long, wonderful hair
>A world of vanilla and cocoa
"Let's."